Nymphetamine: marriage of the words nymphomania and amphetamine; an unhealthy, beast-like addiction to one female in particular.
║ Masterlist ║Part II ║Part III
↣ pairing: alpha!katuski x omega!reader
↣ word count: 9.3k
↣ notes: part I of III
↣ acknowledgements: huge thanks to @ratsqueaks for this amazing banner, and to my supporters/beta readers @titan-fodder, @whats-her-quirk, @spacelabrathor, I couldn’t do this without you all in my corner
↣ warnings: a/b/o dynamics, prime dynamics (prime alphas/omegas; stronger, more dangerous variants), noncon/dubcon (the relationship later turns consensual, but it starts out with kidnapping and a/b/o can blur the consent lines), enemies to lovers, villain!katsuki, some yandere tones, kidnapping, captivity, corruption, breeding, heats, ruts, knots, mating, claiming, bonding, possessive actions, clawing, biting, choking, belly-bulges, bruising, blood, too much fucking purring, a lot of praise, some degradation, hair pulling, size difference, creampies and cum galore
↣ summary: Katsuki wants it all, everything. His name on every tongue, his fingers in every pot. All the money, all the fame, every tasty omega in the city. Because he deserves it, because he’s a prime alpha; king of the concrete jungle. Years of all the fucking extras, of all the stupid betas and base alphas, getting more attention than him has made his jealousy boil over until he couldn’t hold back the worst parts of himself. The arrogance, the aggression, the gluttony and greed, he let every deadly sin take over, ferine fury shaping a more noxious alpha. He couldn’t be the best hero, so he’s become an unrivaled villain.
And you’ve been hiding right below his nose, smothered in heat and scent suppressors, only exposed when Katsuki’s curiosity gets the better of him. It’s hard to say no to a tempting alpha when he’s stolen you away, and your instincts are getting the better of you.
But you have claws and canines, too, as long and sharp as his.
summary: you and bucky barnes have a love-hate relationship—you love him and you believe he hates you—but when your friends insist on going to the scariest haunted house attraction in the area, the experience ends up forcing your real feelings for each other out into light
warnings: 18+ content (minors dni!!!), smut, piv sex, unprotected sex, semi-public sex (in a truck), dry humping, dirty talk, daddy kink, praise kink, light degradation, biting/marking, pet names, lot of emotions, enemies to loves, reader has an anxiety attack
word count: 11.1k
a/n: this is one of my halloween stories that i published last year on my ao3, but since i didn't have tumblr at the time, i'm posting them here now that it's spooky season. i think this was one of my first times writing enemies to lovers and i really loved how it turned out. even almost a year later it's still one of my favorite fics i've written, so i hope y'all enjoy!
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“Are you sure I can’t just wait for you guys outside?” you asked, a whine working its way into your voice despite your best effort to hide your simmering anxiety. You looked at your best friend Yelena and her older sister Natasha with wide, pleading eyes as you stood in line for one of the scariest haunted houses in the state. When they both ignored your puppy dog eyes, you wrapped your arms around yourself, the chunky sweater you wore doing little to protect you from the crisp autumn wind blowing through the fields. Kicking the ground with your boot, you tried not to shiver in your short skirt—you’d stupidly forgone tights—but it was a near thing.
“C’mon, it’ll be fun,” Yelena promised, knocking her shoulder with yours. Your best friend and her sister had been smarter. Yelena wore black jeans, a cropped t-shirt and a thick yellow flannel jacket to combat the autumn chill, while Nat had on dark blue jeans, a black t-shirt and a green army-style jacket. “I’m sure if you’re really scared, Bucky will hold your hand.” The blonde waggled her eyebrows at you while Nat snickered.
Something fluttered in your stomach at the thought of holding hands with Bucky Barnes—it was ridiculous how the idea still got a reaction out of you, even after all the years you’d known him—but you kept your face blank as Yelena and Nat both watched you closely. You’d never admitted your crush on Bucky to anyone, let alone your best friend. Annoyingly, Yelena could read you too well and she loved to tease you about your infatuation with Nat’s friend. But you still stubbornly refused to admit it.
So although you hoped with all your heart that her suggestion would become a reality, you forced yourself to make a disgusted face, ignoring the flash of triumph in Yelena’s green eyes. “Bucky would rather chop off his arm than hold my hand—he hates me,” you pointed out, reminding your best friend of the biggest reason you knew hoping for anything more with Nat’s friend would be in vain. Unable to talk about Bucky without the sting of disappointment and rejection piercing your heart, and not wanting it to show on your face, you looked around at the crowded area where you waited in line for the haunted house.
You squinted against the afternoon sun, which was high in the sky, washing the fields and orchards and various red wooden buildings in bright light. Thanks to the chilly breeze, it was the perfect autumn day, which meant everyone had had the same thought as you and your friends and decided to spend the day at the fall attraction.
All around you, groups of people milled about, some joining the long line for the haunted house while others walked past the gigantic barn that housed the spooky attraction and continued on to the rest of the farm and its attractions. The haunted house was just one of many at the Barton Family Farm. There was also a corn maze, a pumpkin patch, an apple orchard, a hay ride through the fields, and a petting zoo for the kids. But although Barton’s boasted plenty to do, the haunted house was the farm’s biggest draw—people came from all over the state to go through it. Barton’s haunted house had a reputation for scaring people so badly they needed to be escorted out by staff, there were multiple exits throughout in case people wanted to bail.
Barton’s haunted house was, of course, what attracted your friends, but you were more excited for pumpkin picking and apple cider donuts. Through a lot of pleading and begging, Yelena had managed to talk you into going through the haunted house with her, Nat and Nat’s friends who were set to meet up with you at any moment. Still, you were reluctant.
Another shiver racked your body and you tightened your arms around yourself as you turned back to your friends. “You know I hate haunted houses, why can’t I just meet you guys at the pumpkin patch or something?” you asked again, the whine in your voice more obvious as your anxiety and fear spiked the closer you got to the front of the line.
“Oh no,” a mocking voice said from behind you. “Is the little baby scared of a haunted house?”
You whirled around and came face to face with Bucky Barnes, his ice blue eyes practically sparking with glee at your discomfort. His full lips were curled up into a cruel smirk set into his scruffy, stubbled jaw. Despite yourself, you sucked in a sharp breath at the sight of him. He was just so damn hot, it wasn’t fair that he hated you so much.
Bucky and his best friend Steve Rogers pulled up next to your group and before you could stop yourself, your eyes darted down Bucky’s body. Despite how stubbornly you avoided talking or thinking about your crush on him, you were helpless when he was right in front of you. You didn’t want to, but you couldn’t stop yourself from noticing the way his chest filled out the gray and blue layered shirts he wore, and how his shoulders looked particularly broad in his black leather jacket. Your eyes trailed over his dark wash jeans and dark boots before you remembered yourself, forcing your eyes away from Bucky entirely.
Perhaps it was a little childish, but your way of dealing with Bucky—since Nat was always inviting him, Steve and their other friend Sam Wilson to hang out with her, Yelena, and you—was to ignore him. It had the double benefit of keeping up the appearance that you didn’t have a crush on Bucky, and it seemed to frustrate Bucky to no end. You never understood it. He didn’t like you, but he didn’t want you to ignore him either. You hated that his contradictory behavior only made you curious to understand him, instead of turning you off.
“Be nice, Buck,” Steve warned his best friend as he greeted Nat and Yelena with hugs. He wrapped you up in his arms last, your face squished into the cream cable knit sweater he wore over his own broad chest. Steve squeezed you tight, making you wish—not for the first time—that you had a crush on him instead of his grumpy best friend.
“Barnes wouldn’t know how to be nice if it bit him in the ass,” you sneered as you stepped back from Steve, wrapping your arms around yourself again to fend off the autumn chill. It felt colder without Steve’s warmth and you tamped down on the sudden wish to have Bucky’s arms wrapped around you to keep you warm.
“You think about my ass a lot, doll?” Bucky snarked, the pet name rolling of his tongue like an insult. His smirk grew into a full-blown grin and his blue eyes heated.
If you didn’t know better, you’d think Bucky was flirting with you, but you shoved that idea aside. Bucky didn’t flirt with you. He mocked you and teased you and did seemingly everything he possibly could to make it clear he didn’t like you. So why did you still like him—it was a question your foolish heart didn’t have an answer for. Instead of giving him the satisfaction of reacting, you looked away from Bucky, ignoring him.
“Knock it off,” Steve scolded, smacking Bucky upside the head. Yelena and Natasha laughed as Bucky’s expression collapsed into a frown while you pressed your lips together to hide your smile.
Bucky shoved his hands into the pockets of his dark jeans and Nat asked Steve where Sam was as you all shuffled forward with the line. Distractedly, you listened as Steve explained Sam had had to help his sister with something. There were only a handful of groups left between your friends and the door; panic crawled up your throat, making it hard to breathe. All of a sudden you realized that not only were you about to subject yourself to being terrified by strangers, but Bucky would be there to witness just how easily scared you were. Dread churned with the anxiety in your stomach, creating a nauseating mix.
Turning to your best friend, you tried to keep your voice low as you spoke so no one overheard. “Lena, please,” you begged, using the nickname you’d given her when you were kids so she’d know how serious you were. “Can’t I skip the haunted house?”
Yelena’s face fell. “You promised we’d do this together,” she said, shooting a furtive look over her shoulder at Nat, Steve and Bucky, who were laughing about something. “You know I hate being alone with my sister and her friends—it makes me feel left out.”
“So come with me to get some apple cider instead,” you urged in a vehement whisper, linking your arm with hers so it might look less suspicious that you and Yelena had your heads bent so close together. Not that Nat wasn’t used to you and Yelena whispering together, you were best friends after all.
Shaking her head, Yelena glanced over her shoulder again. “You know Bucky won’t let either of us hear the end of it if we chicken out now,” she argued.
You pressed your lips into a thin line as you looked at your best friend. You knew Yelena didn’t care about Bucky’s teasing as much as you did, but you weren’t sure why she was so adamant about you going through the haunted house.
Natasha’s laugh rang loudly behind you, making Yelena look back at her sister with love clear in her green eyes and you suddenly realized what was going on. Yelena’s hero worship for her older sister was nothing new to you, and you guessed she was more worried about Nat’s teasing than Bucky’s. You’d long dedicated yourself to helping Yelena live up to the pressure she put on herself to be cool enough for Nat. So if that meant putting up with a little haunted house anxiety and being scared, then it was the price you’d pay for your best friend.
With a dramatic sigh, you squeezed Yelena’s arm tighter in yours so you were inseparable. “Fine,” you relented, giving your best friend a weak smile. “But you’re buying me hot apple cider after this.” Yelena shot you a wide grin before she was distracted by Nat linking arms on her other side.
“You ladies ready to get scared?” Natasha asked in a raucous voice, like she was trying to drum up excitement. Yelena whooped loudly while all you could muster was a half-hearted cheer as fear roiled in your stomach. Steve threw a casual arm around Natasha’s shoulders, ruffling Yelena’s blonde hair a little. She ducked away as much as she could without breaking away from her sister, shooting Steve an annoyed look. He didn’t see it though, too busy reading the rules and warnings for the haunted house that were posted next to the door.
“Don’t forget,” Steve said as your group stepped up, ready to be the next ones let into the barn. “If you get too scared, there are emergency exits along the way.” He shot you a look over your friends’ heads and your face heated, shame climbing up your throat. Your shoulders tensed as you looked away from his kind blue eyes, feeling humiliated that everyone knew how scared you were of a haunted house.
“Yeah, doll,” Bucky started, the mocking way he said the pet name making it clear he was talking to you.
Before you could stop yourself and ignore whatever he was going to say, you looked back over your shoulder. His eyes were bright and intent on you—probably excited to see what reaction he’d get out of you, you figured. You were determined to give him nothing.
“Just look for the bright red exit signs,” he said in a fake nice voice. “If you need help, let me know and I’ll point you in the right direction—that is, of course, if you even make it to the first emergency exit.”
Fighting the instinct to show how much his words hurt you, you turned back forward. You bit the inside of your cheeks to stop yourself from showing any kind of reaction, even with Bucky unable to see your face. Still, Yelena saw something in your expression.
“Shut up, Bucky,” your best friend snapped, glaring at the man over her shoulder.
Your best friend’s anger lit a fire in your heart and you raised your chin in defiance. You would make it all the way through the haunted house, if only to spite Bucky Barnes and prove to both him and yourself that you could do it. With your newfound courage, you threw a glare at Bucky over your shoulder, but the way he was looking at you took you by surprise.
Bucky’s blue eyes were dark with interest as he took in the determined expression on your face. As you watched, the corner of his mouth curled up into a smirk. The look on his face had something hot and needy sinking deep into your core, but before you could analyze what it was—and rationalize away the way Bucky looked at you in that moment—the worker at the door ushered your group forward.
The man, dressed like a farm worker covered in blood, pulled the door open and Steve stepped in first. Squaring your shoulders, you put on your best brave face as you followed your friends—but you held onto Yelena’s arm so tight you wondered if she’d lose circulation in her hand. Fear clawed in your stomach, making your heart beat wildly in your chest, as you stepped over the threshold.
Once Bucky followed you through the door, the worker shut it and you were plunged into darkness. Even with the sun shining brightly just outside the door, the dark antechamber was completely pitch black. You bit your lip against a startled scream, surprised at the loss of light. You felt a hand at your lower back and stiffened before realizing it was Bucky. Based on the warmth radiating just behind your shoulder, you could tell he stood close and, despite how much of an asshole he could be, having him close helped to ease some of the fear and anxiety making your heart batter against your ribcage.
Ahead of you, Steve must’ve found the door to proceed through the haunted house because it cracked open, letting weak yellow light spill into the antechamber. A moment later, you were tugged along by Yelena and Bucky’s hand fell from your back. Immediately, you missed his solidness and warmth.
The Barton Family Farm’s haunted house had a themed story, something about serial killer farm workers who murder people for trespassing in their fields by luring them into the barn. The story seemed to be an excuse to decorate various areas of the barn as torture chambers, with severed limbs and fake blood decorating every surface. You kept your face mostly buried in Yelena’s shoulder, with only one eye peaking out as people dressed like deranged farm hands jumped out at you and your friends.
When you passed by the first emergency exit sign, the red neon making a blood-drenched scene of a man hacking up a body to feed to his pigs all the eerier, pride eclipsed the anxiety for a moment. But then you moved into the next portion of the haunted house and the fear returned in full force.
You and your friends were forced through a narrow corridor, the wooden walls pushing in on either side and making you feel claustrophobic. To make matters worse, hands reached through holes in the wall, grabbing at you and your friends’ clothes. Your heart pounded in your throat, as you felt cornered, like a mouse caught in a trap just waiting to die. Anxiously, you pushed against Yelena, trying to force your friends to go faster, but in your moment of distraction, a hand grabbed at your skirt, making you scream and push harder. In the back of your head, you knew you were being a little silly. It was a haunted house, but the danger and the fear felt real.
At the end of the tight corridor, you and your friends stumbled into a large room made to look like a normal barn, with stalls along the side. Nothing appeared immediately wrong with it, which made your anxiety spike harder. You backed up, bumping into Bucky. His chest felt solid behind you and for just a moment you reveled in it. Then Steve began leading you and your friends through the room and Yelena tugged you away from Bucky. Fear was making your heart beat wildly, your breath coming in short, desperate pulls as you prepared for another jump scare.
When your group reached the center of the room, five deranged farm hands appeared out of the woodwork, all carrying threatening looking farm instruments as they rushed you and your friends with loud battle cries. You, Yelena and Nat all screamed, and even Steve let out a startled shout, jumping apart when the men ran toward you, breaking up your linked arms like an awful game of red rover.
Your panic took over and you ran to the side, realizing too late you’d maneuvered yourself into one of the fake stalls. Actually cornered, your heart beat against your ribs like it was trying to escape. You turned to run, and were met by three of the men blocking the entrance of the stall. A panicked shriek fell from your mouth when they stepped toward you in unison, backing you up against the wall. Tears sprang to your eyes and started leaking down your cheeks as panic clawed at your throat, making you feel like you couldn’t breathe. Your breaths were short, sharp gasps for air, but you felt like you couldn’t get any into your lungs. Your gaze went fuzzy through your tears.
“Hey assholes!” a voice shouted over the taunting and the jeering of the men. Blinking away your tears, you saw Bucky barreling through the line of farm hands, shoving one into another to make room for him to get to you. “Can’t you see she’s had enough?” Bucky wrapped a protective arm around your shoulders and your arms immediately went around his waist, clinging to him as you wobbled on unsteady legs. Bucky started to lead you out of the stall, but the men tried to block your path. “Get out of my fucking way,” Bucky spat, shooting them a glare so scary they shrank back.
Bucky pulled you tighter against his body as he led you through the room. Your heart was still beating wildly in your chest, your breathing still short and panicked. You buried your face in Bucky’s chest, sobbing against his shirt as your whole body shook. You weren’t sure how you even stayed on your feet, but you couldn’t think past the fear and panic and certainty you were going to die.
After a few minutes, Bucky tugged you through a door and you felt cool, fresh air swirl around your shaky legs. The autumn breeze blew through your sweater and made you shiver harder. Your feet stumbled over grass as Bucky pulled you along, but you couldn’t think about where he was leading you. The only thing that registered was your fingers ached and only then did you realize you’d been gripping the lapels of Bucky’s jacket so hard the zipper dug into your palms, leaving marks.
Slowly, you became aware of chatter around you, the sounds of car doors opening and shutting, people talking and laughing. Still, your shoulders shook uncontrollably as anxiety pulsed through your veins and you clung harder to Bucky. He smelled safe, like woodsmoke and something earthy like vetiver. The sounds of the farm and haunted house grew more distant as Bucky kept walking.
Finally, you came to a stop and the sound of a truck door opening next to you pulled your attention away from the way your heart raced in your chest. Opening your eyes for the first time since the haunted house, you glanced around and found Bucky had brought you to his old red pickup truck. He’d parked in a corner of the lot that bordered a couple cornfields. There weren’t any people around, the other cars’ owners back at the farm having fun.
“Up you go, doll,” Bucky murmured, boosting you up onto the driver’s seat, facing him as he stood next to the truck cab. His brow was creased with concern as he frowned at you. It wasn’t until Bucky shrugged out of his leather jacket and settled it around your shoulders that you realized you were still trembling. You weren’t sure if it was the cold or your anxiety, but you pulled it tighter, relishing the warmth and his smell.
It wasn’t enough, though. Before you could think better of it, you fisted Bucky’s shirt in your hands and pulled him closer, shifting to the edge of the seat and spreading your legs so you could wrap yourself around him. You clung to him tightly as you cried quietly into his shirt.
Bucky tucked your head under his chin and looped his arms around you under his jacket, one hand running up and down your back soothingly. “You’re OK,” he murmured in a low voice that sent warmth curling through your limbs, chasing away the anxiety and adrenaline. “You’re safe, I’ve got you.”
After what seemed like a long time, but was probably only a few minutes, the panic and fear started to drain out of you. Unfortunately, it was replaced by embarrassment as the full extent of the situation hit you like a brick. You hated that Bucky had seen you at your worst—scared to the point of having a panic attack. All over a stupid haunted house.
You squeezed your eyes shut against the wave of humiliation as it washed over you. There was no way Bucky was ever going to let you live this down. And to make it worse, you were still clinging to him like a scared little baby, just like he accused you of being. That reminder was enough to make you desperate to rebuild the walls you’d erected to keep Bucky from seeing you as weak—or worse, as someone who wanted him and his comfort.
As covertly as you could, you wiped at your eyes with your fingers, trying to clear away the mess of makeup your tears had created. Once you’d fixed your face as much as you thought possible, you pulled back from Bucky, a mask of indifference on your face, though it was wobbly at best. Pulling his jacket from your shoulders, you shoved it against his chest, pushing him away so you could put some distance between your bodies.
“Well you must be thrilled,” you said in a prim, sarcastic tone. You kept your gaze fixed on his chin, unable to meet his eyes. He took the jacket from you and tossed it over the back of the truck’s bench seat.
“What?” he asked, sounding genuinely confused, though you couldn’t be sure without looking at him fully, which you refused to do. So you just jutted your chin out defensively, staring at the scruff on his jaw.
“I proved you right, Barnes,” you explained meanly. “I’m a little baby who got so scared in the haunted house I had to be escorted out through an emergency exit.” You crossed your arms over your chest and looked away through the windshield of the truck, blinking rapidly to keep your tears at bay. The sun had dropped lower in the sky, painting the cornfield in a golden hue.
“You think that’s what I really think about you?” Bucky demanded in an angry tone, but there was something else in your voice, something you couldn’t name. “Seriously?”
Your frustration grew to a boiling point, enough to give you the courage to finally look at him. His blue eyes were blazing with irritation and, if you weren’t mistaken, hurt. But you pushed that aside because there was no way Bucky could be hurt by your words, you were simply telling the truth. “You literally called me a baby!” you pointed out. “It was the first thing you said to me when you got here!”
Bucky rolled his eyes so hard his head tipped back in annoyance. “You really are going to be the death of me, I swear to fucking god,” he bit out around clenched teeth, his voice harsh.
You let out an indignant screech. “What did I do?” you shot back, meeting his ice blue eyes with your best glare. “Literally what did I ever do to you to make you treat me the way you do?”
Letting out a frustrated growl, Bucky shoved his hands into his short brown hair, tugging on the strands as he stepped back from the truck and turned away from you like he could barely stand to look at you. He only gave you a momentary reprieve, though, before he whirled back and jabbed an accusing finger in your direction. “You ignore me!” he accused in a restrained shout, clearly trying to keep his voice down despite his annoyance. “You won’t even look at me unless I’m being mean to you.”
“Are you kidding me!?” you shrieked indignantly, not even bothering to have the same restraint as Bucky. You didn’t care if you drew a crowd, not that it was likely with how far away his truck was parked from the main farm grounds. “You ignored me the first night I met you,” you seethed. “I asked you how you met Nat and you literally grunted and walked away from me!”
As soon as the words left your mouth, you pressed your lips closed to stop yourself from saying more. It already felt like you’d said too much, which was confirmed by the slack look on Bucky’s face. Horror washed over you as you realized you’d probably just basically told Bucky about your crush. You remembered the night you met, you remembered the exact conversation you’d tried to have with him. He’d have to know how you felt about him after giving away that detail.
In an effort to save face, you let yourself blurt out the first thing you could think to say. “So maybe I ignored you after that, but you deserved it!”
Bucky’s eyes blazed to life as he stepped up to the truck, crowding into your space, his hands resting on the top of the cab as he leaned into you. You wanted to shy away, afraid of your body’s reaction to him being so close—already, you felt a warm thrum in your core and your legs twitched like they wanted to spread for him—but you refused and instead held your ground.
“Fucking hell, that’s what this is about? I wasn’t ignoring you, doll,” Bucky said in a low, harsh voice. His blue eyes sparkled in the afternoon light, his stare so captivating you couldn’t look away. “I was fucking tongue-tied because I thought you were the prettiest girl I’d ever met.”
The admission hung heavy in the air between you and Bucky, the tension between you two crackling with energy. Your heart squeezed excitedly in your chest, happy to accept him at his word, but your brain was slower to trust. “What?” you asked in a tight voice as you tried to breathe through your shock and stop yourself from getting too excited.
“You are so fucking pretty you make my head spin,” Bucky said, his hand sliding against your jaw and cupping your chin delicately in his palm. “And if I have to be an asshole to get you to look at me, then I’ll be a fucking asshole,” he explained. His thumb grazed softly over your cheek, his blue eyes reading your expression like you were a language he wished to learn.
It was too much. You and Bucky had known each other for years, you’d been ignoring him at group outings and parties for years, he’d been sniping at you and provoking a reaction out of your for years. You simply couldn’t wrap your mind around the possibility he had feelings for you.
So you settled on a different explanation, one that seemed much more plausible. Righteous anger burned through the delicate hope in your heart, but it felt safer, more comfortable than the scary prospect of having to admit you liked Bucky.
Placing both hands on his chest, you shoved Bucky back and away from you. “Are you seriously messing with me right now?” you demanded accusatorially, already having decided he was. “You’re really such a fucking asshole, Barnes, to stoop this low.”
For a moment, Bucky looked too stunned to speak. He stared at you with a blank look for so long, doubt started to creep in, souring your stomach. But then a fire lit in Bucky’s blue eyes, burning through his icy gaze and threatening to take you down with him in the blaze. Before you could realize what he was doing, he closed the distance you’d created, his hands wrapping around the sides of your face, holding you still as his lips descended on yours.
Bucky brushed a soft kiss against your lips, just ghosting against your mouth before nipping your lower lip in a teasing bite. The sting made you gasp and he took advantage of your parted lips to seal his mouth over yours, swallowing down your moan at the feel of his rough stubble and gentle lips. He pressed closer, deepening the kiss until it felt like he was determined to devour you and was simply starting with your mouth.
Bucky’s kiss was heady and all-consuming, your brain blissfully free of doubt and questions and confusion. All you could feel were Bucky’s soft lips and expert tongue. Everything else fell away as you sank deeper into the kiss, letting yourself melt in his hands. Bucky kissed you like he was tempting you to surrender your soul to him and with the press of his lips, and the slide of his tongue, you were more than willing to risk it all.
When Bucky pulled away, it took you a moment to recover, your eyes blinking open dazedly, eyelashes fluttering. You found Bucky hovering close like he couldn’t bear to be too far away from you. His own blue gaze was hooded and a soft happy smile was on his full lips. Slowly, Bucky started to straighten as if wanting to give you space, but you fisted your hands in his shirt collar and tugged him back down, kissing him with the same fervor he’d shown you.
Bucky made a surprised sound that was muffled against your lips, but then he was sinking back into your kiss, his mouth letting you take control. You slid your hands up and into his soft brown hair, arms wrapping around his neck as you held him close, unable to stop yourself from trying to devour him as much as he had you.
As distracted as you were by the kiss, you felt Bucky’s hands smooth over your back through your sweater until he reached your ass. His big hands dug into the leather truck seat to grab you firmly and drag you to the edge. Your legs spread for him, wrapping around his waist as you pressed yourself flush against his broad body. Your core met a hard bulge in Bucky’s jeans, drawing a hiccuping gasp from you that made him grin against your lips.
“Believe me now, baby?” Bucky rasped and you didn’t have to see his face to know he was smirking, the mocking lilt of his voice gave away. But though you’d heard Bucky use a mocking tone plenty of times before, there was a warmth in it now, almost a purr. “D’you believe that I’ve wanted you for years?” He rolled his hips against you, pulling a moan from deep inside you at the feel of his jeans-covered length rubbing against your slit through your panties. “D’you feel how fucking hard you make me?” he asked, his voice taking on a sharp growl that shot straight to your clit, making heat surge through your body and flood your core.
“I believe you, Bucky,” you said, but deep in your mind you knew it wasn’t the truth—or, at least, the full truth. It’d take longer to really, fully believe him, but you wanted to and that was the first step. So you pushed your doubts and insecurities aside for the moment as he rocked his hips again, making you squirm on the edge of the truck seat, trying to rub against him like a cat in heat. Even through your clothes, he was so hot and hard against your damp, swollen center. It made you dizzy, how much you needed him.
“Good girl,” Bucky praised in a gruff voice, kissing your temple. His hands clutched your ass tighter, his fingertips digging into your soft flesh as he positioned you just right so he could dig his bulge deeper into your panty-covered slit, pushing between your folds to grind against your clit.
The praise from Bucky’s lips felt so good it made tears prick in your eyes. You never thought you’d hear him say anything so sweet to you, and you loved it so much you had to bite your lip to stop yourself from begging him to say it again. But that was too pathetic, even for you, so instead you wrapped your arms around Bucky’s neck and tipped your head back, moaning into the truck cab, the sound reverberating through the metal and leather. You humped against Bucky, matching his rhythm, the stimulation making you soak through your panties.
Bucky dug his hands out from under your ass, skating them up your sides and under your sweater, pushing it up until your tits were bared to the chilly autumn air. Your nipples instantly pebbled and Bucky groaned at the sight of them poking through your bra. He bent down, sucking one of your nipples into his mouth through the thin lace. When he bit down gently on the sensitive nub, you cried out and rocked harder against his cock. “That’s it, baby,” he mumbled against your chest, his lips grazing along your skin as he moved to the other nipple. “Grind your sweet little pussy on daddy’s bulge,” Bucky encouraged you in a voice as rough as the gravel under his boots.
Your inner walls clenched at what Bucky called himself and you rolled your head up to look at him through slitted eyes. He caught your gaze as he sucked your tit, letting it pop from his lips so he could grin shamelessly up at you. His blue eyes raked over your face, taking in your reaction to what he’d called himself.
You’d never called anyone you’d hooked up with daddy, but for some reason it felt right with Bucky. You wanted to test it out, see how it’d feel on your lips. Something told you it’d feel dirty in a delicious way. But you bit your lip, still shy around Bucky, still uncertain.
He seemed to read your thoughts on your face, biting your nipple gently and laving it one last time before he dragged his head up to press his forehead against yours, letting your sweater drop back down. He kissed you, slow and sweet, his tongue sliding against yours in a rhythm that matched his hips thrusting against your center. When he pulled back, he was breathing just as heavily as you. “Gotta get you nice and wet so you can take daddy’s cock, right baby?” he asked, his heated blue eyes meeting yours and holding you captive.
More wetness flooded your pussy at his dirty words, and at the way he made you feel safe in his arms. He’d saved you from the haunted house, he’d pined for you just as long as you had. He was proving you could count on him, making up for all those years of being an asshole, you just had to decide to trust him. It didn’t seem like it should be so easy, but you wanted to trust him. So you did.
“Yes, daddy,” you answered in a sweet, breathy voice. You’d been right, it did feel deliciously dirty to call Bucky daddy. The way your tongue and lips formed the word alone felt naughty, sending more heat curling through your already swollen and tingling pussy.
“Oh fuck,” Bucky groaned when you called him daddy, scrunching his eyes shut as his hips stilled. His bulge was pressed so tightly against your core, you swore you could feel him throb in his jeans. “You’re so fucking hot, you’re gonna make me come in my pants,” he accused, opening his eyes only wide enough to furrow his brow in a half-hearted glare.
You couldn’t help yourself, Bucky just looked so silly, trying and failing to glare at you while he tried not to come—you giggled. The sound was pure and sweet as it tumbled from your lips. A wide, happy grin spread across your face to match the delighted sound.
Bucky’s jaw went slack and his blue eyes rounded as he witnessed you at the happiest he’d ever seen you and, for the first time, it was because of him, not in spite of him. Before your giggle had died completely, Bucky was smothering you with kisses. He peppered them across your lips and your cheek and your nose and your eyelids—any bit of your face he could reach while you tried to bat him away. His treatment only made you giggle more and try to squirm away, but he banded his arms and held you to him.
“Bucky, stop!” you squealed, leaning back to try to escape. He pulled back, breathless as his eyes raked over your face, relaxing when he saw you were just out of breath from giggling. When you opened your eyes, you caught Bucky staring down at you, affection written plainly across his face, etched into the lines of his eyes and the curves of his mouth.
As you both simply sat there, staring at each other, you watched as doubt creeped into Bucky’s expression. “You want this, right?” he asked in a tender, rumbly voice, staring you directly in the eye as he watched for any sign of hesitation.
A soft smile curled the corners of your mouth. “Bucky,” you started, pausing to gather your courage. With tentative fingers, you brushed his brown hair back from his forehead, eyes focusing on your hand so you wouldn’t have to look at him while you confessed. “I’ve had a crush on you since that first night, I was just too scared to tell anyone—especially you.”
Bucky winced a little when he heard the truth. He knew he’d been an asshole to you for too long to deserve anything less, but he recovered quickly. He ducked down, kissing your sweetly, an apology on his lips. When he pulled away, he voiced the words he should’ve said a long time ago. “I’m sorry for being an idiot and ignoring you that first night,” he said, dropping a quick kiss on your lips when you tried to interrupt him. “And I’m so fucking sorry for being an asshole every day since then.” He sighed against your lips, like he couldn’t believe how lucky he was to get the chance to kiss you, which is why he did it again. “I swear on my fucking life, baby, I’ll never make you feel like anything less than the prettiest girl in the world ever again,” he promised against your lips, sealing it with another kiss.
You kissed him back, matching the vehemence in his words and his lips. When you finally pulled apart, you giggled softly. “Just please, no more haunted houses,” you begged jokingly. You smiled into his skin, dragging your mouth along the scruff of his jaw, feeling it rasp against your swollen lips. You felt the side of Bucky’s mouth curl into a smile, enticing you back to his lips.
“No more haunted houses,” he promised, pressing a kiss to your lips. Bucky’s hands digging under your thighs was your only warning before he used his grip to haul you further into the truck cab, your ass sliding across the bench seat. “But I am going to fuck you in the parking lot of this haunted house,” he said, a mischievous grin on his face as he climbed up into the truck after you. He pulled the door shut behind him to keep out the autumn chill and the distant sounds of the crowded farm.
“Bucky!” you shrieked as he covered your body with his, pressing you into the worn leather seat of his truck. His smell surrounded you, not just because he pressed close to you but because it was embedded in ever fiber of the truck. It felt like you were being cocooned in Bucky and you didn’t want to leave, but you still felt obligated to protest. “Our friends will be looking for us,” you pointed out, but you sounded half-hearted even to your own ears, especially as you parted your thighs for Bucky to slip between.
He ducked his head, kissing up your neck as his hips settled into the cradle of your thighs. Of their own volition, your knees climbed his sides, shifting until the hard bulge in his jeans pressed directly to your aching core. He chuckled when you let out a breathy moan despite your protest.
“Baby, I’ve wanted you for years,” he murmured in between kisses, tilting your head to the side so he could suck on the skin beneath your ear, drawing another moan from your lips. “Fuck our friends, I can’t wait—I need to be inside you, baby, please,” he mumbled, dragging his lips across your throat so you could feel his need spoken into your skin. It sunk down deep inside you, to your bones, your marrow, convincing you of his desire with every breath.
In response, you rocked your hips up, grinding your heat against his bulge. A broken groan stuttered from Bucky’s lips, making you smile. Your need for him was equally insatiable and you gave up any pretense of protesting when he begged you. “I’m all yours, Bucky, take me,” you whispered, dragging his face to yours and slanting your lips against his in a heated kiss. “Fuck me, daddy, please, I need you,” you begged in a desperate voice.
Bucky groaned low in his throat at the sound of you begging. “Such a desperate little slut for daddy, huh baby?” he asked in a sweetly patronizing tone, so much like the way he used to speak to you but so, so different. And when you looked up at him, his face was filled with affection.
Skimming his hand up your thigh, Bucky reached under your skirt, pushing it up so it bunched around your waist. His fingers hooked in your panties, and he pulled them down as you lifted up. He sat up enough to maneuver you in the small space to free one ankle, letting your panties dangle from the other as he undid his jeans and pulled his dick out.
Your eyes were glued to the thick cock Bucky pumped in his hand. He was girthy, with veins decorating the side and leading up to his broad mushroom tip. Drool pooled in your mouth at the sight of him, straining for you, precum dripping from the head. Your pussy clenched hard, greedy for Bucky’s cock as you reached for him.
Bucky grinned at the hungry look on your face, pushing you gently back down on the bench seat and pushing your sweater up so he could see your tits. He groped at your soft flesh, tugging on your nipples until your eyes were fluttering closed and moans were falling out of your mouth. Bucky bent over your body, planting a hand on the door above your head so he could hover over you. “Condom?” he asked.
You caught his blue gaze and held it as you shook your head. “No,” you answered firmly. “Want you bare.”
Squeezing his eyes shut, Bucky froze for a moment, going so still you could’ve sworn he stopped breathing. “You’re on birth control? You’ve been tested?” he asked in a tight voice like he was forcing the questions out.
You giggled softly, the sound more seductive than cute and you wondered for a brief second where it came from. But then you took stock of Bucky poised above you, his cock so hard in his hand it had turned an angry red color as it leaked from the tip while his eyes and lips were pinched tightly closed. You gave it a long moment before you put him out of his misery—call it a little bit of payback. “I have an IUD, I’ve been tested since my last partner, I’m all good.”
Bucky’s eyes were still pressed shut, but he let out a long breath. “I’ve been tested too—I’m good,” he forced out. When his eyes finally opened, his blue eyes blazed, the intensity of his gaze burning into you, threatening to consume you alive—and you’d happily let it. “Gonna take my cock raw, baby?” His voice was a rasp like the metal grate containing a fire. With his grip on his cock, he slapped the thick head on your clit before rubbing his length between your folds, coating himself with your desire.
You let out a gasp at the feeling of him torturing your pussy. “Yes, daddy,” you answered breathlessly.
“Good thing you’re on birth control, because I’m not fucking pulling out,” he bit out in a harsh tone that sent shivers skating down to your core. His gaze flicked to yours, checking in, and you nodded to let him know you were good with what he was saying and doing. A grin spread across his face as he returned his attention to his cock teasing your pussy. “I’m gonna fill up your tight little cunt with my come,” he promised, nudging your hole with the wide tip of his dick.
“Please, daddy,” you begged, reaching your limit with his teasing. Your hips raised in the air to try to take him into your pussy, but Bucky backed off, sitting back on his haunches. When you reached for him, he moved his hand from the door and threaded his fingers through yours. Placing a kiss to each of your fingers, he stared down at you like he couldn’t get enough of the sight of you spread out beneath him.
“I love it when you beg, baby,” he said finally. “Makes me wanna give you the world.” An impish grin pulled up the corners of Bucky’s mouth. “But you’ll have to settle for my cock—for now,” he teased, leaning down over you again, pressing your clasped hands against the seat next to your head. With his other hand, he lined his cock up at your entrance and he breathed hard as he teased you just a little bit more. “So wet for me, baby, such a good girl for daddy,” he murmured praises just before he pushed inside.
Bucky let out a long, deep groan as his cock sunk deep into your pussy, feeling your wet heat clutch at his hardness. The stretch of his thick girth stole the breath from your lungs as he slid in to the hilt in one steady thrust. He paused there, giving you both time to adjust. “Fuck,” he choked out the whispered curse, pressing his forehead to yours. “Fuck, baby, your pussy feels so fucking good gripping my cock.”
You tilted your head up for a kiss, pressing your lips to his as you pulled him closer with your legs, rocking up against him. “More, daddy, please—need you, need more,” you begged against his mouth, your breaths mingling until you didn’t know where you ended and he began. You didn’t know how you could ever get enough of this man. In such a short time, he’d made you feel safe and loved and you felt like you were cracking apart, opening yourself up to him. His sweet words and gentle touches had awoken a ravenous hunger in your heart and you wanted him closer, you wanted to consume him and be consumed in return.
Giving you what you asked for, Bucky pulled his hips back, dragging his cock along every sensitive inch of your cunt, before slamming back inside. His breathing was harsh in your ear as he let out stuttering moans, almost drowning out the sounds of his hips smacking against yours, his balls hitting your ass. “So good, so good, baby, so fucking good for daddy,” he chanted against your check, his breath hot on your face.
And yet, it still wasn’t enough for you. Your face pressed into Bucky’s neck, lips sucking on his skin until you knew you were going to leave marks, too far gone to care as your tongue darted out to taste him and soothe him. “Daddy—daddy, need you, more, please,” you begged, knowing you weren’t making any sense. Your legs locked around his waist, booted feet hooking behind his thighs so you could draw him deeper until he was fully seated in your cunt and he couldn’t pull out more than an inch.
“Fuck, baby, fuck,” Bucky groaned, his sweaty forehead dropping to your shoulder. “Is this what you needed, sweet girl?” he asked, his free hand wrapping around the back of your neck and wrenching you away from where you were sucking hickies into his throat so he could look in your eyes. “Need to be pinned down with daddy’s cock buried balls-deep in your cunt?” He settled his weight almost entirely on top of you, watching as your eyes went hooded with delight, a dazed smile curling your lips. “D’you need daddy to mark you up, baby?” he asked, ducking down and nudging the collar of your sweater to the side so he could suck your skin between his teeth until you were both sure he’d leave a mark. “D’you need daddy to take you, hard and rough and filthy?” he demanded a moment before he sank his teeth into a spot toward the back of your neck right on the edge of your hairline.
A sharp cry fell from your lips as Bucky bit you, but it dissolved into a moan when he pulled back and licked the spot. Words escaped you, your lips forgetting how to do anything but kiss and moan and whimper and whine for Bucky. Your head felt hazy, like you were buzzed, but all you were drunk on was Bucky’s cock and the dirty words pouring from his mouth.
“Fuck, jesus fuck, that’s it, take it baby, take it,” he groaned into your ear, rolling his hips against yours in tight movements, grinding into your cunt and clit until you were a panting, needy mess beneath him. “Love seeing you fucked out and cock drunk for me, baby,” he huffed as his chest heaved with his heavy breaths. “Such a perfect little slut for daddy, aren’t you baby?”
All you could do was whimper and nod, trying to keep your eyes open so you could look into Bucky’s blue gaze as he leaned up and looked down at you. He watched as pleasure contorted your face, delighting in the way your jaw dropped open when he hit a particular spot deep inside you.
“Good girl, good girl,” he mumbled, brushing his fingers over your sweaty forehead and dropping down to kiss your lips. He nuzzled his scruff against your cheek like he couldn’t get close enough to you.
You understood the feeling. Your fingers gripped Bucky’s hand still laced in yours, the other threading into his soft brown hair while your heels dug into his strong thighs, keeping him locked against your body. If you thought you could endure letting him go, even only for a moment, you would’ve begged him to rip your clothes off so you could feel his skin against yours. But you couldn’t even fathom untangling your bodies in that moment.
“My perfect girl, you feel so good,” Bucky murmured, trailing his lips to yours and kissing you deeply, thoroughly, possessively. “Need you to come for me, baby, need you to come on my cock,” he muttered, picking up the pace of his slow grinding until he was rutting into you as much as your legs would let him. “Fuck, I can’t stop, baby, ‘m gonna come.” He grunted and groaned, the sounds of his pleasure and his words filling the truck cab. “Come on daddy’s cock, baby, come for daddy,” Bucky rasped as he pounded his cock deep in your hole, grinding his pubic bone against your clit with every thrust, sending you careening toward the edge. “That’s it, that’s it, be my good girl, baby, please,” he begged.
The desperation in Bucky’s voice and the way his cock pummeled a spot deep in your pussy that had your back arching into him, grinding your clit on him, pushed you over the edge. You clutched his fingers in yours, nails digging into the back of his hand, desperate to be anchored to him as it felt like you were free-falling through pleasure. Pressing your face into the soft cotton covering Bucky’s shoulder, you muffled a scream into his shirt, sobbing your release as your cunt rhythmically clamped down hard on his cock.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck, that’s it baby, that’s a good girl,” Bucky praised, rutting into you harder, fucking you through your orgasm as he chased his own. “You’re squeezing me so tight, baby, gonna make daddy come,” he mumbled, his free hand digging between your body and the leather seat to grip your ass.
His fingers dug into your soft flesh so hard you were sure he’d leave bruises and that thought only sent more warmth curling through you, joining the aftershocks of your orgasm. “Please, daddy,” you begged, your mouth finally remembering how to form words. “Fill me up with your come—need it, need you,” you whined, squirming beneath him.
“Fuck—fuck,” he grunted, thrusting hard and pinning you down to the seat with his hips. “Take it, baby, take my come,” he bit out through gritted teeth as you felt him start to come deep in your pussy. You moaned when you felt his cock twitch inside you, his come filling your warm hole. “Good girl,” he panted, as he thrust a few more times, shallowly, until he was spent. Bucky collapsed on top of you while you reveled in the feel of his come coating inside you. “So good for daddy, baby,” he praised, turning his head enough to kiss your cheek.
Your arms and legs felt heavy and loose as your full body relaxed, drifting in the aftermath of a mind-blowing orgasm, feeling sated and happy. Running your fingers through Bucky’s hair, the short strands soft against your skin, you hummed in happiness. Unable to stop yourself, you planted little kisses on his neck. He made a contented sound in his chest in response, his thumb sweeping over the back of your hand.
After a few minutes of recovering, Bucky sat up and brought your hand to his mouth, kissing it while he stared down at you, love and affection burning bright in his blue eyes. “What’re the chances I can convince you to let me take you home now so we can do that again?” he asked, a playful smile curling his lips.
You bit your lip to stop yourself from immediately agreeing. You wanted to spend time with Bucky and get to know him in ways you’d only previously dreamed—not just with more sex, but being able to talk to him without the weight of both your anger and hurt hanging around your necks. But the last you saw your friends, you and Bucky were bailing on the haunted house, and you knew you should check in with them. Plus, you’d been looking forward to all the other autumnal fun Barton’s Family Farm offered and you’d be damned if you left after just the haunted house.
“But I want apple cider and donuts,” you said, pouting up at Bucky, widening your eyes to exaggerate your puppy dog look.
Bucky immediately caved, unable to resist giving you whatever you wanted, especially since it was easily within his power. “I’ll buy you all the apple cider and donuts you want, baby” he promised, ducking down to give you a sweet kiss. When he pulled back, though, he had a greedy look in his eye. “But then you’re coming home with me, yeah?”
A grin bloomed across your face. “Yeah,” you agreed easily and Bucky gave you an answering smile, like it was a natural reaction to seeing you happy.
As Bucky righted himself, stuffing his cock back into his jeans and zipping them back up, it occurred to you that you’d never seen him so relaxed, and you didn’t think it had to do with the sex you’d just had. When he looked up, he caught you staring at him.
“What?” he asked, a little uncertainly. His fingers reached up to smooth over the burgeoning marks on his neck. “Are the hickies too noticeable.”
Shaking your head, you sat up and looped your arms around his neck. “No—well, yes, but that’s not what I was looking at,” you said. At his raised eyebrow, you went on. “You’re so handsome,” you said in a fake dreamy voice, a little bit of teasing in your words. Bucky rolled his eyes but didn’t try to pull away, just smiled down at you fondly, brushing the backs of his fingers over your cheek. He waited you out long enough that what you really wanted to say finally rolled off your tongue. “You’re happy, right?” Bucky’s brow furrowed in confusion but before he could answer, you continued. “Because I’m happy—this might be the happiest I’ve been in a long time and if you’re going to take me back to our friends and pretend like nothing happened, I need to know now.
A troubled expression was on Bucky’s face by the time you stopped talking. “Hey, no,” he said, when you finished. “I’m happy—I told you I’ve wanted this for years,” he reminded you, ducking his head down so he could look at you face to face. “I’m not gonna be that asshole again to you, ever,” he promised, his eyes searching yours like he could root out all the insecurity and squash it. “If I need to spend the next couple months or years proving that to you, I will, OK?”
Stupid tears welled up in your eyes but you blinked them back and gave Bucky a watery smile, your heart feeling like it could burst you were so happy. Bucky leaned in and kissed the apples of your cheeks, first one then the other, before dipping down to kiss your lips. By the time he was done, your eyes were dry. “Ready to get back out there?” he asked and you nodded.
With gentle hands, Bucky used some napkins from the glovebox to clean you up as well as he could, then helped you fix your clothes. He took you by the hand and led you out of the truck. When you hopped out, you shivered in the autumnal chill, immediately wrapping your arms around yourself to ward off the cold. Bucky noticed and reached back into his truck to grab his leather jacket, helping you into it before kissing you once more. You smiled against his lips, grabbed his hand and tugged him back toward the farm.
It didn’t take long to find your friends—they were standing near the hot apple cider stand, holding paper cups of the steaming beverage and sharing from a cardboard dish of cider donuts. Yelena was the first to notice you and Bucky walking toward the group, your hands linked and you wearing his jacket. She turned to her older sister, pointing a finger in Natasha’s face as she screeched, “I told you! I told you it would work!” Cinnamon sugar spewed from the blonde’s mouth as she yelled and she didn’t even bother to wipe it off her chin before turning to Steve, who had his hand up for a high five, slapping her palm against his.
The corners of your mouth pulled down into a confused frown. “What’re you talking about Lena?”
But Yelena was too busy executing an elaborate victory dance to respond, so Steve chimed in with an explanation. “Yelena has been determined to make you guys admit you have feelings for each other—”
“That you love each other,” Yelena butted in, finally done with her dance. She passed one of the paper cups she’d been holding over to you and you wrapped both your hands around it, basking in the warmth while Bucky slid behind you, looping his arms loosely around your waist. Yelena’s sharp green eyes watched it all.
“Yeah,” Steve muttered shaking his head at his friend’s little sister. “Anyway, she had a plan that we go through the haunted house and you’d get scared and Bucky would swoop in and protect you,” Steve finished. “Nat didn’t think it would work,” he added almost as an afterthought.
“You’re both too fucking stubborn,” the redhead said, shrugging unapologetically, but her eyes and smile were warm as she too didn’t miss the way Bucky touched you so easily. Your face heated, realizing both your friends had probably already surmised you’d slept with Bucky.
“So let me get this straight,” Bucky started slowly, his eyes fixed on his best friend, completely unaware of the knowing looks Yelena and Natasha were giving the two of you. “You deliberately tortured my girl just to prove a point?”
Yelena squealed and looked at you with wide, excited eyes when Bucky called you his girl, almost drowning out the rest of his sentence. You couldn’t help the goofy grin plastered to your face in response, nor did you want to. Yelena raised her eyebrows in silent demand for more information, and you even caught Nat giving you the same look. You shot them both a look that said you’d tell them later.
The boys were completely oblivious of your exchange with your friends. “Well she wasn’t technically your girl yet—even if you’ve had a thing for her for a couple years,” Steve pointed out, his face twisting up like he was fighting to keep the guilt out of his expression.
You felt Bucky tense behind you and craned your neck to look up at him, taking a sip of your drink. He’d tilted his head to the side and narrowed his gaze at Steve, anger simmering in his blue eyes. Even though he was facing off with his own friend, his gaze held more ire than you’d ever seen directed at you. If you thought about it, Bucky had usually had a kind of pained look on his face when he’d said those mean things to you. Sadness swept over you at the thought of all the time you’d wasted being jerks to each other. Unable to hold yourself back, you snuggled into him.
Your movement caught Bucky’s attention and he finally looked away from Steve, his face shifting before your eyes from a glare to an expression filled with affection. He pressed a kiss to your forehead and turned back to your friends with a much more relaxed look. Reaching out, he plucked a cider donut from the cardboard dish, holding it in front of you until you took it.
You took a big bite of the sweet pastry and groaned in happiness. Against your ass, you felt Bucky’s cock twitch in his pants and you had to hide your smile behind another bite of donut.
“Semantics,” Bucky said in response to Steve’s comment, a smile on his lips as he watched you eat your donut happily. “Anyway, thanks to you all, I made a promise to my girl and I plan to keep it.”
“What promise?” Yelena asked, curiosity lighting her green eyes as her gaze bounced back and forth between you and Bucky. Your best friend was practically gleeful, but you knew it wasn’t just because she had been right and her plan had worked, you could see in her face that she was happy for you. As you sipped the hot apple cider she’d bought you, you realized you’d already forgiven her for the deception.
“Well actually it was two promises,” Bucky amended. You looked up at him in confusion. “I promised her all the apple cider and no more haunted houses.” Bucky leaned down, your lips bumping clumsily against each other as you both struggled to stop smiling long enough to kiss. But then Bucky’s tongue licked some of the cinnamon sugar from your lips and you had to choke back a moan as he kissed you possessively right there in front of your friends.
“Get a room,” Natasha jeered at the same time Yelena whooped and Steve clapped obnoxiously. You laughed against Bucky’s lips, pulling apart, warmth burning in your cheeks.
That wasn’t the last time your friends teased you and Bucky that night, but you were both too happy to care too much. Bucky couldn’t keep his hands off you. Whether he was wrapping an arm around your shoulders, linking his fingers with yours, or squeezing your butt as discretely as possible, he was always touching you. He kept it up through all the fall activities—the corn maze, the pumpkin patch, and another round of apple cider and donuts.
And then at the end of the night, Bucky took you home and showed you again and again how happy you made him. Over the following days and months and years, he proved to that you could trust him to never be mean to get your attention again—and you showed him you’d never ignore him or your feelings for him. Bucky showered you with love and affection until the memories of you ignoring him and him being an asshole to get your attention were replaced entirely with happy ones.
He also kept his promises, taking you back to Barton’s Family Farm every year for all the apple cider and donuts you could eat—but always skipping the haunted house—kissing the sugar and cinnamon from your lips until you let him take you home.
So this is gonna sound really random but can you write a smut with Bucky x female reader where she's giving him head under a desk or a table or smth and one avenger (steve or sam or someone else) walks in on them and are oblivious to what's happening so Bucky gets really flustered trying to act normal and after they leave, Bucky gets his revenge with the reader 😈 Love your fics btw :3 Sorry if this is too long lol
First of all, thank you so much for this I am OBSESSED, poor Steve though! 💕 I imagined this as Beefy!Bucky bc honestly he’s my favourite and that red shirt makes me wanna sin 😩 Absolutely loved writing this, I hope you like it!
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Word count: 5.1k
Warnings: Smut, unprotected sex (wrap it), edging, multiple orgasms, oral (m and f receiving), size kink, fingering, implied voyeurism, Bucky is the king of pet names, degradation, praise kink, forced orgasms, orgasm denial, literally just complete filth with a lil nod to some aftercare at the end
Summary: You tease Bucky during a briefing so you suck his dick in the conference room to make up for it. Steve walks in and you just continue under the table. When he leaves, Bucky teaches you that there is such a thing as too much pleasure.
Minors, do not interact
“You’re such a damn tease, do you know that?” Bucky hissed, his lips devouring yours like a man possessed. Despite how wound up you had got him you could still feel the corners of his mouth pulled tight into a little smile.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” You laughed, feigning innocence as his hungry lips moved to your neck, placing sloppy, open mouthed kisses to your delicate skin.
“You know. Exactly. What you did.” His voice was barely a whisper against your skin, punctuating every few words with another needy kiss. Without you even realising it, he had managed to back you up against the huge conference table, one strong arm on either side of your body, fencing you in. Your little chuckle at how needy Bucky had become quickly turned into a gasp as his teeth grazed your neck gently. It was true though, you had known exactly what you were doing during your last mission briefing in this same room, only minutes before.
While Fury had been briefing you, Steve and Bucky about your next mission, you had been teasing Bucky under the table. It had started innocently enough, with your hand just resting on his knee but it didn’t take long for your hand to wonder, tracing little shapes on his thigh with your fingertips. He had hardly noticed it at first, too focused on what Fury was saying but he started to get distracted when your hands began tracing higher, fingers digging in to the firm muscle of his thighs over his jeans. He had shot you a confused look but you refused to look at him, running your fingers over the rapidly tightening denim on his crotch instead. Bucky had just sat back in his chair and smirked, knowing that Fury was wrapping up and that he would be able to get you back soon enough. Unfortunately for him, right before Fury dismissed you all, Maria Hill burst through the door with some new information, meaning you had to hang about for an extra half hour while she and Fury discussed how best to proceed. Your torment on Bucky became relentless with everyone else distracted. You had been able to get him completely hard, squeezing his thick cock through his jeans, leaving him doing his very best to stifle the little moans that threatened to spill from his lips. The real torture came when you leaned forward, knowing that Fury, Maria and Steve were all deep in conversation, pressing your lips to Bucky’s ear.
“Gonna suck you so good when we get out of here. I’m dying to have that huge dick down my throat.” You had breathed so only Bucky could hear while still massaging him through his jeans. After what felt like a life time for poor Bucky, your mission plan was updated and everyone else filed out, leaving you in the conference room with an exceptionally wound up boyfriend. That was how you had ended up in the position you were in now, with Bucky desperate and needy.
“You that much of a slut for my cock you couldn’t even wait until the meeting was over? You gonna put that filthy mouth to good use or what?” Bucky asked with a confident smirk that could’ve made your knees weak.
“Of course Sargent.” Came your little giggle, making him huff out a moan in response, loving how his title fell from your lips. You sank to your knees in front of him, looking up at him through your thick lashes as you quickly unbuttoned his jeans, unzipping his fly and pulling the fabric down his legs. His boxers were tented deliciously, his erection so close to your face it made your mouth water. He couldn’t help but cup your face lovingly with both his huge hands, drawing your attention to the damp spot in the front of the material where his precum had soaked through. Tentatively, you reached up, pulling the boxers down to join his jeans, noting how his cock sprung free. Bucky didn’t miss how you licked your lips at the sight in front of you, loving how obsessed you were with his size. Everything about him was essentially perfect to you but you couldn’t deny he had to most amazing cock you had ever seen. He was long and so damn thick, perfect blue veins popping along his length, precum making his swollen tip slick.
“You gonna unbutton that blouse for me a bit doll, wanna see what you’ve got on underneath.” He coaxed, metal thumb stroking lovingly along your cheekbones. You nodded and worked at your buttons quickly, undoing the top three, pulling the loose material away to expose the black lace bra you had chosen that morning. Bucky hummed appreciatively, your hands trailing up his huge bare thighs before grasping his stiff cock, pumping it a couple of times, making the super solider’s breath hitch in his throat. You had hardly even touched him yet and he still looked absolutely wrecked, his lips were so plump and slick from their assault on your neck and his eyes so dark with need.
“May I taste you Sargent?” You asked quietly, voice barely above an innocent whisper, eyes trained on the bead of precum gathering at his tip as you stroked him.
“Yes baby doll, you may.” He smirked, trying to stay composed as your lips wrapped around his tip, tongue sliding over the slick head of his cock, the salty taste of his precum filling your mouth. He couldn’t help the little strangled moan that you tore from his throat as your tongue flicked sinfully against him.
“Feels so good baby doll.” He managed to groan out, head thrown back in pleasure. “Sweet little mouth feels like Heaven. God, can’t wait to be buried in the back of that throat. Gotta work you up to that though angel, can’t let you take too much at once.” The filth he spewed while you sucked him always had you clenching your legs together to stifle your own need. While Bucky was always vocal in bed, he was most talkative when you were giving him a blowjob, needing to make sure you knew how good you were making him feel. “Pretty mouth is so hot and wet for me angel, nearly feels as good as that little pussy of yours, sucking me so good princess, doing so well for me.” He praised, making you push your head down to take more of him down your throat. You loved seeing him like this, his huge body completely at your mercy. You knew he’d do anything you asked when he was like this so long as you promised to keep working him with your tongue. Looking up at him, you pulled in a deep breath through your nose before taking as much of his length in your mouth as you could. A strangled cry left his parted lips, flesh fingers twisting in your hair, doing his absolute best not to thrust against your mouth until you were ready. You pulled back, swirling your tongue around the tip so you could catch a breath before sinking back down once more.
“Shit toots, you feel amazing, you know that? It’s like that mouth of yours was made to suck my cock. Can hardly fuckin’ think straight angel. You see what you do to me? Got me so worked up.” He encouraged, your hand pumping the rest of his length that couldn’t fit in your mouth. As you pulled back up, a thin trail of saliva connected his dark tip to your lips, drawing another moan from him. “Look so beautiful like this baby, such a pretty little thing on your knees for me. My slut just can’t help herself, can she? Bet you spent that whole briefing soaking through your panties just thinking about my cock.” Somehow the little degradations he threw at you in the middle of the praise made you even wetter than you were before.
“Love your cock Sargent Barnes, need it so bad. Need to taste you, wanna feel you cum down my throat.” You gasped out before sinking back down on him, pumping your hand in time with your mouth.
“Is that right doll face?” He beamed, sounding like he was barely holding it together. You hummed out a little moan in response and he gave you a filthy smirk, gripping the back of your neck to press you down gently on his cock. “Ah ah ah toots, don’t talk with your mouth full. You know I taught you better than that. Look so pretty with a mouth full of cock, such a good girl, taking me so well sweetheart.” His little praises only encouraged you to suck harder, working him for all you were worth.
“Shit doll, so close, jus’ like that princess.” He mumbled after a few minutes but before you could help him finish, you heard the distinct sound of heavy footsteps approaching the door. Bucky rushed to pull his jeans up, sitting down in a chair while you hid under the conference table. Neither of you would’ve had time to dress yourselves back up, your blouse was still hanging open, as were his jeans but with you tucked under the table, no one would ever see the disheveled state you were both in. Bucky ran a hand through his long hair as the door opened, pulling in a shaky breath to steady himself.
“There you are Buck, I was looking for you. Wanted to run through the extraction plan with you one more time.” You heard Steve’s voice boom from the door, praying Bucky would be able to convince him to leave. Your heart pounded in your chest thinking about how Bucky didn’t have many good options for excuses right now. He couldn’t say anything that would make Steve suspicious, or make him come close enough to notice his undone jeans.
“Now isn’t really the best time Steve, maybe later?” Bucky suggested, praying the dark flush of his cheeks wasn’t as obvious as it felt.
“Don’t worry, it’ll only take a minute.” Steve promised, closing the door behind him and taking a seat at the other side of the huge table. Steve started to discuss everything Fury had run through with the three of you, making sure he had all the details right. Bucky was practically twitching in his seat, the sharp edge of the orgasm he had been so close to was beginning to fade. Steve just kept talking, barely even taking a pause to breathe, with Bucky giving very little input, keeping his hands clasped tightly in front of his open trousers. You knew you absolutely shouldn’t make this any worse for him but God, the thought of getting caught by Steve was actually quite exciting. Without taking the time to talk yourself out of it, you reached up and swatted Bucky’s hands from the front of his jeans, carefully untucking his hard cock. Inching forward on your knees, you settled between his spread legs, ignoring the warning look he was giving you. After a few gentle kitten licks to his tip, you forced his whole length as deep down your throat as you could manage, drawing a little hiss from the massive super soldier.
“You okay Buck?” Steve questioned thoughtfully, looking up from the file in front of him. You didn’t need to see him to know he probably had an eyebrow raised in concern.
“Yeah, ‘m fine.” Bucky choked out, trying to gather his thoughts enough to ask Steve a question about the mission, hoping it would draw his attention away your actions under the table. Your mouth was absolutely relentless on Bucky, licking, sucking, teasing, bobbing your head as quickly as you could without letting out too much noise. You knew under any other circumstances, the way you were working him would have had him cursing, head thrown back in pleasure as he practically fucked your face. Now though, he was completely at your mercy, trying to desperately stifle his filthy moans.
“Ah, sh-shit.” The huge dark haired soldier gasped softly, bucking his hips against your mouth, forcing your head down hard on his cock. You took everything he gave you, staying silent under the table.
“You sure you’re okay Bucky?” Steve questioned, sounding more worried than he had been the first time he had been forced to stop running through the mission plan. Bucky was practically lost in the back of your throat but he somehow managed to give a nod convincing enough to make Steve drop it. “But yeah, like I said, we really should consider moving in from the East, it would give us more cover and…” Steve continued, driving Bucky almost to distraction. He was right on the edge again, ready to cum any second and you were determined to make him, knowing he’d absolutely destroy you for it as soon as Steve left.
You gave it everything you had, bobbing your head in time with your hand as quickly as you could, Bucky knew what you were trying to do and did his absolute best to think of anything other than how good your hot little mouth felt but after he hit the back of your throat and felt you gag around him, your throat closing around his cock, squeezing him just right, he started cumming, with no end in sight. His orgasm was so intense after being practically edged earlier, feeling the shocks right to the very tips of his flesh fingers. Both hands were tangled in your hair, holding your head against him as he filled your mouth with rope after rope of hot cum, his huge body shuddering, hips grinding ever so slightly as he fucked himself through his orgasm. You swallowed everything he gave you except for one little dribble that had managed to escape your mouth. After pulling off his cock with a gentle pop, you took your thumb and collected the little drop of cum gathered at the side of your lips, sucking it into your mouth. The way he looked down at you, you knew you were going to be absolutely ruined by the end of the night, there was no doubt about that. His huge dick hadn’t even softened at all but you were used to that, it was one of the many perks of dating a super soldier. You tucked his still hard dick back into his jeans and buttoned him up, neither of you even noticing Steve hadn’t said anything in a good few minutes until Bucky looked up and saw him watching his friend expectantly.
“Think I’m having some tummy trouble Steve, not feeling great.” Bucky sounded so sincere, you had almost believed him. You smiled to yourself, noticing how easily he was able to come up with an excuse when your mouth wasn’t taking him to heaven and back.
“Oh okay, no worries, we can pick it back up later if you’re feeling better.” Steve nodded, gathering the papers together and tucking them back into the file.
“Thanks man, I’ll text you.” Bucky agreed and Steve nodded, turning to leave, closing the door behind him. Bucky hardly even waited to hear the soft thud of Steve’s footsteps before pulling you by your still open blouse from under the desk, pushing you back so you were sitting on top of it. “What the fuck was that?” He hissed, his mouth, biting roughly at your collarbones before you even knew what was going on. “You just couldn’t wait, could you? Dumb little slut couldn’t go without my cock for ten fucking minutes. Just had to make me cum then and there? And you swallowed it all too? Greedy little cumwhore.” His words went straight to your cunt, already throbbing, practically dripping with need. “You’re not even gonna believe how many times I’m gonna make you cum, toots. You’re gonna be begging me to stop. You wanna be bad like that, I’ll make you regret it.” Without thinking, he pulled both sides of your blouse apart, sending buttons flying everywhere. His lips were all over you after that, both hands cupping your breasts through the pretty lace bra, mouth sucking dark hickeys over your skin.
After what felt like a lifetime, both his hands met at your back, unclasping your bra and pulling it off you to lie discarded on the floor with your blouse, hands then moving to unbutton your trousers, sliding them down your legs. “Gonna teach you a lesson doll.” His breath was hot against your neck, metal fingers trailing teasingly over your black lace panties. “Gotta teach you too much pleasure isn’t a good thing.” You gasped quietly, rutting against his fingers, loving how they nudged your clit just right. After being neglected for so long, even the slightest little touches felt amazing. “See? You’re still trying to fuck yourself against my hand. Just can’t get enough can you? Stupid little slut, just you wait. Gonna have you screaming. Right here on this table. Don’t care who sees. Cause you didn’t care either, did you doll? Didn’t care that Steve could’ve caught us? Just so long as you got a big load of cum shot down your throat.” Bucky only got filthier, encouraged by your needy whines and how your fingers were grasping his red top that you loved so much, drawing attention to the fact you were practically naked in front of him while he was still fully clothed. The realisation sent a shiver down your spine, making Bucky chuckle lowly in your ear.
“Please Bucky, I’m sorry.” You whimpered, feeling like you had been teased enough.
“For what toots?” He asked softly, holding your chin in his flesh hand while you rutted against his metal one.
“For being a little cumslut. I’m s-sorry I just… Needed to make you feel good.” You admitted, hoping he would take pity on you.
“Oh baby doll, it’s okay, I’m not mad at you. That perfect mouth did such a great job. But I still gotta teach you your lesson. You can’t pull shit like that and expect to not get punished.” He soothed and you nodded weakly in agreement. Without saying anything further, he plunged one metal finger roughly into your needy hole, making you squeal out. Without even giving you time to adjust to the first one, he pulled it out, thrusting back in with another. He knew how much you loved the metal fingers, enjoying how much heavier and thicker they felt inside you but you always needed some time to get accustomed to the stretch. You weren’t getting that luxury today though as he began to thrust them in and out of you roughly, tearing harsh sobs from your throat.
“Buck slow down please!” You squealed grasping his metal wrist, his eyes completely trained on the two metal digits slipping in and out of you effortlessly.
“Colour doll?” He asked, reluctantly tearing his eyes away from your needy pussy to your pretty face, absolutely adoring how it was already screwed up in pleasure.
“Green, so so green.” You gasped as he switched to a curling motion inside you, rubbing against your walls deliciously. “Ah, right there Buck, right there!” Your little gasps fuelled him, making him curl against you even faster.
“Oh baby, do my fingers feel that good? You’re close already toots, I can tell. You’re soaking my fucking hand babydoll, ready to cum already. Do it toots, cum for me. Gonna absolutely ruin you.” His voice was low and gravelly in your ear, fingers working you through the most intense orgasm. You ground yourself wildly on his hand, moaning quietly into his broad shoulder, unable to focus on anything except the sight of his fingers buried deep inside you. “So so pretty like that baby, did so well for me.” Bucky praised, fingers continuing to rub your walls even after you had come down from your high.
“You got another one in you doll? You’d better, cause I’m gonna make you keep cumming ‘til I think you’ve learned your lesson.” You squirmed under his touch but you couldn’t believe how wet you had become, thighs soaked with the evidence of your last orgasm as he tore another one from your body. The feeling of his metal palm grinding against your clit and his two fingers working inside you was only heightened by the fact you had already cum just a few minutes ago. “That feel good babydoll? You cumming on my fingers again? Silly little slut, you’re loving this aren’t you. Don’t worry doll, gonna keep going ‘til you can’t think of anything but me.” He hissed softly, rubbing you through the aftershocks of your second but equally intense orgasm. You didn’t even know it was possible to have two orgasms in such quick succession.
“Jesus Bucky,” you whimpered, trying to stay still despite how oversensitive you had become, knowing if you tried to pull away, he would force another orgasm from you as punishment. Without saying a word, the soldier pulled the metal digits from your pussy, keeping eye contact with you as he sank to his knees in front of you, holding your thighs apart.
“Well baby doll, I didn’t think you could get any wetter but look at that.” He hummed, index finger of his flesh hand trailing lazily over your dripping core. “Such a pretty picture like this doll, wish I could stay down here forever.” He trailed his head up the inside of your thigh, his nose tickling your sensitive skin, slight dusting of his stubble almost burning you. “Mhm, smell so sweet for me doll. Bet you taste even better.” Before you could even register what he had said, you felt his tongue swipe up you in place of his finger. You gasped out, clutching his long dark hair, feeling his tongue absolutely everywhere at once. His broad tongue was pressed flat against you, lapping up your sweet juices but neglecting your clit, which you were thankful for in the meantime. His filthy moans only added to your pleasure, knowing he was truly loving licking up the mess he had made of you. It didn’t take him long to begin probing your needy hole with his tongue, pushing into you gently, groaning lewdly at the feeling of more of your wetness coating his tongue. “You’re the gift that keeps on fuckin’ giving.” He laughed quietly before going back to lapping at your pussy like a man starved. It didn’t take you long to get worked up once more under his skilled tongue, your body telling you it couldn’t handle more pleasure but craving it all the same.
“More Bucky, please, little harder.” You whimpered, pulling his head impossibly closer to your core. He chuckled deeply in response, pressing his lips to your swollen clit and sucking harshly, making you practically scream. “Shit, shit, shit!” You chanted, curses falling from your mouth like a prayer as he sucked on the sensitive nub, tongue flicking over it at the same time. Without removing his mouth from you, he shifted his flesh hand from your thigh, two fingers slipping into you again as he continued to suck brutally. He couldn’t remember his cock ever being this hard before. He was so hard it hurt but the look of complete and absolute pleasure on your face would have kept him neglecting his own needs for the rest of his life if it meant you stayed exactly how you were right then. Your hips were grinding against his face, practically using his tongue for your own pleasure, letting the drag of his fingers ease you into a third orgasm. This one had you screaming, clenching your trembling thighs around his head, unsure if you needed him to stop or give you more. Your head was flung backwards, back arched, arms braced on the cold wooden conference table as you rode out your high on the soldier’s unrelenting tongue. You were a babbling mess by the time Bucky chose to stop, the pleasure completely overwhelming you.
“Holy shit doll, you did so good for me.” His voice was so much softer, smiling at you lazily, his chin glistening with your juices as he brought himself back up from between your legs. You were thankful he allowed you a few moments to cling to him, comforted by his racing heart and familiar scent. “What’s wrong sweetheart, was that too much?” He quizzed softly, cradling your head close to his chest in his huge metal hand. You paused a moment before shaking your head no. “Good. Cause I know my good girl has one more left in her, doesn’t she? Jus’ know you can give me another orgasm and then I’ll know you’ve learned your lesson, sweet baby.” He cooed, looking down at you like you’d offered him the entire world.
“I don’t know Buck, ‘m tired.” You whined quietly, still throbbing from the last three unbearably powerful orgasms he had ripped from your body.
“Colour babydoll?” He asked quietly, still holding you tenderly like you were the most delicate piece of porcelain.
“Green Buck, I can do one more.” You nodded weakly.
“Gonna give me everything you’ve got toots? So so proud of you, just knew you’d be a good girl for me.” He soothed, unbuttoning his jeans once again. You whimpered even just at the thought of the pounding you were about to receive, somehow still ready for it even though your body was exhausted. Bucky didn’t take any time to prepare, pressing against you until your body gave in and accepted him. He hissed out at the squeeze of your walls around him, unable to think of anything but how wet you were.
“So fuckin’ perfect for me angel. Can feel your little pussy throbbing ‘round me. You know how good you are, taking all this for me? My best girl.” He hoped his words would distract you from the painful stretch of his cock inching into you. “You doing okay baby?” He asked, cupping your face once more. The pleading look in your eyes as you nodded made him weak. “Need you to use your words toots.” He whispered, finally fully seated inside you.
“Mhm, ‘m good.” You managed to whimper making him chuckle deeply, pulling back out until just his thick tip was left inside you before thrusting back in. And god did it make you groan.
“My sweet baby, did all the pleasure make you dumb? Did ya think I was just gonna let you have all that fun under the desk and not ruin you afterwards? Maybe next time you’ll think about the consequences before you do something silly like that.” He had established a decent pace while he had been growling in your ear, making you feel every last ridge and swollen vein of his dick. Your whines were weak, almost pathetic as his cock sank back into you, every thrust seemed more electric than the last. You almost hated how aroused you still were, completely torn between needing him to stop and needing him to give you more.
“Buck please,” you pleaded softly, biting into the thick muscle of his shoulder as he sped up his thrusts, clearly having neglected his own need for far too long.
“ ‘S okay baby doll, I’ll take care of you. Lemme look after you toots, gonna make you feel so fuckin’ good. You trust me, yeah?” He gripped your chin in his flesh hand, never once slowing down his thrusts. You could only nod, lips parted to let your little needy sobs escape as his metal fingers slipped back between your bodies to rub your clit once more. “You hear how wet that little pussy is? You hear how bad you needed this? You’ve been so good toots, so so good. Can’t get enough of this sweet pussy. So lucky my best girl is such a little whore for me. Couldn’t love you more doll, I swear.” This man was absolutely relentless. If you still had the mental clarity, you would probably have questioned whether his hands or his mouth were making you feel more sinful, but in that moment, you just didn’t care. “You gonna finish just one more time for me, sweets?” He questioned, a thin sheen of sweat evident on his forehead. You did your best to nod your head yes in spite of yourself, arching your back and letting out the lewdest moan as his fingers sped up against you.
“Good girl, such a good girl. Knew you’d be so good for me. Give it to me baby, stop holding back doll, cum for me.” He whispered, barely any louder than a growl against your neck. His breath was so hot and the whole room smelt like him, making your head swim. Your fourth orgasm had your legs shaking, Bucky fucking you through every last wave. The noises Bucky tore from you were nothing short of screams, curses mingled in between cries of his name.
“Yes, just like that toots, perfect, ah, fuck.” Bucky gasped before his hips began to stutter, fucking you full of cum. He was kind enough to still inside of you, not fucking you too hard through your aftershocks, knowing it would be almost painful if he did. You both clung together, bodies sweaty and spent, your chest heaving as Bucky finally pulled out, a little dribble of cum leaking out of you.
“Such a pretty sight.” Bucky whispered lovingly, kissing your forehead then stepping back to take in the result of all his hard work.
“Can we sleep Buck, please?” You asked quietly, looking forward to one of those blissful naps in Bucky’s arms.
“Course baby, anything you want.” He agreed with a little smile, dressing himself before helping you make yourself look as presentable as possible for the short walk back to your room. He was so gentle, even taking the time to find all the buttons that had popped off your blouse, knowing you would probably want to sew them back on. Bucky helped you off the conference table and onto your feet, your legs feeling almost numb. He helped you out the door, closing it behind him before a voice from down the hall made you both jump.
“ ‘Tummy trouble’ huh Buck?” Steve chuckled, arms crossed and one eyebrow raised in disapproval.
Bucky is an alpha who keeps to himself for everyone’s own good. Y/n is a stubborn omega who just started working for Tony Stark. One run in and suddenly Bucky can’t help himself, and y/n can’t stop thinking about Bucky’s overpowering presence.
warnings: a/b/o dynamics, dubcon if you really squint, knotting, size kink, porn with very little plot.
Limited editing done!
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“I think you’ll fit in well here, y/n” Tony said, tapping the stack of papers in his hand - your resume, cover letter and references, and placing them in a neat pile in front of him. Beside him, Steve Rogers - Captain America himself, nodded.
“Agreed.”
“If you’re interested in our job offer, then your next step is to go over some of the more intimate details with Ms. Potts.” Tony said, looking fondly to his wife across the office.
You knew what this was about. No matter how many supplements you took, or how hard you worked to create a strong, capable reputation for yourself, you had to admit on legal forms and in cases like this, that you were an omega. An unmated omega, to be specific. You maintained an active lifestyle to keep your heats regular and easy to prepare for, but you hated having to convince Alphas that your heat has never effected your job performance before. You had hoped, since your boss was mated to an omega himself, that this place might be better.
summary || after the rise of hydra, your entire life turned into a living nightmare. you lost everything you held precious, your job, your house, your degree, even hope. but then you’re assigned as a mate to him, your enemy and your only ray of hope, James Buchanan Barnes.
warnings || dystopian au. dark au (inspired by handmaid’s tale). enemies to lovers. SMUT. mating cycles/heats. unprotected sex. alpha! bucky. alpha/omega dynamics. knotting. multiple orgasms. body worship. shower sex. love making (sweet sex). marking kink. oral sex. fingering. protective!bucky. possessive! bucky. petnames (bunny). forced marriage. misogyny. fake laws. mentions of assaults. attempt to murder. angst with happy ending — MINORS DNI 🔞 if any of this makes you uncomfortable then please do not read!
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Your lips wobbled as you stared blankly outside the window. Your eyes weren’t seeing the blinking lights outside of the fast moving car but you could see the reflection of your sunken face in the clear glass against the night sky.
Steady tears were running down your cheeks. You had hoped your eyes would dry up and one day the tears would stop. But they never did. You probably hadn’t stopped crying from the day this world had completely changed overnight — for you.
The alphas and betas were still continuing on with their life just like it was before. But you, you were facing the consequences of the after. The blow was so sudden and severe that you still remembered how you’d openly gawked at your TV when the news was circulated.
After Hydra won against the government, project insight was implemented from the stroke of the midnight of that day. And in that single change of minute, you had lost your job, your degree, and your entire life. From a human with rights, you were reduced down to a omega meant to be bred.
Omegas of age weren’t allowed to work or study anymore, they were given to alphas to be mated, without their choice. There was some complicated algorithm of compatibility which no one cared enough to explain to you.
Unfortunately, you were one such omega.
You didn’t even know your mate’s name until this morning at the registry where he signed off both of your papers. The alpha now held all of your life in his fist. He could legally do anything to you and no one would even bat an eye.
James Buchanan Barnes, that was his name. He hadn’t spoken a word to you and you had read his name on the mating bond papers. He seemed to be lost in his own world and you were glad at least he wasn’t pestering you.
Did he not want you just as much as you didn’t want him?
You hoped that was the case and he would stay the hell away from you. Though you had to agree that the alpha was the most gorgeous man you had ever laid your eyes on. If you had met before, you surely would’ve tried your luck with his specimen of an alpha. But now you felt no such thing.
You had heard the horror stories of mated pairs, of how the alphas treated their omegas now that there wasn’t a law stopping their cruelty. Not a single omega was happy in this current world, and the fact that you were headed towards the same fate made goosebumps rise on your flesh.
You wished the alpha would open his mouth and at least say something so that it would give you a faint idea of how he was as a person. His crystalline blue eyes were fixated on the road and you noticed the small twitches of his nose he gave occasionally which you guessed were due to your scent, now that suppressants were banned.
Did he not like your scent?
The stupid question shouldn’t have disappointed you at all, but it did. On the other hand, you couldn’t scent him because alphas could still get scent blockers. Though you were glad that you didn’t have to smell him constantly, a small part of you still wished you could at least know what his scent was.
The rest of the ride was just as uneventful. You kept looking out of the window and he kept his mouth shut. When you finally arrived at his house, you blinked your eyes repeatedly to make sure you weren’t dreaming. His house was huge.
You realised that he wasn’t just an alpha, he was a powerful one at that.
Though you had guessed he was rich if his expensive car was something to go by, but you hadn’t expected him to be this influential. The beautiful house was surrounded by lush yard and your feet ached to experience the cool grass beneath your bare feet. It was a little hope of freedom.
The inside of the house was just as beautiful as the outside and though everything looked right out of an architectural magazine, the house wasn’t a home. It lacked the careful touch of love and homeliness. If it wasn’t for James bringing you here, you wouldn’t have believed anyone even lived here.
Your previous distractions melted away when James led you to his bedroom. Despite the cozy temperature, your body started trembling. You knew what was going to happen once you were inside, it was inevitable, but you were still not ready for it. Right now you were legally signed off to James, but after your bite, your soul would belong to him.
You frantically looked around for even a small exit to run away, and though you saw huge windows from which you could escape, you knew that if you were caught, which you most definitely would be, you’d face something worse than you’d imagined. So with a heavy heart and sweaty hands, you finally entered in.
Your eyes first landed on the spacious bed and a tingle of fear ran down your spine. You keenly followed Bucky’s movements, the alpha discarded his jacket and you nearly sobbed. This was it. This was the last moment where your soul would belong to you and not be tainted by some alpha’s teeth.
You were still standing by the door when the alpha, without even saying a word, disappeared into the bathroom. Your eyebrows knitted in confusion as you stood alone in the room. It then dawned upon you that James had never stated for you to come after him and you’d just blindly followed him.
Did he not want you in this room?
Why was he behaving like this?
You didn’t even sit down and just patiently waited for him to reappear into the room. You could hear the shuffling noises inside and you anxiously worried your lower lip. You didn’t understand why he went inside the bathroom to undress himself when he could do it in front of you like expected.
When he finally arrived back, you were shocked to see him dressed in sweatpants and a cotton shirt. Your heart calmed down a little and your shoulders sagged with relief when it became clear that he wasn’t going to mate with you, at least not tonight.
But that was until you saw his metal arm.
The instant your eyes fell on the glinting metal, you recognised who he was. How could you not? His name was on everyone’s tongue as they gossiped, he was said to be a ghost. He was the one who had taken down Captain America and had ensured that Hydra took over the government.
He was called the fist of Hydra.
The Winter Soldier.
And he was the one responsible for all your misery.
He had probably cropped his hair short after Hydra had taken over, because in the pictures from before, he had dark shoulder length hair. His new hair, combined with the fact that he wore gloves, was why you hadn’t realised who he was earlier.
Suddenly, all the riches he possessed clicked into place. All the alphas who protested against Hydra were stripped of all their wealth and those who supported were promoted. And this alpha, shamelessly enjoying all these luxuries, was literally one of the top ranking officers. He was probably only under Alexander Pierce, the leader of the whole operation.
Your helplessness now burned down into fuming anger. The man who was responsible for ruining your and many other’s lives was roaming this planet without a single consequence. Your hands shook, not with fear, but with the urge to hit him. Your body was pulled taut as you stood still, like a tiger waiting to pounce on its prey.
James didn’t even look at you as he laid down on the bed. He slept on the right side and turned away from you, giving you a view of his back. fool. You shouldn’t be showing your back to your enemy. But he didn’t know you were his enemy, not yet.
You knew you couldn’t attack now, he was a skilled assassin and he’d easily overpower you. But you had to carry on with your ruse. You wanted to throw up just from the thought of laying next to him, but you had to. Gladly, the bed was spacious enough to leave plenty space between you two such that not even your hands were near each other.
Your eyes stared at the electric clock at the side of your bed, the little red digits keeping you busy and aware of the time. The alpha apparently didn’t snore, so you couldn’t tell if he had fallen asleep or not. But for a good measure, you keep yourself awake for a few more hours by thinking of all the things you once loved.
When the red digits finally blared that it was much past midnight, you slowly tiptoed out of the bed. You turned around to check if the alpha was awake and you let out a little sigh when you saw his eyes were closed. Gladly, the floor neither the doors were squeaky so without making a noise, you came downstairs and looked around for the kitchen.
You didn’t take much time in finding a knife once you reached the kitchen. You gulped nervously, you knew the consequences would be immense. But you had to. You couldn’t live with yourself if you let James go away unharmed. They had already ruined your life, what more could they do?
You clutched the knife as if your life depended upon it as you walked up the stairs and back into his room. A little of your courage drained out of you when you noticed his sheer size. His bulging bicep was visible of his flesh hand and whimpered at the possibilities of what the metal arm was capable of.
But this was your only chance at revenge. His eyes were still closed and his breathing was even. Your hand was trembling and the knife was gleaming in the moonlight as you stood above his sleeping form. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath to collect your thoughts. You can do this.
“You’ll have to be a little more swift if you want to kill me.”
You didn’t even recognise the shriek you let out when the alpha commented this. He didn’t even make a move to get up or take the knife away from you, instead he just opened his eyes. His blue grey eyes were staring at you for the first time and you felt yourself shaking at just the intensity of his gaze.
“You’re too loud. You should try to walk a little silently and not stomp. I can even hear your heart thundering in your chest right now, and you smell as if you’re about to pass out. But I gotta give it to you for your bravery. Also, good choice of knife.”
His tone was condescending as if he was entertaining a wild kitten who he knew would cause him no harm. He didn’t even see you as a serious threat, and that infuriated you even more. He thought you were so helpless and so meek, that you couldn’t even do any substantial harm to him.
“Fuck you!” You screamed with all the strength you could muster. You already knew you were going to face the worst kind of punishment for trying to murder him, so there was no point trying to make excuses. The anger that had brewed inside you for so long finally came out.
“Oh. I thought you didn’t want that.” He said nonchalantly and it added fuel to the fire. This man was so smug, he thought he knew it all. But the problem was, he probably did know it all. He was guessing your next step even before you did it.
“Shut up! Shut up, you monster! You think you’re some kind of a god now, don’t you? Snatching away our rights and playing with our lives. But you’re going to face the consequences of what you’ve done. We’ll get justice one day and then you’ll rot in hell for the rest of your life!” You shouted.
“I’m already in hell sweetheart.” He said with a loud defeated sigh.
“Oh, you think you’re so funny with your stupid little comebacks. God, I just wanna strangle you so bad.” You said through clenched teeth. “Go on then. Strangle me. I’m right here. I won’t even fight back, I promise.” He was still casually lying down, unaffected, while you were burning with fury.
You really wanted to choke the life out of him, but you knew it was a trap. So instead you just stood where you were and tried to convey all your hate through your gaze. “See. You can’t do it now. So get some sleep and think about more ideas and probably poison my food tomorrow.”
You couldn’t believe this man’s audacity. Did he not feel even a little bit guilty? He lost definitely did not as he closed his eyes again not even caring that you still had a knife in your hand. What you hated the most was how he didn’t give you even a little attention.
“Go to hell!” You screamed again before leaving the room with a loud bang of the door. The house was fairly empty at night and so you went downstairs again to sleep on the lavish couch. But just as you came down the stairs, you swear you saw something move in the periphery of your eye.
The floor was too dark without a source of light except the reflection from the moon. But when you turned around, you could see the silhouette of a tall man. Your heart was as it is pumping adrenaline, but after seeing the shadowy figure, your heart nearly stopped.
Swallowing a shriek, you ran back upstairs as fast as you could. You once again entered Bucky’s room and quickly locked the door. Your brain was constantly playing — alpha will protect you — and despite hating it, you did ran back to your alpha. No. Not your alpha.
“Welcome back!” You could see his eyes were still closed and he hadn’t yet seen your panting form. “Do… do you have servants at night?” You wiped off the thin sheen of sweat that collected on your forehead. “No. They all leave by 8.” This time he opened your eyes and after looking at your disheveled state, he finally got up.
“Hey. What happened?” And there it was, genuine concern which oddly touched your heart. “There’s someone downstairs. I saw… someone.” You said as you clutched your heaving chest. At this point after all that had happened, you couldn’t think straight.
“Shhh. Calm down.” A tingle ran down your spine when the alpha gently touched your hand. He pulled you further into the room and made you sit on the bed. “There’s no one else in this house right now. You’re tired, let me get some water for you.” His eyes looked so kind, much unlike before.
“I swear I…” you protested, but he stopped you. “Shhh… give me a minute okay?” He wasn’t mocking you, instead he was trying to soothe you. And it was so wildly unexpected but so very welcomed. You nodded as Bucky left the room and sagged a little into the overly soft bed.
He was unlike any other alpha you’d ever met.
Even back when things were normal, alphas pounced on omegas every chance they got. But he hadn’t even touched you in that way yet. The other alphas took meagre reasons to punish their omegas, but he hadn’t even done anything when you’d literally tried to kill him. This gentleness was so bewildering, it was like a punch in your gut.
This man who had literally destroyed everything that came in his way to make sure Hydra won was being so sweet to his omega? No, this must be some kind of a trap.
“Here, take this. I just checked downstairs, there’s no one. I think you should rest now.” He handed you a glass and you greedily gulped down the cool water. “Thank you, alpha.” You loathed calling him that, but that was the rule. You couldn’t address him by his name.
“Don’t call me that. My name’s Bucky.” You openly gawked at Bucky like a fish. Did you hear that right? “You want me to call you by your nickname?” He smiled, and by god it was the most beautiful one you’d ever seen. “Everyone close to me does, so yeah. Do call me Bucky.”
“Okay… Bucky.” The name sounded good in your mouth. You shared your name back and he repeated it as if tasting it on his tongue. “It’s good to meet you. But remember, when we are outside or in front of anyone else, even the servants, you have to address me as Alpha.” He warned and you nodded.
“Can I ask why?” This was so suspicious. “I can’t give you all the answers. But I hope one day you’ll get it.” You wanted to fight back but you were too tired for it. “Also, this reminds me…” Bucky turned around and dug something out from his walk in closet.
You clenched your jaw when you saw what was in his hands. A collar. It was a thin black leather collar with a tag in between and you already knew what it said and it made you wanted to cry harder. You crumbled the bed sheets with your fist in your anger.
“You’ll have to wear this everytime we are out of this room.” He handed you the collar and you inspected the material with tears in your eyes. It was soft but wasn’t the material that would cause pain, but the rather the physical existence of a sign of ownership.
“I don’t want to wear this.” You didn’t shout, rather you complained in a small voice. “I know. But you have to or else it’ll be worse for both of us.” You knew it was a compulsion for all the omegas to wear a collar with a name tag of their alphas. You turned around the metal tag to see what you already knew would be there.
Winter’s
Odd, you had expected it to say James and not Winter Soldier. Because ever other omega had one with their alpha’s first name. You ran your thumb over the engraving. “Why does it say this? Shouldn’t it be your first name?” You genuinely asked.
“Because there may be many James, but there’s only one Winter Soldier.” A weird feeling bloomed into your chest, it was close to pride but you suppressed it. You weren’t going to be reduced to your primal instincts, you had a functioning brain and you were going to use it.
“Ohh. Aren’t you going to mate me?” You finally asked the question you had been eager to ask since a long time now. What felt amusing was that Bucky was answering all of your questions, while you were sure the other alphas would get annoyed and tell you to shut the fuck up.
“No.”
The relief you had denied yourself for so long finally spread through your body. The thing you feared the most was not happening and you hadn’t ever felt happier. “Thank you. Though I must ask why? Is there someone else in your life?” You probably were crossing a line, but he didn’t seem to mind.
“No. I just… I just don’t want to force you.” His words were so sincere that you wanted to cry with how sweet the alpha was, but then you bitterly remembered who he was. You couldn’t stop the hysterical laugh that bubbled up in your throat.
“You better be joking! Are you serious? What the fuck!” You spat out while giggling. “Of course I’m serious. I know you hate me more than anything else, but you have to trust me on this one.” His eyes were warm despite being deep blue and you didn’t know how he managed that.
“You are the Winter Soldier! You are literally the reason all of us are suffering and you say you won’t force yourself on me? Are you insane? What even is your problem? And trust you? I’d rather be dead than trust a scum like you.” You huffed out.
Bucky closed his eyes and took in a long breath. “I don’t…” he wanted to tell you something but he stopped himself short. “You know what, it’s late. Let’s go to sleep.” You wanted to know what he was saying before, but he quickly went back to his side and buried himself under the covers.
You grumbled to yourself about how you’d managed to score the most insane alpha on this planet. You stretched a little before yawning and laying down in the bed again. This time, the exhaustion of the day and super fluffy bed made you quickly fall into a dreamless sleep.
~~~
“Your house is beautiful.” Ann commented in her soft voice as she looked at the house. A little smile spread across your lips, “Thank you. But it’s not my house. Also I’m pretty sure it’s haunted.” You jested and her face turned around to look at you with wide eyes. “Wait, what?”
“I believe someone else lives in this house except us but Buc…. my Alpha doesn’t believe me.” You nearly slipped up Bucky’s name but gladly correctly yourself before anyone could notice. Ann shook her head at your antiques.
It had been a month since you had first met Bucky and by now, you had slipped well into the role of pretending to be his mate. Omegas usually dressed such that their bonding marks were hidden, you wore clothes with high collar to hide the absence of one.
Bucky’s behaviour still didn’t sit right with you, he still hadn’t mated with you and rather chatted with you as you were his friend, not his omega. He was also interested in asking about how your life was before this and you had seen a flash of guilt in his eyes for the first time.
Today, Bucky had arranged a party in his house. The preparation had been going on for days since only the elite members of the society were invited. The names you’d only heard before finally got a face as they arrived at the party. All of them were smiling and laughing as if they hadn’t just ruined so many peoples’ lives.
Your blood had boiled seeing those cruel alphas so happy and unable to take it anymore, you had slipped out into the backyard. It wasn’t like anyone was even looking for you, you were an unwanted omega who was only there because you had nowhere else to go. But as you were outside, you had met Ann, Brock Rumlow’s omega.
Rumlow was Bucky’s subordinate but Ann was a sweet woman and you had stroke an odd friendship with her. You both had so many problems in your life that all you wanted to do with cry on each other’s shoulder, but instead you chose to talk about stupid things that didn’t matter. It was like a small reprieve from the issues of the world.
“And that’s because there really isn’t anyone except us.” You turned around to see Bucky standing besides you. “I.. we didn’t know you were here. Sorry alpha.” Ann fumbled. Looking at her panicked state on the arrival of Bucky, you could only guess how her alpha treated her. She didn’t wait anymore and quickly went back inside.
“I was a little worried when you disappeared.” Bucky whispered as you walked side by side. The warmth of the house seeped into your skin as you entered back into the chattering crowd. “Why? You were worried I’d be poisoning all your food?” You joked.
“I wouldn’t take you for any less.” Bucky chuckled and shook his head. You looked around the party to see how the other alphas treated their omegas, they were merely a thing of possession for them and nothing else.
You and Bucky were walking very close to each other, such that your hands were touching. You didn’t know what got into you, but but placed your hand on his and interlaced your fingers and held tight. Bucky’s head snapped down to your entwined hands and he looked up at you with surprise.
“What’s this for?” You could hear the happiness in his voice as he too locked his fingers with you. The past month, you had somehow began to trust the alpha. And this little token of affection, that was your connected hands, meant so much to you. “I’m just glad I got you.” Hearing your words, a sweet smile spread on Bucky’s lips.
But soon the smile drained from both of your faces when you came face to face with none other than Alexander Pierce. You knew he was not only invited to the party, but he was very close to Bucky. For the first time in your life you were happy that you didn’t have to speak anything at all because you knew you couldn’t say anything good to Pierce.
Bucky and Pierce had some conversation you weren’t interested in listening, so instead you just awkwardly shifted from one foot to another hoping to survive today’s night somehow. But those plans were thwarted when one of the clumsy beta waiters accidentally collided with you and ended up spilling a whole tray containing champagne flutes.
“Fuck!”
You didn’t even think twice as you cursed out loud. Your clothes were wet and soggy and you groaned with disappointment. But when you looked up, you realised everyone else was staring at you with wide eyes, especially other omegas. And that’s when you realised your mistake; omegas weren’t supposed to curse.
“I noticed that you’ve got yourself a feisty one, James.” Alexander Pierce was the first one to comment and then the whole room dissolved into laughter, at your cost. You were sure half of them didn’t even hear the joke but were laughing just because pierce said something. But one thing you noted was how Pierce called Bucky James.
“Well, I’ve trained my whore right.” Rumlow commented and you felt all the sirens going red in your head. Did he really just say that? You eyes turned to poor Ann who was desperately trying to hide her face but failing to do so. You couldn’t take this anymore. You hated being so so helpless.
“What the fuck did you just say?” You said turning over to Rumlow and once again, the whole room went silent, even Pierce stopped laughing and looked at you with calculating eyes. Your hands were shaking with the immense need to punch Rumlow straight in his jaw.
“Omega.” You felt Bucky’s warning grip over your shoulder, but you didn’t stop — couldn’t stop. “You think this is funny? You think any of us want to be here? Because if it were up to me I wouldn’t even look twice at a scum like you. You think you’re some kind of an alpha trying to dominate others, but let me tell you how wrong you are. Alphas are supposed to protect, not force. Not one of you is a true alpha.”
You knew you had hurt all their egos and hurting an alpha’s ego wasn’t a good choice, but seeing literally all of them flinch at your words made you feel happier than you had ever been. But soon the shock turned into fury and you saw the way they looked at you and you gulped nervously.
“James, you’ve disappointed me by keeping your omega like this. I thought higher of you.” Pierce’s tone was purely evil and condescending and you wanted to slap his smug face. “Who the fuck cares what you think of him? You think you’re God and people will worship you? No. You are literally the devil.” You spat out at Pierce.
“You bitch!” Rumlow cried out as he began walking towards you with fury. You closed your mouth shut when you saw his malicious eyes glinting. You probably had fucked up real bad. But before Rumlow could even touch you, Bucky shielded your body with his.
“Don’t even think of touching her Rumlow. She’s mine!” Bucky growled.
You didn’t know why but seeing Bucky get protective over you made you suddenly swoon. But the fluttering feeling went away when you Bucky turned to look around at you, his eyes weren’t soft unlike before. He had stopped Rumlow but he wasn’t going to be kind to you. “Alpha,.. I..” you tried reasoning.
“Omega! Enough!” You completely froze up when you heard Bucky use his alpha voice on you for the first time. He hadn’t ever done that before and you were completely unprepared for this. Your eyes widened as you began tearing up. You hadn’t ever felt this helpless before as you omega quietened up at alpha’s command.
“Go upstairs.” This time, he used his regular voice and you still felt like shit. “I thought you were different. But turns out you’re just like the rest. A monster! All of you are going to pay…” You weren’t thinking anymore, the words just began spilling out of your mouth.
“I said go upstairs. Now!” He growled the last part in his alpha voice again and you were helpless but to follow. Now openly sobbing like a baby, you hid your face with your palms and started running up the stairs. Your heart was shattered and you felt betrayed. And yet you cursed yourself for expecting anything different.
“It would’ve been fun if you would’ve punished her in front of us.” You heard Rumlow chuckle and nearly everyone else joined in. You hadn’t ever felt this humiliated before. But what you didn’t see was the blazing glare Bucky sent Rumlow’s way.
You reached your room and closed the door with a loud bang before sagging against it. Your vision was blurry with all the tears and you were a second to late to notice the man standing in your dark room. Just as you were about to scream, a huge hand wrapped around your mouth to muffle your noises.
As you stood face to face with the mystery man, you finally realised who it was. He had an auburn beard which he didn’t carry before and his blond hair was outgrown and slicked back. And yet his blue eyes were just as piercing and honest.
“Captain America?”
Your voice was garbled due to the hand around your face and you saw him give a relieving sigh. “Promise me you won’t scream.” He whispered. You nodded and he let go of you. “Holy shit! I thought you were dead.” Despite the promise, you still shouted.
“Shhhhh” he placed a finger on his lips and shushed you. “Oops. I thought you were dead. What are you even doing here? And wait, are you the ghost I’ve been seeing around?” You whispered yelled. He snorted before replying, “Yes and no. I mean it was me who you were seeing, but no I’m not a ghost.”
“Ohhhhhh..” you were utterly confused and nothing was fitting in place. “But what are you doing here? And Bucky didn’t kill you? Wait, I mean alpha.” It had become an habit to correct yourself in front of anyone else. “No Bucky didn’t kill me, and you can call him by his name, I know you do. Also call me Steve.”
“Steve.” You said it aloud. You hadn’t ever thought you’d meet Captain America and still here you were. “You have to tell me everything Steve because I’m getting confused over here.” You wiggled excitedly as you were getting to know a top secret.
“We knew Hydra was going to take over, but it was too late. So we had to send someone over as an undercover agent, and that’s who Bucky is. We staged Bucky killing me so that he’ll grow close to Pierce and get all the inside information. And gladly the plan worked and Bucky is now the second in command. I’ve been living here all this time because anyone else wouldn’t be safe.”
Your jaw was nearly on the floor when you heard the whole story. The man who you had blamed and degraded for so long was actually a hero. Suddenly all of Bucky’s behaviour started fitting right. “So, you mean Bucky’s a good guy.” You squealed out.
“Yes. In fact, he’s the best guy. We’ve been best friends since childhood and you gotta trust me on this.” You gawked at him like a fish out of the sea. “So are you planning to take down Hydra now? If so why didn’t you tell me?” You were angry on both of them for hiding this from you. “Of course we are working towards it. I promise you, it’s going to be real soon. And we didn’t tell you because it would put you in danger.”
“I cannot believe this. Wow! Okay..” you nearly lost your vocabulary as you blabbered on. You sat on the bed with a wide smile. A new hope took place in your heart and the justice that you staunchly believed in was finally going to be served, soon.
You and Steve chatted on until you heard the party end. You patiently waited as Bucky was finally done with the day, and came into the bedroom. He looked tired as it is, and nearly his soul left his body when he saw you and Steve together. “So I see you guys already met. Fuck, I forgot I’d told Steve to wait in this room.”
“It’s okay! We’ve become great friends and gladly I’m not referred to as a ghost anymore.” Steve jested and Bucky sighed with relief when he saw you two were on good terms. “How much did you tell her?” Bucky squinted at you two. “Everything. Bucky I can’t believe you hid all of this from me, I mean I was going to kill you more than once.”
“Yeah. I would’ve gladly taken that knife.” Bucky ran a hand through his short hair. You stopped smiling and looked at Steve. “Bucky..” Steve started and Bucky shook his head. He gave a smile which you knew was fake, “I was joking. Anyway, the guests are gone and I’m very tired, we should talk in the morning.” By now you knew Bucky said this when he wanted to avoid a topic.
“Yeah you’re right. Good night!” Steve wished before leaving you two alone in your room. Bucky didn’t even change his clothes as he laid down on the bed. You didn’t know what else to do so you two joined him. “I’m sorry.” Bucky said in the silence of the night.
“Huh, for what?” After listening to what Steve said, you had nearly forgotten what happened at the party. “For how I.. umm, behaved at the party. I had to stop you or they’d do worse and I., I couldn’t see that. I had to use my voice or else you’d not only get yourself into something horrible but also blow my cover. So I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay. I felt like shit back then, but now I understand. I’m not holding anything against you, not anymore. And I’m sorry too for putting you in trouble.” You we’re both staring at the ceiling as you said softly. For the first time, you were sleeping much closer to each other, such that you felt each other’s warmth seep through.
“I feel like killing all of them, but I can’t, not yet. And it hurts me. I hate laughing with them as if it’s not killing me inside to see what’s happening in the world.” You hadn’t ever seen Bucky be this vulnerable in front of you. You hesitantly placed your hand on Bucky’s hand and when he didn’t stop, you reassuring rubbed it.
Bucky turned to look at you and you could see the pain in his clear blue eyes. Wordlessly, you both shifted closer until you were holding each other tightly. It felt so good to be held by someone after so long. And Bucky’s big arms encased your body perfectly within. “I may not have been able to stop it, but I promise you, I’m going to burn them to the ground.” He whispered in your hair.
“I know. I trust you.”
In the warm embrace of an alpha you trusted, you fell into a satisfying sleep. When you woke up, it felt as if you were sleeping on a heater; your body was too warm for your liking and a weird kind of ache was persistent in your core.
Your face was buried in your alpha’s neck and you were overcome with the urge to breathe in your alpha’s scent. But he was wearing scent blockers and you twitched your nose in displease in your sleepy state. Your tongue darted out to lick off the blockers and you felt your alpha move beneath you.
You kept on licking his neck in order to get to finally scent him as you felt him wake up. You heard him take in a deep breath before growling out, “Omega..” he began purring deep in his chest and you held him tighter.
The ache in your core became too much to bare so you started grinding on his thigh which was wedged between your legs. You moaned as you got some relief but before you could do anything more, he pushed you off of him and went to the other side of the room.
“No no. Fuck! God, Fuck! You’re in heat.” Bucky pressed a hand to his head as took in your desperate form. Your lust added brain was a little slow to process his words but when you did, your eyes flew wide and you quickly sat up on the bed. “Bucky,.. I.. I don’t know what to do.”
“Calm down. We’ll find a way. I.. shit it’s my fault. Sleeping so close must’ve sent you into an heat.” Bucky ran a frustrated hand through his hair. “Shit. Sorry.” You shook your head as he apologised. “Don’t be sorry. Please.”
You wanted Bucky to help you through your heat not just because you knew it’d be hell without him, but because he was Bucky. Not just the alpha was super attractive, but he was a good person too and that somehow made him even sexier.
“Why don’t you help me?” You finally gathered the courage to ask. “What? No. You don’t want me to do that.” Bucky plainly stated. “That’s not true. I want you. And I’m sure you won’t be able to control yourself when I slip further into heat.”
“Those stories are bullshit. I can perfectly control myself in front of an omega in heat.” Bucky felt hurt at your accusation. “No Bucky, I didn’t mean it like that. But please help me. This is going to be my first heat after coming off suppressant and it’s going to be worse, I just know it. Also,… I do like you.” You whispered the last part.
“Yeah right.“ Bucky replied sarcastically. “Bucky I know I hated you, but that was before I knew the truth. Now that I know who you are and what you’re doing, of course I don’t hate you anymore. I trust you. And even before that, the way you’ve behaved with me the past whole month.. I just don’t have words for my gratitude.”
Out of all the responses you expected, a laughter wasn’t one of it. “How are you even talking like that? Gratitude? Really?” Bucky looked cute while he laughed and the way his nose scrunched up was absolutely adorable. You knew it was what you truly felt, but you still blamed the sudden affection on your heat addled brain.
“I was an lit major, I told you. Also I don’t lose my head when I’m in heat. I’m giving you my complete consent.” Bucky laughter stopped and he looked at you with an expression you couldn’t place. “Really?” He sounded surprised. “Yes. Please Bucky.”
Bucky covered the distance between you two in the blink of an eyes and didn’t waste any time in pulling you into a scorching kiss. His lips were surprisingly soft against yours as you kissed each other passionately. You had more than once fantasised about his lips and your omega was preening at the way he kissed you.
“Bucky, please…” your voice was a needy whine against his lips. His teeth sank into your lower lip and tugged on it and the action had you weak in your knees. He pecked the worried skin again before smiling down at you, “I know. Let me take care of you.”
You were confused, but didn’t complain as he pulled you into the bathroom. He slowly pulled up your shirt and pressed kisses to every inch of skin that was exposed. You hadn’t ever been naked in front of him, but the way he was worshipping you, you didn’t feel insecure in the least. By the time you were finally naked, you were already writhing like a leaf.
You were completely naked except for the collar around your neck which you had forgotten to take off. You didn’t expect Bucky to remove it, but you were shocked when his fingers opened the lock and threw the collar down along with your clothes. This gesture made you have heart eyes for Bucky.
Unlike the patience he had shown you, he quickly discarded his clothes. You became speechless when you saw his body, his taut abs, thick thighs and bulging biceps had you drooling on the spot. The metal arm only added on to the rugged look and you were already having nasty thoughts on it.
“Fuck..” you went cross eyed when you when you saw his thick alpha cock. It was long and veiny and you desperately wanted to put your mouth on it. But instead, you subconsciously licked your dry lips. You could see the place where his knot would be swollen and the thought of his knot sent your brain into an overdrive.
“Come on.” He pulled you into the shower and you sighed as the warm water cascaded down your tensed muscles. But you couldn’t keep your eyes off the way the droplets were making rivulets down Bucky’s magnificent body. You didn’t think once before peeking out your tongue and licking a long line on Bucky’s sternum.
As the water washed down the heavy blockers, you could finally scent your alpha. Rich piney undertones mixed with a little spice and something that was completely Bucky filled your lungs. The scent was unlike anything you’d ever smelled and you could bury yourself in it for the rest of your life.
“You like me that much?” Bucky chuckled and you nodded with an absent mind. His hands gently kneaded your muscles as he lathered your body with soap. His hands on you were making you feel needier and you were constantly whining as he purred to cooed you down.
“Why did you get me here?” You asked as the water finally washed off the soap from both of your bodies. “To remove my blockers and relax you. And see, it worked.” He was stood behinds you and his breath ghosted on your the shell of your ear.
His hands were exploring your body and you arched your back to lay your on his shoulder. You whimpered as Bucky placed his hand between your legs and spread them. When his fingers finally touched your needy folds, a little hum left your lips and Bucky growled.
Two of his fingers rubbed your sensitive petals before his middle finger started pressing tight circles over your swollen clit. “Bucky pleaseee..” you begged. But still he didn’t let up, his movements were slow yet calculated. You squirmed in Bucky’s hold and he just held you tighter. “Stay still, let me stretch you out for my cock first.”
“Don’t… don’t say stuff like that. I won’t be able to stop myself.” Your voice had a seductive lilt to it. “Then don’t stop yourself.” With that, Bucky finally pushed his thick finger into your pulsing hole. “You’re so tight. Don’t worry though, I’ll take good care of you.” He closed the shower and turned you around.
He pushed you a little until you were leaning on the wall as he sat down on his knees in front of you. He lifted on of your legs and placed it on his shoulder. You weaved your fingers through his hair to balance yourself and his eyes zeroed in on your cunt. “You’re so pretty. And all mine.”
You were loving the way Bucky got possessive over you, it gave you a warm sense of happiness that you were wanted by this gorgeous man. You hated the conditions which landed you here, but you loved that you found a mate who took such good care of you. Not your mate, your brain supplied.
But all these thoughts left your mind when you felt Bucky’s hot tongue lick your folds. “Fuck! Ohmygod Bucky!” You clutched his hair tighter as he ate you out like a famished man. His tongue played with your wet cunt while his lips sucked on your throbbing nub.
His ministrations were making you even more wet and he was licking up your slick with fervour, it was like an unending circle you didn’t want to get out of. His tongue teased your hole before entering it. Your eyes rolled back as he fucked you with his wet tongue.
You couldn’t stop yourself as you grinded down on his face and Bucky gladly took it all without complain. Once you were relaxed enough on his tongue, he once again began fingering you while his tongue flicked your clit. His two thick fingers were deliciously pumping within you as your back arched against the cold tiles of the wall.
Stars burst behind your eyes when you came around his fingers. Your body nearly fell ahead but Bucky’s hand snapped up in time to hold you against the wall and stop you from falling. When Bucky pulled back, you could see the wet lower half of his face and the image was the most erotic thing you’d seen.
“I need your knot.” That was all your brain could process as you stared deeply into his blue eyes. Bucky smiled as he stood up and picked you up in his arms, bridal style. You squealed at the sudden gesture, “How are you even doing this?” You were surprised that he was easily carrying you without any strain. “I’m a super soldier, bunny.”
“Hnngg.” Even you didn’t know what kind of sound that was, but it was probably the sign that your brain was malfunctioning at the cute nickname. Bucky laughed at your state, but it wasn’t mocking, rather it was endearing. He pressed sweet kisses to your face as he placed you on the bed.
You turned around on your stomach and raised your hips such that you were presenting. “You don’t have to present, we can just.. you know.” Bucky had just eaten you out and now he was acting all shy. “It will be easier this was for me Bucky. Please!”
You wiggled your hips and the tactic worked as Bucky was upon you in the next second. He turned your head to the side to deeply kiss you and you tasted yourself on his tongue and it was oddly arousing. “Thank you.” Bucky whispered.
“Why?” You didn’t understand what he was saying. “For letting me have you.” Your eyes teared up at how gentle he was being. “Why are you like this?” You mumbled out and Bucky just snorted. “My alpha’s all protective over you, always was.” He became still the moment the words were out of his mouth fearing that you’d get mad at him.
“I like that.” He let out a relieved breath when you said this. He buried his nose in your neck and inhaled deeply. “Your scent drives me crazy, bunny, only I know how I’ve managed to keep my hands off you.” He licked and sucked on your neck until it was wet with his saliva.
His eyes locked on the place your mating bite was supposed to be, all he had to do was bite and you’d be his forever, but he shook himself out of the thought. He jerked his cock in his hands twice before lining it up with your hole. He closed his eyes and growled when his headed finally popped into your tight heat.
Just the head of his cock was making you feel overwhelmed and by the time he was halfway in, you began squirming. “Bucky.. I don’t… I don’t think I can take it.” Bucky was slowly thrusting his way into you. Pulling back and pushing in until you took an inch more of him.
“You can take me bunny, I know you can.” He didn’t want to hurt you, he possibly couldn’t, his alpha hindbrain was crazy for keeping you safe and sated. You curled your fingers into the comforter and shut your eyes when his entire length was buried within your walls.
You hadn’t ever felt more full in your life and your omega brain was preening with the sensation. Bucky gave you a moment to settle before thrusting into you. He began slow and calculated and increased his pace until he was going hard and frantic.
His metal hand was holding your hip tightly and you knew it was going to bruise soon. And you liked that your alpha was leaving his mark on you. You had sex before, but this was unlike any you ever had. You were sure Bucky had ruined you for anyone else, the way he was gentle and yet fucked you better than anyone else.
“I’m glad you feel that way bunny.” You bit your tongue when you realised you’d said your thoughts out loud. “You have no idea what you do to me, you literally make me crazy for you. I’m going to ruin you for every other man, bunny. You’re mine, only mine!”
“Oh Bucky, yes! I’m yours, only yours.” You craved out as he fucked you into the mattress. Bucky veiny cock was rubbing your right spots and you felt the heat in your core rise. You wanted Bucky, no you needed him more than you needed water. You wanted to belong to him, forever.
“Make me yours alpha, bite me!”
Bucky froze when he heard your plea. He knew you were on the peak of your heat, and you definitely didn’t mean it. But it was so difficult convincing his alpha side which was doing backflips with the prospect of you wanting him just as much as he wanted you.
You began fucking yourself on his cock when he didn’t move and Bucky realised that you needed him to be sane at the moment. You were vulnerable and he wasn’t going to take advantage of that, no matter what his primal instincts shouted him to do.
Holding you still again, he began fucking you with the same passion. Bucky knot was swollen and it tugged just the right was on your walls. “Bucky!” You sobbed when you felt yourself grow closer. Bucky growled when you chanted his name and it was all it took for you to fall down the edge of pleasure.
You muffled your screams into the pillow as you came harder than you ever had. Your body convulsed as you experienced this euphoria and tears slipped from your eyes from the sheer intensity of it. Feeling your walls clench down on him, Bucky couldn’t hold back any longer and pushed his swollen knot into you before coming.
You arched your neck and Bucky’s jaw ached with the need to sink his teeth into your soft flesh and claim you. His face were dangerously close to your neck as you blissfully came beneath him, your scent was making him growl like a caveman. But before he could do something terrible, Bucky quickly bit down on his metal arm.
Bucky’s knot prolonged your orgasm and you weren’t aware of your surroundings. All you cared for was your alpha and his cock buried deep within you. Soon, you felt him press little kisses on your face, neck and shoulder and you practically melted under his love.
When you calmed down and the frenzy heat began dissipating, you noticed that Bucky was still pressing kisses into you skin while murmuring sweet words. Now that your brain was functioning again, you remembered what Bucky had done towards the end.
“Bucky..,” you called his name and he hummed from behind. “Thank you. I was out of it when I asked you to… umm, mark me. But thank you for not actually doing it.” Bucky’s knot still hadn’t gone down so Bucky was spooning you from behind. He turned you around and kissed you sweetly.
“You told me you trusted me. I couldn’t break that trust.” Just these words brought back tears to your eyes. Unlike his appearance, he was the sweetest guy you’d ever met. And you didn’t ever want to lose him under any circumstances.
You believed him and Steve that one day this regime was going to fall. But what after that? Would he leave you? Did he have a lover? “Bucky, do you love someone?” You asked the dreaded question. But no matter what you did, you weren’t prepared for the answer as he whispered back, “Yes.”
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You kept walking around the big hall of the house in circles while anxiously fidgeting with your fingers. You eyes were glued to the door of the house and you were desperately waiting for Bucky’s arrival.
Yesterday, Hydra’s rule had finally fallen, just like Bucky had promised and it was the happiest day of your life. You had danced like an idiot in the house and thrown away the collar. But that had been yesterday, and you still hadn’t heard from Bucky.
In a way you had, the news were flashing photos of Bucky and Steve and lauding them for their bravery and while the fact that Bucky himself was the Winter Soldier was classified for the public, you knew what sacrifices Bucky had done to get this freedom and it brought tears to your eyes.
Bucky had been the one to kill Pierce and the fact was like a soothing balm to your burning ache. The other high ranking alphas had been arrested by now and the law was now looking for the lower rankers who had still committed crimes.
But in all of this, you had no clue where Bucky was. He hadn’t called neither had he visited you. Before he had gone, he had warned you not to leave the house until he came back and you were going to listen to this order. So all you could do in the huge walls of this house, was wait.
Your ears perked up when you heard a car pull up in your driveway and you began running towards the door when you saw it was Bucky. There was a little dried blood on his body and a few bandages as you opened the door and flung yourself into his arms.
Bucky caught you and spun you around as you laughed in joy and freedom. “You’re free!” Bucky shouted as he kept holding you up, not letting you down. “I know and it’s the best feeling in this entire world! Thank you Bucky. Thank you so much!”
You surged up to kiss Bucky and he kissed you like the soldier returning from war that he was, desperate and yet loving. You conveyed the words you couldn’t speak through that kiss. You wanted to scream to the world and tell everyone how much you loved Bucky, but instead you settled on letting him kiss you silly.
“Are you okay? Are you hurt? Do you need something? Why are you late?” You couldn’t stop your worried self from bombarding him with questions. “I’m fine, really. They patched me up well and I’m okay now. I was late because we had to literally form the whole government in one day and it was very hectic. Though I realise I should’ve at least called you.”
“It’s okay though. You’re good and that’s all I want.” You replied earnestly. “Hmm. Come on, let’s pack our bags.” Bucky replied excitedly as you two walked upstairs and you nodded with enthusiasm. You knew Bucky didn’t own this house, it was given to him by Hydra so you were glad you were going to move out of it.
“Do you know Tony offered me a place to stay?” Bucky asked as if it wasn’t a big deal. “Tony who?” You didn’t get who he was talking about. “Tony stark! The billionaire.” You mouth fell open at Bucky’s words. “Oh my goodness! Tony freaking stark offered you a place to stay? Really? But where? And how? You can’t keep me guessing.”
“There were a lot many of us who were working secretly to throw over hydra, stark was one of us and we called our group the Avengers. So now stark has decided to build a tower where we can all stay and work together. I’m momentarily shifting to a small flat in Brooklyn but I can’t wait to move in with the rest. I’m sure you’ll be dying to go to your house.”
You were giggling with childish excitement until the last sentence. All this time, you had thought you’d move in with Bucky and live with him. But you were suddenly reminded of the cold reality. All the bonding agreements done under Hydra’s jurisdiction were now annulled and that included you and Bucky.
You weren’t mates anymore.
Bucky saw the way your face dropped, “What happened?” He asked sincerely. Of course he was oblivious to your feelings. It had been three months since you’d known Bucky identity and had shared heat, and after that each and every day you fell more and more in love with him.
“Can I hug you?” You wanted to be held by him one last time before you parted your ways. He extended his hands and made grabby gesture. You couldn’t stop the tears as he hugged you tightly. You wished you were lucky enough to get this man’s love.
“Hey! Look at me. Why are you crying bunny?” He titled your chin up to look at him in the eyes. After that night, he always called you bunny now. You shook your head as you wiped the never ending tears with the back of your hands. “Nothing.. I’m just… I’m just gonna miss you.”
You started crying harder when Bucky didn’t say anything back. Instead he just looked at you as if he was given a high volt shock. “You’ll miss me? Really?” His words sounded unbelieving. “Of course I’ll miss you, you idiot. I’ve been here for four months with you, and a pretty alpha like you is hard to forget.”
You were somewhat angry with his for being so oblivious. Like you literally kissed him when he came back and he was still thinking you didn’t like him. You felt a little relieved when Bucky cracked a smile. “I’m glad you think I’m pretty.” He said with a smirk.
“Won’t you miss me?” You asked. Bucky rubbed the tear tracks on your cheek and looked at you with an expression that felt too much like love. You weren’t sure if you were imagining it, but it felt nice. “I’ll more than just miss you.”
Your heart skipped a beat at his confession. “Yeah? What else do you wanna say? Because I think there’s something both of us want to tell but are probably too scared to say it aloud.” You gathered all your courage to say these words. “You’re right. Why don’t we say it together? God, I hope it’s the same thing or you’ll probably kill me.” He joked.
“One…. Two… Three.”
“I love you!”
“I’m in love with you!”
You both said in unison, your words overlapping. You both shouted happily as a happy looked cross both of your faces, it was actually the best day of your life. “I love you so much, bunny. But I thought you didn’t love me back.” He circled his arms around you and pulled you into a kiss. “You’re the biggest idiot I’ve ever met. But I love you, so so much.”
One moment you were giggling and the next you were on the bed lying under Bucky. You carelessly undressed each other as you smiled and laughed. Bucky was pressing kisses to your face and you’d noted that he loved doing that. You were so glad that Bucky was such an attentive lover.
“Bucky… I want to be your mate.”
Bucky stopped for a minute as he looked down at you before smiling widely, “I want that too. I’ve wanted it for so long now. Thank you.” The way Bucky always felt honoured when you let him do something always boosted your ego. You felt like a goddess whenever you were with him.
“Bite me now Bucky. Make me yours.” You whispered in between wet kisses. You couldn’t wait for the bond to sing in your blood. You went to turn around on your stomach but Bucky stopped you. “I want to see your face as I make you mine.”
His fingers traced your wet folds but this time, you stopped him. “I need you Bucky and I need you now. Please don’t make me wait for I’ve already waited too long.” He spread your legs and settled in between. “Are you sure?” He asked he lined his cock with your weeping entrance.
“More than anything.” He entered you in a single long stroke and your toes curled at the addictive sensation of being so full of Bucky. You placed your hands on his shoulders as he began moving inside you. You both maintained eye contact and you swore you were going to lose yourself into those blue depths.
You pressed kisses on the column of Bucky’s neck and those kisses soon turned into little nibbles. You loved your tongue over it to soothe the flesh and when you pulled back, you realised you’d left a map of marks over his neck. Seeing him marked up because of you, made an intense feeling flare up within you.
You let your hand drift over his cold metal arm until you reached his palm and interlocked your fingers with his. He pushed your hand and held it over your head as you kept squeezing his palm while his flesh hand was settled on your hip as he made love to you.
His thrusts became uncoordinated and soon you felt his knot form at the base. You knew you were close, but you needed a little more. You relished in the way his alpha scent enveloped you as the blockers wore off. And now you couldn’t wait to spend the rest of your life being comforted by this scent.
“Bucky, please make me yours.”
Bucky grunted and kissed you messily before sucking on your neck. He traced his tongue over your sensitive skin and made sure you were relaxed before he sank his teeth in. You climaxed at the exact moment he claimed you as his.
The feeling was so passionate that you felt the little tug of the strings that connected your soul to Bucky’s. You didn’t know where you ended and where he began, for now you were one entity, bonded forever. In this life and the next.
You felt Bucky cum in you as he achieved his pleasure and this doubled down your sensations. This felt like a perfect moment, one you’d never forget and keep really close to your heart. A serene feeling washed over you and you fluttered your eyes shut to just enjoy the moment.
As usual, Bucky was dotting over you when you came down from the immense high. He was licking over the bonding mark as he purred. When he saw your eyes focus back on him instead of your glassy look, he smiled and kissed you on your lips. You were too lax to respond so you just let him explore your mouth.
“Bucky, remember when I asked you during my last heat if you loved someone and you said yes.. was it me you were talking about?” You mumbled in a post orgasmic haze. “You have a pretty sharp memory. And yes, it was you. I don’t know when exactly but I’ve loved you for a very long time now.”
“Hmmm. Same here.” You replied back. “Wait. I forgot to tell you something.” You got a little worried at Bucky’s serious tone. “What happened?” You tried searching his eyes for any sign of problem. “Oh, don’t get worried bunny, it’s nothing bad, actually it’s something very good.”
“Are you going to stop playing around and tell me what it is!” You playfully slapped your alpha and he chuckled. “Yeah yeah. Actually we are starting a shelter for all the people who suffered through these past few months, especially omegas. And when we were discussing, Steve and I suggested your name. So would you be interested in looking after the project?”
Your eyes twinkled with happiness. You always wanted to help people with a burning passion and this was the best way to go through. By working again, you’d reclaim your own life that you had lost and you’d be able help so many others like you. This opportunity was perfect. “I’d love to Bucky. I’d love to.”
You didn’t know if there was anyone up above writing the pages of your fate. But if there indeed was someone, you’d like to thank them for somehow making you meet Bucky Barnes.
A/N: Heyy my lovelies! ❤️ I went crazy with this fic and i'm kinda proud of it and i hope you all like it. I really enjoyed writing this fic. It's extremely filthy though.
Requested: Can I get Colby that’s so head over heels in love with reader and wants to treat them so well so they go on a date BUT he puts a vibe in the reader and tease them before coming home and just giving them everything they want
Word Count: 3k
Warnings: 18+ ONLY!! Dom!Colby, Sub!Reader, unprotected sex, daddy kink, praise kink, slight stomach bulge, public, sex toy, slight cockwraming near the end, orgasm denial, oral (receiving), squirting.
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Colby couldn’t get enough of you. He couldn’t kiss you enough, couldn’t cuddle you enough, couldn't hug you enough and he definitely couldn’t fuck you enough. He absolutely yearned for the feeling of your walls clenching around him, your never-ending warmth that made both his heart and dick flutter. Today was no different.
“Your eyes better be closed” Colby says from inside his closet while you stand in his bedroom with your hands covering your eyes.
“They are, can you hurry up. We’re gonna be late for the party.” You giggle.
You feel Coby’s dominating presence standing before you, it took everything in you to not look into his piercing blue eyes.
“You need to keep your eyes closed but put your hands out for me, love” Colby instructs and you obey.
You feel a small box be placed into your hands. Your eyebrows furrow in confusion. You open your eyes and look up at Colby’s darkening eyes and look down to what he placed in your hands.Your eyes widen and a gasp leave your mouth. It was a remote-controlled vibrator.
“I thought we could spice up our sex life a little. Do you like it?” He asks, resting his hands on your hips, pulling you closer to his body.
“I’m a little flustered but I think this can be really fun,” You say, your cheeks heating up and your core getting wetter the more you think about how this toy can be used. Colby notices your sudden change.
“Let’s use it tonight” Colby suggests, his hands rubbing from your hips to your ass and back up again. You eyes widen at his suggestion but you can’t help but entertain the idea.
“Don’t we have to charge it though?” You ask. Colby’s lips stretching into a smirk.
“It comes with half battery and I doubt we’ll be there long, you’ll be desperate to come home once you see how good this toy will make your pussy feel.” He whispers the last part in your ear, goosebumps rising along your skin. You bite your bottom lip to suppress a moan.
“I’m in” You say, Colby smiling and eyes darkening at your answer.
“Let me help you with that” Colby says mischievously. Taking the box from your hands and opening it. Inside it is a small bullet that has a magnetic clasp that slips into the opening of any underwear and a remote control that’s in the shape of a ring. He takes out the vibrator and the ring to set it up. A few minutes pass and the toy is ready to go.
Colby slips the ring on his finger and gets down on his knees. He lightly grazes his hands under your dress and up your thighs. Your hand resting on the back of his neck. Colby’s fingers toy with the waistband of your underwear, asking for your consent. With a hastened nod of your head, Colby drags your underwear down your legs with a soft chuckle. He snakes a hand in between your thighs and drags a finger through your wetness. You let out a moan at the contact.
“Damn, baby. You’re soaked” He says before slipping a ringed finger into your pussy. Your knees almost give out at the slight fill of his finger, gripping his neck tightly. As quickly as his finger entered you, it left. Colby slips the bullet in and clasps it in place and gently pulls your underwear up.
He stands to his full height and looks at your red and flustered face. He swipes his thumb on the ring to the left and the vibrator buzzes to life, on full speed. You double over and hold onto Colby as a loud moan escapes your mouth.
“Too strong” You gasp out, getting closer to your climax earlier than you would like. Colby swipes his thumb to the right and the vibrator slows to a soft hum. You stand up straight and wonder what the hell you’ve gotten yourself into.
“This is going to be fun” Colby says.
“This is going to be torture” You reply, trying to catch your breath. He double taps the ring to get it to stop and you let out a sigh of relief
You and Colby grab your things and make your way to Sam’s apartment for pizza night. The whole way there Colby was fiddling with the remote, edging you multiple times to the point where you almost throttled him. You two finally enter the bustling apartment with Colby leading the way and your hand clasped in his. You say hello to everyone and the last people you need to greet was Sam and Kat. Colby and him hug while you hug Kat and vice versa.
“Wow, cool ring dude.” Sam said pointing to the remote on Colby’s finger. You take hold of Colby’s hand and hold his upper arm with the other.
“Its super cool. The silicone is super soft. Feel it.” He says, a smirk tugging at his lips. Your heart sinks in your chest. Sam swipes the ring and the speed is turned to max.
The buzzing against your wet folds and swollen clit feels like heaven. You grip Colby’s hand and arm tightly, holding in your moan as best you could but you didn’t know how long you can handle it. You were about to let Colby know but he lowered the buzzing to a bearable amount before you could speak. Your grip loosens on his arm and hand.
“That feels awesome, you gotta tell me where you got it.” Sam says but is called away along with Kat by other guests, leaving you two alone.
“I don’t know how much more I can take. I need you” You whimper, feeling your pussy throb in frustration.
You push your body against Colby’s, his hands instinctively grabbing your hips. Your one hand on his chest and the other on the back of his neck, pulling him in for a kiss. You connect your lips with his, wasting no time in exploring his mouth with your tongue, earning a groan to your satisfaction. His hands slide down to your ass, squeezing it in his palms, pressing your wet pussy against his growing bulge, his mouth swallowing your gasp. You break away for air, resting your forehead on his.
“If you’re a good girl for daddy and not cum, I’ll give you anything you want when we get home. How does that sound?” Colby pants, trailing his fingers up and down your waist.
“Anything?” You ask.
“Anything you want and it’s yours, baby” Colby says. “But you have to behave” he adds.
“Okay, daddy.” You say. Colby leans down to capture your lips with his in a slow and teasing pace.
“Now let’s go and mingle” He says, grabbing your hand and leading you into the crowd.
You enjoyed the pizza night but every time Colby saw you talking with anyone he would dial up the intensity ever so slightly to tease you. It’s torture but the reward at the end of the night will be worth it.
At a point in the night everyone gathered around to play never have I ever. You were looking for a place to sit when suddenly you were yanked onto someone’s lap. You look to see it was Colby with a smirk on his face. He leaned down to press a kiss to your cheek, you grinned at the action. You move slightly to adjust your position when you suddenly feel Colby’s hardening dick against your core. Just imagining that without a few layers he would be inside you right now has chills of excitement run down your spine.
“Careful, kitten” Colby rasps in your ear. His arm coming around to lay on your thighs, his other hand resting on your hip, stroking it gently with his thumb.
Your attention is torn away from your sexy boyfriend by Sam’s voice explaining the game and the rules. You tune out and think about all the ways Colby’s going to fuck you when you two get home and you couldn’t be more excited.
The game goes on when you suddenly think of an idea that may or may not get you into trouble. You might suffer more but you’ll endure it to see the look on Colby’s face. You gently trail your fingers along his hand that rests on you thighs, getting closer and closer to the ring on his finger. You brace yourself for what’s about to happen when you swipe your finger across the ring, turning it to max intensity. You open your legs wider so the vibrator presses against his hardening cock.
Colby suddenly grips your hip and thighs, taking a deep breath in at the sudden sensation. He leans his head in the crook of your neck, trying to compose himself. The bullet abusing your swollen clit and the feeling of Colby’s hard cock against your pussy drives you wild but you hold it together.
“I can feel your wetness through my jeans, kitten” He rasps in your ear, sending goosebumps down your arms and heat to your core.
“Why don’t you do something about it then?” You sass back.
“I find it quite hard to believe that you haven’t cum yet, baby” He says, looking into your sex crazed eyes.
“Seeing you squirm underneath me gives me the strength not to.” You say, reaching towards his fingers and double-tapping the ring to stop the toy. Both of you let out a sigh of relief.
“Hey Sam, y/n and I gotta go, thank you for an amazing night man.” He said before lifting you to your feet before standing up, Colby making sure you’re standing in front of him. You give everyone a wave before you’re yanked out of the apartment by your hand.
Colby rushes you two home and before he could lock the door you pounce on him. You press him against the door and crash your lips onto his. You peel off his jacket and let it drop to the ground. Colby grabs you by the waist and spins you around so your back is pressed against the door.
“I’m in charge here, kitten. Don’t forget that” Colby pants against your lips. He reaches for the hem of your dress and breaks apart the kiss to take it off you, leaving you in your bra and soaked underwear.
“Bedroom, please” You pant, desperation clear in your voice.
Colby taps your thigh signalling you to jump, once you do his hands cup your ass. He leads you to the bedroom and eases you onto the bed, situating himself in between your legs. You break the kiss to peel off his t-shirt and fumble with his belt.
“Eager are we?” Colby teases.
“Shut up,” You sass finally unbuckling his belt and undoing his jeans. Colby kicks off his pants and is left with his boxers, tented boxers. Just thinking about his thick cock filling you up has your mouth-watering.
Colby takes your wrists in one hand and pins them at the top of your head.
“These stay here, kitten” Colby instructs. You immediately start shaking your head, you’ve been aching and yearning to touch him all night.
“Please, daddy. I want to touch you.” You whine. You know you hands aren’t actually bound but the act of obedience makes heat travel to your already soaked core.
“You will, kitten. Daddy wants to taste you first.” He rasps before letting go of your wrists.
Colby connects his lips with yours, explore your mouth with his tongue, you letting out whimpers and whines. His lips trail down from your lips to your neck down the valley of your breasts. He reaches around you and unclasps your bra, trailing it up your arms and throwing it somewhere in the room. His mouth immediately sucking on your nipple, his fingers playing with the other one. You let out a loud moan at the contact.
“Please daddy, I need your mouth.” You beg. Your hips rolling against his for some friction.
“Anything you want, kitten” He groans.
Colby trails his lips down your body until he gets to the apex of your thighs. His tongue flattening over the material of your underwear, you groan at the heat of his tongue. He hooks his fingers in your underwear and gently removes them.
“My god, baby. You’re dripping” Colby says in awe. Luckily he doesn’t waste time and starts lapping up your juices. His tongue flicking against your sensitive clit makes your back arch from the bed.
“Uh-Uh. Fuck, daddy.” You moan loudly, not caring who might hear. Colby wraps his tongue around your clit and sucks making you let out a pornographic moan.
“Ahhh, I’m close daddy, so close.” You scream out. Your hands still above your head, itching to tangle your fingers in his hair and push him further into your pussy.
Colby rips his mouth away from your pussy, you whine in protest.
“Fuck, you taste so good baby.” He says, taking off his boxers and situating himself in-between your legs again. He grabs a pillow from next to you and taps your thigh. You lift your hips and he places the pillow underneath you.
He leans down and takes your wrists down from above your head. You immediately tangle your hands in his hair and pull him down to your lips. Your legs wrapped around his waist, his head nudging at your centre. Colby reaches down and guides his dick into your soaking pussy. He slides in with ease. You let out a moan at the feeling of Colby’s throbbing dick stretching your aching pussy.
“Fuck, even so wet you’re so tight for me, baby” he grunts, bottoming out.
“You’re so deep Colbs, you fill me up so good” You moan.
Colby starts thrusting inside you, setting up a rhythm, his balls slapping abasing your ass. More. You need more.
“Harder, daddy. Please.” You beg.
He gets up on his knees, wrapping one leg around his waist and taking the other to rest it on his shoulder. He thrusts his hips harder into you. Your eyes rolling back, loud moans escaping your mouth.
“Uhuhuh - Colby. Oh god. Oh god. You make me feel so good.” You ramble, your head getting lighter and lighter. You lock eyes with him, seeing the absolute awe and adoration in his eyes almost makes you cum right there and then. You look at where you two are connected and your eyes roll to the back of your head again at seeing the slight tummy bulge from Colby’s dick. You take Colby’s hand and place it on your stomach.
“You feel that? That’s how deep you are. That’s how good you make me feel.” You pant.
“Fuck baby. Don’t say things like that. Your words and heavenly pussy are not going to make me last long.”He pants.
You moan at his words, reaching down to rub your clit but Colby moves your hand away and rubs it in small circles. You cry out, your orgasm building in your abdomen.
“Colby, I’m gonna cum. Fuck I’m gonna cum.” You whimper.
“Cum for me, kitten” He groans, not losing rhythm.
You finally let go of the orgasm you’ve been holding in the whole night, your eyes rolling, your back arching off the bed and feeling more wet than normal. Once you come down from your high a bit you lock eyes with Colby, his eyes wide and shocked, slowing his thrusts a little.
“What?” You ask. He continues his merciless pace.
“You just squirted. Fuck that was so hot. I need to pull out but you feel so fucking good, kitten. Your pussy grips me so well” He says, his thrusts becoming sloppy. Your eyes widen but you pussy clenches in answer
“Cum inside me, daddy. Paint my walls white with your cum.” You beg. Colby’s body tenses at your words.
“Are you sure?” He asks seriously. His thrusts pausing slightly.
“Yes, Colbs.” You reassure. Those words were all he needed when his thrusts continued, clenching your walls around his dick
“Fuck baby, do that again,” He asks, his eyes screwed shut in pleasure. You do it again, he moans in response.
Colby wraps your legs around his waist and leans down, capturing your lips in a heated kiss. You tighten your legs around his waist and scratch your nails down his back.
“I’m cumming, fuck kitten, I’m cumming” He groans before his hips still against yours. You feel hot ropes of his cum fill your pussy, moaning at the feeling of being filled. Both of you panting.
Once he emptied himself he moved to get a towel but you stop him.
“Can we just lay here for a bit?” You ask.
“Of course, baby” He says, reaching between you to remove his cock but you stop him again.
“With your dick inside” You add, a small smile on your face. Colby smiles and nods, turning on his side, pulling you against his body.
You two lie in each other’s arms for a while until you remembered.
“I squirted” You say to yourself. Colby chuckles at your realisation.
“Indeed you did, kitten. First time that’s happened. Definitely using that toy again” He says, a smirk on his face.
“Oh definitely” You agree.
Thinking back on everything that happened made you horny again and by the hardening of Colby’s cock he was too. You push him so he’s lying flat on his back and straddle his hips, moaning at the feeling of having him so deep.
careful what you wish for: halloween special // colby brock
A/N: i've been asked countless times over for a sequel to the sequel and so... here's what i got for you: choose your own adventure ! will you choose vampire!sam or demon!colby? or maybe you'll indulge yourself with both fics. either way, your night is gonna be very busy ;) happy halloween ! hope you enjoy.
prompt: you really wished that sam and colby would come back after not seeing them for a while. and on halloween night, colby decides to pay you a visit that was worth the wait. || demon!colby x reader
trigger warning: DEAR LORD SMUT, surprisingly colby is nice to you... but only for so long lol, supernatural powers, you are controlled by colby but you agreed to it, mutual masturbation, vibrator usage, lots of dirty talking, cum swallowing (but no oral), spitting in mouth, lots of commands, cursing, rough sex, "bondage", mentions of: princess, baby, sweetheart, plaything, unlike the other fic sam's not dead... he's just scaring trick-or-treaters lol
word count: 2903
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You had longed for Sam and Colby to return to you. It was hard to believe that statement was true, since you had hated them for such a long time. But you soon realized that you couldn't help but want them around. It had been a while since you last saw them, and you were itching to see them again; for them to bring you pleasure like before. The worse thing about them is no matter how much you yearned for them, they only came around when they wanted to.
But it seemed like they planned on coming by soon.
They always liked to leave you clues that they were near. Colby recently had started showing up in your dreams. And at first, you thought it was just your mind playing tricks on you. But then, he started speaking to you in your dreams, doing things that clearly meant he was the one in control, not you.
The latest dream you had about him had you tied down to the bed. Colby stared down at you, his eyes filled with lust. He lowered his mouth to your ear and whispered lowly, "Soon, princess." And then you woke up.
You hated his teasing. But in a sick and twisted way, you loved it too.
On Halloween night, you decided to turn in early and get ready for bed. You showered, changed into some comfy pjs, and laid down. You could feel yourself drifting off to sleep, when suddenly you could feel a presence in your room.
You opened your eyes, peering around, but didn't see anything. You turned over, laying down on your back. You closed your eyes again, relaxing into your bed.
“Trick-or-treat.” Colby’s voice spoke.
Your eyes sprung open, a gasp leaving your mouth. You stared up at him, his body looming over yours. "Jesus, Colby! You scared me."
He laughed, pulling himself away. “My apologies. There's no subtle way to wake you up, especially if I'm sneaking into your room.”
You huffed, sitting up. “You could just... not do that.”
“And what, use the front door? Where's the fun in that?” Colby scoffed.
You rolled your eyes, turning on the light. “Where's Sam?”
“He's out scaring kids.” He deadpanned.
You exhaled. “What?”
“I told you before, that man is sick in the head. So, I decided to pay you a visit to pass the time. What did you dress up as for Halloween?” Colby asked, sitting down in a chair at the end of your bed.
“Nothing. I didn't go out this year.” You answered.
“Lame. And yet... you're still so sexy.” His eyes narrowed, dancing across your body.
“Right, because my basic pjs are sexy.” You blinked.
“When on you? Of course.” His voice suddenly changed to a slight mischievous tone, “Would you like to know something special about tonight?”
“What?” You questioned.
He leaned forward in the chair. “On Halloween... my powers are at their strongest.”
You felt your heart skip a beat for a moment, “Really?”
“Oh yeah. I already have decently strong abilities, but Halloween just brings them out more.” He commented, “I basically could make you do whatever I want you to.”
“Can't you already do that?” You jested.
“Sure, but the difference is now I could make you do it without even realizing it. But I think it would be more fun if you allowed me to take control.” Colby turned his head slightly, catching your eye, “Don't you want that?”
"I..." Your voice trailed off, unsure how to answer.
“C'mon, princess. I know it's been a while since you've let off some steam.” His voice dropped low, slightly above a whisper. “When was the last time you touched yourself?”
"It's been... a minute." You admitted.
“Well, why don't you do that for me?” His voice was dripping in sweetness.
You swallowed hard, “I don't think I-”
Colby cut you off, his tone calm, “Let me take control, just for tonight. You don't have to make a single decision; or think for that matter. Let me take over your body.”
He gazed into your eyes deeply, your mind becoming foggy. You couldn't say it out loud, but the idea of him taking control had an effect on you already. You could feel yourself growing wetter by the second. You hummed, nodding your head. And Colby smiled lightly.
He closed his eyes for a moment, then opened them once more. "Take your clothes off."
You felt your body move without you telling it to, your hands reaching down to the bottom of your shirt and pulling it over your head, your breasts exposed. You stood up, and you slid your shorts and panties off. You were completely naked and vulnerable.
His eyes snaked up and down your body. “Beautiful... Do you have any toys?”
“Toys?” Your voice trembled.
“How do you get yourself off when me and Sam aren't around?” He asked sincerely.
“I have a vibrator.” You confirmed.
“Get it out.” He stated.
You yanked open your side table drawer, pulling out a little vibrator.
He chuckled, “Isn't that a cute color... Come over here, baby.”
You stepped slowly towards Colby, stopping directly in front of him.
Colby placed his hands on your hips, rubbing them gently. “How are you feeling so far?”
“Honestly... I'm kinda freaking out. This is very weird.” You spoke truthfully.
He glanced down at your sex, and back up at you. "And yet, you're turned on too. I can see how wet you.”
Your breath hitched. “Mhmm.”
“Do you want to keep going?” He inquired.
You nodded. “Yeah.”
“If you want to stop, just say so. I'll respect your wishes.” He responded.
You raised an eyebrow at him. “You're being weirdly nice to me.”
He shook his head, “I'm a demon, Y/N. Not a monster.”
Colby cupped your face, his eyes trailing all over your body. His other hand drifted down your torso, tracing lines across your skin. You closed your eyes, your body shuddering at his touch.
He lightly pushed your chin up, making you lock eyes with him once more. "On your knees, princess."
You bit your lip, praying that that would hold back the moan you wanted to release. You dropped to your knees slowly.
Colby smirked down at you. “I didn't even have to command you that time.”
You blushed, not even realizing he didn't force you.
You were in so deep, you couldn't help it.
“Start playing with yourself like you normally would.” He ordered suddenly.
The rush of fear and excitement coursed through you. Your hands moved automatically, placing the vibrator against your clit and turning it on to the lowest setting. The moment the vibrations tingled on your clit, the realization that you had no control over what you were doing hit you hard. Colby could make you do anything to your body right now, and you had no way to stop him.
Sure, you could tell him to stop. But... did you actually want him to was the real question.
Colby’s voice broke through your thoughts. “Look me in the eyes while you play with yourself.”
Your eyes glued to his instantly, your pussy throbbed at just his look. Colby leaned back in his chair, getting a full view of you. You let out the tiniest moan, your eyes fluttering at the sensation of the vibrator.
He licked his lips, “Turn it up higher.”
You did as you were told, a whimper falling from your lips. The vibrator grew more intense, your pleasure settling in low in your belly.
His face was puzzled. “Are you always this quiet when you touch yourself?”
“I-I do have neighbors.” You stuttered.
He rolled his eyes, “Who cares about your fucking neighbors? You're being too nice for their benefit. Be as loud as you want.”
You let out a shaky breath, closing your eyes. You moaned softly, grinding your hips into the vibrator.
"You don't know how sexy you look on your knees for me, princess." Colby hissed, grabbing his growing bulge, and rubbing himself through his jeans. "I could sit here and watch you all day play with yourself."
Your eyes glanced down at his crotch, the idea of his hard cock making your mouth water.
“Would you like that? Being my little plaything, just touching herself for hours? Be honest.” He dictated.
“I-I would love it.” You confessed.
“I know you would, sweetheart.” He leaned in close, his eyes never breaking contact. “You're always gonna be my little plaything. My good girl. Every time you touch yourself, you're gonna say my name. Isn't that right?”
“Yesssss.” You mewled.
“Good girl. And just for that, you deserve a little present.” Colby remarked smugly.
You furrowed your brows for a second, and then suddenly you felt two fingers slide inside of you. You trembled at the feeling, confused as to how that was happening.
“Oh my God!” You helplessly shouted.
“I know you like having me inside of you, and I figure this will help you out just a bit.” He teased.
The fingers curled inside of you, making your voice tremble. “Colby, fuck! H-how-?”
“It's magic, princess,” he laughed. “Let me get a little bit more comfortable.”
He tossed his shirt off his body and unbuckled his jeans. He reached inside his pants and pulled out his cock, jerking himself off slowly. “I'm gonna touch myself as I watch you touch yourself. You have no idea how gorgeous you look right now.”
You bit your lip hard, moving faster against the vibrator. The fingers inside of you thrusted faster, making your thighs shake in pleasure.
“Turn it up higher, sweetheart.” Colby bossed.
You turned it up to the highest setting, your cunt quivering as you felt yourself getting closer to your orgasm.
“Fuck, Colby. Oh God, that feels so good!” You purred.
“Stare at my cock, Y/N. Watch me jerk off. Look how hard you make me.” He grunted roughly.
You watched Colby's hand move up and down on his shaft, his member leaking with precum already. It took everything in you not to reach over and take his dick into your mouth.
You weren't allowed to suck him, but that's all you could think about doing. That, and rubbing your clit.
He bit his lip hard. “Getting close, baby?”
You nodded desperately. “Yeaahhh.”
“You want me so badly, don't you?” Colby taunted.
“Mhmm.” You whined, pushing the vibrator against you harder.
“Fuck yourself on my fingers faster. Rub yourself harder.” He ordered firmly.
You sped up your pace, the fingers inside of you doing the same. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head, the pleasure growing higher and higher. You could feel your body getting so close to the edge.
Colby's hand wrapped around your throat, your eyes bursting open as he closed the space between the two of you. He stared down into your eyes, still jerking himself off.
“Open your mouth.” He demanded.
Your lips popped open. Suddenly, Colby's spit landed on your tongue, surprising you. Arousal shot down your spine, your back arching.
He blinked, his eyes looking into yours. “Swallow.”
You closed your mouth, doing as you were told. Feeling his saliva slide down your throat made you hit your edge, your body gyrating against the invisible fingers and vibrator wantonly.
Colby added more pressure to your throat, squeezing hard enough to make you see stars for a second. "Princess..."
You begged breathlessly, “I'm so close, please....”
“Okay, baby.” Colby’s eyes turned black for a split second, “Come for me.”
Your body exploded in pleasure, your wails echoing off the walls of your room. Colby grinned down at you, relishing in your orgasm. "That's it, good girl. I know, baby. It's so good. Just come as long as you can."
You could feel your juices soak your vibrator and thighs, your body trembling until you finally could relax. The fingers disappeared and you were able to turn off your vibrator.
Colby pushed forward in his seat, jacking himself off faster and faster, his cock right in front of your face. “I'm so close, princess. Do you want to taste me?”
You mumbled a plea, still so high from your orgasm. “Yes. Please Colby?”
“Stick your tongue out.” He barked.
Your tongue fell out of your mouth. His swollen cock grew closer to your face, his tip inches away from your tongue.
"Fuck, sweetheart. I'm coming!" His cum shot out, spilling all over your tongue. It dripped down your chin and onto your chest as Colby grunted passionately.
When he finally stopped, he fell back against his chair. You swallowed the cum on your tongue, your body buzzing in ecstasy.
Colby exhaled deeply. “Baby, you ready for more?”
You nodded your head, smiling. He smirked, and within a blink of an eye you were on your bed. Colby hovered over you, gazing into your eyes. He moved your hands above your head, dragging them slowly. “Don't move them.”
You felt your hands freeze in place, and you tried to move but found you couldn't.
He bossed, edging your hips to the side of the bed as your legs hung over. “Spread your legs.”
Your legs opened immediately, Colby chuckling darkly. “I could get used to this.”
"No fair." You pouted.
“Don't frown, princess. It’s only for tonight…” He whispered huskily.
He lined himself up and slid inside of you instantly. You both groaned in unison at the feeling. You felt yourself squeeze around him, his hips shuddering as you did.
“God, baby.... You feel so fucking good. I missed being inside of you.” He moaned; his body pressed tightly against yours.
“F-fuck, Colby, please move.” You whimpered, wanting to touch him.
“I know I was gentle with you, and that was all fun and nice. But now...” His voice dropped, “I don't want to be.”
He pulled back and slammed himself deep into you, your body jolting with the movement. Your breath hitched, Colby keeping that pace.
“See, you deserve this, princess. You deserve to be fucked hard by me. And only me.” He grunted.
You shook with each thrust, voice faltering from the pleasure. “Yeaahhh.”
“You're mine forever, princess. No one can come between us.” He insisted.
“Colby, oh fuck-!” You cursed.
He gripped your hips tightly, ramming into you. “Sam can't do you like this, can he?”
You stuttered, “N-no.”
His voice was hoarse, pleasure dripping from every word. “I'm so much better than him. You want me more, don't you?”
“Yessss, fuck yes.” You sighed happily.
"Of course I'm better than him. I can make you come without even touching you. Like this," Colby bent down, his eyes meeting yours. "Come."
An orgasm ripped through you without warning, a high pitched cry leaving your lips loudly. Colby growled as he fucked you through your orgasm, "That's it, princess. Squeeze my cock harder."
You fucked yourself on his dick, gripping the blanket above your head. Your breath was labored even as your high lowered steadily. A light sheen of sweat glistened across your skin, your body feeling hot all over.
“Holy fuck, Colby! What the fuck was that?” You gasped, not able to catch your breath.
“Just me proving I'm better,” he replied smugly. “Don't you agree?”
You nodded your head thoughtlessly. “Yes, you're so much better.”
“That's fucking right.” He reached his hand down, holding your neck down against the bed. His hips moved faster, jackhammering into you hastily. You could feel yourself growing closer to another orgasm, your pussy ultra-sensitive.
“You want me to fill you up? Breed this cunt of yours?” Colby growled.
Your cunt pulsed at his words. You whined, unable to speak.
He choked out a laugh at your reaction, “You dream of being filled with my cum. I know you do. Admit it.”
You were depraved, “I want you to fill me with your cum!”
“God, fuck yes princess! I'm gonna explode inside of you, paint your fucking walls.” He gritted his teeth, his thrusts picking up speed.
“I'm so close, Colby!” You shouted, shaking against his hold.
“That's right baby, come for me again. Come for me hard.” He commanded.
You erupted in ecstasy as you came again. You screamed out, only able to say his name over and over again. Your pussy gushed around his cock, juices leaking down your inner thighs. He pounded into you harder and deeper until meeting his own end. He roared, his eyes turning black as he came deep inside of you.
He collapsed on top of you, pushing your body into the bed. You felt your hands being released from their invisible chains, able to move again. You slid your arms around Colby, sliding your hands up his back softly.
He pulled himself up, his face close to yours. His eyes were back to their original icy blue. You traced your fingers around his horns, surprised by how smooth they were. He leaned down quickly, kissing your lips softly.
“Did I miss anything?” Sam’s voice rang out suddenly.
You both turned towards Sam, his hand deep in a trick-or-treat bag.
“Did you steal that from a kid?” Colby questioned.
“Yes. He was mocking my people with his absolutely ugly-ass costume.” Sam spat.
Colby raised an eyebrow, his voice monotone. “Did you kill him?”
“No. But I did scare him shitless.” Sam beamed.
Colby turned back to you, exhaling. “I told you... he's crazy.”
⟶ 𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦:〝 in which you attempt to end the cat and mouse game between you and your roommate… by flirting with his best friend. 〞roommates au. pwp au.
❥ 𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔: taehyung x reader ft. jungkook
❥ 𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑟𝑒: barest hint of angst ⋆ slight fluff ⋆ smut
❥ 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡: 13k 🤡
⟶ 𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠: hard dom!taehyung, possessive/jealous!taehyung, big cock!taehyung, sub!reader, reader highkey embarasses herself but its okay, light humiliation, the slightest power play, degradation, dirty talk, spanking, teasing, wet and messy sex, reader got a wap ;), fingering, praise, edging, begging, brief orgasm denial, orgasm control, light male masturbation, cock sucking, rough/sloppy blowjob, face fucking, choking, gagging on cock, deep throating, crying, grinding, exhibitionism, voyeurism, unprotected sex, pussy stretching, slight breast/nipple play, biting, riding, rough & possessive sex, slight pain kink, begging, overstimulation, forced orgasm, multiple orgasms, squirting, creampie, cum play, cum feeding
➵ 𝑎/𝑛: me: commissions capped at 5k!! also me: a fucking clown
⏤ commissioned by @cypherft-v in exchange for a blm donation! // thank you to @luffles424 and @yeoldontknow for beta reading and ofc @shadowsremedy for editing ♡
Steam clouds the bathroom as you slide open the shower door and step out onto the bath mat: water vapour dancing around you as the chill of the bathroom is quickly replaced with the balmy heat. With a slight shiver - the droplets of water that bead your skin begin to evaporate, and you reach for your large, fluffy towel before wrapping it around your body. Once it’s secure, you step up to the mirror; looking at your reflection through the fogged glass as you take yourself in.
The towel sits loosely around your frame, clinging to the top of your chest before falling down around you - hiding your figure under the bulky terrycloth material. Beads of water trail along the flesh of your shoulders and down the outline of your collarbones before soaking into the hem of the towel. Turning your head to the left, and then to the right, you carefully examine yourself. Your short shower had washed up the little remnants of makeup you’d had on, but you don’t mind so much. In fact, you prefer it this way, because, in order for your plan to work, you had to make sure you look like you actually took a shower, and not that you just stood under the shower-head for five minutes biding your time away.
Glancing down at your phone, your heart picks up within the space of your ribcage. Taehyung will be here at any moment.
part of the once upon a holiday collab with @underthejoon @fantasybangtan @kpopfanfictrash @lamourche @hobidreams and @junghelioseok!
summary⇢ it all started by accident, but it continues by choice—even before you began sleeping together, things with your friend taehyung have always been comfortable and easy. simple, and this new arrangement between you is certainly no exception to that rule. well…that’s definitely what you thought before a major snowstorm traps the two of you in his apartment over the holidays. now? now, it is quickly becoming apparent that things are a bit more complicated than you realized.
pairing⇢ taehyung/reader
word count⇢ 18.8k 😩🤦🏽♀️
rating⇢ 18+
genre⇢ smut | fluff | fwb!au | snowed in!au
warnings⇢ sexual content, oral (m+f receiving), unprotected sex, fingering, a decent amount of netflix and chilling because they’re stuck in the house and horny, a lot of domesticity because mmm, that’s that good stuff 😌, angst, pininggggg
a/n⇢ it’s finally here!! 🙌🏾 i really procrastinated and let it fester until i was forced to churn 19k out in a couple weeks, huh ☠️☠️ classic me lmao. here’s to better planning in the new year! 🤣mood for this fic is this. hope you enjoy! 😊
A/N: God it's been a really long time since I posted a BTS story. I'm... nervous? This was obviously supposed to be posted during the summer, but I guess I have a habit of putting things off for six months. Anyway this is just fluff and smut. No angst. Hardly a plot. It’s a simple story. It’s just being in love with Taehyung. Sometimes you just want to be in love with Taehyung because life is hard and loving him is so very easy.
Every summer growing up your family went on exactly the same vacation. Three months out of the year your parents would bring you and your younger brother, Jungkook, to your vacation home on the Hawaiian island of Kauai. May, June, and July were spent on the island and there was never any variation. Winter holidays, you never knew where you were headed, but summers there was never a question.
The home your parents had bought was in a very private neighborhood right on the coast. It was an intimate neighborhood, there were only four homes in the immediate area. It wasn’t until you got older that you realized they were all oversized, when you were younger it just felt normal. There were no less than six bedrooms and eight bathrooms in any of the houses, despite all the families that owned them being relatively small. Each home had price tags bigger than most families would spend in their lifetimes. You knew that was the privilege of growing up in a wealthy family.
The nearest town, as well as other island occupants, were a half hour drive away, at a minimum. Which meant that over the years the four families, that only occupied their homes during the same summer months, had become very close in their tiny, private community.
Of all the kids in all four families you had been the oldest, but not by much. You were also one of only two girls, and you were outnumbered two to one. Both of your parents had expected that you and Jimin's sister, Hanni, would be the absolute best of friends. While you did spend a lot of time with her, especially when you were younger, she was less than your best friend out of the bunch. That label, as well as most of your time and attention, was reserved for Taehyung. Your summer boy.
Tae was barely older than your brother but for whatever reason, you tolerated him so much more easily than Jungkook. The gap in your ages never seemed to bother you and it definitely never mattered to him. His family occupied the house closest to yours. The pair of you would spend entire summers together. Sometimes you would join in with Jimin and Hanni, Jungkook, and Jin who stayed at the fourth house with his parents. Some summers Jin’s stepbrother, Namjoon, would come to the island as well but not always.
The entire group of you would run around like kids were supposed to during the summer. Chasing one another across all four, massive yards in games of tag. Getting lost for hours during hide and seek. Once in a while all of the kids would sleep over at one house or another and watch movies, eat junk food, and stay up until the early hours. When you were older spending time together meant running down to the beach to swim or camping under the stars. Or you’d spend the afternoon trekking into town for shaved ice and in general getting into trouble.
Mostly, however, it was just you and Tae. There was something about him. Even as kids he just sort of got you. When you were much younger it was summer’s climbing through the tropical foliage that separated your two homes and pretending you were exploring a jungle on a tiger hunt. Or as you got older it was reading comic books while you squished together in the white net hammock that his dad had tied up between two palm trees.
As teenager’s the two of you self-taught yourselves how to surf together when no one else was interested. Jin and Jungkook were too into video games and Jimin preferred to spend time with them. Hanni had been too focused on trying to grab the attention of your clueless brother. Most days it would be just the two of you who would head out to explore your little slice of island heaven together. He would ride his bike and you would cruise on your longboard beside him. That’s how you found your favorite spot on the entire island. A secret cove that you never even told Jungkook about. It was just for you two, you and Tae.
Then, as everyone tends to do, you grew up. As an unfortunate side effect you grew apart. It wasn’t intentional. In your first year of college you met your first real boyfriend. Suddenly going on vacations with your family felt like a burden and you’d started opting out. Instead you started taking trips during the summers with your boyfriend and college friends to places that were anywhere else. South Africa, Latin America, Russia. You took cruises to the Bahamas and backpacked through Europe. Summers were spent all over the world.
Even after you broke up with the boyfriend you still didn’t immediately start to make it on your family vacations again. Though you had missed the vacations and more specifically you’d missed Taehyung. This time it was because you were an adult, stuck at jobs that didn’t allow for that kind of time away. After you’d finally gotten a job that allowed for the time off that you needed, you were able to make it back to Kauai. However you still hadn’t seen Taehyung. His parents said he’d stopped coming on the trips too, just shortly after you. When you showed up again this year and he still wasn’t next door you started to wonder if you’d ever see your summer boy again.
“Bunny!” you said making your way into the living room. It was your second day on vacation and you’d already turned restless. Only your family and Taehyung’s parents had made it in so far. The neighborhood was far too quiet.
“No.” Jungkook responded flatly, not even bothering to look up from his phone screen as he laid out across the couch.
“At least let me say what I want to say before you shut me down.” you said bopping him on his head.
He scowled as he looked up at you and rubbed the spot you’d hit, “Fine, what?”
“Look what I found in the garage!” you said enthusiastically holding up two longboards that were covered in a thick layer of dust from being unused for years. Jungkook cringed at the filth of them. With perfect timing a dust bunny rolled off the board and planted itself on his shoulder. “Remember when we used to skate together? Let’s take them into town!”
His forehead creased, “Why would I want to take those when we have the side by side. We can just drive now? We’re not teenagers anymore, y/n, and I don’t want to look stupid.”
“Little too late for that...” you muttered under your breath.
“Now I definitely don’t want to go with you.”
“Oh, come on! Where is your sense of adventure, Bun?” you frowned, “Don't you want to go get lost somewhere?”
Jungkook grinned up at you, “I want you to get lost somewhere.”
“Ass.” you glared, “Whatever. Enjoy being inside all day on your phone, I guess.”
He called after you as you turned and left the room, “Oh, I will!”
For the rest of the morning you sat outside in the driveway. Dragging your dad's old, mostly unused toolbox out with you, you took apart the board and cleaned it up. For a while you were alone and then Taehyung’s mom came over for a chat and then your mom came out and they chatted with one another and then your dad and his dad. Then eventually they all moved to the backyard for drinks and even more chatting. Then you were left alone again to wonder at what age dull conversations like the one you’d just had to sit though would become something that interested you.
With clean wheels and freshly oiled bearings you set off down the road. It was pretty awkward for a while, it had been so long since you’d spent time on a board. By the time the sun set you were looking forward to taking it out for a real trip the next day. You would have liked to go into town with Kook, but you didn’t need him for a fun time.
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Each of the four homes had a backyard that opened up to the view of the water, and a dirt path that ran along the cliff's edge connected all four yards. In the center of the path there was a rickety looking white wood staircase that took you about halfway down the cliff side before hitting a plateau. There was another dirt path down there that wound its way down to a private stretch of beach that the four houses shared access to.
That’s where you’d been spending your mornings for the first week of your vacation. You would sit on the shore, with your hoodie shoved over your knees that you had tucked into your chest. Your toes digging into the cold sand as you waited for the sunrise. Once dawn hit you’d tear the hoodie from your body and swim out to try and meet the sun at the horizon. Usually you would get quite far away, the shoreline becoming barely visible, before coming back in. Then you would just stand there waist deep in the water for a while. Watching as each of the waves rolled in and crashed around your hips.
“Y/N!”
Standing in the water, toes sinking into the sand at your feet, you twisted to the side to see who was calling to you. At first, watching him move from the path through the sand, you didn’t recognize him. So much broader than you remembered ever seeing him before. He looked taller somehow, though it seemed unlikely he’d have grown vertically since you saw him last. Then you saw it, pearly whites visible from a mile away framed by his trademark boxy smile. The very one you’d been thinking about for days.
“Tae?” you called back, “ Kim Taehyung!”
He waved at you from the shore and you waded as quickly as you could back through the water. All you could think about doing was throwing your arms around his neck like you used to. When you’d nearly hit the shore, however, you had to stop yourself. You could see his smile falter at your hesitation.
“I’m soaking wet.” you explained, still ankle deep in ocean water. As if acting as proof, your hair was dripping relentlessly over your shoulders in a steady stream.
Just like that his smile was back in full force, threatening to blind you with its brightness, “I don’t care.”
Without questioning it at all you practically skipped the rest of the way out of the water, throwing your arms around his shoulders, squeezing him tightly. His arms wrapped around your waist and he pulled you flush against him. The water from your skin and bathing suit soaking into his shirt.
“I missed you so much, Tae. I’m so glad you’re here!” you squealed into his shoulder.
Taehyung kept his arms around you as you leaned out of the embrace. Your palm brushed against his sharp jaw as you cupped his face in your hands to take him in. Tae had always been cute, but the face smiling back at you was something else completely. He was so handsome, but the word didn’t seem to cover it.
“You look…” you let out a breath of a laugh, “so grown.”
The Taehyung standing in front of you was grown up. The way his heavy lidded gaze moved over you as he took you in as well made your pulse skyrocket like a grown up too. His hair was quite a bit longer than the last time you’d seen him, and he hadn’t styled it with way too much product like he had been doing back when you were teenagers. It was wavy and soft as it brushed against his eyebrows. Your eyes got stuck on the pink of his lips and you had to practically tear yourself away from the urge to kiss him that hit you hard. It was like a loose rock had tumbled down the cliff side and smacked you in the back of the head. You shook the thoughts of kissing from your head. What was wrong with you?
“Grown in a good way?” He smirked.
You flushed, “Yeah, of course”.
Leaning back further you took in his full frame. You figured he’d just gotten in as he was still wearing his travel clothes. Grey sweatpants, the legs pulled up to his knees, and an oversized plain white t-shirt that was now sporting opaque patches where the water had soaked through. A knot started to grow in your stomach. Even hidden away by the shirt you could tell how muscular his body was. Every part of him that you had touched felt...thicker. Very suddenly you were exceedingly aware of just how close you were but his embrace kept you from pulling away like your fight or flight instincts were telling you to do.
“I didn’t think you remembered me,” he said coyly, resting his gaze on your mouth, his Adam's apple bobbing in his throat.
“How could I forget you?” you asked, finally feeling his hold on you loosen. You moved back just a step, but he kept his hands on you, resting them on your hips. You wrapped your hands around his forearms which were absolutely thicker than they had been years ago, and smooth. And warm.
“‘You stopped coming.”
“Yeah, that’s true, it doesn’t mean I’d forgotten you. I’d started going on summer vacations with friends I’d met at university instead of coming back here with my family and then, I don’t know, life got busy.” You admitted solemnly and then after a second of thought landed a smack on his shoulder, “You haven’t been here for the last two years though! I know because I actually was!”
“I…” he blushed slightly, looking quite embarrassed.
“What?” your eyes sparkled with curiosity and it made his heart race.
“It wasn’t the same without you here. After the first couple of summers when you didn’t show I decided to do other stuff instead.”
“I can’t believe it’s been so long since we’ve seen each other.” Taehyung was so pleased at the way you couldn’t hide your excitement to be with him again. “I saw your mom, she said you weren’t coming.”
“I told her if you were here not to tell you I was coming. I was hoping you would be, I wanted to surprise you. Kook was out front when we pulled into the driveway. When he said you were down here I didn’t believe him. I had to come straight down and see for myself. You’re staying all summer right?” he asked hopefully.
“Definitely am now that you’re here, summer boy.” you pulled him in for another hug.
~
The next handful of days passed by in a flash and the pair of you were just as inseparable as ever. During that week Jin had shown up with his family as well. A couple of afternoons found the four of you hanging out down at the beach or going into town for a shaved ice or dinner.
Everything felt so back to normal and also very brand new at the same time. It was weird doing adult things like getting dinner together without your parents and having conversations about jobs, politics, and relationships. Jin even told everyone he was thinking of buying a house by next spring. It was the same as ever in that the energy was still so fun and youthful. Jungkook and you bickering at one another just to annoy each other. Jin making horrible jokes that made everyone laugh, either at the joke or at how ridiculous he was for thinking it was funny in the first place. You were both children like you’d always been and grownups like you were learning to be. It was a strange transition.
Everyday since he’d arrived Taehyung had met you at the beach before sunrise. Neither of you ever said anything, not at first. Not until after you’d already swam back to shore and were standing hip deep in the water. Then one of you would say something about how beautiful it was. The sunrise or the water or the quiet.
You tried not to stare. Every morning you did your best and every morning you failed. At least once you’d look over at Taehyung in your peripherals, his chest rising and falling as he caught his breath from the lengthy swim. Wavy hair dripping water down his shoulders. The droplets of ocean looked like glitter on his skin as the rays of the sun hit them perfectly. His mouth would hang open just slightly, and he’d brush his tongue over his lips or pull the plump bottom one between his teeth. Luckily, you’d thought, he didn't look at you like that. If he did, he would have definitely noticed your wandering eyes.
On the way up from the beach one morning you made promises to see each other later that afternoon, as always, and in this plan decided to visit the cove. Taehyung was surprised when you told him you hadn’t been there since the last time the two of you were together. An undeniable smirk crossed his lips when you said that it felt weird going without him. After a quick hug the two of you separated into your respective homes.
You hopped in the shower, just to rinse off lingering sand, knowing you’d be back out in the water soon enough. You swapped out your wet bathing suit for a dry one and threw a sundress over the top. Then you made your way downstairs, still the only one awake, and made breakfast for your parents and Jungkook who came down about halfway through to start some coffee. Over breakfast your mother got a call and afterwards asked you to come into town with her to shop for dinner. Unable to go more than a week, comfortably, without hosting an event of some kind both your mother and Tae’s mother had been planning a barbecue to celebrate being back together for the summer.
“Just something small.” your mother had said, “We’ll plan something much nicer when the Parks arrive.”
Milling about town for dinner supplies the pair of you had actually run into the Parks. They let you know they had just gotten to the island themselves and were picking up some essentials. Always the hostess, your mother invited them to dinner but they declined, wanting to get an early night. They did invite your family and of course the others, if your mother wanted to pass it along, to take their plane to the main island the next day for some shopping as they were going to pick up Jimin and Hanni.
Your mother seemed thrilled at the prospect and couldn’t wait to tell Jungkook that his friend would be coming this summer as well. Though you knew it was really because she secretly, not so secretly, was hoping he and Hanni would finally fall desperately in love like she had planned since they were toddlers.
Once you were back at home you helped your mom in the kitchen, unpacking supplies and storing them away for later. When the clock hit two, your planned meet up time, you pressed the quickest kiss onto her cheek and made a dash for the door.
Taehyung was already in the driveway on his bike when you got outside. Big brown eyes and boxy smile just waiting for you. It reminded you of when you were much younger. All of a sudden he was the same Tae from years ago and you were just a teenager again too. And the two of you were heading out on yet another adventure. A smile plastered itself on your face as you anticipated an afternoon away with your best friend.
“Ready?” he asked as you walked up.
With a nod you dropped your board on the ground beside him and got a good grip on the underside of his seat. “Ready.”
He took off slowly at first but then started picking up some real speed. You laughed as the thrill of it coursed through you. Once you hit the more populated roads, cars passed by here and there like blurs. The trees looked like splotches of green on top of the bright blue backdrop that was the sky. The only thing you could really see clearly was Taehyung.
His wavy dark hair blowing behind him as he rode, showing off his sharp jaw and smooth neck, the giant smile on his face. So distracted by him you almost lost your grip on the seat and then over compensated for it so much you nearly lost balance on the board. Luckily you were able to get yourself together long enough to survive the rest of the trip without crashing and burning. You always remembered it taking ages to get the spot when you were younger but it didn’t seem so bad this time.
To anyone that may have been driving by it would have looked like the two of you had just stopped for a break on the side of the road. Still somewhere in between point a and point b, clearly not at any destination, but you knew better. There was a giant old tree that threatened to grow out into the road with a thick and twisty, knotted up trunk that you knew like the back of your hand.
Tae picked up his bike and the two of you walked into the brush together. He tucked the bike behind another large tree so that it was hidden away from the main road and you dropped your board beside it before you continued on. The two of you walked about a quarter of a mile through brush and trees until it opened up to a cliff side. For a while you just stood there together, looking out at the widespread bright blue ocean.
Once the view had been appropriately appreciated both of you looked around until you finally found the old rope that was tied around the trunk of a palm tree. Tae went first to check that the rope was still holding strong. He descended down the side of the small, rocky cliff until he reached a plateau. You climbed down after him and then both of you slid down a large smooth boulder until you were standing on the soft, untouched sand of the cove.
Once your feet hit sand you tore off your sneakers and then the coverup dress you’d been wearing over your bathing suit in a flurry. Without even looking back at Taehyung as he stood, still pulling his shirt over his head, you sprinted to the water at full speed.
“Last one on buys shaved ice!” You called over your shoulder.
“Not fair!” Tae yelled back, tripping his way out of his shoes before making a run for the water.
You’d already dove into the crystal clear water by the time his toes even were wet. The floating dock was maybe a yard away from you when you finally peaked back behind you and realized that Tae was catching up quickly. His arms and legs were much too long as an adult. He had his hands on the wood of the dock before you, and was ready to pull himself up when you arrived at his side. Thinking quickly you grabbed his swim trunks and tugged. He crashed back into the water with a yelp and you were able to climb onto the dock before him with a smug grin.
“Cheater!” He panted with exhaustion as he climbed up next to you.
“Sore loser!” You laughed laying back on the warm, sun soaked wood.
“I shouldn’t have to buy you shaved ice. You already got your treat for the day with that view.”
You nearly shrieked with laughter, “Stop! I didn’t even see anything and you know you’ll buy me one anyway.”
Tae leaned back on his hands and looked down at you. Stretched out on your back with your eyes closed, arms behind your head, and skin glistening with water droplets. He gulped. “Yeah, I will.”
“I worry we don’t know each other anymore.” You said, peeking up at him. His frown was immediate. “We haven’t really talked seriously since you got here. Tell me everything, Taehyung. Tell me everything I’ve missed in your life.”
“It’s a lot. Are you sure you can handle it?” He asked with a grin.
You smiled as you kicked your legs through the water and then sat up quickly. “I know something that might make it easier.”
He watched as you crawled over to the opposite end of the dock. “You think it’s still there?”
Running your hand over the boards of wood you found it. A small loose plank that popped up at one end when you pressed your hand against the other. With a laugh you reached in and pulled out a small plastic bag that held about six travel size bottles of liquor that you’d stolen from your parents when you were much younger.
You moved back to Taehyung and sat beside him holding the bag out to him, “Pick your poison.”
“Might literally be poison by now.” he laughed and grabbed a bottle with a clear liquid.
“Well.” You grabbed a bottle with an amber liquid and twisted the top off, “at least if we go down, we go down together.”
Tipping his bottle to you in a cheers he said, “O true apothecary! Thy drugs are quick. Thus with a kiss I die.”
Rolling your eyes at his dramatics you tipped back your bottle as well. Both of you took the shot of alcohol at the same time and cringed at the bitter taste. Suddenly Tae’s eyes blew wide and he fell back onto the dock.
“Ha ha.” you laughed sarcastically. When he didn’t move you pushed his thigh with your foot. “Okay stop.”
He still didn’t move. A sick twisting started in your stomach and you got up on your knees and leaned over him.
“Seriously Tae, it’s not funny.”
You placed your hand in his soft, smooth stomach and shook him.
“Kim Taehyung, if you don’t stop I’ll kill you for real.”
His face was unmoving. Not a grin, no movement under his eyelids, no rise and fall of his chest.
“Tae…” your breath came out panicked, what were you supposed to do? What even happened? “TAEHYUNG!”
You could still feel his heart beating in his chest under your palm. Which meant he just needed air in his lungs so you cupped his face, leaned his head back and pressed your open mouth against his. Your eyes had been closed as you released your lungs full of air into his mouth. Before you pulled away to breathe for another go you felt the hard slick muscle of his tongue slide over yours.
You threw your body backwards against the dock and stared at him as his body shook with laughter. “WHAT THE FUCK?”
“You- you didn’t…” He laughed until tears pricked his eyes and he was wheezing out breaths. “You didn’t say the line.”
“What line? You psychopath!” You screamed and kicked at his hip, still trying to get your heart at a decent pace.
“Drunk all, and left no friendly drop to help me after?” He finally sat up, “I will kiss thy lips. Haply some poison yet doth hang on them.”
“Oh, I loathe you theater kids.” You muttered with an eye roll that lasted a lifetime, only making him laugh further.
“What were you planning on doing? Giving me CPR until…” he looked around the secluded cove, “no one showed up?”
“Don’t talk to me.” You pouted.
“I’ll make it up to you.” He said, still smiling, “I’ll buy all of your shaved ice for the entire summer.”
You bit your lip as you thought it over. “Okay, but we’re getting it literally everyday.”
“Deal.” He gave you one more of his charming smiles, “Do you still want to hear what I’ve been up to?”
Hours passed the pair of you like they were nothing as you lounged on the dock. At points you would dive into the water and splash around for a bit. You’d even raced back to shore and then back to the dock once more. He tried to recall everything that had happened in the time you two had been apart.
Of course he mentioned that he’d gone to school. It was actually a really renowned art school where he’d studied acting but had fallen in love with photography. You apologized a million times for not having been around to celebrate with him and expressed a million more times how incredibly proud you were of him. He mostly just blushed and pushed it off like it was no big deal.
He told you all about his best friend from school, a composer named Yoongi, and you tried to hide how jealous you were that he’d call someone else his best friend. You didn’t do it well enough though and he took pleasure in giving you a hard time about it. You discovered that he had recently signed a lease on an apartment that was actually relatively close to where you lived.
You’d always just assumed that when you left the island you were worlds apart. You’d become so accustomed to him being your summer boy, your island buddy. You were just kids back then and it seemed like such an adult move to exchange contact information. Then it just didn’t occur to you as you got older to keep in contact off the island. It didn’t cross your mind to be more than summer friends. You never realized how easy it would have been.
Taehyung mentioned how he’d spent the last couple of years traveling and working in photojournalism for some pretty big publications. He never once mentioned having a girlfriend or being in a relationship and it almost became a nagging sensation to you. There was a gnawing inside of you that wanted to ask. You knew there had to have been someone.
He was too handsome, too charismatic, too... Taehyung to have never been with someone. To not be with someone now. You weren’t even sure why you wanted to know so badly, it shouldn’t matter to you. He was just your friend, your summer friend, your best friend. Your very handsome, incredibly funny, unbearably sweet, best friend. With big strong hands, broad shoulders and perfect pink lips.
“We should go back.” you said as the sun moved lower in the sky. “It’s getting late and I’ll have to help get ready for dinner.”
Taehyung pouted, his big doe eyes boring into you and brushed his hand against yours, “I like when it’s just us.”
In a sudden panic you jumped off the dock and into the water. He was staring at you in surprise when you resurfaced and looked back at him. You opened your mouth as you bobbed in the water but had nothing to say, so you took off towards the beach instead. There was a splash behind you and you knew Tae was right behind you.
Your heart was pounding, it felt more like you’d known that there was a shark behind you, not Taehyung. You’d just stepped back on shore, ready to throw your dress back on and climb the rope back up to the road and disappear as fast as possible. Before you could even get that far his fingers wrapped around your wrist and you spun around into his chest. He was so close you could feel his heartbeat, pounding opposite of yours.
“Hey, what’s going on with you?” water was dripping from his hair down his cheeks and onto his collarbones. He asked the question but you couldn’t shake the feeling that he already knew.
How could he be so ignorant to the tension between the two of you? Or had you just made it up entirely on your own. Maybe he really didn’t know. Maybe you were just some lonely woman making up feelings that weren’t really there. He lifted his hand to your neck and slid it up into your hair. On instinct you tilted your head into his hand and closed your eyes. No, they were definitely there.
“Don’t kiss me, okay?” you whispered, eyes still closed.
“Why not?” you didn’t need to look at him to know he was giving you those eyes again, the big sad puppy dog eyes that had all of your abilities to refrain from melting into nothing.
You lied, “I don’t want you to.”
“That’s fine.” he lied back, and then “I don’t like to kiss girls that don’t want to kiss me.”
You laughed and opened your eyes. “I’m so glad that sexual assault isn’t your kink.”
“Your bar is low.” He shrugged and gave you a little smile.
Pulling away from him, you continued your walk up the beach. Grabbing your dress out of the sand you shook it out and pulled it on over your bathing suit. He walked up behind you and the two of you put your shoes on in silence. Tae helped make sure you got back up the side of the cliff okay and you watched him pull himself up, trying not to think too much about the strain on his bulging shoulder muscles.
The ride home was different, slower than the one on the way to the cove. You didn’t hold onto the back of his bike. Instead, in a sort of unspoken agreement you slipped your hand in his and you headed back at a slow roll, hand in hand. The gesture wasn’t anything new between the two of you, you’d done it all the time. The whole trip back was done silently as you tried figuring out what you were feeling and what that meant for the two of you. If it meant anything at all.
Standing together in front of the houses you were getting ready to say goodbye when he threw his arms around you, burying his face in your neck. His sun dried, wavy locks brushed against your cheek and you slowly ran your hands up the soft cotton of the tshirt that covered his back.
“I don’t think you really understand how much I’ve missed you.” he muttered against your neck, his words tickling your skin. “I don’t think you really understand what you mean to me.”
“I think I do.” you returned quietly.
“Hey!” the two of you pulled away quickly to find Jungkook standing on the patio with an ice cream cone in his hand. Licking his sugar and cream coated lips he gave a little wave and a cheeky smile. “What are you guys up to?”
“Nothing, Bunny! God...” you rolled your eyes and turned back to Tae with a quiet, “I’ll see you in a little bit.”
He nodded his eyes following you as you walked past Jungkook and threw a punch into his shoulder before disappearing into the house. He strolled over to Kook with a boxy grin. The two of them stayed out on the porch for some time talking while you took a long, cold shower.
~
Dinner was honestly more fun than you’d expected. You’d always really loved Taehyung’s parents, they were so funny and relaxed. Unlike, you felt, your mother who was constantly pressuring you about what you were doing with your life. However, and maybe it was the vacation vibes setting in, both of your parents were behaving. Jin and his family were lovely company as well. Jungkook had made a fairly decent playlist for the evening that was playing over the speakers in the backyard. There was more food than there would ever have needed to be. The weather was amazing as always. And there was Tae. Taehyung with his shirt mostly unbuttoned and who would not stop looking at you like he wanted you to be his desert.
The only thing that could have made it better was if Jungkook would stop staring at you with his knowing side smirk every time you even looked in Taehyung’s general direction. During one of the card games you got so annoyed with him you pinched him hard on the arm until he almost cried. Your mother berated you for being mean to your little brother as if you weren’t nearly thirty years old. As you got yelled at Jungkook stuck his tongue out at you like the petulant child that he was as you sneered black. Taehyung laughed at the pair of you, fully enjoying being an only child.
Much later in the evening, after Jin and his family had left and it was just your family and Taehyungs, well after the sun had set, you excused yourself for a chance to use the restroom. You offered to get anything anyone might need from inside beforehand but it seemed everyone was sated with their rum filled drinks.
When you stepped out of the restroom you were honestly only half surprised to find Taehyung leaning against the opposite wall. His hands were in his pockets, his bottom lip tucked between his teeth, which he released with a pop once he’d seen you.
“Tae…” you said his name cautiously, for both your sake and his. You were just buzzed enough to slip up.
“Do you want to kiss me yet?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.
You groaned and started to walk away, “No.”
He grabbed your hips and pulled you back until your back was pressed against his chest. He was being playful but you were on high alert with your parents practically just a room and a sliding glass door away. Leaning down, just slightly, left his lips against your ear and he whispered a desperate, “please.”
You dropped your hands on top of his and peeled his fingers from your hips before walking into the kitchen. He followed with a whine.
You grabbed a slice of pineapple off a plate on the counter, and turned to face him while you took a bite, “Bun says you told him you have a girlfriend back home.”
He hesitated, “I lied.”
“To him or to me?”
“Baby…” you raised a fierce eyebrow and he coward slightly, “...Y/n.”
“Well? Who? Who were you lying to and for what reason?” you asked very seriously.
“Kook.” this time he answered quickly and confidently, “He asked me what we had been up to all afternoon, and I told him that we were just hanging out. He made a stupid comment about how I better not be sleeping around with you and I said I wouldn’t do that, that I had a girlfriend back home. I told him we were just friends like we always have been.”
“And are we?” Taehyung’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion and you clarified, “Are we just friends?”
“I don’t want to be.” he admitted honestly, “I...for so long. I don’t even know how to explain it. Everything I went through all year, I did it just to get to you. I did it because I knew that we would get our moment together once summer came. When you stopped coming you broke my heart. That first summer when Kook said you’d skipped coming because you were in Europe with that guy… I was devastated. You were my summer wife and I was your summer husband, and I know it was some stupid thing and that it didn’t really mean anything, but I don’t know, I guess it always meant something to me. It meant everything to me, actually. I just missed you and I thought you had missed me enough all year to show up too.”
Summer wife. In an instant you were blushing at the memory. You were eleven that summer and there had been a big wedding on Oahu the night your families went to the island for the annual luau dinner. It had become a tradition for the four families to partake in at least one luau together each summer. Usually towards the end as a celebratory send off for the coming year. Taehyung had been watching you, staring at the wedding party, all heart eyes and bleeding heart.
On the short ride back to Kauai when all of the other kids and even some of the parents had fallen asleep, he stayed up, intently listening to you relive your memories of the evening. Gushing about the dresses and the make up. You told him about the kiss you had seen shared between the bride and groom. The way he looked at her like a prince would his princess. And the flower crown. You had gone on and on about the flower crown the bride had worn over loose curls, and swore at that very moment you would have the very same one when you got married.
With a well pleased look on his face he pulled his Spiderman backpack into his lap and took out the very flower crown you’d been admiring all night. When no one had been paying attention he stole the brides’ flower crown for you. That night he proposed that you be his summer wife. The very next day hidden in the shrubbery in the backyard, underneath the blooming birds of paradise, you had an intimate ceremony. Just the two of you. You wore the flower crown and exchanged licorice rings. You promised each other that you’d always be friends, you would always love each other and you’d always have the summer.
“You remembered.” you blinked back tears as the childhood memory quickly resurfaced. “I can’t believe you actually remembered that.”
“You’ve always been the perfect girl and you grew up into the perfect woman. I want to be more than just your summer boy.” You were on fire from your cheeks to your chest and you wanted to kiss him, hard.
“Tae…I-” you were at a loss for words.
“My parents are going to Oahu tomorrow.” he said quickly, taking his chance.
“Yeah mine too.” you muttered.
“Stay here. Stay with me here and we can really talk about it and decide what to do. I’m serious, I want this.” his voice was pleading and so were his big brown eyes. “Please, Y/n. Give me a shot.”
“Why are you guys always alone and secretive?” You could have screamed as you turned to see Jungkook, drunkenly swaying his way into the kitchen through the backdoor.
All you ended up doing was giving him a tired look and saying, “We’re not.”
“Then what are you doing in here? It’s been an hour since you disappeared and left me with the old people.” he complained.
Taehyung chuckled, “It’s been like ten minutes, Kook. You’re just trashed.”
“Hey,” you said moving over to your brother, “Just so you don’t think we’re betraying you or abandoning you again, Tae and I are thinking about staying here tomorrow instead of going to Oahu. Do you want to stay with us?”
You ignored the mortified look Taehyung passed you, knowing exactly how this would play out. Jungkook made an exaggerated thinking face and then shook his head, “Jimin and Hanni are going to be there and I want to see him...them.”
“Oh, okay. Well I just wanted to let you know, the offer stands.” you smiled and patted him on the back.
“Thanks. I have to pee.” he announced and then stumbled around the corner, you hoped he would make it to the bathroom and that he wouldn’t pee all over the seat in his drunken state, again.
Taehyung gave you a look that let you know he was very impressed, “You knew. You clever little...You knew he wouldn’t stay here with us because of Jimin.”
You felt pretty smug yourself, “Yeah, I knew. I don’t blame him, it gets lonely here without your best friend. Let’s stay here together tomorrow like you said. We’ll talk it out.”
“And you’ll let me kiss you?” he asked hopefully.
You were saved from having to answer by the sliding glass door and Taehyung’s desperate mother, “Taehyungieee. I need you to help get your father home. He had a little too much to drink tonight. I’m worried he’ll break an ankle.”
“Coming mama.” he said sweetly and you bit your lip to keep from making any significantly embarrassing noises at how cute you thought he was. He looked over at you as she retreated back outside and grinned, “shut up.”
“Coming mama.” you mocked quietly and let a small giggle escape your lips when he rolled his eyes.
~
The Parks were leaving early the next morning, which meant that so was your family. You woke up with them at the crack of dawn to say goodbye and wave them off. As your mother would have it no other way. Standing in the front yard, still in your pajamas, you cradled a hot mug of coffee. Taehyung’s parents were piling into the car as well so they could all carpool to the airport for the trip over to Oahu. Poor Tae’s father looked like he was still harboring the effects of his ten pina coladas from the night before. Jungkook had been exhausted and hungover as well, you could see his face pressed up against the window as he fell back asleep for the ride. You waved to your mom as the SUV pulled out of the driveway and took off down the road, disappearing as it rounded the corner.
You had just turned to go back inside when you caught sight of Taehyung walking across his lawn, still in his plaid pajama pants and loose fitting v neck T-shirt.
He gave a small half smile, “You want some coffee?”
“Got coffee.” you said, raising your mug.
“Oh.” He dragged his teeth over his lip, “I could make you breakfast?”
“I was actually thinking about going back to bed for a bit.” you confessed, feeling pretty tired still after your long night.
“Oh.” he shuffled his feet over the grass, wet with morning dew. He was so cute, like a puppy that just wanted some attention. You became certain that he would drive you absolutely insane one day.
With a sigh you grabbed his wrist and started to drag him inside with you, “Come on, Tae. You can be the big spoon.”
For a moment, once you’d gotten into the bedroom, you were unsure you’d actually be able to sleep. He practically bounced onto the mattress, grinning from ear to ear as he waited for you to join him. He was buzzing, his excitement coming off his body in heavy vibrations. You’d even felt the need to clarify to him that you were in fact going to sleep before you put your half empty mug of coffee on the bedside table.
You slid onto the bed next to him and turned to your side. Wordlessly he pulled the blanket over the both of you and wrapped his arms around your waist. You felt his nose disrupt the hair at the back of your neck, and then he finally started to settle. Before you knew it, you were asleep and your half finished coffee was growing cold.
When you opened your eyes for the second time that morning, your position had changed. You were face to face with a sleeping Taehyung, so close your top lip was brushing lightly against his bottom lip. Your arms were wrapped around him as tight as his were around you, your legs tangled together under the blanket. You pulled your face from his and studied his sleeping form.
He looked like your summer boy again. He was so soft and calm with his head against your pillow. He wasn’t provoking you with sultry eyes or running his tongue over his plush pink lips or enticing you with talk of kisses. You pulled your arm out from under the blanket and ran your hand through his gentle locks. A smile spread across his face and he pulled you even closer than you had been. You didn’t even realize there’d been enough space between you to get closer.
“Aren’t you worried?” you asked quietly, he didn’t open his eyes but he did knit his brows, confused by the no context question. “If we tried and failed, it could ruin this. It could ruin us.”
“I’m not worried.”
“What if...what if we tried, but just for the summer? Do you think that if it didn’t work out, we could just come back next summer and pretend like it never happened? That we could still be best friends and do all of the things we do now and not be awkward around each other.” You rambled nervously.
“I think we’ll be fine.” he opened his eyes, instantly locking his with yours.
“You think you could pretend like this summer never happened, if it turns out bad?” you asked.
“No. I’m saying I won’t have to because we’re going to be great.” There was a crinkle to his eye as he brought out the big smile, his lips looked like a heart ready for the taking.
“That’s very cocky.”
He shook his head in disagreement, “I just know what I want, and I know that it’s you. Always has been.”
“It’s been a long time. People change when they get older. What if I’m not the woman you remember? The one you think you want.”
“But you are.” he said confidently.
There was a comfortable silence between the two of you as you thought about it. He lifted his hand up to cup your neck, his thumb rubbing just behind your ear. He was so confident that this would work out that it started to make you believe that things would be fine too. It was Taehyung. If things got weird or it didn’t work out for any reason of which you could think of none...there was no way you could really lose him. You would bounce back, your friendship would hold. It felt like going years without him and then falling back into place like you hadn’t missed a second was proof of that.
“Let’s do it.”
His eyes lit up like fireworks, “Really?”
“Yeah, really. Let’s try it for the summer, we’ll see if we’re still… compatible or whatever. And if it goes well we can do it for real. Not like just a summer thing but an all the time thing. If it’s what you really want.”
You watched amused as he buried his face in the pillow and let out what you could only describe as a happy growl, unable to hold in his excitement. When he peeked back at you from his hiding place in the pillow the tops of his cheeks were pink, “I’m so happy.”
“I can see that.” you laughed.
His smile faltered, “Oh, um, can we not tell Jungkook?”
“Why not?”
“Nothing specific.” he lied and you knew it but you figured you could let it slide for now.
You thought for a moment and hummed, “If you don’t want Kook to know we can’t tell like...anyone. You know how news travels here.”
“Fuck.”
The concern on his face was genuine and you weren’t sure why. It worried you to see him so upset when he had just been overwhelmingly happy.
You grabbed his pouty face in your hands and smiled, “Secret boyfriend and girlfriend?”
His eyebrows perked up, “You would do that?”
“I think, unfortunately for me and very fortunately for you, there’s not a lot I wouldn’t do for you Kim Taehyung.”
His smile was back. His vibrating energy was back. His face was quickly buried in your neck, as he tickled your throat with an onslaught of kisses.
“Kiss me for real.” you whispered against his ear.
He pulled back, another wave of excitement crashing over him. You could see his Adam's apple bob in his throat as he gulped. His eyes scanned quickly over your face. You wondered what he could possibly be processing in his head. Impatience creeped over you. What was he waiting for? He smiled, something sly, and then leaned his face to yours. His lips hovered just in front of yours, and you caught yourself trembling in anticipation of him. An actual whine escaped your throat before he finally sucked your bottom lip between his.
It was better than you expected it to be and your expectations had been high. His lips were soft and thick. It was moist but not sloppy wet. He was commanding your mouth with his, but not so much that it felt like you were being suffocated. He’d had his hand on your hip and he slipped it up your side. His long fingers spread out over your back cradling you against him. In no time at all you could confirm with absolute confidence that he was far and beyond the best kisser you had ever experienced in your life. With a moan you wondered what else he would be good at.
His hand slipped down your back and coasted over your ass. You couldn’t stop yourself from spitting out a laugh.
Taehyung pulled out of the kiss, a crease in his forehead. “What?”
“You’re touching my butt.”
“I’m sure I’ve touched it before, in all the time we’ve known each other.”
“Yeah, but not in a sexy way.” You blushed.
“Well… ” he grinned as you continued to giggle about it, “I plan on touching more. In very sexy ways.”
You spit out another laugh, “Oh my god. Taehyung. Kim Taehyung. My Tae. Touching my butt and turning me on with your flirty little lines. Who could have ever imagined?”
He let out the tiniest scoff, “Am I turning you on? I’m not so sure, what with all the giggling.”
Taking a deep breath you stopped laughing and looked up at him very seriously, “Yes. I’m sure.”
Then he kissed you again. Hand on your ass pulling you against him. Your leg inched up until it was wrapped around his hip. He shivered as you moaned into his mouth.
You didn’t think about it when his hand had disappeared from your body for a moment. That was until it reappeared between your thighs, two nimble digits pressing against the warm ever moistening fabric of your thin pajama shorts. Your breath hitched slightly and he smiled while he leaned back into the kiss.
“Do you always get this wet?” He muttered against your lips.
You shivered at the words and looked at him closely. It was Tae, you were sure, but the look in his eyes was new. It was dark and hungry. Your stomach tightened.
“This is brand new territory for us.”
“Do you think it’s too fast?” He seemed only mildly concerned.
The second you thought he was going to remove his fingers from where they had slipped inside your panties, you slammed your thighs together, trapping his hand.
“No.” You answered. Tae grinned at you, his whole hand adjusting under the fabric and cupping your sex , “that’s not what I said. I-I-I only meant that if we keep going, we can’t come back. Sex changes everything.”
He looked you dead in the eyes and then pressed his middle finger inside of you until your eyes fluttered shut. “Good.”
His voice was deep and vibrated down your throat and over your chest. He pushed himself up so he was leaning on his elbow and looked down the bed to where his hand was but you were certain he couldn’t see anything since the blanket was still resting, however skewed, over the two of you. He stayed that way for a moment, very concentrated, massaging your slick inner walls with his long thin fingers, the heel of his palm pressed heavy against your clit. Curving his double digits as he pulled out and slid them back in again. It felt like he was testing how wet he could get you with minimal effort. Very, was the answer. Gushing.
You were about to stop moaning long enough to beg him to add another finger, to do anything. Then to your dismay he removed his hand from your underwear completely. He lifted his wet, sticky fingers from under the blanket and up to his mouth. They disappeared for a moment between his lips until he pulled it back out with a satisfying little pop.
He was being so quiet it started to make you nervous. Then his face changed, his eyes narrowing, darkening even further. A shark that had just smelled blood in the water. He tore the blanket from your body and slid himself down the mattress. He tugged your shorts and panties down to your knees before ducking underneath them and between your thighs.
“Jesus, Tae.” You gasped, clutching the sheets beside you as his pink tongue licked a heavy stripe up your sex, through your lips, and stopped with swirl around your clit.
He only groaned against you in a contented response. You started to squirm beneath him as he continued to spend time on your clit which was growing ever more sensitive with every brush of his tongue and the pulls from his lips. His arms wrapped strongly around your thighs until you were locked into place, spread wide open before him. You didn’t know what to do with yourself, just a whimpering mess. All you wanted to know was this incredible pleasure. You didn’t want him to stop, ever. And by the way he was going in on you like a starved man he had you believing he never would.
Almost too soon after you’d had the thought, he’d pulled away from you. You pushed yourself up on your elbows to look down at him, ready to complain about it. He was resting his head on one of your thighs, gently kissing the skin, his finger trailing invisible designs over the other one.
He seemed so playful and soft with his fluffy, wavy morning hair. He looked up at you from between your thighs, his chin glistening with the essence of you. He was glowing and it made you blush. He nuzzled into your thigh looking coy and shy.
You couldn’t stop your brain from thinking, and then repeating again and again, mine.
“What?” You asked to distract yourself from the thought.
He grinned and shook his head in embarrassment. “Nothing.”
“Tae…just tell me.”
“I... I want you to sit on my face.” He scrunched his nose dramatically and peeked up at you with one eye open.
Your stomach did a somersault and your face grew a beets shade of red. “You what?”
“I can’t get enough this way. You’re so much better than I could have even imagined.”
You blushed even further and threw a pillow at him. “Shut up!”
He shoved the pillow away, “No. I’m serious.”
With no warning he was crawling up your body until he could slam his lips against your mouth in a kiss.
“Taste you.” He whispered, “So sweet and sticky. You’re like fucking honey.”
With those words you felt yourself melt into the mattress. You moaned, sucking yourself clean off of his lips.
“Okay.” You gasped for air a minute later.
“Okay?” He asked to confirm. You just nodded.
Quickly, he moved down your body and the mattress once more. His hand, his long fingers, trailed down your thighs and pulled the panties that had wrapped themselves around one of your ankles completely off and tossed them to the ground before lying back on the bed. His legs swung joyfully off the side.
“You’re entirely too happy right now.” You groaned, sitting up and moving so you were kneeling on the mattress next to his head. “If you die, and I have to explain to your parents…”
“Tell them it’s how I wanted to go.” He grinned “Come on, I've been a good boy haven’t I? I just want a little treat.”
You inhaled deeply, pressing your thighs together. It was more likely he would drown before he suffocated, what with the way you were positively dripping.
With one last hesitant sigh you covered your blushing face with your hands. You moved your leg so you were straddling his face, hovering just over his mouth. His arms wrapped around your thighs once more and before you could get out one more joke about his inevitable demise he released a guttural growl and pulled you down onto his face.
Insatiable. It was the only word to describe him with. Slurping and sucking at your slit. You wanted nothing more than to slam your thighs together but his surprisingly strong arms kept you spread open. You hunched forward after a particularly good suck as your stomach filled with hot coils.
“Oh god damn.” You whimpered, digging your fingers into his hair. He hummed beneath you and the vibration of it had you bucking against his mouth. You weren’t sure if he could breathe but regardless you couldn’t stop the urge to grind down on his face, “Fuck. I’m sorry. I can’t stop, Tae.”
He hummed once more, longer this time, like a song and your eyes rolled back. Then he seemed to go harder. His tongue moving faster and dipping deeper inside of you, his lips sucking harder. His nails dug into your thighs and then he was pulling you even closer.
“Tae-Taehyung...” You panted and quickly the soft mantra of his name turned to screams of the likes you had never released before. You were shaking all over from your toes to your fingertips with your orgasm. You lurched forward once more trying not to suffocate him but having very little control over your body anymore. His arms held strong around your legs and he flipped you so you were on your back continuing to lick you clean to the last drop as your thighs vibrated in his hands.
It truly felt as if you couldn’t be more blissed out if you were trying to be. Taehyung pushed himself up between your legs and tugged his shirt over his head, swiping his mouth with the fabric.You watched listlessly as he tugged his pajama bottoms off to reveal what had to have been the prettiest cock you’d ever seen. Thick and glistening, standing at full attention. He grabbed your hips and pulled you towards him. Your sleep shirt rolled up over your breasts in the process. He rubbed his length against your slick wet entrance, brushing against your sensitive, still throbbing clit several times. It made your whole body tense each time.
He wrapped his hand around his dick giving it several pumps before looking back up at you, suddenly feeling cautious. “Is it okay if I…”
“I’d be more upset if you didn’t.” You grinned.
He poked his tongue out of his mouth cutely as he lined up and pressed himself inside of you. Your mouth fell open from the feel of him inching his way in, so slowly it was borderline agonizing. His hips moved away from you and you whined subconsciously until he pressed forward again. Once it seemed you’d become accustomed to his girth he started moving full tempo. You met every single thrust.
“You’re so needy.” He smiled, loving the way you felt, and every way you reacted to him. “Like you’ve never been fucked so good in your life. And to think you almost didn’t want this. You almost didn’t want me.”
“That’s still up in the air.” Concern flashed across his face but it was only a blink’s worth of time before he was smiling again.
He leaned down and sucked your lips between his in a kiss. Waiting until you were moaning against his lips, he trailed his mouth over your jaw to just below your ear. You could feel him start to retract his hips again but this time he didn’t come back. In a low, dark voice against your throat he whispered, “If you don’t want me, you can’t have this.”
A gulp moved down your throat. He was grinding slowly, his erect cock sliding easily over your soaked sex but never pressing back inside of you..
You gasped in desperation, “Come on, Tae. I was just joking.”
His tongue brushed against his lips and he leaned down, to give you another kiss.
“Beg.”
Your stomach did a flip. Just the way he said that one word had your hips bucking up to meet his. Wanting him more than anything. “Fuck, okay. I’m sorry. It was so stupid. I do want you, Tae, I’ve wanted you for so long. Please! You felt so good, I was so full. Do it again, give me everything. I’ll be good.”
His eyes scanned your face quickly and then asked, “Did you mean that?”
“Yeah, of course. I can be good-“
“No.” He shook his head, strands of hair shaking loose from his sweaty forehead . “How long have you wanted me?”
It had just been something you thought he’d wanted to hear, you hadn’t really thought about it. Taking even just a second's worth of time you guessed you’d been telling the truth.
At least when you were around ten you’d started wanting to kiss him. Fourteen was when you started to think of him in a more deviant way. The last summer you’d spent together, the summer you’d just turned 18, you remembered your lust for him being overwhelming. You’d touched yourself almost every night thinking about him back then but you knew you couldn’t say anything, you’d never have done anything about it. He was your brother's age. In fact you were so close to him he should have felt more like a brother than a crush, but he didn’t. He never had and that’s why you couldn’t keep coming here. You couldn’t torture yourself.
“I don’t know, a decade? In one way or another I’ve wanted you since we were kids.” He blushed and his thumb brushed gently over your cheek. Your heart softened as you realized that all he wanted was for you to want him. You moved your hands up to cup his blushing cheeks. “I want you, Taehyung. I want you more than anything, really, I do.”
You gasped as he finally slipped back inside of you. This time he went more viciously than before, there was intent behind every thrust. He was going to show you just how much you wanted him.
“Oh God, I want you.” You gasped again and again in encouragement. “I want you just like this, don’t stop.”
“I want you too.” He muttered against your neck. You tightened around him at the words, you hadn’t realized what they could do for you too.
“Do you? You want me all wet and warm around your cock.” You said lewdly. He groaned into your shoulder, you weren’t sure but you thought he might be close. “Touch me, I want you to. I know you know what I like now”.
He bit down on your shoulder and you smiled to yourself as his teeth pinched your skin. You knew one of his kinks now and it was you. Tae pushed himself up so he was towering over you, his floppy hair sticking to his sweaty forehead. He dropped his hand down between the two of you, between your thighs. Your back arched off the mattress as the pad of his thumb made quick work of your clit. You clenched hard around his cock as you inched closer and closer to your orgasm. Completely opposite to your first, this time you let out a soft gasp instead of a scream and your eyes fluttered closed. Tae quickly pulled out of you and painted your belly with his own orgasm.
You pouted down at the mess but he just smiled and kissed your forehead, “Stay here. Don’t move. I got this.”
With a grin you watched him hurry, completely naked, from the room. You grabbed the nearest pillow to you and pushed it over your face to muffle the happiest squeal that ever left your lungs. Tossing the pillow to the side you laughed heartily knowing you wouldn’t soon get the image of his cute, naked butt out of your head. You were a goner for sure.
-
A month passed of your secret relationship and everything was going as perfectly as Taehyung always imagined it would. There was still an anxious feeling that stayed put in your gut, the one that worried something would still go wrong. Taehyung would realize something about you that he just couldn’t stand or you would find out something about him that ended up being a deal breaker. You ignored the feeling as best as you could and he made it incredibly easy to push it to the very back of your mind, but still it lingered.
The two of you spent every day together learning that despite the years you’d spent apart you’d still grown to love a lot of the same things and have the same interests. Despite any hesitations you did think he was amazing. Taehyung had grown up so much while you were apart and was somehow the same person you remembered him to be. The person who made you laugh constantly and who could never hide how much he cared about you. Or maybe it was that he never tried to hide it.
There was a beautiful breeze through the palm trees as you looked up at the bright blue sky. The weather report said a storm was coming that evening and you could see clouds very far off in the distance but they were bright and fluffy and you weren’t at all worried.
The bar top table in front of you was made out of an old surfboard. It was one of the charming characteristics that you loved about your and Taehyung’s favorite shaved ice shop. You sat together so often on so many days over so many years at that table. Eating shaved ice and looking across the road to the vast blue ocean. Years ago, when the both of you were in your early teens he’d carved your initials on the surfboard, just like tons of people had. They were still there.
You could see them right in between where your cup and Taehyung’s cup were sitting. Your cup was half empty already and getting soupy while Taehyung’s sat untouched. With an innocent hum you dipped your spoon into his frozen treat and scooped yourself a mouth full.
“I saw that!”
Your eyebrows shot to your hairline, surprised that you’d been caught. You didn’t think he’d been paying attention.
“It’s melting! I didn’t want it going completely to waste.”
“No more!” He scolded and went back to what he’d been doing.
With a sigh you slumped over the surfboard table and continued to watch him. He was kneeling in the parking lot with his camera covering half his face. He’d been in that position going on nearly ten minutes. He was trying to get the perfect picture at the exact perfect moment. You didn't understand his process but he seemed incredibly confident in it. Truthfully you could have watched him all day, he looked so in his element. You wished you could watch him work more often. It was only a few more minutes before he was standing up with a groan for his aching legs.
“Did you get it?” You asked as he walked over and he stood across the board from you.
“Got it.” He grinned and lifted his hand, pushing your hair behind your ear. “Got this too.”
You blushed as he tucked a pink hibiscus flower behind your ear as well. You tried to look away when he fixed his camera on you, for the hundredth time, but he’d trailed his fingers gently along your jaw, turning you back towards him.
“Don’t you have enough of me yet?” You asked as he admired his work through the screen on the back of his camera.
He smiled up at you, “Never enough of you.”
Finally he moved around the counter to sit on the stool beside you. Both of you were quiet, just happy to be together as you sat there. He’d placed his camera on the counter and then his hands on the tops of your thighs.
“One for you.” You lifted a spoonful of shaved ice to his lips. “And one for me.”
“That’s mine.” He whined.
You took another spoonful. “Yours tastes better.”
“We got the same exact thing!”
“I don’t know what to tell you. Yours is better.”
He shook his head as you took another taste from his cup. Grabbing your shaved ice and loading up a spoon, he brought it to his mouth with a thoughtful hum.
“Yours is really good,” he scooped from his own cup and lifted it to your mouth.
Having a feeling about his intentions you kept the sweet ice on your tongue. He leaned forward, grabbing your chin between his fingers and bringing your lips to his. You smiled as his tongue slipped between your teeth and teased your own.
After a minute he pulled away with a smirk. “Yeah, you’re right. Mine’s better.”
“You’re so…” you just smiled back at him as he squeezed the tops of your thighs. “You’re so great.”
The sound of a roaring engine had both of you looking out at the road. It was a UTV, Jin’s to be precise. And it was carrying the people you’d left back at home that morning when the two of you went on your adventure for the day. When they parked Jungkook was the first to jump out. He walked over to you with a suspicious look on his face.
“What are you two up to?” He asked, peering over the counter top where Taehyung had pulled his hands off your thighs and put them on his knees.
“We were just enjoying some shaved ice.” Taehyung said with a nervous blush growing at his neck.
“Obviously.” You said, flicking your brother's hand away from your cup. “And you?”
“Came to do the same.” Jungkook shrugged as Jimin, Jin, and Hanni made their way over as well. “And we were trying to find you two, actually. But of course you were off hiding again.”
“Who’s hiding? We’re sitting right here in the open. If we were hiding we fucking suck at it.”
“Well,” Jungkook raised his eyebrows, “You’ve never beaten me at hide and seek so, yes you do fucking suck at it.”
“Hey, Kook,” Hanni said, running her hand over his forearm, “Want to come get a shaved ice with me? My treat.”
You bit your lip as you watched your brother inch himself away from Jimin's sister, with the slightest sneer on his face. The secondhand embarrassment was cringe worthy but she didn’t even seem to have first hand embarrassment
“No. Thanks.”
“I’ll go with you, Hanni.” Jin smiled brightly, happily oblivious as well.
“Sure.” She sighed, giving up on Jungkook for the moment. “Jimin?”
“No thanks.” There was a smile on his face as leaned on the counter next to Jungkook that you couldn’t quite figure out. Almost like he was keeping a secret. You were familiar with the smile, it was one you used a lot lately.
“Anyway.” Jungkook sighed when they walked away, “There’s supposed to be a big storm tonight. We were all thinking we’d do a movie night thing at Jin’s like we used to since he's got the theater room. We’re going to the store to get stuff to make personal pizzas and movie snacks and stuff.”
“Like a sleepover?” Taehyung grinned over at you. Beneath the bar top the two of you were swinging your feet into each other.
“Yeah, well if it gets too late or the storm is too rough, we can stay over.”
“Did Jin ask his parents if we could spend the night?” You asked, “You told mom and dad right? I don’t want to get in trouble.”
Jimin laughed but Jungkook only rolled his eyes. “Just shut up, and tell me what to get you from the store. I mean you guys are coming right? Or are you just gonna hide over at Taehyung’s and screw like you have been doing for weeks now.”
“Bun! Why would you say that?” You scowled at him, and hoped it was convincing that you’d been offended.
“Uh, I don’t know, because it’s true.”
You looked over at Jimin and grabbed his hands in yours. “Jimin, tell your friend he’s an idiot.”
Jimin smiled as you squeezed his hand, “Oh trust me, y/n, I do it all the time.”
Jin and Hanni came back with their shaved ice in hand. Jungkook looked over at the sweet treat like he’d never wanted anything more in his life, but he couldn’t get one now. Not when he’d already said he didn’t want one.
“Kook you gotta drive.” Jin said with a mouthful of shaved ice and then nodded over to you and Taehyung, “See you guys tonight.”
“Whatever. We’re gonna go. Text me what you guys want from the store.” He pouted slightly watching the food walk away.
“Sure, thanks Bunny.” You held up the half eaten shaved ice you’d been holding onto, “Want the rest of Tae’s?”
“No.” He said grumpily and turned away. He only made it a few steps before he was back. He finished off the cup with three heaping mouthfuls. There was a bright smile on his face when he slammed the empty cup on the table. “Thanks.”
As the two of you watched your friends drive off down the road Taehyung turned to you in realization. “Hey, that was mine!”
“I know!” You laughed, “I gave you credit. Cheer up, cutie. I’ll buy you a new one.”
“Nah.” He leaned forward until your lips were on his. “I’ll get it. Just text Kook and tell him to get me some strawberries.”
-
That evening had been pretty fun. Even if Jungkook wouldn’t stop watching every move you made, just waiting for the slip up. Jin’s family had an amazing set up in the backyard, they even had a huge wood fired pizza oven built in.
All of you swam in the pool for awhile, and made pizzas and watched the storm coming in.
When it got too windy outside and the sky began to sprinkle on you, all of you headed inside. Together you enjoyed several bottles of wine and a dessert bar paired with some amusing conversations. It was like being a kid again with all the perks of being an adult.
As it grew even later you all headed into the theatre room with your popcorn and candies. There was a massive sectional couch that lined the back of the room and down a few steps there was a place for individual recliners and a small loveseat. Jin snagged himself the loveseat, as he always did, and he fiddled with the remote as everyone got situated. You grabbed one side of the sectional for you and Taehyung. Jungkook and Jimin took the spot across the couch from you.
“Did you take a shower?” You asked as Taehyung settled down next to you on the couch.
“I’ve been with you all afternoon, do you remember seeing me in the shower?” He asked boldly, throwing a blanket over the both of you. You narrowed your eyes on him and he laughed, “Why, do I smell bad?”
You pressed your nose to his shoulder and inhaled deeply. “No. You smell like summer.”
You could hear Jungkook groan from the other side of the oversized sectional. “There are three other houses you guys could go to if all you’re going to do is flirt and fuck.”
“Bunny!” Your mouth fell open as you stared at him in disbelief.
“Don’t Bunny me!” He scowled. “You’re always together.”
“We’re friends. Friends that haven’t seen each other in a long time. We’re just catching up.” Tae argued.
“It’s almost been two months, you should be caught up by now and not sharing blankets and saying corny shit about how you smell like summer. It’s disgusting.” He gave Taehyung a pointed look, “And you know how I feel about you and my sister.”
Taehyung tensed beside you wanted to question him but it wasn’t the time so you said nothing instead.
“You and Jimin are sharing a blanket! Are you two fucking?” You asked with a raised eyebrow.
“No! Jesus. Why would you even...ugh.”
“Then why would Tae and I be? Stop being a dick, Bun. Especially since Tae has a girlfriend. Imagine how she’d feel if she heard your stupid complaints.” You tried desperately not to smile.
“I’m starting the movie,” Jin sighed, “whether or not the twins are done bickering.”
Hanni looked over at the couch from the recliner she’d taken for herself. Not understanding the hyperbole she said, “Wait you guys are twins? It’s been years and I never realized…”
“I don’t… I don’t acknowledge you as family anymore, Hanni.” Jimin said with a roll of his eyes.
“Shut up, please!” Jin begged as he used the remote to dim the lights in the room before starting the movie.
You’d been a little worried about the way Taehyung would behave. A dark room, sharing a blanket, about a bottle and half of wine coursing it’s way through the both of you. He surprised you however, remaining subtle. A few little kisses behind your ear here and there. His arms wrapped around you beneath the blanket. You fed him pieces of popcorn and candy and strawberries whenever he nudged you so that he didn’t have to stop holding you.
Over the last month he’d been relatively insatiable when it came to being physical, you were thrilled that despite that, he had it in him to be a good boy. You assumed part of it was that Jungkook had been correct earlier that day. He said that you’d been hiding over at Taehyung’s and screwing and he was right. You didn’t know if he really knew or if it was just a guess.
Either way, almost every single night for a month you’d snuck out of your second floor window after everyone had gone to bed and climbed down the side of the house, before sneaking in through his window. It was juvenile behavior but it just seemed the most logical for your secret romance. It was just him and his parents over there and they were heavy sleepers. And your house had Jungkook who, you wouldn’t be surprised, if he kept an ear planted against your shared wall just to catch you sneaking around.
-
After that night you and Taehyung went back to spending all of your time together, away from everyone else. You didn’t want to waste what little time you had left not being able to be openly intimate so it worked out better that way.
One beautiful afternoon, with the sky clear and blue, the two of you squeezed yourself into the old hammock in his backyard with a couple of books. You’d been stuck on the same page for about an hour. A worry had crossed your mind and you couldn’t seem to rid yourself of it. Things had been going so well, you’d been waiting for the other shoe to drop. It never did and you worried you’d figured out why.
“What if this doesn’t work when we leave here?”
Taehyung sighed, dropping his book into his lap. “What horrible scenario have you come up with this time?”
“I just mean, this is not real life, Tae.” You looked out at the ocean from your place tucked into him in the old hammock. “We’re in paradise. It is actual heaven. It’s a vacation. So what happens when we leave? What happens when we go back to our lives and reality? Our friends and our jobs. I see you every day here. I never wonder where you are or who you’re with. So I never have to miss you and I don’t have to be jealous or worried that you’re cheating on me.”
“Cheating on you?” He laughed, “What are you talking about?”
“What about your career, Tae? I’m at work all the time and you travel constantly for your job. We’ll never see one another.”
“I don’t have to travel. I completely curate my own schedule. I can do whatever I want. I’ll only travel on weekends and I can always take you with me whenever you want to come!”
“What about your friends? What happens when you would rather spend time with your best friend Yoongi than with me.”
At that Taehyung belted out a laugh. He grabbed your face in between his large hands and kissed the top of your head. “Would you let the Yoongi thing go? You are my best friend, idiot!”
“I’m serious. What if this is only going so well because there’s nothing here to make it go bad?”
“I am actually really happy you’re even thinking so seriously about us taking this relationship home.” He grinned. “So let’s do this. Let’s talk it out.”
“Okay.”
“Give me a scenario. Something you’re worried will go wrong between us.”
“You get tired of how needy I am. I work really long hours during the week so I’ll want to spend a lot of time with you on weekends to make up for it. So what if one weekend I need you, but you make plans with your friends.” You frowned thinking about it. “I don’t want to be the girl that asks you to give up your friends or who tells you what to do with your time. But I’ll need you. I need this. Hours of being together, doing nothing, just being near each other.”
“That one’s easy. I’m gonna need you too. You think having to spend time with you is going to be some sort of burden on me?” He laughed, “You wanting to spend time with me will never be an argument because I’m going to want you too. I’ll just cancel the plans with my friends. Because I choose to. You don’t have to feel guilty about that.”
“What if I get put on a project at work with another man? That means long hours and late nights that I spend with this guy and it could last for weeks. Would you be upset?”
“Yes.” He admitted. “I’d be jealous but it wouldn’t be an argument. I trust you. I don’t think you’d ever do anything to hurt me. So no I wouldn’t like it, but we wouldn’t fight about it.”
“Oh, so you’re just the perfect boyfriend then.” You said it half sarcastically but mostly you meant it. Mostly you knew it was true. He would be perfect for you. He was perfect for you.
“Exactly! You’re finally getting it.”
His fingers moved up the length of your neck and around to hold the back of your head. Then he pulled you in, lips meeting for a kiss. In an instant you were easing into it. His tongue brushed over your bottom lip and you opened your mouth for him.
When you closed your eyes you imagined how it would look if he kissed you on your couch back home. Or if you were taking a walk down by the river at dusk and he pulled you in for a kiss. Or he took you to a Halloween party and kissed you in front of his friends. When you thought about it, really thought about it, all you could imagine was how happy you’d be. You could picture every perfect moment together, but it was hard to see the bad times. You’d never had a bad moment with Taehyung.
Teetering in the hammock you moved your leg in between his. Your hands moved to the back of his head and you pulled him in, deepening the kiss.
“You trying to out us?” He muttered, with very little concern in his voice. “Anyone could walk back here.”
“I am.” You grinned, your body easing over his, carefully so that the two of you didn’t tumble out onto the ground. “Do you think if I leave a mark anyone will ask about it?”
“Let’s find out.”
Taehyung dropped his hands to your hips and you kissed your way down to his neck. He groaned while you sucked lightly on his soft, golden skin. Then you felt his hands slip into the back pockets of your shorts to grip your butt. You were finding out that he enjoyed having his hands full of you, and your ass was his favorite filler.
“You’re so beautiful.” He whispered against your ear.
“You’re sweet.”
“You think we can fuck without falling out of the hammock?”
You laughed against his neck, “That’s less sweet.”
“You wanna try though.” You hummed, bringing your lips back to his for a kiss. You rolled your hips against him to test out the motion and he smirked, “Oh yeah, you definitely want to try.”
-
It was almost the end. The end of summer vacation. Possibly the end of your short lived relationship. There was only a week left. The luau dinner was set for Friday. Flights started heading home early Sunday with Jin who left at dawn. Yours left Sunday evening, an hour after Taehyung and his parents were set to leave.
You didn’t want to stress about having to make a decision. You wanted to relax. You wanted to enjoy your last handful of days in heaven with Taehyung. Taehyung who had ditched you that morning to go on a hike with his dad . You didn’t mind the alone time, you didn’t want a lot of it, but you were managing just fine.
The sun was a welcome feeling on your skin as you laid on the floating dock. One knee was bent while the other leg was stretched out across the wood paneling. Your eyes were closed but you could still hear Tae’s arrival, splashing as he pulled himself up on the dock.
“Sorry, I’m late.” He said kissing your shoulder lightly dripping water all over you.
You smiled at the feel of his lips on you, unconcerned by the water, “It's okay...just don’t do it again.”
“Maybe I can make it up to you.” He whispered against your ear, leaving another kiss.
“Doubtful,” You challenged, “unless you brought me shaved ice.”
You had a sharp intake of air as you felt his wet fingers run up your inner thighs. Wet tendrils of his hair brushed against your neck as he kissed and sucked at the skin of your shoulder. You could think of nothing more wonderful than the sound of the ocean clapping against the dock, the sun drenching the earth, and Taehyung’s lips against your skin.
He moved his face in closer, sucking on your neck, and you hoped to yourself that he was being careful enough to not actually leave any marks. The one you’d left on him had caused a stir and there was no way you’d be able to come up with another lie. One of his hands moved up your body to cup your breast and you moaned as his thumb brushed against your nippple.
“Careful Tae.” You let out a slow breath, trying to subdue the storm brewing in your abdomen.
“Mmm.” He hummed into your neck, he gave your breast another squeeze before sliding his hand up around your neck and then pulled away. You didn’t realize what he’d done until the ocean breeze was rolling over your bare chest.
Your hand reached to pull your top back up but his fingers wrapped around yours as he sucked your lip between his and pulled back. “I’m making it up to you. You should let me.”
You squirmed uncomfortably but it didn’t last long as his pink tongue brushed against your nipple. Your back arched naturally urging him to suck more into his mouth. He grinned smugly at the reaction and continued on. His tongue flicked and sucked your nipple as he reached his hand back up to the other breast to massage it. He rolled your nipple in a pinch between his thumb and forefinger. Your toes fanned out and then curled back in, your thighs slamming together as you ached for some sort of release.
“Tae stop. That’s enough, you made it up to me.” You said unsure of how much longer you’d be able to resist him.
“I don’t think so.” He said and turned your face to his, bringing your lips in for a kiss.
You released another moan this time into his mouth as his tongue massaged yours. How you spent so many summers not enjoying his kisses was a wonder to you. You thought back, vaguely, to the summer the two of you practiced kissing on the beach by the houses between surf lessons. You should have known then.
The whole time you’d kept your eyes closed, barely a care in the world. Until his fingers slipped over the patch of fabric between your thighs. Your eyes snapped open and you pushed yourself up on your elbows to look at him.
“Tae! Here?!” You asked, mortified as you searched the surrounding water for anyone and checked the cove for activity.
“Can you think of a place where we can get more privacy?” He asked, slipping his finger under the fabric and moving it to the side.
Your heart was racing, you knew he was right, but you checked the water and then the beach once more for any sign of another person just in case. Tae pulled your attention back to him as he slid one of his long digits inside of you. Just a taste.
“Oh.” You gasped, “Right.”
He sat up with you, and you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, slamming your mouth against his as he started to feel you out. Before long he added a second finger, scissoring them apart, bringing them back together and then curling them against your slick walls. You gasped, desperate for more.
“You’re so good at that.” You muttered against his lips.
“Yeah?” He smirked, “You like that?”
With a sense of urgency you slipped your hand inside of his swimming shorts, and curled your fingers around his already stiff shaft. He was still a little wet from the water and already a little sticky from the precum dripping from his tip.
“I really want you to fuck me.”
“Slow down a second. Let me make you cum like this first.”
“Please, Tae.” You begged. “I just need you inside me.”
The smile on his face was unbearably smug. The confession of how much you wanted him going straight to his head. “Well…fuck. If you’re going to be so polite about it.”
When you pulled out of the kiss your whole body felt like it was shaking with anticipation. You watched, impatiently, as he pulled his shorts down as slowly as he possibly could. Then he helped keep you steady as you threw your leg over his lap to straddle him.
He leaned back on his hands and watched you take over. Bathing suit bottoms pulled to the side you gave his cock several rough strokes before fitting yourself on top of him and sinking down slowly, enjoying the stretch.
His mouth fell open and he shuddered beneath you. “Fuck, that’s my girl, so tight. Perfect.”
He lifted one hand to your hip as you started a slow grind. Your hands moved over his chest, around his neck, and dug into his hair. With his hair fisted between your fingers you tugged and he threw his head back elongating his neck. Smooth and long, you went for the attack, sucking the skin into your mouth. You groaned against his throat as you continued to grind your hips into his.
“Who told you that you were allowed to feel this good?” You asked sitting back to get a better look at him.
He looked back at you from under hooded eyes, his wet bangs swooped across his forehead. “Don’t you know by now, everything I do is for you..”
You wrapped your fingers around his neck, truly wishing you could choke the smug look off of his face. You closed your eyes as you’d finally gotten a hit on that perfect spot. When you opened them again he was smiling at you, something dark and mischievous behind his eyes, per usual.
He rolled his tongue over his bottom lip and said, “Do it.”
“Do what?” You asked, dropping your hands back down to his chest but he grabbed one and lifted it back to his throat.
“Choke me.”
Your thumb brushed against his Adam’s apple. Your mouth was watering at the thought. He bucked his hips up and you gasped as he hit the spot again. You squeezed your hand around his throat to keep from falling off of his lap and he closed his eyes with a satisfied smile. He stuck his tongue out of one side of his mouth, really putting in work now. Bucking up to meet you with every thrust, each time you’re hand tightening around his throat. He lifted your other hand to his throat as well, wanting more. So you gave him what he wanted, cupping his neck with both hands and applying pressure with your thumbs against that delicate part of his throat just under his jawline.
Hitting a high he rolled the both of you over so that you were on your back. He started to thrust relentlessly, hitting you deep with every buck of his hips. You thought to drop your hands but he didn’t want you to.
“Fucking, choke me.” He gasped.
You whimpered at the sheer aggression and he hit your g spot for what felt like the millionth time. “Oh my god, Taehyung. You feel so good. I’m gonna…”
Your hands squeezed around him tighter than ever as you came, thighs trembling around him. Completely spent, your arms dropped against the wood of the deck. Taehyung's hips stalled as he met his orgasm as well. Your mouth fell open in unsuspecting pleasure as you could feel him release inside of you. He collapsed on top of you and you wrapped your arms around him, petting the back of his head as you both caught your breath.
“You’re a little freak.” You kissed the top of his head..
You could feel his boxy smile against your chest as he laughed. “You don’t seem to mind.”
“No, not really. Not with you.”
You closed your eyes, wanting to rest for just a moment. As you started to doze off under the warm sun, you thought for the first time and very clearly, that you were desperately in love with him.
-
Later that afternoon the two of you had separated again, Tae needing to go into town with his parents to help them with some shopping. The realization you’d had left you restless. You’d tried to stretch out on the couch with a book but couldn’t concentrate long enough to read any of the words. You had turned on the television, clicked through every channel, and turned it back off. In the kitchen you snacked from every plate and every container there was in sight, which just made your stomach churn in disgust.
You missed Taehyung. You loved Taehyung. Your body rippled with excitement at the mere thought of seeing him again soon. It felt unreal. In the pit of your stomach you still worried it wasn’t love the way you thought, that maybe it was lust. A summer fantasy, and if you brought it home you’d ruin something pure and beautiful. You needed to talk to someone.
Hanni? Your face scrunched at even the idea of it. Normally the person you would talk to in this situation was Taehyung and unfortunately he was a little biased. You felt a little like crying and a little like screaming with the frustration of it. So much energy was vibrating through you, you didn’t know how to handle yourself. Sighing in defeat you slumped down in one of the cushy chairs the living room had to offer and picked up the book again.
You’d barely opened the cover when you heard a shuffling upstairs. Your brows piqued with interest. Jungkook? He was supposed to have gone out fishing with your parents. Maybe he wasn’t feeling well, you’d thought to yourself. You offhandedly wondered if he needed anything.
Jungkook! Your brain sparked, you could talk to Kook. He was unbiased, sort of, and he already suspected something was happening between you anyway and no one in the world had known you longer than he did. If you were being honest about it, as much as he got under your skin, he was probably your best friend in the world. Even over Taehyung.
Throwing yourself out of the chair you bolted towards the stairs taking them two at a time, the excitement coursing through you once more at being able to talk about it. Once at the top of the stairs it took you two strides to get to his door. You barely knocked before swinging the door open.
“Bunny, I-“ you tried not to let your brain digest the scene before slamming your eyes shut.
“Fucking knock, y/n!” Jungkook was immediately screaming at you as he scrambled over his bed.
“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” In your shock you’d dropped your hand from the door handle and were now blindly searching for it. “I’m so sorry, Bun. I’m sorry. I’m fucking so sorry. I swear. I just wanted to talk to you...I didn’t know. I’m so sorry.”
“Get out! Jesus, just get the fuck out!” You could hear what sounded like him putting clothes on but you didn’t want to open your eyes even still, maybe out of sheer embarrassment.
Your hands shook as you reached out to find your exit. Which apparently no longer existed in this realm and you were just trapped in some sort of sibling hell, “I’m trying! Fuck. I can’t find the door!”
You could hear him growl in anger and then stomp towards you. His hands grasped your shoulders tightly, and he turned you around. He shoved you forward unceremoniously and then you heard the door slam behind you. After a moment you opened your eyes to the dark of the hallway. Your heart was pounding in your chest from the adrenaline.
“Oh my god.” You whispered to yourself before stepping towards his door once more. You gave a little knock and were unsurprised to receive no response. “I really am so sorry, Bunny. I swear I didn’t know.”
All you got in return was silence so you turned to leave and then thought it over and turned back and called through the door once more, “Hey uhh ...I’m sorry, Jimin.”
“It’s fine.” You heard his voice call through the door calmly. He sounded amused actually.
“It is not fine! Go away!” Jungkook’s voice rang out after him. You didn’t know why but the reaction made you smile. As you turned to leave, for real this time, you could hear Jungkook bickering through the door. “It’s not fine, Jimin. She can’t just-“
“Shh. It’s okay…”
You blushed, pretty sure they were kissing, and hurried down the stairs.
-
You sat in the backyard on the oversized porch swing for what felt like an eternity. Some chill vibes playlist was playing from your phone as you watched the stretch of ocean before you. Picturesque to say the very least, closer to heavenly. The soft blue sky in contrast to the shimmering, dark blue water. The vibrant green from the grass in the yard. The oranges and purples of the flora that peaked into view. You took in every detail, trying to replace the scene you’d just taken in. You shivered at the thought of your brother being intimate with literally anyone.
When Jungkook finally came out on the porch he didn’t say anything and you weren’t sure what to say right away either. He had his hands stuffed in the pockets of his jeans and stared out at the water too. At first, when he’d come out, he’d had his chest puffed out and had a stiff stance like he was ready to fight, like he wanted to argue. As the moments passed you watched him deflate, watched as he softened. He remembered finally that you were his sister, and realized that maybe this had been the best possible scenario on the list of things that could have gone wrong.
“Bunny, I-“
“Listen, I’m no-“
You chuckled softly at the two of you starting at the same time and he looked over at you, if only to roll his eyes. “You go.”
He sighed and turned toward you, leaning against one of the beams that held up the porch roof. “I’m not...I’m not gay.”
“I mean..I don’t…it’s…” you were at a loss, so you shrugged, “It's fine if you are. I love you. You know that. You know nothing changes.”
“Yeah.” He said quietly and then thought about it again, “I’m not though!”
“Okay, I believe you.” You said in earnest.
He looked at you with his big doe eyes. The ones that always got him out of trouble with your parents while you took the brunt, even if it was his idea in the first place. You loved him so much. The big idiot. With a smile you opened your arms up. He looked at you for a second and then slammed onto the swing next to you, letting you hold him.
“I’m really not.” He said again, “You know. You’ve met my girlfriends. I love women. And fucking women…”
“Bunny please...”
“Sorry, but you know.” He mumbled.
“I know.” You confirmed. You had him in a full embrace. One hand rubbed his shoulder, the other massaged his head. Somehow he seemed so small despite the fact that he’d outgrown you years ago. You sighed.
“It’s just…” he groaned, and you genuinely felt the frustrated sentiment of the groan as it was one you were very familiar with.
“You don’t have to explain yourself to me.” You promised.
“I don’t even look at guys like that. I never have. It’s only ever been...It’s only,” he paused to gulp, “Jimin.”
“Those damn summer boys, they do have a way.” You said quietly. He hummed in agreement even if he didn’t know exactly what you meant.
The two of you stayed like that for longer than you expected. It was nice. You always worried that getting older would tear the two of you apart, so it was warming to know you could still have these moments. You’d used to hold each other all the time when you were sad or you were scared. He’d climb into your bed during bad storms and cling to you during scary movies. Then you grew up and affection between the two of you became null. Barely a hug when you saw one another during the holidays. Most of your physical contact was reduced to pinching, slapping or punching. Sometimes, no matter how old he got or how far apart you seemed, you would look at him and see that baby your parents had brought home. Your baby brother, your Bunny.
After a long silence you smiled to yourself, unable to stop it, it was the sister in you. “He’s a really good catch, Bun. Jimin’s always been so sweet and he’s got that ass that won’t quit.”
“You ruined it.” With an irritable groan he pulled out of your arms and glared at you as you laughed. “Yeah, we’re absolutely not going there.”
You reached out your hand and rubbed your thumb against his cheek, “I love you, Bunny.”
“I love you too.” He said with a small smile. “Thank you.”
The sun was starting to set before either of you spoke again. You’d just been sitting there, swinging, listening to music and watching the view together. You were sure your mother would have had a heart attack if she saw it. The two of you actually cohabitating so peacefully. You didn’t entirely believe it yourself.
Jungkook cleared his throat and asked, “What was your thing?”
“What?” You asked, confused.
“The reason you barged into my room unannounced.”
“Oh!” Tae, how could you forget? “Um. So...I kind of wanted your opinion on something.”
Jungkook’s entire body perked up. “Well I am so much more handsome and smarter and clever and popular and successful than you, how could you not want my opinion?”
“You done?” You asked, he nodded still looking smug. “Taehyung and I have been... hooking up?”
“I fucking knew it!” He screamed out in triumph, jumping off the swing so quickly it started to thrash around while you held on for your life, “I told Jimin. I TOLD HIM! Ohhh, Kim Taehyung you little shit!””
“Okay, Bun, please.” You waited until he settled back onto the swing. “It’s been more than just that though. We’ve kind of been testing out dating. I think...I’m pretty sure, I’m in love with him.”
You waited for another outrageous response, but it didn’t come. Jungkook just sat looking at you like he was waiting for you to finish what you had to say.
“Oh...that’s it?” He said realizing you had nothing more to say on the matter. “You’re not pregnant or something?”
“What? No! Isn't being in love enough? Bun... I’m worried. What if I don’t really love love him? What if it’s just a summer thing and I’m confusing loving him with being in love with him? I don’t want to ruin our friendship. He’s really important to me.” You confessed your concerns, “You know me better than anyone. Do you think I might really love him? For real love.”
Jungkook let out a small laugh and then shook his head at you incredulously. “The sex part of your confession was interesting because we’ve all been waiting for it. The love part...fucking boring. Oldest news. Iced tea.”
“Rude!” You said flicking his arm, but it didn’t amount to more than a mosquito bites worth of annoyance.
“Y/n...really?” He seemed genuinely surprised. “You’ve been in love with Taehyung for...decades now. You really didn’t know?”
“I knew I loved him, but it was just as friends. I wasn’t like in love.”
“Yes. Yes, you absolutely were in love and still are and probably always will be. God, seriously? Do you remember when we’d have those big sleepovers and you guys would just find each other in your sleep like creepy little magnets so when you woke up he’d be clinging onto you like a monkey. And the way you look at each other, like you’re always talking in code, so gross. How you guys are always holding hands? Best friends don’t hold hands like that all the time, I’m sorry. Not to mention that stupid wedding you had when you were like ten. You’ve always been in love with him and honestly he’s been in love with you for longer. At least he owns it.” Jungkook took a deep breath, finishing his rant.
“You knew about the wedding?” You asked quietly, you didn’t think anyone had seen you.
“Is that all you got from what I said?”
“No!” You whined.
“The night before, do you remember the luau? He came up to me and said he was going to ask you to marry him. Like he was asking me for my blessing or something. I told him if he did it I was going to punch him in the face. And the next day he found me and was all sullen and said how he was sorry to have gone behind my back but he loved you and was always going to marry you. He said we were brothers now and showed off his...whatever kind of ring that was. String? Doesn’t matter. Then I punched him in the face and I said if he ever touched you, he was dead.”
You did vaguely remember Tae having a small black eye for about a week that summer. He said he’d run into a branch which hadn’t surprised you in the least. It was also the summer you had both started pulling away from the group. You didn’t realize it had been because of Kook and that it was likely the reason he hadn’t wanted to tell your brother about this summer. If anything the fact that he was still so terrified of your idiot little brother only endeared him to you further.
“So he really loves me.” You smiled so big your cheeks hurt.
“Oh my god.” Kook groaned and rolled his eyes dramatically. “You’re such a loser. How are we related? Like, I’m honestly so cool. We basically have nothing in common, I don’t get it.”
“You’re sure though? Bun, I'm serious. I don’t want to ruin things with him.”
“Do you know what you asked me every time we talked after I came back from a summer you weren’t here? The first thing that came out of your mouth?” You shook your head, unsure. “It wasn’t ‘Bun, how was your trip? I’m glad you got home safe.’ It was ‘Was Tae there this time? How’s Tae doing? Were you nice to Tae? Did you and Tae hang out a lot? Did Tae ask you about me?’ Every time it turned into a conversation about Taehyung. Even when you weren’t here, even when you were on the other side of the world with your boyfriend. It’s always been him, you were just too dumb to realize it.”
You both turned as the backdoor slid open, your mother smiled out at you. “My babies. We’re back. Kookie, your father’s going to need help cleaning all this fish. And look who I found out front, just returning from town with his mom, like a good boy.”
She stepped to the side and Taehyung came out to the patio with a small smile. Your heart beat clear outside of your chest. You got up from the swing and went to him, throwing your arms over his shoulders. Your lips slammed into his and could instantly feel the shock in the way he tensed. He soon relaxed, slipping a hand through your hair as he kissed you back.
When you pulled away he was smiling from ear to ear, his eyes absolutely sparkling. “What are you doing..?”
“I love you too.” You smiled and kissed his cheek.
“Too?” He asked knowing for sure he had never said the words out loud to you despite how long he’d felt them. You looked at him knowingly and he just nodded, “Yeah, I love you.”
“Aww, finally! Been waiting so long for that. Too cute.” your mother cooed, before turning back inside. She called over her shoulder “Jungkook, don’t forget this fish!”
“We both know my sister can take care of herself.” Jungkook said standing up from the swing, chest puffed out significantly, “We both also know if you ever hurt her, I will end you, no questions asked.”
Taehyung gulped, “I know.”
“Good.” He said still in his threatening mode, you tried not to snicker. He looked the two of you over for a minute and before walking away he just said, “Idiots.”
For a long while, until the sun had set fully and the sky was dark around you, Taehyung held you against his chest.
“What are you thinking?” He asked quietly as you heard the sound of your family rummaging around in the kitchen, getting ready for dinner.
“I was thinking about how you’re not my summer boy anymore.”
“Oh?”
You lifted your lips just slightly and kissed along his jaw, “You’re my boy for every season, all the time boy. You’re my forever boy.”
In silent agreement he tightened his hold on you and pressed a kiss on the top of your head. As he looked out at the yard, more specially to the line of bushes and palm trees that marked the separation of your yard and his, the spot where he’d married you the first time as children, he thought what a perfect place it would be to ask you to marry him for real. He didn’t say the thought out loud. It took you a long time to come around to the fact that you loved him and he didn’t want to freak you out. So he kept the thought close to his chest, like he would with you. He could wait a while longer. He thought next summer would be nice.
⟶ 𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦: ❝suddenly, light engulfs the stage, lambent shafts of gilded light beaming from the spotlight and directly onto the shadowy figure. and in the very same instant, taehyung finds his breath stolen from him. you. ❞ jazz club au. sugar daddy au. porn with plot au.
❥ pairing: club owner!taehyung x stage singer!reader
❥ genre: angst ∴ fluff ∴ smut
❥ word count: 17k
⤑ 𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠: jealousy, possessive!taehyung, dom!taehyung, big cock!taehyung, sub!reader, teasing, biting, marking/bruising, public sex, dirty talk, fingering, panty stuffing, wet and messy, praise, nipple/breast play, slight masochism, pain kink, degradation, begging, female masturbation, male masturbation, mutual masturbation, the slightest bit of guided masturbation, taehyung has an ungodly obsession with making yn wet, multiple orgasms, grinding, panty masturbation—like he uses her panties to wank, unprotected sex, cum play, spanking, spitting, cock slapping—like taehyung slaps yn’s coochie with his cock a lot, rough sex, crying, piano sex, standing doggy, scratching, multiple creampies
➵ 𝑎/𝑛: the angst in this was completely unprecedented… and completely unplanned. as was the plot 🗿
⏤ dedicated to my fav taewhores and taehyung’s favourite wives @amourtae, @inkedtae and @kimtaehyunq // also thank you to the wonderful bee and hadi for beta reading as well as @yeoldontknow, @jimilter and @ressjeon
A little before the clock strikes 10 pm, Taehyung enters Velour—one of the many clubs under his ownership in the heart of Las Vegas.
The entire establishment is full—every single table occupied by the patrons of the club—and as his eyes sweep over the room, he notes the obvious skew in the clientele: the throng of congregating men evidently outnumbering the sporadically interspersed female clients. Smooth jazz thrums in the background, the deep warbles intermingling with those of the lively chatter from the guests as they wine and dine, and the staff that bustle around as they get ready for the start of the show; the sounds coalescing into an electrically charged milieu of vibrancy and effervescence. Whilst taking in the astir atmosphere, Taehyung is swiftly approached by a man.
Genre: stripper!au, SMUT
Word Count: 6,780
You’re convinced to go to a strip club by your friends and become entranced by an aerial silk dancer that only seems to have eyes for you.
A/N: Okay so this is the result of @cyphertrip and I brainstorming for her stripper!au and I came up with the idea of Aerial Silk Dancer Taehyung and I just couldn’t keep my hands off the idea. So please look forward to what Nat writes for her au and know I had permission to use her universe. I think this is the most detailed smut I’ve ever written??? Also, please listen to this remix of Gangsta by Kehlani (headphones make it better) as it’s what I imagined Tae doing his dance to when I was writing it.
You had been close to leaving The Club, honestly. There was nothing for you here, you were bored, the men were nice to look at but not particularly your type. Even being up close to the stage (a friend’s good fortune) none of the beautifully sculpted men that danced and thrust their hips had paid you any mind. Aside from the usual winks, you figured you would have been pulled onto the stage or flirted into a back room after an hour and a half of being here. Your friend group had dwindled significantly in the time you had been here, either being pulled backstage or becoming too drunk to function after one too many shots.
You were about to call it a night. The evening was just getting you more frustrated. You had a charity event to prepare for and you were wasting your time in a strip club with your friends who seemed far more occupied in themselves and the attention they had been receiving from all the men all night. Not to mention this was just furthering the fact that you hadn’t been laid in well over a year and it didn’t seem as though any of these men were interested in helping with that problem. Come to think of it, you were fairly certain this was a highly established club that wouldn’t allow their dancers to sneak off with someone from the audience without it being paid for, and as pretty as you felt you were; why would they break their contract for you?
That was when the lights dimmed and the fog machine whirred. The sensual speaking emcee hushed the crowd, promising a sight that had never before been seen in The Club. A new addition to a familiar favorite.
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