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elia-the-bibliophile · 25 days

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Pilates Prince (Carlos Sainz Jr x Female Reader)

Genre: Fluff Word count: 1,8k

Y/N convinces the unsuspecting Carlos to join her for her usual Pilates class. But as history has shown, even the bravest souls have succumbed to the quirks and quivers of Pilates. The question remains: can a Formula 1 driver withstand this modern form of torture?

The home gym buzzed with the sound of weights clinking and the rhythmic thud of Carlos's footsteps as he pushed himself through another set of squats. His muscles strained with determination, fueled by the desire to reach a new personal record.

As Carlos focused on his workout, Y/N tiptoed into the room, trying not to startle him. She watched him for a moment, admiring his dedication and the way his muscles flexed with each movement. With a mischievous glint in her eye, she cleared her throat softly to announce her presence.

“Hey there, handsome,” Y/N said, her voice teasing as she leaned against the doorframe.

Startled, Carlos nearly dropped the weights, quickly turning to face her with a wide grin. “Hey, bonita,” he replied, his eyes lighting up at the sight of her.

Y/N's grin widened as she stepped closer. “So I had a brilliant idea today,” she began, barely able to contain her enthusiasm. “ I thought, wouldn't it be fun for us to do something new together? So, I may or may not have signed you up for something special.”

Carlos raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Oh? And what might that be?”

Y/N paused for dramatic effect before revealing her plan. “Pilates class,” she announced, watching his reaction eagerly.

Carlos nodded, a confident gleam in his eye. “Pilates, huh? Sounds like a challenge, but I'm up for it. I mean, how hard could it be? I've tackled race tracks, after all.”

Y/N couldn't help but grin at his bravado, knowing full well the surprise that awaited him in the studio. “Oh, absolutely,” she replied, her tone dripping with faux innocence. “I mean, you've got such amazing lower body strength, love. And Pilates? It's just all about those tiny, baby weights compared to your usual training regime.”

Carlos chuckled, puffing out his chest proudly. “Exactly! I'll breeze through it like a champ.”

Y/N continued to egg him on, unable to resist the temptation to pull him into her trap. “Oh, I have no doubt about that,” she said. “You'll have those Pilates poses mastered in no time.”

Carlos grinned, feeling invincible in the face of Y/N's encouragement. “You bet I will. Just you wait and see.”

Little did he know, the Pilates studio held surprises of its own, and Y/N couldn't wait to see the look on his face when reality hit.

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The day of the class arrived, and Y/N could barely contain her excitement as she practically dragged Carlos to the studio.

As they entered, Y/N's instructor greeted them warmly, a knowing twinkle in her eye as she glanced at Carlos. “Welcome, Carlos! We're thrilled to have you join us today. Now, before we begin, I just need to ask a few questions about your endurance and flexibility, just to tailor the class to your needs.”

Carlos flashed his trademark smile, brushing off any concerns. “No need to worry about me, I've got plenty of endurance and flexibility. I'm sure I'll be able to keep up just fine.”

The other ladies in the class exchanged amused glances, barely able to contain their laughter at Carlos's cockiness. They had seen this scenario play out time and time again, with countless boyfriends falling victim to the deceptive simplicity of Pilates.

Suppressing their giggles, they exchanged knowing looks, silently commiserating with each other over the fate that awaited Carlos. After all, he wasn't the first boyfriend to walk through those doors with unwavering confidence, and he certainly wouldn't be the last.

The instructor raised an eyebrow, trying to hide a smirk as she glanced at Y/N. “Well, we'll soon find out, won't we? Just take it easy and listen to your body. Remember, Pilates is all about precision and control.”

Carlos nodded assuredly, oblivious to the amused glances being exchanged around him. “Got it. Precision and control. Sounds manageable enough.”

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As the class began with a gentle warm-up, Y/N couldn't help but steal glances at Carlos, curious to see how he would fare.

Carlos, ever the picture of confidence, focused intently on following the instructor's cues, his muscles rippling as he executed each stretch and mobility sequence with what he believed to be effortless precision.

Y/N bit her lip to stifle a giggle as she watched him, unable to resist the urge to tease him just a little. “Look at you, Pilates Prince,” she whispered, leaning in close. “Feeling the burn yet?”

Carlos shot her an arrogant grin as he surveyed the room. “Not even close,” he replied, his voice oozing with self-assurance. “In fact, I think some of these ladies are already breaking a sweat. But me? I'm just getting warmed up.”

Y/N couldn't help but roll her eyes affectionately, but she decided to play along, knowing that the real challenge lay ahead.

“Of course, love,” she said with mock sincerity, her lips quirking into a playful smile. “You're practically breezing through it. I guess all those years of racing have really paid off.”

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As the class progressed, it quickly became apparent that his confidence may have been misplaced. With every stretch, twist, and lunge, he found himself struggling to keep up, his muscles protesting against movements they had never experienced before.

With a loud clatter, Carlos attempted to mount the reformer, only to teeter precariously on one foot before stumbling awkwardly to the side. His knees shook like jelly as he struggled to regain his balance, cursing under his breath in Spanish and invoking the names of saints he hadn't thought of since his grandmother's Sunday prayers.

“Madre maria ten piedad de mi que carajo es este movimiento.”

Y/N stifled a laugh as she watched his futile attempts, biting her lip to contain her amusement as Carlos's macho facade crumbled before her eyes. “Having fun, love?�� she asked innocently, a mischievous twinkle in her eye.

Carlos shot her a withering glare, his frustration mounting with each failed attempt to master the reformer. “Oh, loads, hermosa,” he replied through gritted teeth.

Despite his attempts to maintain a facade of indifferent, Carlos couldn't ignore the ludicrousness of the scene before him. Sweat cascaded down his face like a waterfall, transforming his once pristine shirt into a clingy second skin that threatened to reveal more than he bargained for.

With each wobbly movement on the reformer, Carlos resembled less of the suave driver he fancied himself to be and more like a bewildered penguin attempting to navigate a slippery ice rink. His limbs flailed about in a desperate attempt to maintain some semblance of balance, eliciting stifled snorts and amused whispers from his fellow classmates.

But amidst the chaos of his struggle, there was a certain charm to Carlos's determination to persevere, even as he teetered on the brink of defeat.

As the instructor called for the class to begin pulsing, Carlos felt a surge of panic wash over him. He watched in horror as Y/N and the other women around him moved with effortless grace, their bodies in perfect sync with the instructor's tap…tap…tap of hands.

Meanwhile, Carlos's thigh muscles were staging a rebellion of their own, twitching and spasming in protest at the mere thought of pulsing. He tried to mimic the smooth movements of the others, but his efforts only resulted in a series of awkward twitches and jerks.

The instructor observed Carlos's increasingly erratic attempts at pulsing, she couldn't help but raise an eyebrow. “Carlos, do you need a little rest?” she called out, her tone a blend of concern and amusement.

Carlos, his face flushed with both exertion and embarrassment, attempted to muster a confident response. “Rest? Who, me?” he replied, his voice cracking slightly as he struggled. “Oh, no, no, I'm just... uh... getting into the groove, you know?”

Y/N let out a choked laugh at his feeble attempt to save face. Pilates had claimed yet another unwitting victim that is her boyfriend.

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Just as Carlos let out a relieved sigh, thinking the worst was over, the instructor's voice rang out once more. “And now, ladies and gentlemen, it's time for everyone's favorite—planking!”

Carlos's heart sank as he heard those dreaded words, his muscles already protesting in anticipation of the impending torture. White spots danced before his eyes, and he could feel the familiar sensation of lightheadedness creeping in.

Desperate to avoid further humiliation, Carlos mustered all the courage he could summon and raised a trembling hand to signal his surrender. “Uh, excuse me, instructor?” he called out, his voice wavering with a mix of exhaustion and defeat.

The instructor turned to him with a sympathetic smile. “Yes, Carlos? Need a little breather?”

Carlos nodded weakly, his pride all but forgotten in the face of sheer survival. “Yeah, just a quick breather,” he replied, his words punctuated by labored breaths. “You know, gotta... preserve my energy for the victory lap.”

And then Carlos collapsed onto the mat in a heap of exhaustion.

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Carlos stirred from his impromptu nap as he felt someone gently tapping his cheek. Blinking blearily, he was greeted by the sight of Y/N's upside-down face peering at him.

“Wake up, sleeping beauty,” Y/N said, her voice soft with affection as she brushed a stray lock of hair from Carlos's forehead.

Carlos groaned in response, his limbs felt heavy as he attempted to sit up. “What happened?” he mumbled, his words slurred with sleep.

Y/N chuckled softly. “Looks like you fell asleep,” she replied, her eyes twinkling. “Out like a light.”

Carlos rubbed his eyes, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment at the realization of what had transpired. “I... uh... must have needed it,” he muttered sheepishly, unable to meet Y/N's gaze.

But Y/N just smiled. “It's okay, honey,” she said, reaching out to squeeze his hand in reassurance. “Thank you for doing this with me. I really appreciate it.”

The instructor approached them as she took a sip from her water bottle. “Well, well, well, looks like the Pilates Prince has finally awoken,” she remarked, her voice tinged with humor.

Y/N chuckled, shaking her head as she glanced at Carlos. “He's alive and kicking, don't worry,” she replied, her tone light-hearted. “Though I was starting to worry if we might need to call for an ambulance.”

Carlos managed a weak smile, feeling a flush of embarrassment at being the center of attention. “I'm fine, really,” he insisted weakly. “Just needed a little power nap, that's all.”

The instructor raised an eyebrow, her expression a mixture of amusement and concern. “Well, next time, try to save the nap for after class, okay?” she said, unable to suppress a chuckle at Carlos's expense.

Carlos nodded sheepishly, feeling a pang of guilt for disrupting the class. “Got it,” he replied, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

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That night, still feeling the lingering effects from all the pulses, Carlos decided to share his experience with the world.

“Salute to all the amazing women who conquer Pilates on the regular! 💪 Tried it out today and let's just say, I have a newfound respect for those tiny weights, stretchy bands, and the reformer😅 #StillRecovering”

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skzhua · 1 year

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Episode nine.

MASTERLIST

pairing: XO, Kitty's Min Ho x Female Reader

genre: Fluff, angst, enemies-to-lovers, slow burn, coming-of-age.

word count: 5.7k

warnings: Swearing, suggestive, jealous Min Ho, sad for some parts.

summary: Transferring to KISS was the last thing you had asked for and, yet, a certain tall boy made it seem both worse and better than you expected.

note: Bold - Korean, Italic - Over the phone

a/n: So much is happening in this one... and it's so long...

"A reason, a season, or a lifetime."

Q paused his workout for a moment. Frowning at Min Ho in confusion, he asked him to explain furthermore. As he stopped massaging his face with the face roller, he sighed.

"Every relationship fits into one of those categories. I read it in a magazine."

Q, not caring much, resumed to working out. Meanwhile, you came out of your room and sat next to Min Ho.

"The point is," he continued. "Y/N and I are starting a relationship. And looking at how things were before between us, I believe we got together for a reason."

"You needed to get laid with a chick?"

You slapped Q's arm aggressively. "What a way to talk about me when I am right here!"

"Not for that, no." Min Ho chuckled. "She showed me that there was more than just casual dating, that it could be worth it."

You laughed and he looked at you weirdly. "What?"

"I'm talking about real feelings and you are laughing?"

"No, I believe you are being sincere and it's real sweet. But it does not fit you at all." you still laughed.

His jaw clenched. "It might not have been that worth it asking you to be my girlfriend, after all."

That shut you up real quick. After a small apology, he invited you in his arms to cuddle before placing a soft peck on the top of your head. You squirmed in comfort.

"Do I have to third-wheel?" Q whined.

"Don't be like this, you have Florian." you assured but it didn't seem to do the trick.

"Yeah..."

Min Ho immediately noticed the shift in his voice. "How are things with him?"

"He's going through some stuff, but I'm here for him."

"That's good. I'm sure he's glad to have you around." you smiled warmly at him.

Having complained about third-wheeling barely two minutes ago, to Q's luck, Dae and Kitty came to join in the living room, skipping before he took her in his arms. Telling each other sweet 'good morning's, the remaining three of you grunted in annoyance.

"And now I am fifth-wheeling." Q muttered to himself.

Min Ho gave the couple the side eye. "It's too early to be this cheery."

"I am this cheery." Kitty affirmed as she and Dae went to the kitchen counter to prepare coffee for everyone. "Not only because I have the most perfect boyfriend in the world-"

"Lucky you." you said as you sat down with Min Ho behind you, rubbing your arms.

"Thank you?" he gasped, offended.

Kitty chuckled before continuing. "But it has also come to my attention that I am failing most of my classes. That means that if I don't do amazing on the finals, I will flunk out of school."

"How is this making you cheery?" you asked.

"Well, if I dwell the fact that I was considered super smart at home and here I can barely keep up, I will start sobbing."

You, on the other hand, had never been doing any better. Your aunt was proud of you for integrating the school perfectly, your uncle praised your grades in his class, you had friends, a boyfriend... This was all too good to be true. You started to doubt that it was going to last, especially with finals coming up so soon.

"We still have a week." Dae spoke. "We're going to make study plans and everyone will help you."

Min Ho shook his head. "I'm very busy and Y/N-"

"Everyone." Dae said in a stern tone. "Guys, Kitty and I are finally together. I'm not going to let her fail out of this school now."

"Well, I'm in. I'll help with chem." Q said.

You raised your hand. "I could ask my uncle for extra exercises in history." you suggested to which Kitty thanked you.

"She definitely needs to work on her Korean." Min Ho mumbled.

"What did you just call me?" Kitty asked angrily, immediately taking offense.

"Exactly." he deadpanned at her.

Dae assured her he'll be helping her with the rest. Being top student, he was the perfect tutor for her. Clinging your mugs of coffee together, you started to get ready afterwards. However, Min Ho did not let you go back to your room and grabbed you by the arm to kiss you.

"I'd love doing that, but I need to change."

He pouted but let go of you. "We can't have a moment to us in this dorm."

You could only laugh at him. You simply adored how much of a softy he was to you.

Tutoring Kitty was either easy or hard. It depended on how motivated she was and, most of the time, she was only discouraged.

"You've got 53%" you said sadly as you gave her back the sheet of paper.

Your uncle happily gave you exam practices for Kitty to study, but with this one being the fourth she did already, you were starting to feel like she was a lost cause. Plus, the library was fully packed since everyone was studying.

"Great." she grunted before dropping her head into her arms.

"It's four percent better than last time."

"And that's what's going to help me pass, yes."

She made a good point. You sprawled on your chair and sighed heavily with her. It looked as if it was the two of you who were failing. And Min Ho just had to confirm that when he sat with you with his Korean lesson books to take over Kitty's tutoring.

"Aren't you two adorable." he teased you and you stuck out your tongue at him. "I'm serious, you are cute."

"Ew." Kitty said in disgust.

"Not you. Y/N." he specified. "I believe it's time to work on your Korean now."

Kitty shook her head. "I am on the verge of dropping out myself. Give me five minutes."

He frowned before glancing at you. "I'm assuming history didn't go well."

"Nope." you chuckled. "I'm sure she'll get the hang of it... We just need to study more."

She let out a whine. "Study, study, study... this is all I've been doing today."

"Stop complaining, you asked us to help you." Min Ho said, frustrated.

He convinced her to get into studying Korean and you stayed with them, having nothing else to do. She started to get the hang of the the basics but it was still very bad. By the end of it, she was able to tell what were some verbs and such.

"Are you coming back to the dorm with me?" she asked while taking her bag to head out.

Min Ho held you by the waist as you walked. "Not today. I have prepared something very special for my girlfriend."

You looked away from him in an attempt to hide your blush. "Another surprise?"

"You can't have enough of them. Don't worry, I think you will like it a lot."

"I'll love it for sure if I'm with you."

Kitty groaned. "I think I preferred it when you were cussing each other out."

"Says the one who is too cheery when she's with Dae."

That shut her up and she parted ways with you, leaving Min Ho laughing with pride. You shook your head in disapproval.

"What? It wasn't even mean."

"Nothing. So, what's the surprise?"

He smirked. "You'll see."

You took a stroll around campus, hand in hand, and he eventually left the grounds to lead you somewhere. Just there, his chauffeur was waiting for you. You skeptically hopped in and he drove off. Being driven away when you didn't know the destination was usually a sign to run away. But you trusted Min Ho, maybe more than you should.

It wasn't even twenty minutes after that he pulled over in front of Han River. A typical date in Seoul. Getting off the car, Min Ho took your hand to help you out and you followed the trail while admiring the view.

"This is so cheesy." you laughed.

"Stop that, it's cute."

You snorted. "I'm sure you brought other girls here."

He smiled in shame. "Fair. But I didn't like any of them as much as you."

Your face became red. A couple of steps later, something popped in your mind. You grew tense and he felt it. As he halted his movements, he rubbed your shoulders while asking you what was wrong.

"What happened with Lulu?"

He gulped. "Should it matter?"

"Kind of."

He sighed and resumed to walking with you. "I went out with her the night after you literally saved my ass. We made out, sure, but I haven't talked to her since."

You nodded. "Okay, and was there anyone else?"

He shook his head violently. "I couldn't get you off my mind after I..." he paused and coughed. "Well, it doesn't matter."

You began to connect the dots. "You had a sex dream about me."

He coughed again. "No."

"So Q was right." you giggled. "How was it?"

"I did not have a sex dream about you."

"Awe, Min, don't be shy."

He looked away and you kept on laughing at him. He fastened his pace in silence. You called out for him and tried to catch up to his pace. He refused to look back at you. But once you did reach him, you were left speechless. On a picnic table, he had delicately placed candles and lights as well as some pillows for comfort. The best wasn't even that. It was the food. You spotted kimbap, japchae, tteokboki, kimchi... The amount was overwhelming.

"I'm... wow." you breathed out.

He walked up to you and hugged you from behind. "I thought we could use a night to ourselves."

You smiled widely. "This is perfect, no one has done something like this for me before."

"Expect to get more of this. Shall we?"

You sat down face to face and he helped you with serving yourself, asking what you wanted to taste first. Every single dish was delicious, you couldn't get enough of it. Min Ho watched you eat, satisfied with how the surprise turned out.

"When did you even cook this?" you asked, still having a bite of kimbap in your mouth.

"I used my chauffeur's kitchen and I missed my classes today."

Your face fell. "Min Ho..."

"It was my pleasure, darling."

You grabbed his hand and stroke it with your thumb. "I love it but I don't want you to fall behind in school because of me."

He gave you a reassuring smile. "I'm doing great in all of my classes, don't worry."

After eating, you went on with your evening stroll. Talking about everything and nothing, it eventually got to the point where he discussed about his parents with you. He understood the lifestyle of his mother but it was starting to get to him more nowadays. If there was one person he loved more than anything, it was her. So being apart from her for so long, he suffered. The relationship with his father wasn't as pleasant. He had pretty much cut off ties with him, not approving of his new way of living life after the divorce.

"Do you miss him?"

He thought for an instant. "Sometimes. But I miss the old him, not what he has become."

"I'm sorry."

He huffed. "Don't be. I'm better off without him."

A silence took over and he stopped you to observe the river. He wrapped his arms around you while you did the same around his torso.

"How did you do when they passed?"

The question took you by surprise, although it shouldn't have since you were already on topic. "I was empty inside. I lost a lot of friends who were sticking to me only for the wealth. I fought a lot with my aunt who didn't even plan on having children and she suddenly had this kid coming to live with her. It was..."

He saw you choke up on your words and brought his hands to your face to stop you from talking any more. "Hey. You don't have to tell me."

"You asked."

He chuckled. "Yeah, but it doesn't mean I wanted to make you think about it all over again and break in front of me."

You got up on your tiptoes – him being the giant he is – and you kissed him. While it was sweet and delicate at first, Min Ho took the lead quickly. Holding you tighter, he deepened the kiss, almost leaving you breathless.

"Shouldn't we get back to the dorm? Curfew is soon."

He didn't want to but you were right. You went back to the car and the driver drove you back to campus.

You didn't know whether it was you or him who started it, but both of you were needy. Walking in the dorm, you couldn't keep your hands off each other as you kept on stealing kisses every two seconds.

"Guys, we're busy here." Q deadpanned at the two of you as he pointed to Kitty with her school books.

Getting his coat off, Min Ho proceeded to help you with yours. "So are we."

Kitty groaned. "Well, don't do that here."

He gave her a look. "But you are all over Dae all the time here, yes."

You dragged him into his room before he would say another stupid thing. As soon ad the door closed, his lips were back on yours. He lost no time in helping get your vest off, both of you still in your school uniforms.

"You're so impatient." you said in-between the kisses.

"Maybe."

You found him shirtless seconds later and you stepped back to his bed. Laying you down, he topped you and started to work on your neck, sucking on your skin. He brushed your thigh gently before giving it a squeeze. You let out a gasp. You felt him smile against your skin. You brought up to your lips again and started to feel him up and you touched his abdomen. His efforts in looking his best truly paid off, you couldn't find him any hotter.

"You're so pretty." he rasped out.

"You're the pretty one."

"You're right."

You slapped him slightly and he laughed. "I think I love you."

You immediately froze. He pulled back slightly before stuttering incoherent words. You only blinked, which made Min Ho sweat. Why weren't you saying anything?

"Y/N?"

You pushed him off and placed yourself so you were laying facing one another. Putting your hand on his jaw, you stroke his cheek softly.

"I love you, too."

The first thing you saw was Min Ho's bare back. You could hear him breathe calmly as the rays of sunshine hit his skin perfectly. So... You slept in his room... Nothing too odd. You were his girlfriend, after all. You tried to get out of bed carefully to not waking him up. But it didn't work as he turned around and brought into his arms, stopping your from getting out of bed.

"Good morning." he mumbled.

"I didn't want to wake you."

"Too late." he said, stretching his arm out.

"Get ready, I'll go make you a cup of coffee."

He grinned and gave you a small kiss. "You're just too perfect, aren't you?"

You walked out of his room to let him change and freshen up and were startled when you saw Yuri sit with Kitty and Dae. You slowly went to make coffee, confused.

"Hi, Y/N." Yuri smiled at you.

"What is happening?"

"I came out to my mom, moved out of the penthouse, and here I am! Living with you!"

You perked an eyebrow at her. "You came out?"

"Yeah, it was hard, but I feel so much better."

"Oh my God, that's great! I'm so happy for you."

She smiled even more. "Thank you."

"Yuri started to help me with history. Want to join?" Kitty asked.

In the meantime of your hot beverage being ready, you sat with them and asked questions to Kitty. You were happy to see she was able to answer most of them easily.

"Timeline of the later Three Kingdoms." Yuri read out loud the memo card, laying on her back while her legs were slumped on the couch, in-between Dae and Kitty.

"890 to 936." she answered automatically.

"The first political state?" you asked in your turn.

"Gojoseon." she said in a broken Korean.

"Gojoseon." Dae corrected her and she repeated properly.

"What is happening?"

You hadn't even notice Min Ho coming out of the room and was now leaning on your seat, rubbing your shoulder softly. You put your hand on top of his and he gave you a quick smile before focusing on Yuri again.

"I moved in!" she answered happily, proceeding to sit up properly.

"What? Why?" he looked to all three of them. "Are you a throuple now?"

"No." they all answered.

"I'm gay." Yuri said and Min Ho seemed to be even more lost so she continued. "I came out to my mom, moved out of the penthouse. Scared, excited..."

"Wait." he stopped her. "You've been gay this whole time?"

"It's not a choice."

"I know, I mean..." he began to say but stopped mid-way. "So you and Dae... you were in a fake relationship?" They nodded. "So Kitty was right?"

Kitty smiled proudly. "I told you I know matchmaking."

His body tensed. "You're not mad at Dae? He lied, and lied, and lied..."

You tensed in your turn. Because you lied as well.

"I was mad." Kitty affirmed. "But then I forgave him, and Yuri, and Y/N-"

"Wow." he scoffed.

He retracted his hand from you and took a step back. You felt your heart pound as anxiety crept in, and not the kind you would feel when something good was about to happen. The kind you'd feel when something bad was coming.

"You're as trusting as my dad's third wife."

"Hey." Dae got defensive. "Kitty and I are good. Leave it alone."

"I'm not good."

The tone of his voice sent a shiver down your spine. At that point, he was ignoring your presence.

"You lied to me, too." he continued. "A lot. I wouldn't do that to a friend."

He slowly dared to glance at you and you gulped. You stood up next to him. "Min Ho..."

"Or someone I care about." he said more softly, though you could hear the pain. "I just wouldn't."

He left abruptly, shutting the door of his room harshly. Meanwhile, you felt the tears prick in your eyes. Things were just starting to be good for you, and you had to mess it all up.

"Finals." Yuri exhaled. "Makes everyone crazy."

You gave her a look but she shrugged and went back to asking Kitty questions. Feeling the need to get away from all of this, you went to get changed and left the dorm. A walk seemed to be exactly what you needed.

So why wasn't it doing anything? You felt nothing but emptiness as you walked by other students. You plugged in your earbuds to block out the outside world and spaced out, heading to nowhere precisely. You checked your phone after a while but you got nothing from Min Ho. You couldn't blame him for being mad at you, you were supposed to trust him the most. You trusted him the most. You were submerged with guilt and, as your mind came back to reality, you were standing in front of the administration of the school. You didn't even need to knock as your aunt had already opened the door of her office only from the sight of you in her window.

"Hey, I didn't know you'd stop by." she cheerfully greeted you but her smile dropped once she took in what state you were in. "Oh, dear. Come on in."

She offered you tea and even if you didn't feel like eating or drinking, you let her make a cup for you. She cleaned up her desk a little to make space and sat in front of you, waiting for you to speak.

"Can I stay over tonight?"

Her eyes softened. "Of course, anytime. Now, tell me what happened."

You took a deep breath. "I don't know. Things got complicated, I guess."

She nodded her head slowly. "I see. I won't tell you what to do but know that I'm always here for you if anything. Time will fix everything, I promise."

You huffed with a smile. "That's what they all say."

"Because it's true." she chuckled and then glanced at the clock in her office. "Your classes start soon. I'll make you a good meal for tonight."

Min Ho: I'm getting coffee with Dae. Do you want me to get you something?

You scoffed at the text. Although you were surprised he was the one to reach out first, this was not the text you thought he'd send.

Min Ho: You saw my message, I know it.

Y/N: I won't be at the dorm tonight, so no thanks.

Min Ho: Where are you?

Y/N: I'm fine.

Min Ho: I didn't ask how you were doing, idiot. I asked where you are.

Y/N: Are you still mad at me?

Min Ho: Yes..?

Y/N: Okay, then I'm not at the dorm to leave you space.

Min Ho: It's not because I'm mad that I don't worry about you. Where are you? I'm picking you up.

Y/N: Don't.

Min Ho: Please.

Y/N: It's only going to worsen things. You'll stay mad, it'll be awkward, and then we both won't be able to sleep.

Min Ho: We'll talk, I promise.

Y/N: Fine. I'm at my aunt's.

You got up from bed and went to the front door. Your uncle, still awake, watched you leave in silence.

"Be careful out there." he said before going back to reading his book.

"I will. Thank you for tonight, it was nice."

He gave you a smile and you left. You waited by the porch of your front door and saw a fancy car coming only a couple of minutes later. You went inside where Dae and Min Ho were seated, coffees in hands. Min Ho passed you an ice americano and you hummed as to thank him. The ride was, as you predicted, awkward as hell. Dae was fidgeting with the hem of his shirt in uneasiness and Min Ho was sipping on his drink every five seconds, visibly nervous.

And the walk to the dorm wasn't any better. As soon as you walked in, you announced you were going to bed. Min Ho immediately stopped you and asked Dae for some time alone with you. Finally just the two of you, you sat on the couch and he copied you.

"Why didn't you tell me?" he finally broke the silence.

You exhaled loudly. "That morning when Kitty ran away, Dae came to our room to talk with her and said it was fake. But then you opened the door, I was there, he didn't know because he left before he saw me. Then I asked Yuri about it and she begged me to keep it to myself."

He hummed. "Okay. I get it for back then because we both didn't like each other. But what about after?"

You shrugged. "It wasn't for me to tell you. I swear I just wanted to have nothing to do with all of it."

He took your hand in his. That's a good start.

"From now on, don't lie to me like this again."

You nodded and that's all it took for him to bring you into his embrace. You melted at the touch and engulfed your head in his shoulder.

"I'm sorry."

He hushed you. "It's okay. I might have overreacted."

You laughed in agreement. The rest of the evening went on smoothly. He invited you to stay with him for the night and he pulled his laptop to his bed so you could watch something together. Dae complained a few times about the volume and the giggles you would slip out every now and then. Other than that, you felt at peace. You were just content that things were back to normal, and you fell asleep soon after.

You groaned loudly as Yuri kept on blabbering about the talent show. To help Kitty get ten percent bonus on her exam, she gathered as many people as she could to do a traditional dance. That was the condition Lee put in place to boost the notes. And you were not left out of it.

"We have to help her, Y/N."

You played around with the food in your plate as another sigh left your mouth. "I don't know, Yuri."

"You'll get ten percent more, too."

You shook your head. "I already have excellent grades, I don't need bonuses."

"She's your friend."

"So is she yours, and you're already doing it. She doesn't need both of us."

She rolled her eyes at you. "The more, the better."

You then saw a guy from your English class walk to your table. Byungwon, if you remembered well. He used to go to school with you and Yuri during middle school. Apart from brief 'hi's and nods of acknowledgement, you hadn't talked to him in years.

"Can I sit here?" he smiled at you.

Yuri frowned. "Why?"

"My friends are at practice for the swimming team."

"I thought you were in the team as well." you said.

"Injured. I'm left alone."

Forming your mouth in a 'o' shape, you gestured for him to sit with you. "How have you been?"

"Great, apart from the injury. I haven't talked to you two in so long. I figured we could catch up." he beamed at you.

Yuri chuckled. "Yeah, we did draw apart with time. I figured you were living your new life well, you know? Part of the swimming team, girls all over you, good grades..."

He blushed. "You're making it seem bigger than it is. I could say the same for you two. You have quite grown well." He looked at you. "And you look great."

You felt the heat rush to your face, so you focused on your food instead, clearing your throat in the process. "You too." you mumbled.

Yuri's eyes flickered between him and you, a smirk slowly creeping on her face. She knew you used to like him, and so the opposite. Visibly, old feelings easily came back. Though she would have usually teased you about it, she rooted for your relationship with Min Ho. If anything, you were simply taken aback from Byungwon's sudden reappearance.

"You still like her." she teased the guy who instantly gulped.

"No."

You wanted to punch her just there and then. "Yuri."

She shook her head. "Or maybe not. But just so you know, she's taken now."

"I know." he said. "I simply want to catch up, that's all."

A couple of tables further from yours, Q was poorly trying to calm Min Ho down. The latter was fuming. All he could see was the sweet smile Byungwon was shooting at you and the giggles you let out with pink appearing on your cheeks. He knew you wouldn't do anything close to cheating on him, but that didn't mean he wasn't going to be worried about you leaving him for someone else. Adding the fact the two of you began your whole dynamic with hate, he was slightly worried you still had that kind of feeling towards him.

"Min Ho, they're just talking." Dae said, growing discouraged.

"I'm not jealous, I'm just saying that he doesn't need to be so close to her."

"He's only sitting next to her."

He pointed at you. "Did you see that? He offered her his drink!"

"Yeah..." Q sighed. "Not jealous."

Back to you and Yuri, she abruptly got up announcing practice for the talent show was about to start. She gave you an intense look and you knew what she was doing. It most likely was not time for practice but this was your opportunity to get away from this awkward situation.

"Right, we have to go." you coughed out.

"And I'll help you get ready for your date after." she added and your eyes grew bigger at her.

"Ah." Byungwon said, slightly disappointed. "You and Min Ho are real serious."

"They are." Yuri nodded. "Let's go. See you around!"

She crossed her arm with yours before you went out of the cafeteria. You could do nothing more but follow her lead.

"I swear I thought you were going to make him make a move on me."

She laughed. "I might not think Min Ho is the best guy to date, but I know you love him. Plus, it's not the first time I've seen Byungwon look at you like that."

"Really?"

"Yeah. But now, that means you have no choice but to participate in the fan dance with us."

You groaned in defeat. As much as you loved her for saving your ass, you also hated her.

"Hi, baby."

"Hey-"

You were cut short as Min Ho eagerly kissed you, long enough for people around to either giggle at you or make noises of disgust. It wasn't an innocent kiss either, he was going for it.

"I missed you." he said after pulling back but still holding your hand to walk with you to the auditorium.

"You saw me this morning."

"Not in front of swimmer guy."

Your eyes shut closed. "You saw that, the other day."

"Yeah." Min Ho said as a matter-of-factly. "And I did not appreciate him eyeing my girlfriend like she is some meat."

You patted his shoulder. "Awe, is my little pup possessive?"

He glared at you. "I thought we agreed on stopping with this nickname. Makes us sound like we are furries or something."

You shrugged. "I still like it. But thank Yuri, she's the one who saved me from him that day."

He kissed the top of your head. "Glad to know she's on our side. Now, how are you feeling?"

"Ashamed, depressed, and on the verge of crying."

He frowned. "I'm not sure if you are referring to your feelings towards the wait for your grades or the talent show."

"Can't it be both?"

He laughed and rubbed your hand softly with his thumb. "You'll do great, for both of them."

While he was not allowed to, Min Ho insisted profoundly in coming with you backstage. Saying he didn't want to watch the whole thing and only your performance so you could leave together in advance, he was only disappointed when you sent him back to his seat with Dae.

You walked up to Madison who was crouched next to a machine. "Hey, what are you doing?"

She squealed. "Fireworks, for my next performance."

"You perform twice?"

"Yeah, K-pop."

You rolled your eyes and gave her the fans. Of course she had to do a K-pop dance. You finished up to get ready by fixing parts of your hanbok.

"Yuri-ah."

You weren't sure what Principal Lim was doing backstage to run to her daughter, especially since they hadn't talked since Yuri moved in with you.

"I want you to come back home." she continued but Yuri only gave her the eyeroll. "I'll talk to Alex. I'll make sure you can get to know him."

"Alex?" she said in confusion. "Alex, who?"

Principle Lim froze. "Oh, I just assumed that Kitty-"

"Wait, Alex is my brother?"

And here was another drama happening right in front of you. You learned your lesson to not get involved, so you went to the other girls to ignore what was happening. It wasn't even a minute later that you were up to go on stage. You wanted to bury yourself alive from how embarrassed you were. Not because you were ashamed of your culture, but you weren't a dancer. This was, in no way, one of your strengths.

"How could you not tell me?" Yuri spoke as the performance began.

You tried your best to block them out but they weren't so quiet.

"I thought Alex was my brother and that my mom was the one who was pregnant." Kitty explained. "It wasn't until we snuck out of detention that day and went to Lee's house-"

"Wait, you've known since detention?"

You subtly shushed them and went on to your next move. They seemed to get the message and you were happily back to focusing on your dance.

"How could you hide this from me?"

You mentally cursed them out.

"It wasn't my place to-"

"To be honest?

Madison groaned. "Guys, I'm trying to focus."

This might have been one of the few times you were thankful to her. But your friends being themselves, they continued to bicker.

"I wasn't not honest, I just-"

"Lied by omission?" Yuri interrupted her again.

"You lied all semester about being with Dae on purpose, and I got past it, and now we're friends."

"We were friends." Yuri corrected her.

And with Kitty being Kitty, she clumsily stepped on her robes and tripped, knocking off the firework machine. Fire came out and the whole auditorium stood up in panic, Kitty first as the fabric of her hanbok caught on fire. She stepped back, panic across her face as she stared at the flame. You looked from afar, worried about her and unsure if you should put yourself in danger as well to help her.

You got your answer quickly when you saw your boyfriend running to her. He took his jacket off as he help her sit down on the ground, and crouched down while putting the fire out. She squirmed for a bit until there was no more flame. You observed them as he helped her relax and something seemed off to you. You weren't exactly sure what, but you knew it made you feel sick. It wasn't until Dae arrived that Min Ho went to you, hugging you tightly.

"Are you okay? You're not hurt?"

You didn't hug him back and only nodded. "I'm fine."

He placed his hands on your cheeks. "This girl is so clumsy, she could have put all of you in grave danger."

You cleared your throat. "Yeah, luckily, you saved her."

You pushed his hands away and walked further from the stage. He caught up with your pace and took your hand.

"Hey, are you sure you're good?"

You didn't know what to say. You only stared at him in silence, feeling the lump in your throat growing bigger and bigger.

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Exchange ft King Kenny x black female reader

Summary! In which old lovers reunite and Kenny still feels like Destiny is the one for him.

Warnings! Swearing,mature content,angst turned to fluff at the end, sappy and jealous!Destiny, and a whole other bunch of things.

Main character: Destiny Korma

➔ ➔ ➔ Excuse any errors!

“Please I’m begging you Destiny. Can you please be in the video?”Harry pestered, while holding his hands in a prayer form,to which Destiny side eyed him in disbelief. Her cousin was the biggest beggar of them all.

“Why does it have to be me, don’t you have a ton of woman in your DMS begging to be in a video with you lot?” She recalled seeing a woman on Instagram being hysterical, because Filly had brushed her hand in the club while he was trying to get through.

This was appalling, because she never understood the hype behind her cousin and his friends. They were normal human beings that lived a normal life except, they were rich and made entertainment videos for a living.

“Because the fans want you, Destiny. Sharky and them did a Q&A on Instagram,and they said they wanted you in a video.” Harry informed her, bored with how she was questioning him too much.

A smirk formed on Destiny’s plump lips and she cleared her throat crossing one leg over her other.

“Sharky? How is he by the way..”

Harry groaned loudly, shaking his head at his cousin's antics. He knew how much she fancied him, but Sharky found the whole thing amusing. So from time to time he would purposely flirt with her, just in spite to make Harry annoyed.

It’s not like he had a chance anyway, the two would never happen as she was his best friend's ex, plus Destiny wanted the real thing and Sharky was not ready to commit, at least not until he was ready.

Just like Kenny.

“He's fine Des. Now are you in or not, because I don’t have time to play cat and mouse with you. I got things to do—“

“Alright chill grumpy pants, I’m in. Just text me the details and I’ll come.”

Sighing in relief, Harry mumbled ‘’thank God’’pointing to the air and stood up hugging his cousin before leaving her apartment. Leaving her to dwell on the fact that she was going to have to face Kenny on Wednesday.

TIME SKIP TO WEDNESDAY BECAUSE I'M LAZY

Wednesday had crept around the corner like nothing, ultimately Destiny planned to sleep in and watch Top boy. However, she received a reminder text from Chunkz, and NIKO. She knew better than to try and bail,because both of those men were persistent and would most likely rock up to her house and drag her out.

So she spent the majority of the day doing self care as the video was scheduled at 3:30. Such as doing her lashes, eyebrows, re painting her nails and even chucking in the time to go and do a workout.

She felt good so she had to embrace the moment.

“Hello.” Destiny picked up her phone while glancing at the caller, she was in the middle of getting her nails done so she had to multitask.

“BITCH ARE YOU ON CRACK, YOU'RE FILMING A VIDEO WITH MY HUSBAND. AND DIDN'T WANT TO TELL ME”. Meet Karin, she’s Destiny’s best friend and right hand woman.

The two met one night when they were at the club, and Destiny got bat shit smashed and she tried to steal Karin’s Birkin mistaking it as hers. Until Karin told her it was not and somehow the friendship formed from there.

They have been seeing each other since then. And haven’t turned on each other's back since. Destiny visibly flinched at her friend's tone, as she didn’t expect her to be as loud as a camel.

“What’s with the shouting? And I promise I was going to tell you, but I’ve been busy.”

“Too busy to call your friend right! Well what are you wearing, you better not be wearing some baggy shít or lord help me, I’m coming down from Australia to smack your ass.” Karin threatened, only for Destiny to laugh at the seriousness in her tone.

Destiny had a ugly habit of wearing clothes that were baggy, this was only because her family had taught her from a young age to not wear tight revealing clothes.

Ever since, she hasn’t tried to try and break this habit. It’s only now, at the ripe age of 27 she’s wearing clothes that show a tad bit more skin. Thanks to Karin who is carefree and is all about body goals.

“No I’m not wearing something baggy, I’ll show you when I get home. But don’t worry I’ll make sure to tell Chunkz that you’re sending your love from Australia.”

“Period! As you should, that man wants me; he's just too scared to make the first move, which is fine.”

As delusional as Karin sounds, everything she was chatting was indeed correct. Her and Chunkz have a little thing, and it’s been going on for awhile and he is yet to ask her out.

He’s always so quick to come to Destiny for not being open and honest about her feelings, when he can’t even take his own advice and do the same.

“Alright, well I’ll call you later I gotta finish my nails.”

“Okay bye baby, make sure you take photos and send them to me! Love you pookie!”

“Love you too wifey!”

TIME SKIP

By the time Destiny was done with everything, it was already 2:30 and she knew that she took forever to do everything. So she put on her crocs on sport mode, and sped home to get ready as the studio they were filming at was 30 minutes away from her house.

But with her crazy driving she would make it 20 minutes. Once she had gotten home she quickly did her make up, making sure it wasn’t too dramatic then put on her outfit and she was out.

Her estimation was indeed correct because by the time she got there it was already 3:00. Out of breath, she slammed her car door and bolted into the studio to find most of the women were already there and the boys were talking amongst themselves.

Before she could approach them, a man had gently tapped her causing her to spin around.

“Hey are you Destiny? If so,we would like you to come with us so we can show you your room and where you can put your stuff.”

“Oh okay.”

Trailing behind him, she was quickly pulled into a room where they adjusted her hair, while attaching a mic to the back of her dress, in order for the fans to hear when it’s her time to talk.

Cluelessly, Destiny followed the man and she watched as he motioned for the women to all come together so he would explain what’s going on.

There were a total of 8 eight women and they were all Caucasian, Destiny being the only black woman. She silently cussed to herself, as she was going to give her cousin a handful later about being more diverse.

“Alright as you all are gathered here today I’m pretty sure you are all aware of what’s going on today. Kenny is going to be our lucky man,who’s going to have to distinguish which one of you is the gold digger.” He spoke to no one in particular.

“You will all stand behind this white wall in number order based on the number that we have given. Kenny will then go around asking each individual to introduce themselves. And we’ll go from then on, the last 3 contestants will then go on a 5 minute date with him and he’ll decide the winner from there.

“Now me personally I don’t care if you’re here for money or for love. That’s on you. All I’m asking is that we just tone it down with the swearing and let’s all be respectful is that simple? Any questions?” The women all murmured to each other and he nodded.” Great, now let’s line up please.”

The man had gone around ordering all the girls with a number and Destiny had landed on number 5. They all got into their positions and the video had started.

All she could hear was Nikos booming voice echoing throughout the room, as he was giving the intro. This gave her some sort of comfort, that he indeed was here like he promised.

Now they had gotten all the girls to introduce themselves and it was Destiny’s.

“Contestant 5 it’s your turn.”

“Hello my name is Destiny. I am 26 years old and I’m from Sierra Leone.”

“Oh an African queen, I like that.” She overheard Filly say, and she almost laughed, however she covered her mouth to prevent it from coming out.

“That’s cool love, and what’s your occupation?”

Swallowing, Destiny was hesitant to answer as she didn’t want them to suspect it was her, but she didn’t have a choice but to answer.

No one else besides Harry and Niko, and chunkz were aware that she was invited to the video. As they wanted it to be a surprise to the fans and the other boys.

“I’m a physical trainer in the NBA.” She revealed and heard multiple gasps, some of the girls even rolled their eyes or scoffed in envy. But she didn’t give a damn, she worked hard to get in the position so she was going to earn it.

“DAMNNNN”

“Nah she’s waffling.”

“Ain’t no way she works in the NBA.”

The boys suddenly became a bit more quiet then Kenny spoke.

“Oh okay I see you girl, what team?”

“The Atlanta Hawks.”

“Lads, I think I just fell in love…” Kenny exaggerated clutching his chest, causing everyone including the camera crew to laugh.” I LOVE THE HAWKS, You think you can get me Trae Young’s number?’” He asked, almost sounding genuine, and almost sounding like he wasforced into it.

“We’ll see.”

The boys oooo like teenage boys and Destiny rolls her eyes with a smile. Who knew the boys were still childish after all these years.

“Alright next contestant!”

TIME SKIP-

As the time went on ultimately, Kenny had kicked out the contestants he didn’t like. Remaining with Destiny; and contestant number three and number 6. Now Destiny was not really stressed because Number three was named Bree.

She was a brunette and was a model of course, but she lacked the confidence and she was just talking about herself the entire time, not even asking Kenny the right questions.

Then Number six was named Sasha. She was a blonde and actually seemed genuine. Her only problem was that she was only here for money, unfortunately Kenny didn’t know that but he was getting the sense.

Sasha had told Destiny that she was purely only here to get money to pay off her BMW. Like girl, get a damn job the last thing that should be on your mind is trying to be famous and being on YouTube.

“So what are you into?” Kenny had asked Bree who was grinning so hard that her mouth could snap.

Now he was not entirely convinced that she was genuine so he analysed her response carefully.

“I’m into dancing.”

“Oh yeah, what kind of dance are you into dancehall?” Kenny jokes, showing his dimples however his grin soon dropped,once she stood up from her chair and began doing some tap dancing.

Instantly, Sasha m lol and Destiny made eye contact and bursted out laughing. The two began running to each other, grasping each other's arms, as they cried to themselves.

Filly and them were also heard laughing from the other room because what the hell was even that. Gathering themselves together, Kenny bit his lip to contain his laughter.

“Wow, that really was something.”

“Awwww thank you Kenny, I wish I could do better but these bad boys were in the way.” She patted her heels, thinking she really did something.

Fast forward to Sasha, obviously Bree was let free because Kenny was not feeling that whole dance plus she was giving very much desperation.

Next was Sasha, she was nervous for some reason and kept cracking her knuckles every few seconds. It was only until Destiny approached her that she calmed down slightly.

“Hey, are you alright?”

“No,just nerves. I guess Kenny seems so sweet, just don’t want to ruin it.” She rambled, playing with her fingers and Destiny hummed.

Kenny was her ex, so she knew what he liked and didn’t like. So if Sasha was to go out there flaunting her humongous breasts,he would immediately not show interest.

Sure he loved a more curvy woman, he didn’t discriminate at all. He just didn’t want her to have to show off her body, in order to gain his attention.

He mainly went for personality, yet he wanted something to look at of course. Maybe even something to grab onto if you get my drift.

“So Sasha, I’ve been told that you like boxing, why’s that?”

“I’ve learnt that it was a great way to take off my stress, and my father used to do it with me all the time when I was younger until he passed away.” She recalled, causing Kenny to frown sympathetically.” Oh my gosh, I didn’t know. I’m so sorry for your loss.”

“It’s fine how could’ve you. It was years ago, but at times I still find myself lingering on the fact that she’s not here.” She cleared her throat, to prevent herself from crying.

Kenny reached over grasping her hands in his large ones causing Destiny to scoff, earning a side eye from the producers. Why was she so bitter, it’s not like she still liked Kenny. Her and Kenny were done, and he’s moved on.

So why is she suddenly so bothered by seeing the way he was gazing into Sasha’s eyes. I mean she was the perfect fit, she was more on the slim thick side. Educated, with a wealthy family and was a boxer. All she needed was a lover.

What was there to not love about her!

Destiny on the other hand, she was also educated and wanted to settle down just like Kenny. It was just finding the right man that was troubling her. The men her age weren’t taking her seriously, she only had one serious relationship after Kenny.

Was with a guy named Stefan, he was African American and came to London for some cruise. While on the cruise, Destiny happened to be there and she had a one night stand with him.

The two went on to date for a while until she found out that Stefan was just using her to get closer to her brother Dean, who was a famous football player he just wanted to be like Dean. So she broke up with him and never saw him again.

“Okay contestant 5 can you please come out and reveal yourself.” Sharky’s loud voice boomed from the other room, and Destiny sighed bracing herself.

With one last deep breath, she adjusted her skirt and made her out from where she was and walked over to the table where Kenny was.

As soon as she came into the camera, the boys began screaming loudly and clapping. Kenny’s face had dropped and he visibly looked as if he had seen a ghost.

“OH MY GOSH BRUVV.”

“IS THIS DESTINY KURMO IN THE FLESH?!”

“SOMEBODY PINCH ME LADS.”

Once all the commotion had died down, Kenny had cleared his throat and began laughing foolishly.

“You can’t be serious… If this is a joke, Niko come out here right now.” Kenny became angry, because he hoped the boys were not playing with his feelings.

They all knew that he still loved and cared for Destiny tremendously, words can’t even describe how much he cried the day they split, she had an immense impact on him and she didn’t even know.

Ask anyone, even the loyal fans they would tell you that boy was sprung over Destiny.

“I promise bro, if this was a skit I would’ve told you but this wasn’t me.” Niko defended himself, also bewildered by the sight of Destiny. More at the fact that she actually showed.

“He’s not lying. Harry was the one that was invited for the video. So take it or leave it, either you can sit down or you can send me home. I don’t mind.” Destiny chimed, taking a seat across from Kenny.

It looked almost like he was having an internal battle with himself. Almost instantly, he gave in sitting across from her and he just stared.

“Yo, cut the cameras.”

“Kenny—“

“I said cut the cameras bro, I don’t want this recorded!” He snapped, and the guy sighed but obeyed, turning the camera off temporarily.

“So what’s your aim? Why are you here Destiny?”

“Kenny-“

“If you want the money you can take it and leave. Because I’m not about to do this again.”

“Do what.” She frowns, not getting why he was so upset at seeing her appear in the video. After all he always wanted her to appear in a video and she was here.

“Be with you again! You left me remember, I told you I wasn’t ready and you just ran off like what we had was nothing.” Kenny argued, Destiny scoffed not liking his tone one bit.

It was almost as if he was blaming her for the fall out that occurred between them, and that was the last thing that Destiny liked. Was when someone accuses her of being the problem, when she wasn’t it.

“Well excuse me for being smart, why waste my time on someone that wants to be a man child forever. I told you from the start Kenny, I wanted the real thing, and you couldn’t give me that. So what did you expect me to stay?! No because I’m not one of those women that will tolerate that Kenny!” She shouted back and it suddenly became silent. It felt almost as if no one else was in the room, just these two.

Suddenly Kenny got the urge to ask her a question that he knew could go either way.

“Do you still love me Destiny?”

Suddenly Destiny’s face had become tense and her face had fallen a bit at his words, why was he switching the attention to her all of a sudden. She was meant to let all her anger out on him, not vice versa.

“Are you serious Kenny, this isn’t about me it’s about the fact that you’re trying to blame me for leaving, when you couldn’t even meet me halfway—“

“Just shut up for a second!”

Everyone had become even more quiet and all Destiny could do was sigh and gaze helplessly into the distance, where Chunks and the rest had all come out from behind the room putting their thumbs up to encourage her.

They knew that she was probably never going to want to make a video with them again, if it was going to be this chaotic but this drama was going to gain views.

“See how you avoided my question? I asked if you still loved me. Not what I did 4 years ago, so I’m gonna ask you again, do you still have feelings for me Destiny.”

“Okay fine, yes I do! I still love you for some reason, after the messy break up I can’t seem to let go of all those years we spent together. And then for us to just break up like it was nothing. You don’t know the damage that you did Kenny.” Destiny could feel her eyes burning with tears, but she wiped them before they could spill.

It physically made Kenny sick to see the love of his life in tears because of him, lord knows the unseen tears that she shed while in private. But he was here now and he was ready to make things right.

Leaning forward, Kenny interlocked his hands with hers and she didn’t fight it. Instead she glanced down at his fingers not wanting to make eye contact. Then he used his other hand to lift up her jaw so that her eyes were glued to his.

And she folded.

“I know, baby. And I’m sorry alright, if I could take back my actions I would do it a thousand times.I was young and dumb, and I wasn’t ready. But I’m 26 now and I’m ready to give you my all.

Looking back. I realised how lucky I was to have you, a woman that was willing to settle down and be there for me. And I was dumb even enough to lose you. So I’m here now and I want you back Destiny.

We’re too grown to be going back and forth about our feelings. I want you and I’ll be damned, if I let you leave this place without being my girl.” Kenny finished and, the boys all cheered loudly at his speech.

Heck even the producers were joining in on the applause because Kenny was a good man. The girls Bree and Sasha, were even tearing up in the corner with smiles. They could tell from the start that Kenny was not as interested in them as he was with Destiny.

As soon as Destiny appeared his whole demeanour, had shifted so quickly that anyone could tell that they had history.

“So what do you say Destiny ?” Niko wraps an arm around him.” Are you ready to take him back?”

“Because if you don’t, I’ll gladly take him. He’s quite leng. Have you seen his abs?!”Aj added, and this made all of them laugh at how unserious he was.

“You lot actually crack me up, but to answer your question yes I take you back Kenny. I’m ready to be your woman.” She gleefully says,and the boys all awe as Kenny pulls her by her waist pulling her into a deep and long sweet kiss, kissing her as if his life depended on it.

“YESSS IT'S ABOUT TIME FINALLY WE’RE GOING TO HAVE FOOD AT HOME.”

The day ended with the boys all going to eat at a restaurant, and the whole time Kenny would not let Destiny out of his sight. He clung onto her like a Koala. Not because he was afraid of losing.

Moreso,because he missed her touch for 4 years which he attempted replacing with multiple women. No one matched her energy, her love was one in million. She was irreplaceable. Overall, he was just glad that he was with her finally.

Kenny finally had his girl back

The end.

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Author's note!

Please, this was sooo long. But I was having a Kenny era so I had to write a little something for him. And I know it’s so all over the place, but I just wrote what came to mind.

So I really hope y’all liked it. And maybe in the future I might write for the beta squad, cus lord knows I love all of those men!

Once again thank you for reading and supporting my writing, it means a lot and if you have any ideas in mind you want me to write please don’t hesitate to ask!

I’m down to write for whoever that’s if I like them…

Anyways Ciao! 🩷

#king kenny #beta squad x reader #beta squad #black fanfic writer #black female reader #light angst #angst with a happy ending #fluff

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battlegroundofdreams · 3 months

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And now they meet....

“I take it you’re Melinoe?” Morpheus sounded as thrilled as he felt when he walked into the training room the next morning to meet the woman who would be his partner, or at least until he could find a way to get rid of her. At least she wasn’t bad to look at, and from her outfit she was there to do serious work. At least they hadn’t put him with one of the females that was more concerned about her appearances than whether they got the job done; that was at least a bonus. However as his eyes swept her body from her long coffee colored hair that was pulled up in a plait, across her curves, and down to her long legs that were toned from workouts and the rigors of their job, Morpheus had to admit that at least the scenery would be enjoyable while he was forced into this position.

“I am. That would make you Morpheus. I’d say it’s a pleasure, but your reputation does proceed you. I’ve already been warned, you’re not going to scare me off or get rid of me. We’re stuck together, so let’s see if the other part of your reputation is correct. Hand to hand first, then we can do weapons. Let’s see what you got.” Melinoe gave him a wink as she smirked over at him. She was prepared for anything he could throw at her. Overnight she’d done some research on the assassin she’d now be paired up with, and had gotten a good feel for who he was and how he operated. To say he was generally disliked would be a significant understatement, even amongst their superiors. While he was adept and lethal, he had an attitude that few could stomach. The number of reprimands in his file was impressive for him still to be in the service. He’d impressed someone along the line, or maybe slept his way into keeping his job. She couldn’t deny that he was nice to look at - tall, dark hair, and grey eyes that seemed to be scrutinizing her, chiseled jaw and cheekbones, and he didn’t have to wear tight clothes to see his musculature. Yes, sleeping his way to keeping on the force was a possibility.

“I guess I won’t have to wonder where I stand with you.” Morpheus was actually impressed, not even one single attempt to flirt, and she was direct. He had to respect that, even if it slightly amused him. The tall female was attractive, which normally meant flirtatious. Now he had a good idea why he’d been paired up with her, maybe he wouldn’t hate this quite as much as he’d anticipated. The thought made him smirk as he considered exactly how to put her to the test.

“Not at all, killer. And don’t think that the nice cheekbones, strong jaw, and ability to smolder are going to get you anywhere. I’ve been told I’m immune.” She gave him a tight smile and another wink as she pulled on her training gloves: tight leather fingerless gloves that had padding in the palm. “Don’t take it easy on me, and I will do the same. I want to see what you’ve got, and how much of your weight I’m going to have to carry.” Now it was she that was smirking as she kept from looking at him, something she was sure he was not used to.

“Excuse me? MY weight that YOU are going to have to carry?” Now Morpheus had to scoff as his eyes rolled. There was no way she’d be carrying any of his weight. More than likely, he’d be carrying her weight, and although she was far from fat, he imagined he’d be tired from carrying her weight on every mission. There were few in the service that could keep up with him, let alone fight to his level. He dropped his equipment bag to the side of the area that they were going to be using and began to pull on his own gloves, keeping an eye on her as well.

“I believe that IS what I said.” Melinoe was glad she didn’t have to hide her smile at the indignation in his voice as she dug more of her gear out of her own bag. “I won’t play nice to save your ego. I’ve heard it gets enough puffing up off the job, I don’t plan to do any more of it while we’re on the job.” She tossed a few things to the side and then turned to stand and face him.

Before Melinoe could come to full standing, Morpheus had her by the bicep and shoved up against the wall, with his body against hers, keeping her there. Those grey eyes of his seemed to have gone ice cold and his expression was dead serious; she had to hand it to him that he was intimidating when angered. “I don’t know just who you think you are, but commenting on what I do off the job is none of your business. And my ego doesn’t need to be puffed up any, by you or anyone else, my performance speaks for itself.” She’d hit a sore spot without even meaning to, but he wasn’t going to let it slide either way. This is why he preferred working alone. No asshole coworker to annoy you, or get you injured or killed.

Her green eyes met his evenly and with a hint of amusement in them. “Is that so? And yet, you lose your cool so easily over the statement. Hiding something, Morpheus?” Her eyes dropped to where their bodies met and then back to his eyes. “Or compensating for something? I don’t care, but don’t you ever grab me that way again if you want all your body parts to remain in their original and current positions.” Melinoe’s chin lifted defiantly and her eyes narrowed. “Now back the fuck up and let me go, or I will make you.” The coldness in her voice made ice feel like the tropics and the set of her jaw made it clear she was not in a joking mood. He too had taken a step too far.

“Fine!” He took one step back, releasing her as his fingers splayed wide on both hands, his head tipping to the side, and his own eyes narrowing. “Don’t start a war you can’t finish. As you said, Melinoe, we are stuck together. We can fight each other and the nightmares, or we can fight together. You choose.” He was fighting grinding his teeth as he stood there staring at her.

“You made the first move, Morpheus. I’d say it’s up to you if there’s a truce, or hostilities continue. I’m not going to back down if challenged, and I won’t pull punches. Don’t think you can steam roll over me because others cower at you. They picked me for a reason.” The corners of her mouth ticked up, he’d have to call the truce between them and apologize. She wasn’t going to be made to apologize or back down, that wasn’t her style.

It was at that moment a messenger came into the room. “Ema! Ema! I have a message from Krios. It is in regards to your last mission. Something’s happened. He is going to need to speak with you after training!.” The messenger held out a scroll to her, bowing deeply as she reached for it. “I’m sorry to interrupt, ma’am. I was told it could not wait and was of the utmost importance.” Morpheus’s eyes narrowed as he watched, something was off about the interaction, and what had he called her?

“Right! Well, then it is best that you didn’t.” Her tone was clipped, but Melinoe was not chastising or upset sounding. It was clear on her face that something about what the messenger had just said was troubling, and she was not wanting to reveal more in front of him. “Thank you for delivering it to me. Morpheus and I will be in to see the Prime as soon as training is completed. Let him know that it was delivered. Thank You.” She inclined her head and waited until the messenger had exited the room before breaking the seal on the scroll. As she read, a feeling of dread filled her. It seemed that she and Morpheus were not going to get much of a period to get acquainted.

Morpheus waited for Melinoe to share what was within the scroll. As he did, he went back over what the messenger had said. He’d called her “Ema”. The name sounded familiar, but he was having a problem placing it. There was also that the messenger had shown a reverence to her that he didn’t even receive. And why would Krios contact her directly, the Prime rarely spoke to agents. Who had he been paired up with? What had the Dream Gods done?

“It looks like we aren’t going to get much time to get to know one another before we are going to have to undertake our first mission. A pair of nightmares that have been preying on dreamers and brutally killing them from within has resurfaced, or one of them has. I killed the other one in my last mission. I had hoped both were dead, but apparently the one was just badly wounded and laying low for the last couple weeks.” Frustration bled through her voice as she filled Morpheus in. Having to admit to not defeating the one nightmare was not something she liked doing, but she wanted it all out on the table. “Apparently the remaining one struck someone just taking a nap, not even someone asleep for the night. So, since it was my last solo mission, it has become our first joint mission.”

Now would be the test if he could control his own mouth, or if they would forever be at odds with one another. While he didn’t want a partner, fighting with her while trying to defeat the nightmares wouldn’t benefit either of them. Best thing was to call a truce and work together. “A truce it is then, if you’re agreeable to forgiving my earlier slight.” Once she had inclined her head to indicate that she did, he continued, “I guess we should get down to training then if we’re going to be thrown into it that fast. Learning one another’s fighting style is going to help when we’re taking on an adversary, especially one that is out for revenge for you killing its partner.”

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frostironfudge · 1 year

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Labyrinth - Bucky Barnes - Chapter VI

Summary: labyrinth (noun), a complicated set of paths and passages, through which it is difficult to find your way. Bucky and You would do anything for Steve and Wanda, your respective best friends. In an attempt to avoid a tradition Steve and Wanda come up with a lie involving their best friends. A lie, that involves building a labyrinth. Bucky and You begin to build but will you two find your way out or be caught in it?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader, (Modern AU)

Word Count: 9.8k || Dividers: @firefly-graphics

Warnings: chapter contains 18+ moments, minors DNI, there is ALOT, I MEAN ALOT OF SMUT, and implied smut, puffin and sunshine are filthy, dirty talk, p in v, dom/sub undertones, cum play?, bondage (idk bucky's tie is mentioned somewhere), fingering, size kink, allusions to cockwarming, thigh riding, this whole chapter is mostly horny, oh i forgot to add food play (ya'll wont look at this one thing the same way), there is angst too, also sad moments as well, also fluff, puffin and sunshine are idiots who can't see they are in love and wanda and steve have a plan and that plan is executed here. also soare means sun in romanian. sharon is a total bitch.

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The taste is divine on his tongue. Lips coated in the sweet nectar dripping from the oasis that quells his thirst. Chest heaving, audible breathing, and the flush on the planes of his chest.

Bucky groans as the pre-workout kicks in, humming as the burst of energy thrums through his body. Fuck, its a good workout day for him.

“Fuck.” He breathes, eyes on the weights, he could do another set. The text tone chimes above the music playing. Heading to the corner, phone in hand.

Sunshine: would you be able to come over?

Puffin: bad day?

Sunshine: somewhat?

Puffin: I'll be there in an hour, sunshine.

The minute you open the door, Bucky’s line of questioning is interrupted by your lips. His hands grab onto your waist, humming appreciatively as you mould into him perfectly.

Fuck he missed this, it had been about a week since he last sunk into you.

Being lost in the abyss that was created by the two of you, together. Burning bright.

Your nails rake along his forearms, Bucky groans against the spot on your neck he’s claimed. Your walls clench around him, not allowing him to leave. Pleasure courses through your bodies.

“Squeezing me so tight, Sunshine.” Bucky pulls himself up and you, hand around your throat, back arched while your shoulders grazed against his sweat slicked chest.

“Bucky, Bucky, Bucky,” You preen as he feels even deeper, the tip of his length pushing right against the spot that has you closer to falling apart.

“Look at you, so fucked out, need to cum don’t you?” He groans yet again, his own orgasm barrelling towards him, every pretty sound you make going right to his dick.

“Yes, fuck, you want to cum too don’t you? C-Can feel your cock twitching— so, oh, good—,” Bucky’s palm leaves your neck, moving over the expanse of your décolletage. He grasps your breast, index and thumb twisting your nipple making you cry out. Your words melting on your tongue.

Bucky nips at your shoulder, you shudder in his grasp, “Come on Sunshine, give me my third one.” He coaxes, the coil snaps, your hand braces against the wall, the other clutching onto his forearm as your legs shake.

Your mind a haze, you feel Bucky’s hand return to hold you up, his own hips stuttering in rhythm.

Your breathing hard but you know he needs to tip over, “Fill me up, fuck Bucky, can feel every vein and ridge, so big, so good, cum for me. Wanna feel it, every last drop.” Your hand moves to his hair, tugging on it bringing his lips to yours, Bucky moans as he cums, coating your spasming walls with himself.

He craved you.

every part of him craved every part of you.

Puffin: Can I come over?

Sunshine: who pissed you off today?

Puffin: Walker.

Sunshine: Does an hour sound okay?

Puffin: perfect

Sunshine: bring snacks.

Puffin: don’t I always get you snacks?

Sunshine: those tasteless protein bars are not snacks.

Puffin: that was all I had that night! how was I to know you’d pass out?!

Sunshine: a good dom knows.

Puffin: [insert eye roll GIF]

Puffin: brat.

Sunshine: fuck the brat out of me.

Puffin: oh I plan on it.

That night he makes sure you’re begging for release. Edging you for hours on end. His own cock painfully hard aching. Eager to be wrapped up in your warmth.

Bucky’s dark eyes raked over your form, so pretty kneeling with your hands tied, mouth on his cock, spit and precum smeared over your lips and chin.

The remote controlled vibrator being toyed with in time with your mouth moving on his length. His balls feel heavier each time you moan around him or give soft licks to the underside.

Bucky keeps you close then, as your daze expression clears. Every so softly your fingertips reach for his arm. Careful touches to the inked lines on his skin.

He sighs softly, closing his eyes. Willing himself to pull away from these soft touches. The way you trace the tattoos as if memorising him. He can’t have that, he can’t have you etched onto his skin.

The tattoos he can get rid of, you however?

You would remain there eternally etched onto his skin, inked onto his heart.

Standing outside his door is daunting, you hadn’t been here in about three months. Mostly the two of you met at your apartment. You fix the strap of your small bag, after this you are going to head to Wanda's. The wedding was nearing and the first plan of action was to schedule everything over the week.

Four planners were involved — the bride and grooms as well as Bucky and your own.

He opens the door shirtless. That stops every thought in your brain. Dark ink gracing his skin in intricate patterns that you’ve stolen moments tracing.

Bucky had chalked it up to you needing to touch him as part of aftercare, however only you knew you were giving into a small part of yourself that wished to have more. Your eyes move from the constellation pattern, one of your personal favourites. To his face.

“I was thinking…” He opens the door wider, to allow you inside.

“That is dangerous.” You tease, he rolls his eyes but doesn’t retort.

You walk by the kitchen a little too quickly, even though the previous events are long gone, months old. You don’t want a rehash. The new oven you bought was beautiful, not as beautiful as the state of the art one he had tucked in his kitchen but you loved your little baby.

You may have dreamed about Bucky’s oven more than anything else.

“What’s wrong?” Bucky frowns noticing your quick stride.

“Nothing,” you pick up Alpine as she curls around your feet. Greeting her with a kiss to her sweet little nose.

“How is my favourite little kitty cat?” You coo, she chirps, nuzzling against your neck making you laugh.

Bucky watches as Alpine has you wrapped around her little paw as well. She yet hadn’t given up your sweater and it was now a permanent fixture in his house. Somehow it would be the thing that would calm Alpine down if she was mad at him.

“What were you thinking?” You divert the topic as Alpine leaps out of your arms going to her scratch post and then her perch in the guest room.

“Could you request Wanda to keep Steve and my required wedding stuff in the evenings? I know Wanda has a bit of wiggle room since she owns her firm and you do too.” He scratches the back of his head.

Don’t look at the bicep, don’t look at the bicep— oh those chest muscles—no.

“Um, yeah, uh I can try, why aren’t Steve or you asking this of Wanda?” You raise a brow, his cheeks tinge pink in the slightest.

“Well Wanda can be…” he trails off, then you actually watch him shudder.

“Wanda scares you?” You giggle, not being able to picture Bucky being afraid of her.

“Don’t tell me you aren’t.” He scoffs, moving closer to you. You were wearing the navy shirt, the buttons aching to be undone one at a time. While he would worship your skin as you would pray his name.

You notice his gaze flicker down, over your body. Goosebumps spread across your skin, he steps closer towering above you. His cologne is different and more citrusy, a hint of spice comes through as well.

Your head tilted back as Bucky’s fingers play with the baby hairs at the base of your neck. The delicate touch sending shivers through you and hardening your nipples.

“No bra?” He hums, free hand cupping your breast and squeezing. You gasp as he twists the peak between his fingers. Arousal pools in your belly.

You wet your bottom lip, then biting into it as he repeats his ministrations on the other nipple.

“Fuck—,” You’re pulled closer, his length hardening against your lower abdomen, the grey sweats he wore doing nothing to hold back the outline of him.

“If I,” He muses, hand moving from your neck along your back.

“Do this,” his palm squeezes your ass, then moves along your hip bone to the front.

“Will I find you not wearing any panties, Sunshine?” He cups your mound, your legs part for him.

Your hands find purchase against his warm chest.

He grinds his palm against you, when he groans you know he can feel the wetness coating the fabric and now his palm.

“Little brat wanted to be fucked right as she entered?” He bites down on his bottom lip as your whimpers fuel his own arousal. He trails his hand up, pushing through the waistband of your leggings.

The heat of you coats his fingers, the deep guttural groan from him, has you clench around his fingers as they stay buried inside you.

“Should I bend you over the kitchen counter?” His thumb flicks your clit and you cry out.

“Maybe keep you perched on the counter and eat this pretty pussy out, till she soaks my beard.” His hands increase pace.

“Fuck—,” You moan, “God—,” your nails dig into his chest as his fingers continue their relentless pace.

Bucky laughs, “He’s not doing anything to you, Sunshine. It’s all me, go on say the name of the man making you feel this way, filling you up so good with just his fingers. No God is feeling how fucking tight you are for me, squeezing my fingers, eager to have my cock.”

The coil begins to tighten in your belly, your hips grinding on his fingers, “Fuck, please—,”

“Not unless you say my name.” His pace slows down, you mewl, raking your nails down his chest, “You know that only turns me on more, go on.”

You look up at him through hazy eyes, he’s smirking knowing just how to move his fingers to either give you your orgasm or snatch it away and edge you.

“Fuck you.” You grit, trying to grind onto his unmoving fingers.

“Oh you will.” He assures, “Just my name, Sunshine. Or are you already feeling fucked out?” He begins to thrust again, your legs shaking as your orgasm nears.

“Asshole.” You grit, when he stops yet again.

“Not my name, Sunshine.” He tuts, hand retreating, middle and ring fingers coated in your arousal, he traces your lips coating them with you.

“No movements, no taste.” He warns, taking his fingers in between his lips, humming at the way you taste. Your cunt throbs, a plea to be touched right on the tip of your tongue.

His lips crash onto yours, the taste of you shared across the taste of his lips, the two of you moan in unison. Your hand moves over the expanse of his chest and abdomen, pushing at the sweats, Bucky’s hands are too busy grabbing your ass, your palm finds his length, cupping him through the sweatpants.

Bucky’s balance of lifting you shifts, he groans into your mouth as you squeeze harder, the fabric combined with your touch distracting him.

You push forth, backing him on to the couch. You push down the leggings, not taking off the shirt, you knew how much Bucky enjoyed peeling this off of your body.

He pants, watching you lower his sweats freeing his length.

Hands grip your hips as you straddle him, your folds rubbing over his length. Bucky throws his head back as you sink onto him inch by delicious inch. Your walls flutter around him. Adjusting and taking him so well.

“So good, Sunshine. So fucking perfect.” He praises, your lips move from his jaw to his neck, his cock deep inside you, tip sitting right at the spot that he’s seemingly placed.

“Move, Sunshine.” He groans as you nip on his collarbone and then over his shoulder where his inked skin begins.

“Say my name.” Your head is tugged back, thin rings of blue greet your smug expression.

“You have to say mine, first.” He reminds you shrug.

“Puffin.” You tease, it earns you a slap to your ass. The movement jolts the two of you. The tip of his cock presses right on the spot. You can’t stop the needy preen that slips past your lips.

Bucky knows this game, the two of you holding off till one breaks, he didn't keep score but he knew the two of you have broken resolve in equal parts. Your pussy feels so good around him, he wants you moaning his name.

He wants to be your only thought.

You feel his palm around your neck, your eyes snap to his, there is a change in his demeanour. The world moves on its axis you’re under him, back pressed into the couch.

Bucky rasps your name over and over, the way his hips move. Each stroke deep, hitting the spot over and over his name tumbles from your lips.

Your legs wrapped around his hips, Bucky supports himself on one hand. The tattooed left hand grips your collar. The fabric ribs buttons sliding across onto the floor.

He moans at the fight of your flesh, faded marks he left on your chest greet him. He presses on your lower abdomen. You cry out.

“Bucky—,”

“I’m fucking deep aren’t I?” He moves to cup your jaw.

You nod mindlessly, your fingers wrapped around his wrist. The grip on your jaw is tight.

Your back arching as he fucks you harder and harder, breaths panting, sweat slicked chests colliding, Bucky watches as your eyes roll back when your orgasm takes you under. The way your lips part in a moan but he can hear the soft whisper of his name.

Your hand moves from raking your nails down his back to cup his face, you reach up, lips meeting in a sloppy kiss as he slows his face. You whine when he pulls out of you.

“Bucky—,”

“Kitchen.” He says, he can’t get the image of you sprawled out on the counter out of his mind. Years ago it was a fantasy of his, maybe he’d come home, find you baking.

You’d smear frosting onto his cheek, it would turn from sweet moments into you falling apart for him and piecing him back together.

Bringing himself out of the fantasy he looks down at you. Your heart thuds, “I—,”

“Do you like Dulche de Leche?” He enquires, you nod.

“Good, I want to taste it off of your skin.” He declares, standing and helping you up. Your legs wobble but he takes most of your weight.

Bucky places you on the kitchen island, heading to the fridge. You watch him, cock glistening with your remnants and bobbing with his movements.

You swallow, he looks so delicious. Bucky returns, using a spoon to smear it over your collarbones, warm lips trail across licking the sauce. You shudder as he nips at the flesh.

“Wanna taste Sunshine?” He brings his ring finger to your lips, the saltiness mixed with sweet taste coats your tongue, you hum in delight, eyes locked with his gleaming ones.

“Lay back.” He says, you follow, the cold marble has your arch up slightly, Bucky pours the confection across your sternum, over your nipples and along your abdomen. Your inner thighs are traced as well.

Taking his time to lick your skin clean by the time he reaches your pussy, you’re quivering and aching for him. Tears stinging your eyes from the sensitivity. Your hands try to find purchase tugging on his hair.

“Look at you, dripping all over the counter.” He chuckles, grasping your thighs and then pulling you up. Forehead touching his, you whine, wanting to orgasm yet again.

Bucky has you stand, turned and bent over. You moan as he slams into you in one smooth stroke, crying out at the fullness. Bucky’s responding groan reverberates through you.

Your hands claw at the counter to find something to hold onto as he beings to fuck you, grunts and groans tumble past Bucky’s lips, praises of how you’re good to him, how beautiful you taste, how pretty you look this way. Your left hand grips the long edge, the right knocks over the glass container coating your hand in the dulce de leche.

“Look at you making a mess in my kitchen, think of how I could bend you over anytime I come home and find you there, just in that little apron of yours—fuck, pussy’s gripping me like a vice.”

You’re both too far gone, chasing release, your hips move, meeting Bucky back for each thrust, tears rolling down your cheeks at how good he feels.

“So good, so good, right there, oh–,”

“You feel so deep— Bucky!” You babble when all he has to do is toy with your clit, you shudder against the counter, your back making you arch off of it. Bucky’s palm pressed on your sternum, he keeps you pressed against him.

He moans your name so beautifully that you want to keep hearing it from his lips as he cums inside you. Chest heaving you try to carry your own weight but he doesn’t allow you too. Still inside you but you can feel the mix of your orgasms coating your thighs.

“That was,” Bucky looks down at you as you look up at him.

Your eyes move to his neck, “Oh…”

Your Dulce de Leche coated fingertips smear the caramel across his neck and chest. The other side of his neck peppered in blooming love bites. You wince, he was adamant about non visible markings on him.

“I’m sorry—,”

“It’s okay, it’s just sauce…” carefully he pulls out of you, you grip the counter.

“No… The… you need to look in the mirror…” you prompt, eyes downcast because you knew this was going to lead to an argument.

Bucky frowns but then moves out of the kitchen and into his room.

Then his words make their way into his mind.

What the fuck had he said?

‘Look at you making a mess in my kitchen, think of how I could bend you over anytime I come home and find you there, just in that little apron of yours—,’

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

His dick throbs in remembrance of the way you felt around him. He doesn’t even care about the lovebites. He never did, it was just a precaution against developing feelings for you. Craving you being the one marking him, claiming him.

“I’m sorry.” You say from the doorway, your ripped apart shirt back on but being held by your hands in place.

“It’s fine, just don’t—,”

“I know, I’ll be careful next time, maybe bite down on my own hand or something?” You look down at the carpet.

Bucky wants to tell you no, you don’t need to be careful but he bites his tongue. He’s said enough on the brink of bliss.

“I’m going to go shower and then—,”

“Sunshine,” What the fuck is wrong with him? He’s become greedy, “You gotta help clean this mess up.”

You’ve made him greedy. Insatiable. Feral.

Bucky moves towards you, a hunter stalking towards its prey. Dark eyes pinning you in place. You feel yourself grow wetter as he closes in, your hand moves fingers collecting the arousal that coats your folds.

Bucky licks his lips, parting his lips when you raise your hand. You chuckle, smearing it over the mess you had already smeared on his neck.

Then your lips latch onto his neck. Bucky groans, he adores this, when you do something so utterly obscene. Your hand pumps his cock as you lap at him. Humming and moaning. You’re taking him towards unravelling, his tip sensitive your thumb gathers the precum.

“Fuck baby,” He groans, your heart flips, his fingers tweak your nipples, “Shower, now.” He growls, lips brushing against yours as the only warning before he lifts you up carrying you to the bathroom.

You’re sprawled across his bed, sheets twisted around you. Head against his chest, Bucky’s breathing evenly. You woke up about fifteen minutes ago. The clock reads 1 AM.

Aftercare cuddling had turned into him offering you a plate of fruits, definite upgrade from those nasty protein bars. You blanch at the memory of them alone. Cardboard. Ew.

You had to leave, sleepovers weren’t something the two of you did, no matter how late or exhausting the fucking got, though you’d prefer to just lay here. You couldn’t tell him off in the middle of sex when he said he’d come home to you in the kitchen.

That fantasy was born when you first knew him, wondering if sex in the kitchen would be something you two would ever do. He was making you want more. You had to remind yourself he was probably just talking dirty.

The little voice in the back of your mind wished it wasn’t just that, but this wouldn’t work. Taking a deep inhale slowly you pull away. Bucky’s arms tighten, you huff.

“Puffin, I need to go.” You whisper.

“Soare.” He grumbles, pulling you closer. The way he says that you’ve seldom heard it since the night at the Khan’s. Too chicken to even attempt to google the translation.

You pull away, his arms fall from you. Bucky grabs onto the pillow you were using, nuzzling himself to it. You watch as his breathing evens out. Keeping your footsteps light you go out into the hallway, Alpine watches you from the couch.

Her little fish toy on the floor. Your gaze moves to the bag you brought an ironed Navy shirt folded upon your leggings which were folded too. You swallow.

‘Since I rendered yours unusable, you can have mine.’ - puffin.

Putting it on, feels intimate as if this is not something the two of you should be doing. Alpine meows when you finish buttoning it up.

Then she begins pawing at the sheet you were wearing as you’re folding it rendering the task futile. You sigh at her.

“Not helpful.” You chide, she cutely climbs the sheet and is almost face level with you.

“Yeah, making beds is a nightmare in this house.”

You turn to Bucky, heart racing, “At least indicate you’re awake.”

“Thought you heard me.” He shrugs a smug expression on his face, fuck him and those grey sweatpants.

Well you technically did fuck him and maybe he also made you grind down on his thigh and you’re pretty sure you left a mark on those sweatpants too.

Focus. Focus. Focus.

What is he doing? Where are his hands— Bucky stands again from kneeling as he grabs the end of the sheet effectively creating a hammock for Alpine.

The cat meows and rolls around. You giggle, swinging it gently with him, watching her have the time of her life on the makeshift swing.

Bucky watches you absolutely adore Alpine, the way you look in his shirt however? He’s glad the sheet is there. After a few minutes Alpine gets bored jumping out of her hammock. Bucky and you fold the sheet. He holds it to himself as you take your bag.

“I’ll try to have the stuff you need to be there for in the evenings.” You look at him, he gives you a grateful smile.

“I’d appreciate that.” He swallows the lump in his throat, the voice that wants you to stay over.

“Are you heading to their place?” He asks as you turn away.

“Yeah,” you look down at your phone finally, you had messaged her about the plan to meet up with Bucky. Her texts urge you to take your time and stay over.

Wanda: if he fucked you to sleep I will gift him his favourite food item. Your night owl ways need to be curbed.

You snort.

He wonders what's making you laugh. You turn to him.

“Wanda’s going to give you your favourite food item.” You type back a reply to Wanda as Bucky processes the information.

“For what?”

“Fucking me to sleep, she hates I stay up late.”

“Why do you stay up late?” He questions.

“That's a pretty loaded answer…” shrugging, you head to the door again.

“I want to know.” He says easily.

Four simple words, you bite the inside of your cheek.

“You shouldn’t say things like that,” you don’t turn, reminding him. He frowns. You’ve heard him complain, let him rant to you but you hardly ever do the same.

“You can trust me.” He steps closer.

“I know.”

Another few steps and he’s right behind you, you can almost feel his body heat.

“Then why won’t you speak to me?” He questions, his chest feels heavy, akin to a column about to collapse under the weight of your next words, “Why do you always hide away?”

“Because I’m scared.” You choose the truth, you are scared.

It took alot from Bucky, you know it was taking a lot from him to speak to you.

“Scared of what, Sunshine?” He raises his hand to touch your shoulder, he wants to see you.

“That this is all just play pretend.” You whisper.

Before Bucky can say anything your phone begins to ring, Wanda’s picture taking over the screen you walk away from him into the kitchen to answer.

When you return he’s put on a shirt, sitting on the couch.

“So I’m heading out.” You say slowly.

He nods.

“Look I didn’t mean anything by what I said, I just there is alot on my plate. My family hasn’t been the easiest to deal with and my cousin ratted out that I got fired and started baking full time so it's just…” you shrug, he sighs.

“I understand. Drive safe.” He moves into his room, as you leave.

Bucky lays in his bed, pulling the sheets and the pillow closer. The scent of you lingers as well as residual heat. He closes his eyes.

He could pretend you decided to stay.

After all it’s all play pretend.

Five days later Bucky gets a call from Steve on his way home.

“Hey man.” Steve sounds apologetic.

“What do you need Mr. Groom?” Bucky laughs already knowing it's something wedding related.

“I need you to come down to the baker’s for cake tasting.”

“Is Wanda not coming?” He frowns, pulling onto the shoulder to get the address.

“She is, just I’m stuck at work and it's an emergency and I don’t want to miss this cake thing either…” Steve groans, “I mean she’s going to decide anyway and you get good cakes?”

“Alright yeah, I’m free, I’ll be there. Good luck at work.”

“Luck? What?”

“For the emergency?” Bucky sounds sceptical.

“Oh, yeah, sorry man I just, thanks I owe ya, oh and don’t tell them you aren’t me, they hate that thing!”

The call disconnects leaving Bucky to stare at his phone for a few minutes before he begins to drive to the cake shop.

“Ah Mr. Rogers!” A sickly sweet voice greets, the woman’s hair pinned up and nails well manicured holding a cigarette outside the shop.

“Um?” Bucky raises a brow and she puts out the cigarette.

“Your other half is waiting; come, come, we’re so excited to have you both!” She ushers him inside. Bucky’s eyes move over the decor. What was Wanda thinking? Everything is frilly and floral and over the top and why are you sitting here with a nervous smile on your face?

“Y/N—Mrs. Rogers.” He corrects with a smile.

“Hey Buck—Steve.” You press your lips into a thin line.

“Ah get settled, I’ll bring out your tasting cakes.” The woman claps and leaves the two of you.

Bucky looks around again before sitting.

“Don’t look at your right.” You warn, Bucky looks to his right and his eyes widen comically.

The entire wall is lined with porcelain dolls.

“Why are there so many?” He whispers, not able to tear his eyes away.

“I think it's so no one steals cake.” You whisper back, “Also don’t make sudden movements.”

“Why?” He still looks at the dolls, you look at him, studying his features.

“Because the eyes follow you.”

“Here!”

Both of you shudder and look at the tray in front of you.

“Thank you Karen.” You smile, she beams.

“I see you are enjoying the company.” She points at the dolls, “I’ve been collecting since I’ve been baking.” Karen moves to wipe something off of the doll’s face, “Little naughty ones love frosting.”

Bucky and you exchange a glance, you warn him not to ask.

“Frosting?” He still enquired, you clutch his thigh in further warning, he puts his hand over yours.

“Ah yes, they gobble it up by the truck load, you two taste I’ll check on the remaining cakes.”

Bucky whips his head towards you, “We need to leave.”

“We have to taste the cakes.” You defend.

“The dolls will taste us before we eat the cakes.” He points at them and swears one just winked at him.

“Bucky.” You roll your eyes, but the dolls creep you the fuck out too.

“Don’t tell me you don’t feel like the one in the pink dress doesn't think we may taste great.”

You follow his line of vision. The pink frills match the interior a little too well.

You swallow, no argument in place.

“Run on three?” He offers.

“Emergency at home?” You offer.

“Grandma fell?” He says, you nod.

“Wait, is your grandma alive?” You ask, holding his hand.

“Nope, she passed when I was ten but she said anytime I need to get out of something I can say she’s hurt or worse. She called it her ‘get out of hell’ good deed.” He laughs.

“She sounds amazing.” You chuckle.

The two of you stand, hand in hand. Looking down at the cakes the scent of them indicates too much essence being put and the cakes look dry as hell.

You wince, “Should we leave something?”

“A hundred?” He wonders, reaching for his wallet. He holds it while still holding your hand.

The bill tucked into the plate Bucky leads you out.

“Karen, we have an emergency. My grandma fell down the stairs and we need to leave!” He calls out, just as she emerges from the kitchen.

“Oh no you can’t—,”

“So sorry!” You call as he opens the door leading you out.

“The Dolls!” She leaps over the counter, Bucky tugs on your arm, your steps asynchronous, the two of you run across the lot, closed down shops pass by in a blur and you want to laugh despite feeling breathless.

Bucky guides you behind the corner of the building, you’re pressed against the wall trapped by him. Chests meeting as your breaths catch. You look up at him, he’s already looking at you.

A moment passes and then the two of you burst out laughing.

“Where are you Mr and Mrs. Rogers?” Karen calls out.

The two of you press a palm to each other’s mouths, it only triggers more laughter. Bucky shakes his head at you, slowly the two of you move further along the side of the building slipping back.

There aren’t any street lamps or lights. The only guide is having you pressed against him and the scarce light from the far end.

“Where is your car?” He asks as softly as he can manage, breath fanning across your lips. Your eyelids flutter.

“Used a taxi…”

“My car’s in the pay and park next building over.”

“How much physical exertion have you planned for today?” You narrow your eyes at him.

He chuckles, “It depends how needy you can get for me before the drive to your house ends.”

“Careful, Mr. Barnes, I might just have to get you as needier.”

“Shh, it's Mr. Rogers, that’s why we’re having sex recklessly, in an alley.” His thumb brushes over your lips.

You breathe a laugh against his digit.

“Lead the way then, Mr. Rogers.”

He hums, cupping your face and kissing you deeply. His knee parting your legs and having you pressed flush against him. Your fingers tangle with his hair, tugging him closer.

Bucky’s hands explore your body, moving under your shirt, thumbs stroking over your sides. You shiver in his grasp. He pulls away from yours lips, nose touching yours, “Have you ever been eaten out in a car?”

You shake your head, fingertips rubbing soft circles on his scalp.

“That’s about to change, Sunshine.”

“You’re fucking glowing.” Wanda grins brightly, making you laugh.

“I’m literally not—,”

“Oh shush, this post sex glow is amazing—,”

“We did not have sex, last we hooked up was about a week ago.” You explain, a part of you did yearn for Bucky you had told your best friend that, but you knew it wouldn’t work and keeping the greedier side of you in check was getting difficult.

“So are you going to tell him?” Wanda wiggles her brows, you huff out a no, she frowns, “Why not?”

“Wan, he doesn’t want any of that, it's been what three, four months? We fuck a few times and that is it.” Your hands pause over the dress, it’s something similar to what you’ve had in mind for your own wedding.

“Wants change, he could want more? If you don’t ask, how will he know?” She squeals, finding her dress.

You move towards her, eyes brimming with tears at her happiness.

“Don’t get emotional on me.” She warns her own throat tightening.

“Why?” You wipe at the tears pooling.

“Because then I’ll cry.” She hugs you tightly.

You hug her back, gently cradling her head.

“Ma’am, champagne?” The store manager asks.

Wanda nods, “Lots of it.”

Just as she goes in to change, Steve and Bucky walk into the area. The former bounds over to hug you, you smile. Bucky steals your gaze standing behind Steve. He gives you a wave. You wave back.

“Ah, Ms. Maximoff mentioned her fiance would be joining in.” The manager has the employee offer both of them champagne flutes.

“Yes, thank you for accommodating us, Wanda appreciates it as do I.” Steve smiles.

“Do the parents know you guys are doing this?” Bucky chuckles, you notice him retrieving his film camera from his bag.

“Not one bit, but we aren’t following any traditions so, no harm no foul.” Steve shrugs.

The sleeves of Bucky’s shirt rolled to his forearms, you watch as the employees fawn over him. Steve hides his smile behind the glass. The way the two of them had left you alone for the cake tasting and then choosing the matching napkins.

With the way Bucky couldn’t stop talking about you and Wanda reporting you not being able to get Bucky out of your head. Steve was completely sure their next step was at the right moment.

Bucky begins taking test shots, a few of the racks of dresses, and a few of Steve. When he turns with the camera towards you he starts laughing at the silly face you pull.

Only to be cut off by you gasping, “Oh, Wanda.” You feel yourself get emotional yet again, Steve looks at her, jaw dropped and completely in awe. Wanda pinned her hair to one side, the assistant brought in a veil placing it upon her.

Wanda nervously shifts the fabric around. Her eyes on Steve, in that moment everyone looking at them witnesses the love between the two. Steve stands making his way to her. Cupping her face and kissing her forehead.

“I want to marry you right here.” He says making Wanda blush.

“Really?” She chuckles, hands wrapped around his wrists.

“Truly, just so I can take the dress off of you with my teeth.”

“Steve.” Bucky sighs, did they ever stop? He takes more pictures.

“What? She’s so gorgeous!” He says as if he cannot be blamed.

“I am though.” Wanda grins, cupping his cheek and kissing him.

“You think they’ll do it?” You whisper.

“Why? Do you want to win the bet?” He raises a brow.

“I want to know if they’ll kick us all out or—,” you pause, noticing one of the employees taking your dream dress into the changing room.

“What is it?” He looks at the employee too.

“Oh nothing, just remembered I need to buy chocolate chips.” You make your way over to Wanda when Steve finally pulls himself away.

She squeals, intertwining your hands, giddy with excitement.

“I love it.” You tell her, “Oh, you’re the prettiest bride ever.”

Her cheeks tinge pink again, her gaze moving to Steve who looks at her with the most adoring look in his eyes.

“I’m in love.” He declares.

“Punk, you better be.” Bucky warns him.

Their gazes meet and Bucky gives him one of the rare smiles, he’s so elated for the two of them.

“Come on.” Wanda leads you to the changing rooms.

“Why?”

“Just, come on.”

When you get inside Wanda pushes you into a room with a dress, no, the dress you were admiring.

“Wan…”

“Oh come on, we’ve always wanted to play dress up.” She ushers you in, “Go on get into the robe I’ll be there to help zip up.”

The sleeves are intricate, it’s off shoulder and shows off your cleavage in a borderline risqué way but it looks absolutely gorgeous. The skirt is not poofy at all and can be attached to your wrist so it wouldn’t bother you while dancing or during the transition from ceremony to reception.

“Oh I know you want two weddings, one white and another traditional and this is so beautiful.” Wanda claps, back in her regular attire. You smile.

“Come on, they have the veil outside.” She walks away.

“What no, I’m not—,”

Her look silences you. You follow.

Steve sees Wanda walk out. Bucky stops talking the second he looks behind Wanda at you. He swears he can feel his heart stop.

The veil is placed on you, you watch yourself in the mirror. He swallows, not noticing that Wanda and Steve are giving each other pats on their backs.

You notice his gaze through the mirror, your cheeks warming at the way he can’t stop giving you once overs, again and again.

“Sunshine.” He says, the word heavy, laced with something he’s terrified to recognise, terrified to name.

“Puffin.” You say with equal regard, worried this is throwing everything off kilter. You can’t lose him.

His gaze falls to the wedding ring on your hand, chest tightening. He looks away from you.

The spell breaks, you bite your lip going back inside.

Steve looks up at the ceiling, “Why did you make them both stubborn?” He whispers.

“I’m so close to locking them in a room with a signboard each that has their sappy declarations of love from years ago.” Wanda whispers to him.

“I might assist you with that.”

“Might?”

“I will, my love.”

“Much better Mr. Rogers.” She pats his chest, he laughs, kissing the top of her head.

Bucky fiddles with his own wedding band, he says nothing at all even as Wanda’s dress is paid for, his thoughts scrambled, only filled by you and what the two of you could be.

You fare no better at the boy’s fittings. Steve looks amazing in his navy blue suit, Wanda almost makes you and Bucky get online ordained, but when Bucky emerges in his charcoal grey three piece and a maroon pocket square to match your Maid of Honour dress colour. You can’t help but picture the two of you together.

Wanda’s words ring in your mind, maybe you should just confess? Tell Bucky that you want more? See what he wants and if it’s the same thing good.

If it isn’t… you don’t want to know what it would feel like losing him a second time.

You’re so lost in thought that you don’t notice Wanda and Steve hastily exit the restaurant. You blink at Bucky, he looks at you with worry.

“I spaced out…” you admit to him, he nods.

“There was something wrong at Wanda’s parents house.” He repeats the reason. You nod.

“Do you want to continue with dinner?”

He holds up two credit cards, “Meals on the Rogers’, so I say we take revenge for the dolls.” He grins mischievously, blue eyes shining bright. Making you laugh.

Bucky grins wider when you do. He loves seeing your smile. Loves being the one making you smile.

“What's the most over the top dish they have?” You wonder.

“There is a cheese wheel with gold foil.” He shakes his head in disbelief.

Your nose scrunches, but pasta did sound good.

Bucky hands the valet his ticket, you shiver at the temperature change. Your jacket in Wanda’s car. Bucky takes his coat off wrapping it around your shoulders but he says nothing.

“Won’t you get cold?” You shift closer to him.

He’s about to protest but then shifts you in front of him, arms wrapped around you.

“You will warm me up, Sunshine.” His voice is deep, you don’t shiver in his grasp because of the cold any longer, “Won’t you?”

His hands move over your sides, to your waist, pulling your hips flush against his front.

“So pretty wrapped around my cock while I play with your sweet little clit.”

“B-Bucky,” Your hands find his fingers fitting into the space between his own. Rings aligned.

That night in your bed, it wasn’t hard and fast chasing pleasure. He touched you with the tenderness you gave to him.

Kisses slow, deep, he held you close afraid to let you go.

Hips flush with yours, just moans of your name and his, a melody reverberating in your hearts. One with each beat.

Your hands cupping his face, tracing his skin, over the lines by his eyes, he says nothing as you leave an imprint upon him.

He doesn’t want to wash you away.

Words on the tip of your tongue, silently spoken onto his skin and lips.

Words on the tip of his tongue, aching to reply to each syllable you write upon him.

On the brink of bliss as the two of you would fall over, Bucky kisses you, not to swallow down your moans or pleas but to be one with you in the afterglow.

As reality sets in, he pulls away. You both know what transpired tonight would have to be spoken about. It could wait, the two of you selfishly wanting this to last.

Bucky kisses your cheek before leaving, eyes lingering on the frame near your kitchen.

“It was the order that saved me from shutting my baking down.” You tell him. He reads the date, three years ago between the time you were with Beck.

Wordlessly he leaves, you stare at the frame too, the order summary always putting a smile on your face.

“Oh my god I can’t believe it will be three weeks to the wedding when we get back!” Sharon squeals as you all put on your shoes clearing through security.

Wanda gives her a tightlipped smile.

“Y/N, is your bridesmaids dress ready?” She grins at you.

“Maid of Honour and yes.” You correct her politely.

“What about the bridesmaid dress I picked for you Sharon?” Wanda distracts her and she makes a face.

“So you’re still engaged to Barnes?” Sharon scoffs, “Thought you’d realise—,”

“I’m happily engaged Sharon, please drop the whole thing.” You give her tightlipped smile before moving away.

Bucky watches the exchange, eyes trailing after you. Things had gotten complicated. He started showing up with food at your place. You had begun to open up to him. Telling him in detail about your days and the issues with your family. The sex had gotten more sensual, somewhere more intense than fucking. The emotional facet of it opened up.

The two of you didn’t address it, didn’t speak up about what happened at the party six years ago. Neither of you admitted to the clear as day present feelings.

Steve and Wanda were elated that the dinner had worked. Both of them reported to each other that the two of you had felt a change.

They knew it was just a matter of time before heartfelt admissions would happen. They hoped shoving the two of you into a cabin would work.

You’re looking out of the window when Bucky settles in next to you on the middle seat of the plane. Your brows furrowed in confusion. He was supposed to be in first class with the others.

“Hey.” You greet.

“Hey.” He greets back, placing his carry on under the seat in front of him.

“Didn’t you have first class?”

He shakes his head, “Who told you?”

“Steve?” You sound confused.

“I don’t like spending on flight tickets. I'd rather have a better chance at excursions and hotels. Economy is good.” He shrugs.

You look back out, he taps your shoulder after a moment.

“Give me your ring.”

“Why?” Your thumb traces the band.

“I’ll give it back, I’m changing ours for fakes in case they get lost during the trip or worse stolen.” He holds up the duplicate to yours.

“You’ll keep the original?” You pull it away and wear the fake one, it’s lighter but you feel okay having it on, too used to wearing it.

“I’ll guard them.” He promises, placing them in a pouch in a ring box then deep into his bag.

Sleep finds you easily, the past few days hectic with baking and delivering orders before you took a break for this trip. The layover at LAX is shorter compared to the longer flight from there to Aspen.

Bucky’s head rests on top of yours as he too dozes off on the second flight, when Wanda comes back to ask you about something all she does is take a picture to show you later and she goes back to Steve.

The jolt of landing wakes you up with a start, Bucky’s hand grasping yours, “Hey, you’re okay, we’re just landing.”

You blink away the sleep and look up at him, “Puffin?”

He licks his lips wanting to kiss you. You look so adorable in between waking and sleep.

“Yes, Sunshine.”

The plane came to a halt and the disembarking motions followed. You’re still a little tired so you allow Bucky to lead the way. On more than one occasion you almost fall asleep against his shoulder while standing in line.

He gazes at you worriedly, not dismissing your tiredness the way you are, he’d push you to sleep once you both would get to the room. Filled itinerary be damned.

Wanda appears before you, the scent of coffee rousing you from your sleep addled brain.

“I love you.” You whisper, taking the cup from her hand.

“Me or the coffee?”

“The coffee.” You hum taking a sip.

Bucky misses you tucked against him as Wanda steals you away.

Steve makes his way over a smug grin on his face, Bucky scowls.

“I said nothing.” Steve defends.

“Your face still spoke.” He rolls his eyes, this couldn’t go on, the trip would be difficult if the two of you don’t speak to each other.

“C’mon why are you denying yourself happiness?”

“Because I don’t want to be hurt again.” He admits.

“You won’t be.”

“Steve. Just drop it.”

Brock and Sharon are busy making out in the back of the van as Steve and Bucky walk in, the two exchange a glance and settle into their seats.

The cabins are near enough to each other but far apart for each couple’s privacy. It’s around one p.m. The plan is to meet back at the main hotel for lunch.

Bucky turns after placing the suitcases in the living area. He seems serious.

“I want to talk about the recent shift. I know you've noticed as well.” He says, you take a step back.

“Yes…”

“Is it something you wish to pursue? I know we said this would be superficial.” He watches you trying to gauge your reaction.

“I well, I wanted to talk to you about it as well, I know it wasn’t something you wanted, has that changed?” You hope, you hope he says it has, you hope he wants more.

Bucky takes a deep breath, then another.

There is a small crack that begins to form the longer he takes to answer, expecting the worst, knowing the worst.

“If you don’t want too… then that’s okay… we can always discuss—,”

“I don’t think we should continue on,” he cuts you off, upon seeing your torn expression he realises he never framed it right. He can’t get himself to speak further.

“Oh.” You scramble to not let your heart rip to shreds.

“Sunshine,” he steps closer.

“No.” You raise a warning hand, “I understand and I respect your decision.”

“Just, I don’t want you this way,” He winces, why can’t he just express himself?

“James,”

His heart breaks.

“It’s okay, I don’t need explanations of why you don’t want more, I, I need to go to the bathroom.” You take your bag with you. When your face is turned away from Bucky you allow your features to morph into pain. Clamping your fingers over your mouth to stop the sob.

Bucky watches you go, not an ounce of regret or sadness on your features. Maybe, maybe his choking up from admitting his feelings was good. He clearly misinterpreted the change in your dynamic.

The cabin only has one bedroom, he looks at the large sectional. It would be enough to accommodate him. When you emerge after twenty minutes, covering the tear tracks and redness of your eyes.

Bucky stands from the couch, grabbing his toiletry bag.

“I’ll take the couch, you can have the bed.” He observes as your eyes move over the couch.

“You don’t—,”

“I’d be more comfortable.”

“If you aren’t you can always you know, we can build a pillow wall…” you scratch the back of your neck.

If the earlier conversation wasn’t weighing down on him he would have snorted.

“I’ll keep that in mind.” He walks past you.

“Also, I won’t be telling Wanda about this… I don’t want to take away from their trip.” You watch him turn, blue eyes meet yours, he nods.

Sharon and Brock grin wickedly as they spot the tension amidst Bucky and you.

“What? No loveable cuddling? Is the bed not comfy?”

“Babe, he’s probably god blue balls.” Brock sniggers.

Steve and Wanda weren’t at the table yet. Bucky kept himself busy on his phone. You had a book in your hands but the words hardly made any sense to you.

“Jeez, tough crowd.” Brock rolls his eyes, “Hey Barnes, I heard your company is looking at Beck’s old joint.”

“I’m not at liberty to speak to you about my work.” Bucky says without looking up from his phone.

“Oh come on, he wants to know if he’ll get a good deal. He wants to score a bigger percentage on the next Rumlow Venture.”

“Ah, my hardworking rich baby.” Sharon gives him an audible smooch, you turn the page of your book.

“More like hardly working.” You mutter, Bucky coughs to hide his laugh.

The to be wed couple arrives, slightly dishevelled.

You share a look with Wanda. She shrugs innocently.

The lunch progresses without a hitch, the conversation divided between the girls and guys for the excursions. The groups divide, you follow Wanda into the locker area to change into skiing gear. Sharon produces an incredibly al white outfit with faux fur trimming with matching boots.

Wanda rolls her eyes, “So we have one locker since it is in season and we’re the same party.”

“Ah, yes I have to take these pretty babies off.” Sharon carefully places her rings and bracelets in the locker.

Wanda does the same with her ring.

Staring down at yours makes a weight press on your chest. Quickly you take it off and put on your gloves. You could cry again, later.

Watching Sharon wobble on the skis almost makes up for enduring her.

Wanda can’t help but laugh at each time Sharon tries to look in control for the hot instructor — Loki. He had that kind of streak where he’d flirt with everyone.

Wanda told him it was her bachelorette weekend and he was surprised and then he turned his flirting up a notch more with her.

There is a tap on your arm as you’re heading towards the locker area.

“If I may have a moment, Y/N?” Loki smiles as you turn.

“Oh, Loki, hi did we forget something?” You look down at his empty hands.

“Would it be bold to say I left my heart with you?” He chuckles, you shake your head but smile.

“Cheesy lines.” Is your critique.

“Well, usually we request the guests to warm up with hot chocolate. Care to join me for a mug?” He winks, then the smile softly disappears as he understands your expression.

“I’m engaged.” You explain, “Though I’m sure you will find something to share that mug with,”

He shakes off the loss and beams, “You’re too kind, anyone else wouldn’t wish me well after rejecting me. I’ll see you at tomorrow’s lesson.” He calls out as he begins walking backwards to the exit.

You laugh, turning away and entering the locker room, doffing the equipment one by one. Wanda and Sharon are talking about the dinner plans.

“We’re thinking of trying the Italian bistro they have, what do you say?” Wanda turns to you.

“I’m okay with it.” You open the locker and frown, “Hey Wan, did you take my ring out for me?”

“What? No? I left it inside.” She pads over to see the empty locker.

The two of you turn to Sharon.

“What?” She raises her brow.

“Where is my ring Sharon?” You demand, glaring at her.

“Give it up, this isn’t funny.” Wanda warns her.

“What ring? There was this stupid silver trashy one that I thought wasn’t any of ours and I chucked it out the window.” She shrugs.

Your heart sinks, “W-what?” You run to the window.

“Sharon, are you crazy?!” Wanda screams, the blond only raises her hands in defence.

The snow covers every inch of the back porch of the hotel, how were you supposed to find it?

“How can you be this horrible?” Wanda demands to know. You push away from the window running down the steps and frantically asking the staff to open the sealed doors of the porch.

“Ma’am you will have to go outside via the front area and head back.” The manager says, his tone sympathetic as your tears bubble over.

“My ring.” You touch the glass pane and decide to go out.

Treading through the snow to the back porch is difficult, your boots are half laced and the chilling wind whips at your skin, you can’t feel your cheeks.

The steps of the porch are icy, the layer of snow thick. Kneeling into it your palms dig through where you think the ring could have gone. Each portioned search turns up futile.

“Please, please, please, please, can’t lose that too, can’t lose his—,” you blubber through sobs.

“Y/N?” Bucky stands at the end of the steps.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, I lost, I lost the ring, I shouldn’t have taken it out, I’m sorry, Bucky.” You look back down to search for something silver gleaming in the yellow light of the lamps shining overhead.

“I— no it’s, Puffin it's a quarter. My ring’s gone.” You clutch the quarter, shoulders shaking with the crying.

“Sunshine.” Bucky moves up the stairs carefully holding the railing, “Sunshine, listen to me.”

He grabs your face between his palms, “That's not the real ring, remember I switched them?” He kneels as well, mouth pressed into a thin line at your state. Why weren’t you wearing any warm clothes? Where were your gloves?

“Bucky.” Wanda calls out, holding up the ring.

“Y/N look,” he turns your head gently for you to see your best friend holding up the ring.

“You found my ring!” The way you relax against Bucky makes him want to keep you tucked against him.

“Sharon wanted to see if it was real, was going to take it to the local jeweller.” Wanda says and then points behind.

Steve stands near the back doors as the senior manager opens them. Bucky wastes no time in carrying you inside. Straight to the fireplace, settling down in front of it with you.

“Ri-ring.” You demand, Wanda places it in your hands. You close your fist around it, tucking it close to your chest.

“I forgot.” You admit to him quietly. His hands haven’t stopped rubbing up and down over your back.

“It’s okay.” He whispers back, “You were worried, stress does that.”

You say nothing further, allowing yourself to be held by him. Stealing yet another moment that was never meant to be yours to have with him.

“Is she okay?”

Bucky glares at Sharon, “The fucking audacity of you. Get the fuck away. You and your shitty husband, leave us alone.” He roars. You press yourself against him more.

“Calm the fuck down I was just asking—,”

“Sharon you’ve done enough fucking damage, just leave. We’re all eating in our own cabins, we’ll meet tomorrow.” Wanda steps in, Brock grabs Sharon’s arm and pulls her away.

“Buck, there’s a snowstorm warning, we need to get into the cabins.” Steve pats his shoulder.

Bucky looks down at you, you sniffle still despite the tears being gone.

“Are you okay to go to the cabin?” He questions, you nod.

Outside they have SUVs lined up to take people to their cabins even if they are walking distance. Bucky keeps you close through the ride and walks you to the room.

“I’ll order us dinner okay?” He kneels in front of you while you sit on the bed.

“Soup please?” You request, he gives you a small smile and moves to the living area.

Even your warmest PJs feel cold, trembling hands as you open the bathroom door. The bed seems warmer. Settling into the covers you sigh in content but then the shivering starts, fuck.

“Bucky,” Your voice is barely audible to even you.

Shaking hard you get out of bed, gripping the walls and the duvet you walk out, the three steps to get into the living area shake in your vision. The dizziness is triggered and you feel yourself violently shake at the cold that seems to be seeped into your chest.

Bucky turns, the phone receiver dropped from his hand as he storms over to you, “Soare!”

His arms wrap around you in time to break your fall but you don’t respond to his calls, your body feeling too cold in his grasp.

A.N.: *hides*

a.n.2: also i will be travelling so i won't be on as much so if i will be responding only after about a week or ten days provided i get stable wifi and connection, i love you all thank you for reading and supporting!! 💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖

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you're the man (but i got the power)

jay halstead x erin lindsay x reader

Content Warning: smut, birthday sex, bdsm themes, sub! male, dom! female, ffm threesome, oral sex(m! and f! receiving), p in v penetrative sex, general filth

@erinlindsayy here it is !! the thing i have been talking abt forever

“I promised him this for his birthday. I know that the two of you are close, and I don’t want to-“

“What’s his favorite color on you?”

“Red.”

“I got just the thing. You wear red, I’ll do black. Just text me what time you want me there, and I’ll be there.”

“I’ll also let you know some specifics of what he likes. We’re not exactly…conventional or traditional in bed, if you understand what I mean.”

“Erin, I’m down for almost anything. Just let me know when and where.”

When Jay’s birthday rolled around, you met Erin at her apartment. She was having him over, under the guise of having a gift for him. It wasn’t a complete lie; you were a gift. Underneat your simple black dress, you had on a beautiful black banded teddy from Victoria’s Secret, which covered practically nothing. The bands covered your nipples and your cunt, but there was not much coverage anywhere else. The straps were bedazzled, rhinestones spelling out “Victoria’s Secret.” Erin had a matching one but instead of it being black, hers was red. You’d done that on purpose, wanting to be matching but also have some differences with Erin. Just like her, your hair was beautifully curled, and your makeup was heavy on the eyes, light on the lips.

She brought you into the kitchen, pouring you a glass of wine as the two of you chatted about the night’s activities. Erin was the epitome of seductive, with her dark eye makeup and pretty glossy lips, and she had on a beautiful red silk robe, covering what must have been the same lingerie set that you had on. Her beautiful legs were on display, and you made a mental note to ask her for her workout routine.

“So, he likes being dominated. Is that a no-go?” She asked, leaning against the kitchen counter. “Oh, I love dominating,” you replied. “Domination, bondage, edging, gosh, my likes run the gamut.”

“You’re right in line with what we like! I was planning on teasing him a little bit, maybe you can ride his face? And I’ll suck him off? Then we switch, and you can ride him while I sit on his face. If he’s still good after that, I’m gonna ride him, and you could watch?”

“That sounds absolutely divine, Erin. And is Jay okay with this?”

“He knows he’s getting a threesome. I just…may have left out the part that it’s you,” she said as she stepped closer to you.

“So he doesn’t know anything other than that it’s another woman.”

“Well, let’s go in and show him his surprise.”

Erin brought you to the bedroom, where Jay was laid out, only in his underwear. He was fidgeting with the sheets underneath him, impatiently waiting for you, his big surprise. You softly gasped as you took in how gorgeous he was, toned body fully on display.

“This is your surprise,” Erin mused as she got on the bed and straddled him. “What I promised you, a threeway.”

“You got…are you sure you’re okay with this..oh my God,” he breathed as you came around, revealing the very revealing teddy that adorned your body. “You’re beautiful.”

You perched on his side, and he looked up at you with the cutest puppy eyes that you’d seen.

“You didn’t tell me he was such a pretty boy,” you cooed, looking right into his beautiful green eyes. A red flush erupted on his cheeks, underneath the beautiful freckles that littered his face. His body, now on display, showed that the freckles littered his shoulders and upper body as well. God, he was a gorgeous man.

“He’s a beautiful boy,” she said, looking right at you, her eyes darkened with lust. “Touch him. He’s so responsive…”

“Is that okay with you?” You asked, slightly apprehensive, but your nerves were quelled by Jay’s frantic nod.

Your fingers traced his collarbone, grazing against his heated skin. His eyes fluttered closed as your fingers trailed down through the valley of his chest and ran over his toned abs.

“Oh,” he sighed as Erin’s hands started to toy with his pert, pink nipples. “Fuck…”

“He loves when you play with his nipples. He’s just such a sensitive boy, so responsive, and he never acts out. Try it.”

She pulled her hands away, and you replaced her hands with yours. You gently pinched and tugged at his nipples, kissing his jawline as your fingers toyed with him. The soft whimpers and moans that escaped from his mouth were almost sinful. You looked down at him, your eyes darkening as they bored into his. He whimpered at your glare; it was just like Erin’s, intense, sexy, and addictive. There was no way he was gonna make it out of here coherent, not after you and Erin were done with him.

Erin kissed the other side of his jaw as she sultrily whispered,

“You wanna make her feel good? Show her what a good boy you are?”

“God, yes, Erin,” he breathed as he looked at you, his big blue-green eyes practically begging you to let him make your legs shake.

“Sit on his face. He loves it, loves when you use him. Jay’s such a giver.”

You moved up and smiled as you straddled his face. He let his hands run up your smooth thighs, resting on your hips, and you moved the crotch of your teddy to the side as you sunk down on his mouth. Jay softly moaned as his lips got to taste you, and he swore that he was en route to heaven. He licked and sucked at your cunt, his tongue exploring you and learning how to make you feel good. You understood why Erin always came into Intelligence so happy; Jay was quite talented with his mouth. You grabbed onto the headboard, your body lurching forward as he pulled you down onto his mouth.

“Fuck! Jay!” You moaned as his tongue worked your cunt like it was his last meal.

He flicked his tongue on your clit, and your hips ground against his tongue. You figured that Jay was good in bed, but you hadn’t really thought about just how good he would be. As his tongue devoured you, sending shockwaves coursing through you, you let out loud, almost pornographic moans, hips grinding down onto his tongue.

“Good boy,” Erin praised as you rode his face, her hands roaming his chest. “Make her cum…”

He glanced over, and the devilish glint in her eyes said it all. She was not going to make his life easy, but since it was his birthday, it was going to be in the best way possible. Erin moved down, in between his legs, and she took out his now fully-erect cock. Her hand wrapped around it, making Jay moan up into you.

“Oh, shit,” you moaned as Jay’s hands dug into your hips. “Jay!”

“He liked that, hm? He’ll like this even better,” she said before wrapping her mouth around the head of his cock.

Jay let out a loud, but still muffled moan, and his eyes rolled back into his head. You looked down, and as you met his eyes, you swore that you had never seen such a beautiful sight. God, he was simply gorgeous. Your hips rocked on his tongue as your grip on the headboard tightened, knuckles whitening as you tried to contain yourself. The welcome feeling of a bubble forming in your stomach started to come, and you threw your head back as your thighs tensed around his head.

“Jay, fuck, I’m so close, oh shit..”

“Cum on his face,” Erin said, pulling her mouth off of Jay’s cock, replacing it with her hand again.

You let the bubble that had formed burst, your orgasm taking over you. Jay’s tongue greedily lapped at you, drinking up every last drop of your release. He didn’t stop until you pulled yourself off of him, your cunt overstimulated in the best way possible.

“Good boy,” you praised, threading your fingers through his hair, slightly out of breath. “You’re so good with that mouth.”

“Thank you,” he panted, his eyes fluttering closed as Erin’s hand stroked his length. “Oh fuck, fuck!”

You perched yourself next to his head, your hands moving down to play with his pretty nipples. His head rolled back as the two of you toyed with him, drawing out breathy moans. You leaned down and kissed him, tasting yourself on his tongue, nipping at his bottom lip.

“Tell me how good she tasted, baby boy,” Erin mused as she swirled her hand around the head of his cock. “Come on, tell me.”

“She was-fuck-so good,” he breathed, his hips bucking up into Erin’s hand. “Oh my God…”

You moved down next to Erin, and pulled her up for a kiss. She ran her hands up your body, cupping your breasts and letting her lips move down from your lips to your neck. Soft moans escaped your mouth as she gently nipped at your neck, leaving little love bites all over. Her hand kept stroking Jay’s cock, swirling around the tip, and she whispered to you,

“You want to make him cum with me? Or would you like to make him wait?”

“Let him cum,” you replied. “Don’t be mean on his birthday.”

“Put your mouth on him, and I’ll jerk him off, let him spill into your mouth.”

You wrapped your lips around the tip of his cock, eyes looking up to his. His jaw fell open as you swirled your tongue around his head, and Erin’s hand moved faster on his cock. Jay ’s eyes fluttered closed as his chest rose and fell rapidlt,

“Erin,” he breathed, his hands twisting the sheets, “please…”

“Let her taste you, pretty boy,” she mused. “Cum down her throat.”

His cock twitched in your mouth, and you smiled up at him with your eyes. After swirling your tongue around his head a few times, and Erin’s hand continuing to stroke him, he spilled into your mouth with the prettiest cry you’d ever heard. You effortlessly swallowed every drop of his release, looking up at Jay as you pulled your mouth off of him.

“He tastes so good, Erin,” you murmured as you pulled her in for a kiss, letting your hands roam over her body. “So good.”

“I know,” she murmured in between kisses. “He tastes even better on you…”

She slipped the straps of your teddy down your shoulders before helping you tug it off your body. When you were fully bare, Jay’s eyes widened as he took in the sight of you. You straddled his hips, letting him get a better view of your breasts. His eyes were transfixed on your body, and Erin came up behind you, her hands sliding up to cup your breasts and play with them. Jay’s pupils were blown dark with lust, and you winked at him, letting out a chuckle.

“Look at her,” she mused, kissing up the back of your neck. “She just wants to ride you, bounce up and down on your cock. What do you think of that, hm?”

Jay practically drooled at Erin’s words, and he licked his lips as she played with your breasts. Her hands gently massaged them, pinching and tugging at your She chuckled at his reaction, and whispered in your ear,

“Get on his dick. Time to make him see heaven, beautiful.”

You reached down and stroked his cock, feeling it harden underneath your hand. Smirking, you leaned down and kissed him before lining him up with your entrance. Jay sharply inhaled, and from the way he looked: eyes wide and mouth hung open, you figured he was probably praying to whatever higher power he believed in that he wouldn’t lose his damn mind. As you slowly sunk down onto him, his eyes fluttered closed, and he let out the sweetest moan.

“Holy fuck,” he breathed, hands clutching the sheets. “Oh my God…”

You braced yourself on his chest as your head rolled back. He felt so good, big enough that you could feel the stretch, but not so much that it was painful. As you settled down on his cock, letting him feel every inch of you, he let his hands move up to hold your soft waist. Erin was behind you, kissing your shoulder and softly murmuring,

“He’s so good, right? He’ll let you use him however you want; he’s such a good boy.”

“Fuck, yeah, he’s good,” you breathed as your hips started to move up and down.

Erin’s hands moved up to cup your breasts again, and she nipped at your earlobe. Her slender body pressed up against yours, and she let her head rest on your shoulder, eyes looking down at the spot where Jay’s cock disappeared inside you. She moved her hand down to your stomach and pressed down on it. It was right where the tip of Jay’s cock was, and you whimpered for her. As much as you wanted to keep that dominant exterior up, play with Erin instead of into her, the way she just knew how to make you melt with just her touch rendered all intentions moot. Erin laid a trail of sweet kisses down your neck before looking right into Jay’s eyes. You leaned down and pressed a kiss to Jay’s perfect lips, and she softly chuckled as you came back up.

“He’s so pretty, isn’t he?” She asked, her hand trailing down to rub your clit. “A beautiful birthday boy…”

You nodded as you started to go faster, your hips slapping against his. He was so good, letting you use him for your pleasure. You dictated the pace, the angle. Though, it wasn’t all about you; he was practically in heaven with you wrapped around him. His hands moved up to your hips and he started helping you bounce up and down. Erin chuckled as she watched him grow more desperate, how he started to thrust up into you and groan louder.

“Oh my God,” he groaned as he dug his hands into your hips. “Your cunt is so…oh fuck…”

You breathlessly chuckled as you ground your hips faster onto him. It all felt so good; Erin’s hand relentlessly workled your clit as you rode Jay’s cock. You knew going into this that you would be in for a night of pleasure, but you just weren’t ready for how good the two of them were. Erin kissed up your neck again, and she moved to your jaw, kissing up to your lips. With her free hand, she tangled her hand in your hair and pulled you into her.

Your hips rocked against his, chasing the orgasm that was building in your stomach. Erin’s hand on your clit and her breath on your ear as she helped coax you to your high was almost intoxicating, but it was Jay stuffing you that really put you over. Everything was just so good, so right. Jay was a mess underneath you, chest heaving up and down as your walls clenched around him, practically begging for him to spill into you.

“Cum for us, beautiful,” she murmured as she kissed up yout neck before biting down. “Cum for us…”

You let your high wash over you, capturing you like a rip tide and whipping you into a state of euphoria that you had never felt before. It was incredble, unlike anything that you had ever experienced before. As your hips stuttered, walls squeezing Jay’s cock, Jay spilled into you with a loud groan, nails digging into your hips.

“Holy fuck!” He graoned, a slew of curses accompanying your name tumbling from his lips.

You let him thrust into you, your cunt being flooded with his seed. His chest rose and fell as he slowly came down from his high, whimpers tumbling from his mouth as you kissed down his jaw.

“Good boy,” you praised as you pulled yourself off of him with a sigh.

Erin’s eyes shifted from a look of lust to a look of love as she watched you perch yourself next to Jay. She moved to sit up right next to him as his hands roamed up both of your bodies, pulling you two close to him. Erin softly chuckled as she pulled you in for a kiss, her hand cupping your cheek.

“Affectionate, aren’t we, pretty boy?” Erin murmured as she turned her attention to Jay. “Did you like her?”

“Yes, oh my God, Erin..”

“Maybe she can join us again, hm?” She asked as she turned to you with a mischevious smirk on her face. “What do you say to that?”

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