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justhere4kpop · 1 year

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Chapter 10: Part 2

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(+18!!! Smut Warning)

I showed up at their dorms, it was probably about 2am. Yes I know I’m crazy for still being awake but I work long hours editing photos and things. I have a lot to do for these crazy guys. I made sure to text Yunho I was here so I didn’t knock too loud and wake someone up, not that they would mind but I didn’t need to disturb anyone’s sleep schedule. The dark brown door opened up and Yunho stood there a shy smile on his face, typical hair, you know….what wasn’t typical was the fact that there was absolutely no shirt in sight, the only thing this man had on was his black sweatpants hanging loosely on his hips.

“Uh…hi.” I whispered staring at my shirtless boyfriend.

“Thank you for coming over.” he pulled me in with a quick hug and inhaled deeply.

“Did you just sniff my hair?” I poked him lightly.

“No, just…I’m sorry………..Movie?” he changed the subject and moved us to the couch.

He turned on a Harry Potter movie, but he also kept fidgeting and he was getting touchy, his hand was on my inner thigh, he was leaning on my shoulder giving it light pecks when he could.

“Yun? You gonna actually tell me why I’m here? I know I didn’t come over here to watch a Harry Potter movie at 2am because you definitely wouldn’t have asked if it wasn’t important.”

“It’s not important.”

“Yunho…rule number one?” I shifted so I was facing him and he just leaned in and kissed me.

“I couldn’t stop thinking about you baby.” he sighed holding my face. “I just wanted to see you.”

“Yu, are you telling me you had a wet dream?” I chuckled aware of him pressing into me slightly.

“I’m sorry.” he sighed.

“Honestly I’m flattered.” I smiled. “I uh…didn’t know you thought about me like that.”

“This….isn’t the first time.” he blushed. “But I couldn’t….No matter what I did I couldn’t help it.”

“That bad huh? Maybe you shouldn’t have worn those sweatpants.”

“Huh? What’s wrong with my sweatpants?” he frowned.

“Absolutely nothing.” I kissed him and leaned forward, he pulled my leg over his lap so I was straddling him, he practically moaned at just the pressure. It wasn’t until now I could gauge how hard he was, he was definitely having a good dream.

“Fuck.” he whimpered and dragged my hips lightly across his lap. “Baby.”

“Yu” I looked at him and held his wrist. “Everyone’s here…we can’t…they don’t want to hear it.”

“I really don’t care.” he groaned. “About them listening…I care about your opinion please don’t get the wrong idea baby.”

“I got it Goober.” I carded my fingers through his hair. “It’s late Yunho, as much as I want to-” I picked his head up from where it hung. “And trust me I do. It’s late, you have work at 7am.”

“I’ll be okay.” he nodded.

“Let me just help you, after all, I owe you part 2.” I smiled and kissed him. “Besides you don’t want our real first time to be some booty call on the couch to a movie we aren’t even watching. Let me take care of you again.”

“You always do.” he smiled and let go of my hips.

I slid off his lap and onto my knees in front of him. I untied those cursed sweatpants that were now taunting me. He lifted his hips up and I slid down the waistband to his calves. Holy Fuck….I don’t know whether to be concerned he wasn’t wearing underwear or worry about how badly my jaw is gonna hurt tomorrow.

“Cat got your tongue pretty girl?” he smirked suddenly full of confidence.

“Shit maybe it’s my birthday too.” I leaned forward bringing my hand up to wrap around the base of his hard cock. I gave it a few pumps watching his head fall back and the tip stand up straighter. “Damn you still growing big boy?”

“All for you baby.” he hissed feeling my hand squeeze him gently. “Fuck your hand feels so much better than mine.” he whispered trying desperately to not let anyone else know.

I tilted my head to let out a few kitten licks on his tip, the way he jerked forward when I did so tells me he’s been pent up for a while. I finally opened my mouth to bring him in, oh yeah my jaw is so gonna be sore tomorrow, I’ve gotten just past the tip and I can feel my lips stretching around him, okay breathe through your nose and relax. I slid down further until he almost hit the back of my throat.

“Mingi know you’re so good at this?” he chuckled. “God.”

I pulled off him with a lewd pop. “Trust me I know how to take care of my baby.” I winked. “He lets out the sweetest little noises trying to be quiet sometimes.”

“Show me how you take care of him then.” he pushed my head slightly, he was testing a boundary, his jealousy was showing.

Yunho was jealous, he’d never hurt me and he knows how much I care about him, but in this moment I was his, no one else.

“That’s it baby.” he rasped and pushed my head lightly. “Come on good girl, you can take it, I know you can.”

I relaxed my jaw further and he finally entered my throat, I initially had gagged around him fuck he’s big, he and Mingi both. Damn…What have I gotten myself into.

“Fuck just like that.” he smiled and snapped a few photos when I looked up at him. “Shit you’re gonna make me cum.”

I swallowed around him and sank as far down as I comfortably could. My jaw burned at this point but I couldn’t stop, the look on his face, it said “You’re mine.” in the best way possible. I didn’t know he was this vocal either. He rubbed the side of my jaw and helped me relax it just as his hips began to buck up slightly chasing his own high.

“Baby, right there.” he groaned and held me still as he came hotly down the back of my throat. “Fuck fuck fuck.” he stilled and finally let go of my hair. I swallowed around him one last time making him jump and yelp a little at the sensitivity. I pulled off and helped him pull up his pants.

“You okay?” he reached over and rubbed my cheek.

“Mmhmm.” I nodded still catching my breath. “I don’t usually swallow.” I rasped out, my throat sore.

“Happy Birthday to me.” he chuckled.

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a/n: I got a little carried away while writing....I promise there is already a Mingi focus chapter brewing, also I hope I implied it correctly that this isn't the first time they've fooled around, any of them. My story isn't meant to be a step by step timeline, it'll jump around and through their relationship.

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quickspinner · 3 years

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Puppy Love

I didn’t actually spend much time editing this one because I barely squeezed my sprints in, but I’m pretty happy with it for what it is! And what it is, is pure domestic fluff, featuring the return of Bach the deaf dog from my very first sprint fic, Puppy Eyes.

Written for the LBSC sprint fic challenge. If you’d like to join in follow @lovebugs-and-snakecharmers for more information!

Challenge rules:

Pick a prompt and write for that prompt in up to three 15 minute sprints. No writing outside the sprints until you have completed all three! After the 3 sprints are complete, you have 24 hours to edit (which can include some new writing to smooth transitions, etc). After those 24 hours, post what you’ve got! More information on the challenge here!

Prompt:

“Stop being cute, I’m annoyed at you for making me work.”

Marinette glared at the clear blue eyes that blinked innocently at her. “Stop being cute, I’m mad at you for making me work.”

Bach tilted his head slightly, but made no other reaction.

“I guess the one nice thing about having a deaf dog,” Marinette sighed, “is that I don’t have to feel guilty for complaining, because you can’t tell.” She tossed another empty bag of stuffing over her little couch to join the rest behind it, where Bach wouldn’t get tangled up in the trash. She’d get Luka to retrieve the empty bags later. Then she looked back to the fleece in her hands, picked up the needle, and began stitching the last opening closed with the same careful stitches she would have used if she were working on a couture dress and not a dog bed.

She paused, and then sighed, and then reached a hand out to rub between Bach’s ears. His eyes went all squinty and his tongue lolled out as his tail wagged and he did a little full-body wiggle without actually breaking his sit. “Good manners,” Marinette smiled, though she knew Bach couldn’t hear the compliment either. It had been some work, training him not to jump on her while she worked. They’d had one or two close calls with scissors and needles and other sharp things, and he couldn’t hear her shrieking, “No, Bach, sharp! Sharp!” Fortunately, they’d managed to teach him some manners before he got big enough to make injury unavoidable.

Marinette bit down on her smile as Bach shuffled closer, technically not breaking the rules, as his behind never left the floor, but soon his chest was pressed against her legs and his head was resting on her knee.

“Oh, not the chin,” Marinette whined, carefully placing the last few stitches. “You know I can’t resist the chin.” She tied off her thread, cut it, and carefully set needle and scissors both out of the way. “Okay, okay,” she grumbled, bundling the large, poofy bed off to the side on the couch so she could bend over and press her lips to the top of Bach’s head, ruffling his ears with both hands. Bach began to wiggle all over, tail wagging wildly, and pant, pressing harder into her now that she was giving him attention.

“You’re so spoiled!” Marinette scolded him in a high-pitched voice. “Yes you are! Spoiled spoiled spoiled! I spent all this time making this for you and we both know you’re just going to lay on the floor, aren’t you? You big goof! You’re going to be glad you have this nice comfy bed when it gets cold outside and that floor is freezing!”

She pulled back as Bach began to get a little overenthusiastic, making his funny little vocalizations and starting to make little hops to lick at her face. “Ew,” Marinette groaned, but she was laughing. Still, she pushed him away, made sure she had his attention, and signed for him to sit. He did, but Marinette could have sworn he was pouting about it. “Good boy,” she said and signed, and then scratched his ears. His eyes followed her as she picked up the bed, fluffed it out, and then laid it on the floor. “All right, let’s give it a try.” Marinette said and signed, “Come,” and Bach nearly lunged to her, dancing all over his new bed until Marinette gave him the sign for “down.” He laid down, looking up at her expectantly, paying no attention to his extremely comfy new bed, color-coordinated to match the studio.

Marinette couldn’t help smiling. “Well, at least you fit in it. For now. You better not get much bigger, furball.”

“You could have just bought him one, you know.”

Marinette looked up at the familiar, warm voice, to see Luka leaning on the doorframe and smirking at her.

“I could not,” she muttered. “And you know it. Besides, I couldn’t have found anything to match the room half as well.”

Luka chucked, and reached over the flick the lights off and on. Bach looked around, spotted his daddy, and flew from Marinette’s arms with an exuberant, if slightly odd-sounding, woof. He stopped himself just before he jumped up, but sat at Luka’s feet instead as he had at Marinette’s, his whole body once again wiggling. “Good boy,” Luka said and signed, and got down on his knees to take his turn ruffling Bach’s ears as Bach licked his face enthusiastically. “Ew,” Luka grunted, keeping his lips closed as he tried to turn his face away. He’d learned that lesson the hard way.

“How was work?” Marinette asked, pointlessly smoothing out the newly-finished dog bed.

“Work was work,” Luka sighed, with a little shrug. “It was okay. Nothing monumentally stupid today.” He grinned. “The only diva in the studio was me, for once.”

“Ooh, that sounds like a story.” Marinette lifted her eyebrows, and Luka winked at her.

Bach, deciding Luka had been sufficiently greeted, bounced between Luka and Marinette. They both laughed at the wiggly white furball, who despite being rather large for the room, managed to avoid knocking over anything important.

“Well, wife,” Luka began, and Marinette still felt a little frisson of pleasure at the title, “what do you say we take this goober for a walk? Looks like he could stand to burn off the energy, and I could definitely stand to stretch my legs after spending all day in the studio.”

“Sounds good to me, husband,” Marinette giggled back, feeling a bit of satisfaction at Luka’s grin when she said it. “But go change before you say anything to him about it.”

“Right,” Luka got up, and wiped a sleeve across his face with a slight grimace. “I’ll change and wash my face and then we can go.”

Marinette nodded, and tried not to be too put out when Bach pranced out of the room after Luka, shoving his head under Luka’s hand shamelessly and nearly knocking Luka into the hallway wall.

Half an hour later they were strolling along, Marinette’s arm linked through Luka’s, and Bach’s leash in his other hand, while the big white dog zigzagged down the sidewalk, sniffing everything in reach.

“I think maybe we better make a stop at the park,” Luka chuckled, watching him. “He’s pretty fired up.”

“I didn’t take him out as much today as I should have,” Marinette admitted. “I had so much to do. I really only took short breaks to work on his bed for a few minutes here and there when I couldn’t take it.”

“He’ll be fine after a few laps around the park,” Luka reassured her, squeezing her arm against his body lightly. “Some days are just like that. We knew it would be a challenge when he got bigger.”

“We did,” Marinette agreed, pressing closer to Luka, so that he slipped his arm free of hers and put it around her waist instead. “But you just couldn’t resist.”

“Neither could you,” Luka grinned. “It’s not so bad, though? Even if it was kind of...spontaneous.”

“Stupid?” Marinette said wryly. “Impulsive? Completely impractical?”

“Unexpected,” Luka countered. “Even though it wasn’t the plan. It still worked out, didn’t it?” He looked down at her, and Marinette had to take a moment before she could look up and smile at him.

“It really did,” she admitted, her voice thick with emotion. “I should know by now that some plans just aren’t meant to be.”

Luka leaned down and kissed her—quickly, because Bach hadn’t noticed their stop and jerked them forward again.

Luka chuckled as they started walking again. “What’s life without an unexpected turn or two?”

Marinette snorted. “I certainly wouldn’t know, thanks to you.”

“It’s not all my fault,” Luka reminded her, letting go of her long enough to tweak one of her earlobes. “You came with your share of surprises yourself, you know.”

“You love it.” Marinette elbowed him.

“I love you,” he replied easily, settling his arm around her shoulders. “That’s more than enough to make up for the extra helping of chaos.”

“I thought a streak of chaos was a requirement for becoming a Couffaine.”

“It kind of is,” Luka laughed, thinking of his unconventional family. “But it didn’t have to be that wide.” He grinned at her. “Overachiever, as always.”

Marinette sniffed, putting her nose in the air. “I hate to do things halfway.”

“Oh, I do know that,” Luka drawled, giving her a sidelong wink. “A little bit of planning, a little bit of chaos, and more enthusiasm than this little body ought to be able to hold.” He squeezed her shoulders. “That’s my wife.”

Marinette tried to hold back the ear-splitting grin that wanted to break out, the one that was too large for her face and showed too many teeth, but she couldn’t do it. She leaned into Luka and pressed her face into his shoulder, trusting his arm to guide her.

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eijispumpkin · 3 years

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Might I also request a 8 captain (im callin u dis from now on)

8. being unable to open their eyes for a few moments afterward

The first time Ash kissed Eiji was for show. It was in a prison breakroom, under harsh fluorescent lights, surrounded by strangers and unfriendly eyes, with the pressure of a secret pressed into his mouth. It was Eiji’s first kiss, but it wasn’t romantic. It wasn’t for them. It was for the watchers.

This kiss, however...

These kisses are for no one but them.

Eiji always thought that making out had to be frantic. In books, in movies, in shows, they always talk about grabbing each other with needy hands, about desperation and desire and all of this drama that never quite clicked for him. But he’s curled up with Ash on the sofa, both of them sharing a blanket while a chilly winter storm freezes Tokyo outside, and they’re definitely making out right now, but they’re smiling.

“Hey, goober.” Ash pokes his nose, and Eiji puffs out his cheeks in protest, blinking. “You zoning out right now? Come on, I’m not that bad a kisser.”

“No, you are not,” Eiji agrees, kissed thoroughly into blunt honesty. “You are very good at this.”

Ash laughs. It should be illegal for someone to be so charming while doing something as mundane as laughing, and yet here Ash sits. He would break that law just like he breaks every other law that stands in his way, Eiji thinks wryly, and leans in to kiss the corner of his mouth.

“Then what’s on your mind?” Ash raises an eyebrow, and grins against Eiji’s cheek as he nuzzles him. “Can’t stop thinking that I’m very good at kissing you?”

“I just thought making out always had to be all... serious business,” Eiji confesses, and god save him, because Ash laughs again.

His eyes dance, and his face is alight with warmth and amusement as he cups Eiji’s jaw and cradles his cheek, leaning in. “Yeah? C’mere, then. I’ll give you a real serious kiss.”

And he does. It’s a deep kiss, deeper than any before save the first one; this time, when Ash licks into his mouth, Eiji isn’t frozen, though. He kisses back with a little "nnh” from the back of his throat, lips parted shyly to let Ash kiss him more, his arms wound tight about Ash’s neck.

When Ash draws back, Eiji sits there, brain short-circuiting for several seconds before he can even think about opening his eyes. That was... that was...

“Wow,” he breathes, eyes starry in awe.

Ash just grins at him, clearly pleased with himself. “That more of what you had in mind?”

It isn’t. It’s still an easy, cozy kiss that feels like them, not some kind of desperate needy fantasy that feels bizarre. Eiji shakes his head.

“No,” he says honestly, and then grins right back at Ash. “It was way better.”

♥ fictional kiss prompts ♥

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snarkwriteswrasslin · 3 years

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24.12, mistletoe, mjf

Title: Mistletoe Theme: Mistletoe Fandom / Character(s): MJF x OFC/Reader female Warnings: Alcohol tw. Also, probably hella fluffy. Teasing reader. Word Count: my guesstimate is roughly around 1.7k

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“Oh c’mon, it’s tradition. You have to kiss the person standing under the mistletoe.” Jake Hager was staring me down, practically smirking because he assumed that it was a done deal. That I’d just cave in and kiss him. Just the thought of his mouth… anywhere near mine… It was enough to make bile rise to my throat. I stepped up a little, toying with the collar of his polo shirt. Playing into things, toying with him a little because I just couldn’t resist having some fun with his ego. Especially not after my own had been bruised not even an hour ago. After a second or two of toying with him, I gave a soft laugh and shook my head no as I told him calmly, “Never in a thousand lifetimes, Hager.”

I rolled my eyes and shoved right past him, laughing to myself as I heard him calling out to me. I turned back only long enough to call out to him, “I’d kiss literally anyone but you under the mistletoe, you disgusting shitbag. Try again with some random because tonight is not that night and I am not that girl.”

I slid onto a barstool and pounded the top of the bar. “Hit me. Tequila.”

Britt’s gaze shifted to me and she sipped her own martini as she mused aloud, “Rough night?”

“Just go ahead and say it, Baker. I know you’re dying to say you told me so. Lesson learned. No more Tinder for me. Nope.”

“Were you really calling me from the bathroom of the restaurant?” Britt laughed and I flipped her off wordlessly, shotgunning the tequila as soon as it got sat down in front of me. Britt eyed the bottle and then shifted her gaze to me in warning. “Easy. You keep that up, you’re liable to wake up in bed with some random.”

“It’d be better than the fucking guy I just left. Do you know what he asked me, Britt?” I whined as I continued to drink. The tequila was burning it’s way down my throat and I could feel myself getting to that blissful warm and fuzzy beginning stage of a good buzz. I knew I needed to slow down, to pace myself, but at the same time, it had been one hell of a night.

“No, what?”

“ If I charged by the hour.”

“Ouch.”

“Yeah. Then he proceeds to go on a five minute rant about how nobody finds their soulmate on Tinder and I’m sitting there like… But you… messaged me… On Tinder…” I tried to give the guy a fighting chance because he had like five wine glasses lining the space between us and I assumed he was nervous or whatever, but I couldn’t last more than twenty minutes. But he just kept talking. I had to lie and get up, go to the bathroom, then sneak out of there.”

Britt gave a quiet laugh and I stood just as one of my favorite songs started to play.

“Where are you going?” she asked.

“The night is young. Gotta circulate.” I answered, turning back to grab my bottle of tequila and then walking away, shoving through a thick crowd, making a beeline for the dance floor, dancing my way out into the middle of it.

About halfway into the song playing, I felt a tap to my shoulder. Warm breath against my ear as Maxwell chuckled quietly, “I couldn’t help but overhear what you were saying to Hager on your way in, princess.”

I whirled around to face him, biting my lip when our eyes met. “And?”

“And, in case you haven’t noticed, you’re standing right under mistletoe. Right now.” Maxwell tilted his head, glancing up at the disco ball suspended by a chain from the ceiling. And on that chain?

More mistletoe.

I gave a soft giggle and shrugged. “Depends on who’s asking. But Maxwell?” I stepped away from him, smirking as I did so, my fingers tangling in my hair. I stared him down intently, waiting to see if he’d take the bait and play my little game.

“Yeah, princess?” Maxwell was stepping closer all over again. I stepped back a little more, putting space between us. Apparently, this didn’t suit him, because no sooner had I done that than he was stepping close all over again, a hand at my hip this time.

Like he thought that might stop me if I decided to just walk away.

The thought had me giving a soft laugh as it crossed my mind. I almost did it, just to see if he’d actually follow me around. I doubted he would, but still, drunken curiosity is one hell of a drug.

I decided against doing it because I’d already had my fill of disappointment for one night. I tilted my head slightly, locking eyes with him again. A teasing grin played at my lips as I tapped my foot impatiently.

“Do it. I dare you.”

He rubbed his chin thoughtfully. A brow raised and he asked, “This is a joke, right?”

I shrugged and with a smirk, I answered, “I double dare you, Maxwell..”. He took a few steps closer, closing the distance between us again. My back met the wall with a soft smack and I sucked in a sharp breath, raising to my tiptoe, grabbing hold of his tie as I whispered into his ear, “I triple dare you.”

I lowered myself back down and stepped away, turning my back to him. I was about to walk away, figuring that he wasn’t going to do anything, and just as I did, he caught up to me, spinning me around and practically catapulting me against him in the process.

“So you’re just gonna walk away? Not give me time to make my move? Now that’s not playing fair, princess.” Maxwell pouted.

“Either you’re going to kiss me or you’re not, Max.”

“It’s Maxwell.”

“It’s whatever I feel like calling you.” I quipped, smirking a little. Stepping just a little closer. Staring up at him with my head tilted slightly. I saw the exact second that his eyes left mine and settled on my mouth. He stepped closer, pulling me completely against him.

Wait a minute, is my heart pounding a little right now?

I barely had time to process that because he was lifting me off my feet slightly, thick fingertips digging into my body as he slid me up into his arms. If I thought my heart was pounding before, it was definitely pounding now.

He pulled his face away and chuckled. “The look on your face right now.”

“Is what?” I asked, licking my lips. My eyes darted away from his, settling on his lips. When he leaned his face in closer to mine again and his mouth brushed my lips when he muttered quietly, “Priceless. I haven’t ever actually seen you caught off guard. Until now.”

“Yeah, well.. Don’t get used to it, either.” I mumbled against his mouth, daring to nip at his lower lip, tug it just a little. His grip on me tightened and I squeezed his hips with my thighs to keep myself up.

“Merry Christmas to me, huh?” he chuckled quietly, his mouth brushing against mine just barely. Enough to send a shiver racing through my body and have my fingertips digging into his shoulder, squeezing. He groaned quietly, especially when my fingers left his shoulders and dragged through his hair, tugging a little as I inched my lips so that they rested right against his and mumbled with a bold giggle, “I guess if I want something, I’m going to have to take it.”

“Take it, huh? I like it.” Maxwell muttered, his tone dazed as his eyes locked on me. I trailed my tongue over the outline of his lips and when they parted, I slipped my tongue past, tangling with his tongue, battling for control of the kiss. His fingertips dug into my body, squeezing and he laughed into the kiss, especially when he took total control and I whimpered, melting against him just a little. The kiss broke and he rested his forehead against mine.

“I could get used to this. I’ve always kinda liked challenges.” he muttered into my mouth, pulling me into another deep and slow kiss….

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jungkookiebus · 5 years

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Grammy Fuck (m)

A/N: Just as the title states, this is a Grammy fuck, haha. I based this off a dream someone told me they had. It’s just a quick little drabble. :)

Genre: Smut

Pairings: idol!Jimin x Reader

Warnings: explicit sexual content, oral (m receiving), they fuck in a dressing room, it’s quick but hey who wouldn’t want to fuck Jimin at the Grammys.

The red carpet was swarmed with people. Your insides buzzed with excitement and nervousness as you held the small voice recorder in your hand. Miles stood beside you fiddling with the camera.

“Stop fidgeting,” he said while checking the memory card was inserted properly.

“This is my first time at the Grammys.” You tried to look brave, but your voice wavered.

“Well, it’s not mine. It’ll all happen so quickly you won’t know your head from your ass, and it’ll be over before you know it.”

“Very helpful.”

Miles just shrugged. “The truth is all.”

You heard the swell of voices rise around you as cars started to pull up curbside to let out the night’s invited celebrities. You readied yourself at the edge of the barricade in hopes of getting a small interview with anyone.

After many failed attempts, Miles sighed heavily beside you.

“Really, ______, you gotta put yourself out there. These people have been doing this for years. You have to be cutthroat if you’re going to get any interview.”

He was right. If you were going to drag yourself back to your new job with nothing, you knew for sure you’d be out on the street come Monday. That’s when you saw them. The first k-pop group to grace the red carpet at the Grammys. This was your chance to get the interview everyone at that barricade coveted.

Their leader, Namjoon(…was that his name?), was doing his best to talk to as many people as possible. You wracked your brain for names, but in your nervousness your mind fucked you over and dumped all information you had stored there. Fuck, fuck, fuck. How could you be so fucking stupid? All the other members followed dutifully behind looking like supermodels on the runway. Putting on a brave face you set your shoulders and took a deep breath.

“Go for it, girl,” Miles whispered behind you.

“Excuse me!” you yelled over the din of voices around you. There were several people on both sides of you that were desperately trying to get the attention of the group. You hoped you didn’t look too desperate. “Would you mind answering a few questions?” You really hoped he would choose you to stop with next. Handlers were moving them along so as not to hold up the rest of the people exiting their cars.

The pink haired boy tapped Namjoon’s shoulder and pointed in your direction. Or did he? Were you imagining things? Your palms began to sweat as the group shuffled in your direction. Oh god, they were coming to you. This was really happening. A smile was plastered across his face as he nodded in your direction as he drew closer.

“Show time,” Miles said beside you bringing his camera up to film your interview.

“Hello!” Namjoon said with a slight bow as he firmly planted himself in front of you and smiled down brightly.

They were all so tall…and so beautiful. You almost forgot to breathe for a second as you took in all seven faces smiling back at you with kindness and patience. You could do this.

“Hi!” you said brightly. Fuck. Were you overdoing it? You bet you looked like the biggest goober that graced the red carpet in the history of ever. You were already making a mental list of things you would need to do when you had to find a new job.

There were randomly shouted hi’s and hello’s in your direction. A blonde head popped around the shoulder of Namjoon.

“Hello I am Jin. Worldwide Handsome,” he said while extending his hand towards you.

You laughed as his large hand swallowed yours in a gentle shake. The mint-haired boy slapped him on the back and said something to him excitedly in Korean.

“How does it feel being the first Korean group to make it to the Grammys?” you asked. And then you were off; questions came naturally from you and after a few minutes the handlers were telling them they needed to move on. You gushed your thanks yous to the group as they started to move forward. The pink-haired boy that had pointed you out earlier quickly came to the barricade holding out his hand.

“Jimin,” he smiled. “ARMY?” You weren’t so dumb that you didn’t know their fanbase.

“Of course.” You gave him your biggest smile. His was so infectious that you couldn’t help smile back.

“See you later, okay?” he asked.

“Y-yeah. Later!” And with that he moved on with the rest of the group.

“See you later?” Miles asked beside you. “He’s a strange one.”

“English isn’t his first language, leave him alone. Did you get it?”

“Every last bit. Good job. I knew you had it in you.”

You playfully punched his shoulder. “Thanks for the vote of confidence, asshat.”

“Alright, we got the gold. Let’s get inside. They got us press seats this year,” he said with a waggle of his eyebrows.

Inside the center was loud. So many people were talking and shouting to one another from different rows and others were gathered in the aisles talking amongst themselves.

“This is us,” Miles said pointing to a pair of seats right at the end of the aisle. “Easy escape if you want to dip out early.”

This was all new and exciting to you. You took in the sights around you and even felt a sense of surreal reality as you watched various celebrities you had only seen online or in magazines mingle with one another. Before you knew it, people were taking their seats and the awards ceremony was starting. It all became a blur after a while with the stopping, starting, film this, film that, performances, etc.

You were startled out of a daze when you felt a tap on your shoulder. You jumped slightly as you turned to see a suited security guard standing next to you.

“_______?” he asked.

“Yes?” you looked quickly to Miles who looked just as confused as you.

“The press committee just has a couple of questions for you, then you can come back to your seat.”

You looked at Miles again with a look of ‘does this normally happen?’ written on your face. He just shrugged as you stood from your seat and followed the man. He led you around the perimeter of seats and towards a door that lead somewhere in the backstage area. He weaved in and out of workers that were bustling in the back before stopping in front of a door. With a gesture of his hand he stood in the hallway and looked at the door.

“In there?” you asked pointing at it.

“Yes, ma’am.”

This was all strange. Something in the back of your head told you this was not right, but who were you to argue right now? Tentatively you opened the door and walked inside. The room was dimly lit, which was very different from the harsh fluorescents of the hallways, and was stuffed almost to the gills with various dresses, coats, suits, costumes, etc.

“Hello,” you heard from your right.

You stifled a yelp as your back hit the door. You saw the pink hair first as the light caught it in the dim glow.

“Jimin?” you asked. What the fuck was going on? Press committee your ass. You were suddenly very nervous. The same beautiful boy that had pointed to you earlier and made a point to talk to you after was now standing in front of you, but what was happening? Why were you here and why the fuck was he in here with you?

“I said I’d see you later, yea?” he said stepping forward. He was a good foot taller than you. You heart pounded in your chest and the tension was heavy, but why? Why could you cut the air with a knife right now?

You licked your lips nervously. Jimin’s gaze flickered minutely down to your lips before he was looking at you again.

“Sorry. I’m not good,” he said smiling once again and playfully pointing to his mouth.

“Ah, it’s okay.” Your laugh came out a little crazy in your opinion. This was all making you very nervous and you weren’t sure why.

“You okay?” he asked as he stepped forward even more. Shit, shit, shit, shit. Seriously, what the hell is going on here? Your mind raced to a million different conclusions to this. Outside you heard the deep boom of bass as someone started to perform. You heard a light tune play in the room and Jimin held up one finger as he took his phone out of his pocket. He quickly put it back after he viewed the message and looked at you again. This time his gaze seemed a little darker; a little more coy from what you could tell in the dim lighting. You gulped audibly.

“Not much time,” he said.

“For…?” Before you knew it, your back was most definitely up against the door and Jimin’s lips were on yours.

What, your brain shouted, is happening?!

Jimin drew back from you breathing heavily. Your breath was caught in your throat as you drank in the sight of him.

“Is this okay?” he asked.

Fuck it.

“Yes.” His lips were on yours again as his hand came down to your ass and pulled your hips into his. He moaned lowly as you allowed him access to your mouth to explore you fully. You had never experienced a kiss so sinful. His plush lips moved softly against yours, but his tongue was telling an entirely different story. You were suddenly wondering what else he could do with it. As if on cue he moved his mouth to your jaw and the column of your neck. Your head lolled sideways to give him more access. His hands dug into your hips as he held you more firmly against him. His fingers found the button to your pants and he quickly undid them, and his hand immediately dived into the front of them, bypassing your underwear, and straight to your folds. You were suddenly, and instantly, wet. He was trying to be soft, but you knew he was in a hurry. His fingers started a slow, rolling motion over your clit.

“Ah,” you sighed as your head hit the door again. His other hand guided yours to his now painfully hard cock that strained the front of his slacks. Right, he probably wanted to be touched as well. His motions on your clit never slowed as you fumbled to undo his pants. It took all your concentration to get to what you wanted. You pulled his boxers down slightly to free his cock as it landed heavily in your hand. You moaned at the sight; you had never seen one so beautiful in your life. It was not overly long, but the girth had your mouth watering at the sight. You brought your hand to the head to gather the precum gathering there to spread it down his length. Jimin let out a low moan as he brought his hand against the door beside your head to brace himself. All the while, he never let up on his motions on your clit. He knew exactly how to use his fingers to get you wetter by the second.

“Taste?” he asked. You weren’t sure in what sense, so instead of trying to find out you dropped to your knees. You immediately grasped the base of his cock and brought the head to your lips. You looked up from your position to see him now bracing himself with both hands against the door and gazing down at you. The pink hair framed his face and his mouth fell open at the sight of you on your knees. Still gazing upwards, you opened your mouth and sank down on his cock until your nose hit his abdomen and he slipped past your gag reflex. You saw his eyes roll into the back of his head as he muttered something you couldn’t understand. You had never had much trouble with deep-throating so you kept your mouth there and swallowed hard around him and his hips bucked forward into you. He looked conflicted as he asked you a question in Korean. You just hummed around his cock as you placed both hands on his thighs. Your fingers gripped around the tight muscles there as you looked at him, hoping that your gaze would give him consent to whatever he had asked you. He seemed to understand as he started to slowly move his hips, fucking himself into your mouth. It didn’t take him long to realize your gag reflex was almost non-existent as he started to thrust faster into you. Spit started to collect at the corner of your mouth, and it all became messy very quickly. You pulled his pants down the rest of the way, so you could reach to cup and squeeze his balls in your hand. The sight above you was one to behold as sweat started to roll down his temples, his mouth slightly open, and his eyes hooded has he watched his cock disappear into your mouth. You moaned around his cock again and he thrust harder a few more times before he quickly stepped back and out of your mouth. He grabbed you up from the floor harshly and your back slammed into the door again as his lips found yours once more. He was all hands as he pulled your pants down enough to expose your ass. He grabbed your hips and turned you around harshly and brought his chest against your back, reaching from behind his hand found your folds once more. He slid two fingers inside of you easily and started to pump them in and out of you at a fast pace. You felt his impatience when he pulled his hand from you too soon and you felt him as he guided his cock to slip between your folds. He rubbed it back and forth there to coat it with your now abundant arousal that he was causing. He grabbed your hips to bring them slightly back towards him as he slid into your cunt. You both moaned as he bottomed out, but there wasn’t time to draw this out. His thrusts started hard and fast and didn’t let up from there. Your hands were braced against the door and your cheek was on the cool metal; your face slid slightly on the door on each thrust. Sweat was now rolling down your face and back as he brought you to new heights. Never before had you been so deliciously stretched and fucked before. You stood on your tip toes to bring your hips higher as his cock started to brush along your g-spot. Jimin reached around you and placed a harsh slap on your clit. You cried out as your hands slid further up the door and your chest was brought flush to it. Jimin pushed harder against you to bring most of your body against the door to brace himself as his fingers began to rub hard circles on your clit. You felt your orgasm quickly approaching and you suddenly couldn’t stop the noises coming from your mouth. He was very effectively hitting your g-spot on each thrust and the screams coming from you were almost animalistic. That was when you heard the knock on the door and the, ”You better be quiet.” from the guard outside. Jimin brought the hand that was previously bracing himself against the door to your mouth and pulled your head back against his shoulder as he leaned into you, speeding up his thrusts, and his ministrations on your clit. Your breath came quick and heavy as you whimpered into Jimin’s hand and before you knew it your orgasm hit you with a blinding white light. Jimin’s thrusts became harsher as his hand tightened over your mouth. When your screams died down, he pulled out, turned you around, and pushed on your shoulders to make you kneel again. You knew exactly what he wanted as you opened your mouth when he took his cock in his hand and started to furiously pump himself. Within seconds he was coming into your mouth and wherever else it landed on your face as his hips stuttered into his hand. You were about to close and swallow when he grabbed your chin, effectively stopping you from swallowing as he brought his mouth down to yours and kissed you deeply; tasting himself as he kissed you. He stood up, bringing you with him. There was an awkward moment as he pulled his pants up and righted himself as best as he could while you did the same. You looked down at your dark shirt to see cum starting to dry and stain there.

“Sorry,” he said sheepishly when he saw you looking.

You laughed. “No, it’s okay.”

He suddenly seemed to have an idea as he quickly turned and began digging through the rack of clothing before pulling a much fancier blouse from a hanger.

“This?” he asked holding it up. You couldn’t argue at this point, so you shrugged as you pulled your shirt off and put on the new one.

Jimin stepped up to you one more time to place a sweet kiss on your lips and then on your forehead.

“Had fun?” he asked.

“Very.”

“I’ll see you, yea?” You knew his English wasn’t well and was trying his best to be polite.

“Definitely,” you smiled.

“Me first,” he said pointing towards the door.

“Oh, yea. Have fun Jimin.”

“You too,” he smiled at you before quickly ducking out. You waited a few minutes before leaving yourself. The guard was now gone, probably having gone with Jimin since he was much more high profile than you.

As you made your way back to your seat, you glanced across the crowd to see the mop of pink hair as he joined his members once more. You smiled to yourself as you went back to your seat and sank back into it next to Miles.

“Dude, where the fuck did you go?” Miles asked as he looked up from his phone. “And why are you wearing a different shirt?”

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softkent · 6 years

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snow, snuggles, and shitty

Kent Parson/Jack Zimmermann, Jack Zimmermann & Shitty Knight Rated M Tags: Snowed In, Injury Recovery, Anxiety, Coming Out, Temporary Mobility Aid Chapter 1/? 2.1k words

for @parsebingo squares snowed in, injury, recovery, shower sex, bed sharing.

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Before the Aces announce Kent being put on IR, he texts Jack, asking if he could come for a quick visit while his knee rests. Of course Jack immediately thinks of how it would be to wake up next to Kenny again, to just be close to him, but his rational side speaks first.

Doesn't the team need your support? What about training? Kit needs--

Kent fields the questions sufficiently enough for Jack to concede. He books his flight before Jack can change his mind.

Jack isn't worried. Really. Everything is going to turn out fine. None of this is going to cause him any problems. Everyone won't think anything of Kent coming to visit him. The world knows they're friends. His friends know he and Kent are friends. No one will look beyond that.

Okay, Jack's worrying a little. He's talked things over with Kent, who reassured him for the hundredth time that things are gonna be fine, but Jack's anxiety didn't get the memo. He takes in a long breath through his nose and puffs it out through his mouth in a frustrated sigh.

With everyone else out for classes or studying, Jack has the Haus to himself, awaiting Kent's arrival. He’s picking away at the blanket covering the green couch waiting for Kent to knock on the front door. With each passing minute, Jack comes up with more reasons for Kent not to be here. He'll hate the Haus, the couch, berate Jack for using the roof as a room, and so on. He realizes all these passing problems aren't real. Kent wouldn't judge him.

A rapping on the door makes Jack jump out of his thoughts.

“Ziiiiiimms!” he can hear Kent whining a little muffled out on the porch. “I’m freezing out here!”

Jack gets up and jogs to the door. When he swings it open, a gust of biting wind blows into the house followed by a shivering Kent with the help of crutches. He watches as Kent bends down to unlace his boots.

“You’re the one that wanted to come visit me in winter,” he reminds him, reaching out to hold his shoulder when he sees Kent swaying a little with his weight on his bad knee. “Here, let me,” he says in a huff.

He bends down himself to untie the boot himself. Kent looks away from Jack’s ministrations and bites at his lip. If it weren’t for the cold outside, Jack thinks the pink on his cheeks is from the embarrassment of needing help.

“Thanks,” Kent whispers when Jack sets his boot beside the other near the other shoes littering the entrance way. “We, uh, we alone?”

Jack stands up, taking his time to let a smile spread across his lips when he’s looking down at Kent’s hazel eyes. He nods, knowing what’s coming. He throws his arms out to steady them both when Kent jumps forward, grabbing Jack’s face and bringing him down into a kiss.

Immediately, Jack is pulled back into the thousands of kisses they’ve shared over the years. Kent’s hands are cold, but sure holding his face like it’s something precious. They’re chests press firmly together. Jack bends down a little to make the reach easier on Kent with his one good leg. Jack’s chapped lips catch a little against Kent’s, but neither of them pay it any mind.

Kent pulls back enough to smile wide at Jack. He’s familiar with this look--so open and warm. Jack knows he looks the same--looks like he’s brimming with love. He leans in to press a peck to the corner of his smile.

“Thank you for coming,” Jack whispers to him and slips his hands firmly around his boyfriend’s middle--holding him close as he buries his face into his neck to breathe him in.

“Hey,” Kent says, patting Jack’s back. “Don’t mention it. This is a completely selfish trip.”

They laugh for a moment as they appreciate each other’s presence. Jack can’t remember the last winter he felt this warm. Jack’s foot nudges Kent’s bag, making a point and distracting him from the flood of butterflies in his stomach.

“Want me to get this upstairs? I can’t have you eating it trying to juggle things while climbing the stairs with that,” Jack explains, nodding to his crutches.

Kent rolls his eyes. “I got up that hell of a sidewalk all on my own, big guy, with ice! I think I can handle a few steps.”

Jack puts his hands up in defeat. “Alright. Guess you don’t need me to carry you up either, then.” His boyfriend’s eyes go wide for a second and he opens his mouth to protest. “No, no. It’s all good. You can handle yourself.”

“That was before I knew you carrying me was an option. You know how much I...enjoy you lifting me.”

“Or is it why I’m usually lifting you that you enjoy?” Jack asks, walking off into the living room.

Kent hobbles after him, scoffing. "Well, nobody told me that was on the table!"

He collides into Jack with groping, hopeful hands. Jack keeps their balance, again, and wonders if he'll end up getting injured himself before Kenny heads back to Las Vegas. He still wasn't sure how long Kent will be staying.

Like he'd suggested, Jack quickly bends his knees and gets his hands under Kent's ass. He lifts him up to wrap his legs around him, giving him ample time to steady himself without hurting his knee and starts walking up the stairs, duffle bag forgotten by the front door.

“Jackie-boy! You aren’t going to buh-lieeeeve what that white supremacist asshat said in class today,” Shitty yells once he’s inside the Haus, knocking the snow off his boots.

He looks up when he doesn’t get his usual hello. A few feet down the hall is a duffle bag next to a pair of crutches. He toes off his boots without bothering to unlace them and hops in stocking feet away from the entryway in an attempt to avoid wet socks.

Shitty peeks into the living room. Jack’s school stuff is on the coffee table with the TV off. He looks back to the duffle bag and crutches. On top of the bag, an Aces hat is resting upside down. One of Shitty’s eyebrows shoots up as a large smirk pulls up the corner of his mouth.

Before Shitty heads upstairs to put away all his class shit, he picks up the duffle bag and tucks it beside the stairs, out of the way, and picks up the crutches. Since nobody’s down here, whoever needs them is probably going to need them getting down here. Though he’s pretty sure he knows who must be up there with Jack, he doesn’t let himself fully think it. Jack’ll tell him, or he’ll find out eventually. No need to ponder it. He thinks about knocking on Jack’s closed door, but instead quietly leans the crutches beside it and tiptoes down to his door.

Jack wants to thank his therapist for suggesting he focus his schedule around morning classes. He knows it was meant to help him get up and out of the house first thing so he won't have time to dwell and build up his anxiety, still being partially asleep, but if one of the perks is the entire afternoon in bed with his boyfriend maybe he should send her some flowers...

"You sure you don't wanna do online school and come live with me?" Kent asks through his heavy breathing and blissed-out expression, laying naked and half on top of Jack. "I could get used to this."

Jack rolls his eyes and catches his own breath for a second. "You sure you don't want to get traded to the Falconers or something?" Jack asks with a smile, thinking back to all the times they've joked about this. "I could definitely get used to you being here."

Kent smacks what he can reach of Jack's ass and slides off of him onto the other side of the bed. He curses having forgotten to watch out for his leg and readjusts to stretch it out.

"Did you lie to me about the PT guy saying this was okay?"

"No! I would never lie about sex, Zimms."

"I meant coming here in the first place...Wait, did you really ask about sex?"

Kent laughs and nods. "Hell yeah, I did! Gotta ask the important questions: sex, showering, and driving. All of which are completely good-to-go."

Jack pulls Kent to him, letting him rest his head against his chest and places a quick kiss to the top of his messy, blond hair. "Does that mean you're ready to go again?"

Kent kisses Jack’s chest with a smile and licks his nipple in a fast, completely unsexy way. Jack finches away with an unexpected giggle, shielding his other nipple from Kent with his hand. From the glimmer in Kent’s eyes, he knows he’s a goner. Jack has never won a tickle fight in his life.

As the guys trickle on back home from a day of boring classes while they were wishing they were out playing in the snow or even just at home sleeping, the sky gets darker and the snow’s falling faster. When Holster stumbles in past the wind, the snow building in front of the porch is halfway up his shins.

Jack and Kent are warm up in bed with Jack’s laptop perched on his knees playing a cat video Kent insisted they had to watch before Jack could play another YouTube video in some series called Facts You Wish You Didn’t Know About Our Past Leaders.

Kent tells him again with deadly sincerity, “you can only go so far down to YouTube rabbithole before you come up for air and a good ole cat video and restart the cycle or you’ll end up watching some of the weirdest ever made by man at three am questioning reality.”

Jack’s giggles shake his stomach and computer so much the screen tips back so neither of them can see the video anymore, only causing his laughing to increase.

“You goober,” Kent chuckles and moves the laptop to the nightstand after pausing the video. “I think that’s enough of YouTube before we go insane.”

“Goober? Really?”

Kent tries to push Jack off the bed, but Jack grabs onto his arm. They shuffle back and forth for leverage until Kent tips backwards, head towards the floor, with Jack sliding over top of him. They’ve half laughing, half screaming when someone knocks on the door.

“You dyin’ in there?” Shitty yells through the bathroom door.

Jack tries to right himself, but Kenny slides out from under him to the side, causing Jack to slip onto the floor.

“Ow! Told you I’d end up injured! Nah, Shitty. Nobody’s dying!” Jack yells back to him.

He’s about to tell him to come in and say hi to Kent when he remembers their clothes are still next to his door instead of covering them up. He glances up to where Kent is sitting stark naked without a single iota of modesty, legs fully splayed, and stifling his laughter behind his hand.

Along his neck are a few red marks popping against his lightly tanned skin. A few streak trail down Kent’s chest where Jack’s fingernails traversed his body down to his hips earlier to get better leverage. In the back of his mind, he’s glad Kent won’t be stripping down in a locker room full of chirps and interns taking photos for social media.

“Alrighty, brah. What do you want for noms? Dining hall closed early ‘cause of the storm. I’m thinking pizza,” Shitty yells to him.

Kent looks at him expectantly. When Jack doesn’t answer straight away, he nods at him and motions to the door. Jack relents and tells Shitty they’ll be down soon.

“I thought you might want to avoid everybody for as long as you could…,” he mumbles while picking up his pants.

“Why would I do that? Hey, look at me…” Kent says, voice laced with concern. He waits until Jack turns back to him before he goes on, “I love you and am part of your life. I’m not going anywhere or trying to hide from your friends. I know you have good taste, so I’m sure we’ll get along.”

Jack looks away with a nod. The voice of his anxiety isn’t reality. Sometimes, it’s just so hard to separate the two. The nagging feeling that Kent’s just saying things to make him feel better sits in the back of his mind, but he choose to trust what he’s saying. Kent came all this way. He wouldn’t have done that just to hook up.

“Yeah, I know you’ll like ‘em.”

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not-close-to-straight · 7 years

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Spilling Coffee (ThunderShield)

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“Hey baby.” Bucky dropped a quick kiss on Tony’s lips. “What are you doing?”

“Hey.” Tony grinned, but didn't take his eyes off the kitchen. “So, Thor should be walking through the kitchen door in about one minute.”

“And?” Bucky sat on the couch next to his boyfriend. “Why do we care?”

“Because Steve is just about ready for his second cup of coffee, and I hid Thor’s jug of water.”

“You’re not making a lick of sense, sugar.” Bucky said, shaking his head and Tony made a shushing motion.

“Just shut up and watch.” Tony leaned forward with what could only be described as a evil smile, clasping his hands under his chin, and counting down under his breath. “Three, two one--”

Thor stumbled into the kitchen right on cue, clad only in a tight pair of boxer briefs, rubbing his eyes wearily and heading for the fridge.

“Hey. Hey Thor.” Steve nearly dumped his coffee down his shirt when he saw the demi god, but Thor didn't even notice, opening the door and scowling at the contents. “Um, did you sleep well?’ Steve asked. “I slept pretty good, um, up early again though so--”

“Wow.” Bucky whispered. “This is painful.”

“Its gonna get better!” Tony whispered back with a huge grin.

“Captain.” Thor’s deep voice was soft and sleepy and extra rumbly this early, and Steve had to put his coffee cup down when it started shaking in his hands.

“Yeah? What-what can I do for you?” he licked his lips nervously, straightening up and leaning forward a little.

Thor sighed, long and slow, and the Captain bit his lip, throat working visibly as he swallowed a moan. “I usually keep a gallon jug of water in the fridge, do you know where it might be?”

“No idea. Sorry. Id be happy to help you look, though?” Steve reached for the coffee pot and started pouring himself a fresh cup. “Even though, no, two of us in the fridge doesn't make any sense, that's stupid, forget I said that--”

“Sorry big guy!” Tony interrupted. “I put it down on the bottom shelf when I was putting left overs away. Bottom shelf, far corner.”

“Much thanks, Anthony.”

“Look look look.” Tony elbowed Bucky when Thor bent over to search the bottom of the fridge for several minutes, and Steve just stared helplessly, his hand tightening around the coffee mug until his knuckles were white.

“Here it is.” Thor straightened with a triumphant smile. “Thank you again, Anthony. Captain, will I see you on the training grounds?”

“Def-definitely.” Steve stuttered, and Thor winked at him.

“Perhaps the two of us can spar one on one, today. I would enjoy pushing you into submission.”

Thor left the kitchen, and the cup in Steve’s hand shattered into about a million pieces, raining hot coffee all over the floor. The Captain didn't even notice, still staring out the door where the demi god had gone.

“Third time this week.” Tony said with a satisfied smile. “Third mug Steve has shattered because Thor bent over in front of him.”

“This is what your doing with your mornings? Thinking of ways for Steve to embarrass himself?” Bucky demanded and Tony frowned at him.

“Well, I mean, its not like I'm malicious about it, I just think its funny how much of a goober he turns into every time Thor’s around. Honestly Its not like--”

“Oh no, I don't have a problem with it.” Bucky hastened to assure him. “Just wondering if I can help.”

“Well.” Tony leaned forward, eyes sparkling mischievously. “I plan on telling Thor that his shower isn't working, but he can use Steve’s any time he needs.”

“You’re the worst.” Bucky said before kissing him. “I love you so much.”

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