Summary: An undercover operation playing Bucky Barnes’ wife is a dream come true. Playing house in the suburbs while trying to take down a drug ring brings you and Bucky closer but a nosy neighbor causes trouble in paradise.
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Almost Had Me Believing It Complete Series Masterlist
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Part 5
Part 6
Part 7
Part 8
Part 9
Part 10
Part 11
Part 12 01/17/2021
Part 13 01/21/2021
Part 14 01/24/2021
Part 15 01/27/2021
Part 16 01/31/2021
Part 17 02/04/2021
Part 18 02/07/2021
Part 19 02/14/2021
Part 20 02/17/2021
How it almost ended: the abandoned original part 2 ending
Summary: Modern!AU You hate James Barnes with a burning passion and the feeling is entirely mutual. Just when you think things can’t get any worse, you are tricked into attending his sister’s wedding as his girlfriend. Stuck with a bunch of strangers, you come up with a set of rules that are not going to last long.
Word Count:1,957
Warnings: Hate to Love, Fake Dating, Snarky Remarks, Language
A/N: Okay, just a warning, there will be a lot of OCs in this series (mostly Bucky’s sisters and parents) Hope you like the first chapter :)
Breaking the Rules - Masterpage
You loved Natasha’s apartment. It was spacious and bright and she had a great view of the city. There was just one teeny-tiny itsy-bitsy problem… you hated her neighbour.
James ‘Bucky’ Barnes.
Natasha introduced you to Bucky a little over a year ago. Her fiancé, Clint, adored him and Bucky always stopped by their apartment. The boys would stay in the living room and watch TV while you and Natasha gossiped and drank wine in the kitchen.
Druig is not a good man. Sure, he’s an immortal eternal, but by no means was he a hero. Hero’s are good people, hero’s only ever have good intentions. Hero’s do no wrong. But he’s saved people, he’ll be saved the planet! But what he planned on doing to you, that made him lose all hero points.
Druig first saw you 2 years after the emergence. After he rebuilt his village, he decided to move to Queens. He had some friends there after all.
Once he arrived at the Avengers Tower and had a brain cell splitting conversation with Loki’s oaf of a brother Thor, he went to the library to find him.
Once he saw his old friend, he stood in the doorway waiting for him to notice his presence. But you can’t exactly scare the God of Tricks, now can you?
“You seem as brooding as ever.” Loki said with mirth in his voice.
“And you seem as depressed as ever. How’s the daddy issues?”
“How’s the fake God?”
Eventually, neither one of them could keep it together. As soon as their eyes connected they burst out laughing. They gave each other a side hug and reconnected.
Druig is in the living room now, listening to Loki hum an Asgardian hymn. Druig was listening as he read The Odyssey. He was half way done when the elevators opened up, with two teens stepping out.
One, being Peter Parker. Otherwise known as Spider-Man. The arachnid avenger. The second, being unknown to Druig. But he wanted to change that. This one drew him in.
She was tall, most likely above 5’7. Soft locks flowing down to her breasts, wavy and beautiful. Her eyes, a beautiful dark brown. But her clothing, a beautiful indicator of her innocence.
This angel in front of him, this goddess, was wearing a pink milkmaid dress. Her tits practically flowing out the top. The dress just barely covered her ass, falling down to mid thigh. She had on knee high socks with a light pink bow in the middle, and Mary Janes to cover her feet.
She was a wet dream. With her hair in pigtails and adorned in bows, she looked ready for him to take her. And yeah he meant fuck when he said “take her” but he also meant literally take. He planned on kidnapping her.
In his mind, it wasn’t exactly kidnapping. It was relieving her of her duties. She’d be his pretty little housewife. His own personal cum dump. She’d walk around in that dress or only an apron and knee socks. His pretty house wife.
“Oh, hi mister Loki! This is Y/N, she’s my friend from science!” Peter said.
It seemed Druig hadn’t been noticed yet. But you noticed him. You were staring, quite hard to be honest. His leather jacket made him seem all the more attractive.
“H-Hello! I’m Y/N, but you already knew that. Peter just introduced me, I’m sorry that was dumb.”
She’s cute. Quite adorable actually.
“Hello Bunny. Pleasure to meet you.” Had you not been standing, you would’ve clenched your legs together. A way to relive the ache between your thighs.
You’d let him use you if it meant he’d kiss you. You barley knew the man but you’d made up your mind.
“I, um, oh my god. I-It’s a pleasure to meet you too! What’s your name?” You asked as you sat next to him on the couch. Peter would’ve taken a picture if he had his camera on him.
You, dressed in pink and white, cheeks aflame and thighs clenched. Next to this Eternal, dressed in all black, brooding and a dark demeanor to him. Truly comical.
“I’m Druig. I’m a friend of Loki’s.”
“Well it’s nice to meet you! Loki’s really nice to me, so any friend of his is a friend of mine!”
“Oh bunny, I don’t wanna be your friend.” Druig said with a smirk. Loki and Peter took this as a cue to leave, you two looked five seconds from fucking.
With teary eyes you asked, “you don’t?”
“Oh no bunny. I wanna be more than that. I wanna do some things that friends that don’t do with each other.” And with that, he walked to the guest room
It’s been a week. You’ve come over to the tower every day since you met Druig. Everyday it was a game of cat and mouse. He’d stare and you’d blush and never look. Too scared to even try. But tonight was different.
Peter invited you to have a sleepover and you gladly accepted. You guys watched Star Wars (Peter’s choice) and Barbie (your choice).
It’s 2am now. Peter’s sleep, has been for a while. You on the other hand, haven’t fallen asleep yet. You’re horny (all Druig’s fault) and hungry. A bad combination.
Walking out to the kitchen, you grab an apple and sit on the counter. While scrolling on your phone, you hear foot steps walking towards you. You don’t look up, half expecting it to be Peter.
“Didn’t think you’d wake up before New Years. Surprise surprise.”
“Ooh, you’ve got a slick tongue, now don’t ya.” You look up at the voice of the man who’d been plaguing your thoughts.
“I know a few tricks with my tongue too.” He says with a smile. Two can play at that game.
“Proof?”
“Oh my god! mmm nghhhh! Please Druig please!” You’re on his bed now, completely naked, while he’s still fully covered. Leather jacket on and everything.
Suddenly he stops. Removes his fingers from your puffy cunt, tongue from your clit, and head from in between your thighs.
You whine in protest, writhing and whimpering with need. You open your mouth to speak, but Druig beats you to it.
“Call me Daddy.”
You nod your head and beg him to continue. He lays his right hand on your abdomen to keep you from arching up. The thumb on his left hand finds your clit and runs figure eights. He just seems to be doing everything right.
You get close in seconds, it’s your first time even being touched like this. You’ve never even touched yourself before! You’ve never masturbated! (Your slick coating Mr.Carl the bear begs to differ.)
He can tell your close, he gets impossibly faster with his thrusts. Your a moaning mess underneath his hands, turning into putty for him to use.
The bed is moving too much for it to be just from him fingering you. You sit up just a little bit to look down and confirm your suspicions. Druig is jumping the corner of the bed. Hot.
The sight of Druig grinding against the bed sets you over the edge. You cum all over his hand, your slick covering his fingers, wrist, and forearm.
“Mhmm, virgins get wet so easily. Can’t wait to feel your soaking pussy wrapped around my cock.”
You thought he’d stop already. You’d already came, that much was evident, so why was he still pumping his fingers in and out of you?
“Mmm, dr-daddy it’s too much!”
“Be quiet or I’ll shut you up myself.” Don’t gotta tell you twice.
You muffle your whimpers with the palm of your hand, the other one finding the bed sheets to ground yourself. You were feeling floaty already.
Druig making you call him daddy, the overstimulation of him fingering you, and the tears slowly running down your cheeks was too much.
You slipped your thumb into your mouth, a coping mechanism you used when overwhelmed. Usually when you do this you’re stressed because of a test, not because you’re being fingered by an absolute God.
“Such a dumb bunny, I beg there’s not a single thought in your head right now that ain’t about me” Druig smiled. Keeping his eyes on you, he replaced his fingers with his tongue. He planned on making you cum 4 times tonight. One orgasm for each time you made him hard that day.
You could feel him deep inside you, his tongue claiming you all over again. You squirmed as you found yourself getting close to the edge again. And Druig new this too.
“I want you to keep your eyes on me when you cum, look away, and I’ll stop and leaving you begging me to cum.” You nodded in submission and listened.
Once you found yourself about to cum, you looked at Druig with begging eyes. You looked so pathetic right now, it made him chuckle. The vibrations from his laughter sent you over the edge. Your eyes almost rolled back, but Druig smacked your thigh before they could.
While Druig helped you ride out your orgasm, you made eye contact the entire time. Once your high was over, you were left panting and staring up at the ceiling.
Alpha goes into rut and the closest Omega comes to save them before they cause any damage.
With Jake or Marc you pick!
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I picked Marc 🥺💙
My Omega
“All I’m saying is that you should get out there more,” your friend teased, the young woman looking at you with twinkling green eyes, and you huffed out a laugh.
“Cynthia…,” you started, hitching your purse higher up on your shoulder as you both stood up from the bench you had been sprawled on as you both gratefully slurped down your smoothies, and the soothing scent of mint tickled your nose as Cynthia leaned closer.
“Oh, come on! You are a beautiful, smart, and single Omega,” she said while elbowing you in the ribs and you nearly dropped your purse into the trash can as you tossed your empty cup.
Your wide eyes swung to your friend as you squeezed passed a gaggle of people walking to the park you were leaving.
“Geez, why don’t you say that a little louder!” you hissed, glancing around as if to see someone eavesdropping on your conversation but only saw random people going about their day, and smoothed a hand over your sundress nervously.
“Oh, please, like anybody is paying attention to us,” Cynthia said, rolling her eyes towards the people milling around them just like you were doing.
The lavish park was packed with people taking advantage of the beautiful London day, milling around by themselves or in groups, and Cynthia had decided to take their rare day off together to spend time together at the park.
You have now lived in London for a year after moving from the states and your job at the local superstore was where you met Cynthia. She was close to your age and showed you around town and even helped you hunt down secondhand furniture for your small apartment. Cynthia, an outgoing and bubbly Beta seemed perfectly at ease passing through the large groups of people, and you, as an Omega had to force a smile passed getting groped and leered at. You even had a few of the rare Omegas that passed by wrinkle their noses at your scent. Granted, most Omegas couldn’t stand the sickly sweet scent of other Omegas, but you at least knew how to act decently without letting your own disgust show.
It was the sound of shattering glass that jerked your attention to the growing crowd near a small open air market. People were murmuring to themselves, trying to peek around each other, and you couldn’t help but roll your eyes. You hated when people stared without offering help, and you began to immediately edge your way through the crowd to offer if you could be of assistance. Your eyes scanned the crowd, trying to figure out what was going on, and met the wide-eyed look of her friend who lingered behind her. Cynthia’s eyes were peeled wide, her heart shaped face pale, and even her honey blonde hair was getting frizzy from her usual sleek pixie cut. You quickly made your way back over, a frown curling your plump lips as the scent of unease began to waft from the crowd, and you wrinkled her nose in displeasure. The Alphas, Betas, and the few Omegas were letting off the smell of burning plastic, the normal scent for anxiety and fear, and your mind raced on what could be happening to cause such a strong reaction.
Cynthia’s fingers bit into your arm when you were close enough, her red painted lips pressed into a thin line, and she dragged you close while whispering harshly to you.
“I heard an Alpha is going into Rut!” she hissed, eyes darting back towards the crowd, and you felt your eyes go wide.
Cynthia’s normal soothing minty Beta scent was overshadowed by anxiety, and you knew your own scent was spiking with fear. Few words caused an instant striking fear to hit an Omega like hearing about a nearby Alpha going into Rut. A lock of hair escaped your neat chignon, making you bat it away in irritation when it obstructed your vision as you nibbled your lower lip nervously, and you found yourself taking a small step forward. Cynthia followed you hesitantly. You pushed past a few people, ignoring their withering looks, and you finally spotted the Alpha in question. In the middle of a semi-circle stood four men and you felt yourself move closer while Cynthia released her harsh grip with a hissed protest.
The man slowly being surrounded made you do a double take.
He was slightly hunched in on himself as if to make himself look smaller and less threatening, dressed in dark jeans, a simple black t-shirt and slate gray button up that was stretched tight over broad shoulders, and his dark curly hair was sticking up in wild curls. The other men were dressed in simple white button ups and black slacks, clearly part of security, and they were clearly in a heated argument with the man. You maneuvered around the crowd, trying to get a better vantage point to see if you could offer any help or wave over any other security, and was jostled by the crowd as more people joined. You tuned to glare at the person who decided to dig their elbow into your ribs, and you moved further along the crowd. You suddenly realized that the man was trembling, holding his hands out almost pleadingly, while the security barked orders at him. You suddenly got a whiff of Alpha spices, Your nose tingling pleasantly, and you noted the dark undertone to the smell.
He was going into Rut.
You dimly remembered horror stories of what happened to Alphas and Omegas who were caught in Rut or Heat out in public. Your skin crawled and your stomach flipped with unease. Something brash urged you forward, giving you no time to think about what you were doing, until your back was suddenly pressed flat against the man’s front. Shielding him from the security in a weak attempt.
“It’s okay! He’s with me!” you said loudly, throwing your hands up in a placating manner that mirrored the man’s previous position, and ignored the large hands instantly clamping over your hips.
The scent of spices now washed over you, leaving your head spinning, and your heart began to thunder in your chest at the feel of breath displacing loose hair from the nape of your neck. An attractive brunette nearby squinted at you, hesitating near the man before disappearing through the gathering crowd, and you swallowed thickly at the way everybody was suddenly staring at you.
“He’s…he’s with me,” you repeated, hiding your wince as the hands tightened on your hips almost painfully, and you lowered one hand to wrap around his wrist to try and loosen the iron grip.
The skin was hot underneath your palm, but they loosened minutely much to your relief.
“You know what happens to those who come out in public ‘affected,’” one short rotund security guard snapped making you flinch back at the harsh tone and felt the Alpha behind you stiffen.
His broad chest vibrated, a growl rumbling through his lips, and your inner Omega shivered pleasantly.
“We…we didn’t know, I swear! I can get him home without trouble…I promise,” you added almost breathlessly while squeezing the man’s wrist to get him to stop growling.
You nearly jumped a foot in the air when you felt him press closer, a nose nudging against your hair, and you swore your knees wobbled. The men eyed you cautiously, looking over your simple powder blue sundress and flipflops, before sharing glances.
“Let the couple go home!” An accented woman’s voice shouted from the crowd, followed by a few jeers, and your heart was pounding as the guards squinted back at you.
The Alpha made a low growl, no longer threatening, and he nosed against you again. It was pleased sound, the Alpha apparently liking what he was smelling, and you barely cut off the answering purr that threaten to bubble up your throat.
“Please?” you tried again, steadfastly ignoring the way you were pushed flush against a hard body by the Alpha’s hands on your hips.
The short man, the one clearly in charge, narrowed his eyes before eventually grunting.
“I better not hear about an Alpha in Rut on the loose…and consider this your first and final warning,” he said, pointing a finger at them, and you were nodding before he even finished speaking.
“I understand…thank you,” you said as you turned to slowly start pushing the Alpha out of crowd that easily parted for them.
“Come on, uh, lover,” you said awkwardly while frog marching the man away, knowing that you were still being observed closely even as you made it out of the market, and that’s when you realized that you were trembling.
You met Cynthia’s wide eyes through the parting crowd with a helpless shrug before glancing up to look at the man. ‘He’s gorgeous,’ you thought distractedly. Dark brown eyes bore into you, a strong sharp jaw twitched as if he was clenching his teeth, and his nose was flared as if he was scenting the air. His wild black curls were sticking to his sweat damped forehead. You reached up on your tiptoes to push the lock back with shaking fingers.
“Do you think you can make it to the parking lot?” you asked softly, watching his eyes flutter at your touch, and he slowly gave a small nod after a few moments. He turned, making sure to tuck you close to his side, and walked with sure steps.
You were surprised at first but soon noticed that he was trembling against you and a low growl rumbled out of his chest when people didn’t part quick enough for you. You wrapped an arm around his waist, the other holding the arm draped over your shoulders, and you could feel his body heat through his clothes.
“You were either really desperate to come visit the market or you are really stupid,” you muttered under your breath and you swore the Alpha let out a small strained chuckle.
You finally pushed through the entrance to the parking garage, right as his trembling increased, and he suddenly turned to bury his face in your neck as cool air from the shaded area washed over you. You squawked in indignation, barely restraining the urge to instinctively shove him away when you noticed the security guard still lingering a few feet away with a fierce scowl twisting his face, and you resigned yourself to being aggressively scented. His own scent was getting to your head, your inner Omega swooning at the virile scent of him, and you felt yourself shiver as you breathed in another lungful. He nuzzled against your throat, his nose brushing against the sensitive skin there, and your knees did buckle when you felt lips mouth at your throat.
“Marc!” a voice shouted, making you jump and your eyes flutter open, and you realized you were pressed against the stone pillar with the Alpha pressed tight against your body.
‘When did that happen?’ you wondered as you craned your neck to look around the man. The brunette from the crowd was walking briskly towards them with a panicked look on her face, dark kinked out curls bouncing with each step, and her dark eyes were darting between the two of you with worry. The Alpha turned his head and a low dangerous growl rumbled up from his chest. The woman faulted in her steps before scowling at the sound.
“Don’t attack your friend, Marc,” you teased calmly, hoping to soothe and distract him, and you felt his body shudder even more when you gingerly brushed your hands against the arms still anchored to your waist.
You petted over him gently until his growling stopped.
“We need to get him back to his place,” the woman said quietly, watching as the man nosed at you again while making a small grumbling noise, and you glanced over at her with a small awkward smile.
“I can try and keep him calm until we make it there, but we will need to leave quickly,” you continued as your brain fogged at the edges as the scent of his Rut seeped into you.
The woman at her with concern, eyes sharp, and looked back at the Alpha trying his hardest to rub his scent over you through your clothes.
“You know what may happen if you stay with him. Even if we pump him full of suppressants as soon as possible,” she said softly and you forced yourself to think past the haze of hormones.
It was highly likely that your Heat would be kickstarted the longer you stayed near the man. The hormones released from a virile Alpha were extremely potent, but you couldn’t stand the thought of leaving the man alone in agony after already scenting an Omega. ‘If anything we’ll get him pumped full of suppressants and I’ll have an extremely handsy cuddly Alpha on my hands,’ you thought with a shiver while flushing hotly at the thought, and you met the woman’s gaze with determination.
“We have to get him situated,” you said with a firm nod and the woman gave her a clipped nod and a crooked smile before disappearing to get her car.
You stood there being aggressively scented, nearly fainting when the Alpha, Marc, started to lick over your scent glands, but soon the woman was squealing up next to them in a car and ran over to open the back door for them.
“Come on, lover…let’s get inside,” you said while prodding at the Alpha now nosing against your hair and you slowly maneuvered him towards the back seat.
You turned to slide first into the car and reached for the seatbelt, but a low purr stilled your hands. Almost immediately, Marc bowled you over, and you landed on you back with a small ‘oof’ and your head was pushed at an odd angle at the opposite door. He crawled over you, settling easily between your parted legs, and started scenting the other side of your throat.
“Marc!” the woman admonished, eyes going wide, and you waved your arms above the man’s back.
“I’m…I’m okay! We need to go!” you said, holding back your gasp as warm lips trailed over your pulse point.
Eventually you head the car start and you let yourself relax slightly into the leather seat. Marc growled in approval at feeling you relax and you gently pet through his surprisingly soft hair as he nibbled along your collarbone. Suddenly, he lifted his head, and he pinned you with his dark eyes and you were struck stupid by the flush in his high cheekbones and his slick lips.
“My Omega,” he purred lowly, the words sparking across every single nerve and setting them on fire, and you couldn’t stop the high pitched whine that slipped out of your mouth.
Then, he was licking into your mouth as if trying his best to swallow the sound, and you could feel your inner Omega bloom for him at his taste. Only one thought was going through your mind as Marc kissed you as if you were his only source of oxygen, licking at your lips as if he couldn’t help himself, and growling against your mouth as if he wanted to crawl inside you and devour you whole.
Summary - When your best friend starts acting strange and you're left confused about his feelings, Natasha manages to convince you to try to make him jealous, what could go wrong?
Word count - 5k
Warnings - kind of smut, Dry-humping, slight dirty talk, a lot of kissing, fluff, jealousy
A/n - This was a request from an anon but Tumblr ate the ask... and I don't have it written down, but it was something along the lines of 'Best friend!bucky x reader where she asks him advice about a guy to make him jealous'. I wrote this months ago and it definitely wasn't supposed to be this long but here we are. I have edited it about 50 times now and still feel kinda anxious about it since I haven't posted in a while so I really hope you enjoy!
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You had always been close with Bucky. Always. Having met in your teenage years and grown up together, you were thick as thieves, he'd been your best friend for now the majority of your life. Someone you'd always go to over anyone else when problems would arise at home or school, and he did the same with you.
He had found you hiding out in the library on your second day at your new school, picking at your food with distaste as you sat alone. You were surprised at the fact that the boy had even talked to you in the first place, offering a small wave of his hand and a kind smile when you first saw him, but when he asked politely if he could sit with you and didn't hesitate to pull his lunch from his backpack and complain as dramatically as possible that there was just 'far too much food in his bag and no way he could eat it all', you remember smiling the most you had in weeks, rolling your eyes as you took the fruit he had offered you wordlessly.
You'd been best friends ever since, and there was always this unspoken understanding between you, one that you never had with Steve, as much as you loved him, or Natasha, as close as you are. It was always different with Bucky, always a different atmosphere between the two of you.
That was also unspoken. You'd mentioned it once to Natasha, explained to her that somehow, just being in the same room as him managed to calm that ever-looming anxiety you tended to feel, and when you'd meet his eyes across the distance, you always knew exactly what he was trying to tell you without any words needing to be spoken, that for weeks after your childhood pet passed away when you were 15, Bucky held your hand every single day because your anxiety had spiked and he had noticed the constant shake to them. That became a hard habit to lose.
Her response was 'the look', almost deadpan, wordlessly saying to you 'I know you're not a fucking idiot, c'mon now'.
You had blushed and changed the subject.
Of course there were times you might've looked at him a bit differently, you met at a fairly young age, and it was after meeting him that your interest in boys grew.
Watching the scrawny boy you'd known since you were 13 get his braces off and grow a sudden foot taller was a lot for your growing heart to handle, and then that Brooklyn-boy charm came in and girls were falling at his feet, not one of them knowing or caring about who he was, just hypnotised by those light blue eyes. You always hoped he was too distracted by those girls to notice how desperately hard you tried not to fall under his spell too.
So yeah sure, there may have been a time during your mid-to-late teens and possibly your early twenties that you might have liked him in a' more than a friend' way.
But that didn't mean anything had to come of it.
However, there's a certain red-headed Russian woman in your life that, for some reason, refuses to let you hide in your dark pit of misery and denial.
You shouldn't have even mentioned it. the one time you willingly brought up the topic of James Barnes with the all-knowing Natasha and she had immediately fed your delusions.
"I'm not saying he was jealous at all, Nat, I'm just saying... he looked kind of upset."
"What kind of upset? Did he look sad? Angry? Were his eyebrows all furrowed? ooh, did his fists clench? I bet his fists clenched. The jaw definitely clenched. He's a jaw clencher for sure-"
"Nat, Stop! He just..." You groaned, throwing your head back dramatically as you leaned against her kitchen counter, "He just seemed off."
"Okay, but did his jaw-"
"Yes! Now can we stop talking about it."
She stopped what she was doing to stare at you, her eyebrows raised, "You do realise you're the one that brought it up right?"
You sighed and pressed your palm to your forehead, before dragging it down your face, and Natasha tutted, wrapping her arms around you in a tight squeeze.
"You're stressing yourself out too much about all this, babe. Why don't you just ask him how he feels."
You pulled back from the comforting embrace quickly, but still stayed in her arms, "Fuck that. No. No way. Then he'd know, he'd know why I asked, or he'd at least ask me why I asked and then I'd either have to run away or lie to him and I've never been able to-"
"Okay, breathe angel. Stop this, you can't do this forever, honey. I know you're scared of losing him but this is what could break your friendship if you let it, half the time you're avoiding him because you are so scared of him knowing how you feel." Said Natasha, before she pulled away to continue with her cooking.
"What do you mean how I feel?" You asked, feeling your cheeks grow hot when she sighed and shook her head, not even looking your way.
"Nope, no, not even gonna get started on that one. You know exactly what I'm talking about."
You opened your mouth to argue but she only gave you another look, and your mouth snapped closed.
It was silent for a moment and you leant your elbows on the counter, holding your face in your hands as you watched her expertly sprinkle different spices into her food, but you knew not to get too comfortable in her silence, Natasha was scheming, and that was definitely something to be frightened of.
You practically jumped out of your skin when she finally broke the silence, "I have an idea, but I need you to have an open mind and actually listen for once, okay?"
You hesitated, struggling to hold the intense eye-contact she was currently giving you. A part of you was ready to say no, tell her to leave it be and let you wither in a pit of sadness, but the rest of you leaned in to her words, wanting, no, needing something to happen, anything after years of this constant stalemate, this strange game of cat and mouse between yourself and your best friend. You were constantly holding your breath around Bucky, waiting for something inevitable to happen. What that would be? You had no idea, but you couldn't do it anymore.
"...go on." You finally said, having made up your mind without realising. Natasha almost seemed surprised, but you weren't sure that was even possible. She nodded and gave you a smile.
"You wanna know if he was jealous? Give him a reason to be and then figure out if he is, that way, you'll have more of an idea of how he's feeling, and when it comes to talking to him about your feelings, you might actually do it this time. Plus, you might get some info on how to get him even more interested."
You thought over her words, still confused as to what her grand plan was, "And how might I do that exactly?"
"Say you've got a date, ask him for advice, play with him a little bit. Works every time, trust me."
She said it like it was no big deal, and you were stuck on the way her smirk widened when she said 'play with him a little bit'.
"I just told you I can't lie to him." You replied.
Natasha simply raised her eyebrow at you, "As if you haven't been lying to him since you were 15."
"Hey, that's not lying, it's just... concealing certain parts of the truth."
She tilted her head in your direction but you ignored her, turning away completely and crossing your arms over your chest with a huff.
"Don't lie then, tell him that your interested in some guy and play it off like your asking for advice. He doesn't have to know that he is said guy and its all a secret ploy to make his jaw clench again."
"Nat." You groaned.
"What?"
"Why would I ask him for advice though? He knows I'd go to you."
Nat sighed this time, frustrated with your excuses, "Tell him you wanted advice from a guy."
"But Steve-"
"Just do it! If he's actually jealous he'll be more focused on the fact that your trying to get into pants that aren't his." She raised her voice, dropping her wooden spoon into the simmering pot to turn to you, that Russian accent peaking through her words.
"Nat, I'm telling you now, he isn't jealous."
She almost started to argue, but then she spotted that dejected look in your eye and stopped herself, taking a deep breath to calm her frustrations and think of a good response, "Are you saying that because you believe it? Or because you want him to be jealous so bad you wish he wasn't, because you're terrified of losing him."
You went silent, staring down at the floor when you realised you had no response for her.
"Thought so." She said before shuffling closer, pulling you in for a hug, "Look babe, you need to stop worrying about what could happen, and just focus on what is happening right now. If you're not ready to tell him how you feel, you don't have to. Trying this won't hurt, and it won't hurt your friendship, okay? Go one step at a time, you're getting too ahead of yourself."
You thought about it for a while as you enjoyed the hug, before you pulled back and nodded, thanking her for the advice and apologising for being difficult, she only chuckled and began to dish up the food.
"No worries honey, I'm used to it."
It's not like you had ever said you'd actually do it, and you never exactly planned to. But Natasha's plan had started to loom over every interaction you had with Bucky, so much so that without realising you had started to avoid him, and that only made you feel worse.
It took a sleepless night of tossing and turning and missing your best friend like crazy when you finally made the decision. You can't do this forever, why not just say fuck it for once.
It started when Bucky had invited you to his place for a movie night, like he did every weekend, like he had the past two weekends where you had declined, but this time you said yes, and decided that this would be the night you tried to make him jealous.
You weren't proud of it, and a part of you felt incredibly guilty as you stood at his door and knocked. No matter how many times Natasha told you this was harmless, you still couldn't believe her.
"Are we knocking now? What happened to 'your place is my place'?" Bucky asked as he opened the front door to let you in, barely moving aside so your arm brushed against his when you walked past him.
"Ha ha. Just didn't know if it was locked or not." You punched his shoulder and he scrunched up his face in mock offense.
"Sure. Go sit down and pick a movie, I'm just getting some snacks ready." Bucky said, nodding to the couch before he turned and walked into the kitchen, black sweatpants so low on his hips you could just about see the waistband of his boxers, wearing a black t-shirt with his hair pulled back into the low bun you'd helped him learn how to do.
You nodded slowly, watching him walk away for a few seconds before rolling your eyes at your own idiotic behaviour and slumping down across Bucky's couch, the remote in your hand as you lazily flicked through Netflix.
"Any particular genre?" You shouted out to Bucky, who came out from the other room to shrug his shoulders at you.
"Like I said, doll, whatever you'd like. Only fair after I made you come with me to see that god-awful movie Pheobe forced me to watch."
You snorted a laugh, frowning when he walked away again, your mind wandering to the last time you went to the movies with Bucky, over a month ago now, when he had forced you to third-wheel his second date with 'Pheobe' for no apparent reason.
It was almost humiliating the way she had pulled you aside in the bathroom.
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"I seriously don't mean to be rude but... why are you here?" Pheobe whispered, despite the fact that every stall was empty and Bucky was stood outside the building, but your face grew heated as the woman across from you voiced the exact question you'd been asking yourself all night, "Like, at first I thought you were a lesbian, but after that story you told earlier I'm assuming you're not, which is fine, but why are you here? I told Bucky this was a date. Does he really not like me at all?"
You were stumped, opening and closing your mouth like a blank-minded fish, searching for the answer that you didn't have, only coming up empty, "Honestly Phoebe, I have no idea. I'm sure he does like you, maybe he just wanted me to come to..."
"Maybe he just wanted to go on a date with you."
"What?!"
"You heard me. I think I'm the third-wheel here." Her voice went quiet, and you instantly felt bad.
"No, Pheobe. That's absurd, he's my best friend."
"You might want to re-think that."
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"What did you pick?" Bucky asked, placing the bowl of popcorn in-between you as he sat down and you smiled at him, pushing away the memory.
"Twilight." You replied, sinking back into your seat as you grabbed and handful of popcorn and shovelled it into your mouth.
Bucky nodded as his eyes focused on the screen, his jawline prominent as he chewed, licking his lips of the salty flavouring, a light stubble on his jaw from not shaving in a few days-
"You good?"
You gulped loudly, taking a breath as you met his eyes, embarrassed that you'd been caught staring, "Yup." You said, nodding as you turned to look at the screen again, ignoring his amused chuckle.
Your mind wandered to the conversation you'd had with Natasha only hours ago.
'Don't overthink it, just bring it up when you get the chance, be casual about it'
No overthinking, casual. Easy. Maybe now would be a good time to bring it up, casually, without overthinking anything.
"Actually-" You started, clearing your throat when it immediately closed up and your fight or flight was begging to kick in, your mind instantly wondering to all of the negative repercussions this could-
You were definitely overthinking right now.
"Yes?" Bucky asked, still half watching the movie before he fully turned to face you, sensing that this sounded fairly serious.
Definitely not casual either.
"I wanted to uh, talk to you about something." The temptation to smack yourself on the forehead was growing unbearably stronger by the second, but you imagined that would probably raise some concern. Your hands twitched by your sides instead.
"What is it?"
"Well, it's kind of- I basically, well." You tried to awkwardly laugh it off, but sighed instead, just fucking say it, fucking lie to your best friend to find out if he's jealous, "There's this guy."
His eyebrows raised, lips parting, before he quickly snapped his mouth shut and furrowed his eyebrows, taking on a sort of clinical expression as he nodded, motioning for you to continue.
"He's uh... I really- like... him, and... he's..." You took a breath, too many pauses, "different, you know?"
He scrunched his face up, "Different? What does that even mean."
"I don't know I just-" You covered your face with your hands, regretting every decision that had led you to this point. "I really want him to like me."
It was quiet for a moment, and you wanted to peak at him, but couldn't.
Bucky sighed, hands gently taking hold of your wrists to pull your hands away from your face, "Look sweetheart, if he's really a smart guy, he'll already like you. Any person would be lucky to have you, you don't need to change for anyone."
You rolled your eyes at him but smiled nonetheless, "I know Buck, thank you. I just..."
Don't overthink it.
"I was wondering if maybe, you might give me some advice? I'm seeing him on Monday and I guess I just want to make him want me, you know?"
He paused, still holding onto your wrists, "Want you?"
"Yeah, you know like- I wanna know what guys really like. I want to make sure he'll never forget me. That sort of thing."
"Sweets, I don't know if you should be asking me that. Why don't you just talk to Natasha if it's that important." He said, letting go of your wrists and pulling away.
"Because I want to hear it from a guy, and Steve's far too awkward for this conversation. C'mon Buck, please. I want you to teach me."
"You want me to teach you?" He asked, more than slightly breathless, and you quickly realised that this sounded much less like getting advice for a guy you like and more trying to get info on what Bucky liked sex-wise.
You did not plan for it to go down that route, and you wondered if you should pull it back, change the subject and try this again another time, without getting too explicit, but the way Bucky had almost whispered those words, was driving you insane. You wanted this to go further. "Yeah, I want to give this guy the night of his life."
He clenched his jaw, and tried not to laugh at the situation, almost tempted to text Natasha at that very moment and break the news. 'Jaw has clenched, I repeat, the jaw has clenched'. You managed to keep that temptation under control, still finding the situation slightly humorous before you actually realised what this meant.
Holy fuck, he's jealous.
You knew now was as good a time as any to push further, and with your new-found realisation, came a new-found confidence, the nerves pushed to the back of your mind, the only thing left of them being the fluttering in your chest.
"What do you think I should wear?" You held back a smirk when he leaned forward in his seat, elbows rested on his knees as he dropped his face into his hands. You kept pushing, "Remember that green dress I wore to your birthday last year? Do you think I should wear that one? You'd think he'd like that? Would you like it if it were you?"
"What do you mean if it were me?"
You froze, your cheeks heating up, that heat spreading to your neck as you quickly tried to save yourself whilst keeping this strange relaxed smoothness to your voice. "If you went on a date with Pheobe, and she wore that dress, would you like it?" You asked, before deciding to push it even further. Natasha's voice echoed in your mind 'play with him a little', "Would you think about taking it off her?"
He didn't even hesitate to reply, turning his head to look at you as he continued to sit forward, an almost angered air to his words, "It wouldn't suit her."
"You don't like it? But I thought-"
"Yes, I liked the dress, you looked fucking gorgeous in it. It just would suit her." He urged, the words coming out in one breath, his voice straining over the final word as if it was physically uncomfortable to say, like he held a certain distaste for the word. Her.
You could sense the atmosphere in the room changing, warping with the darker, heavy feeling that radiated off the man you were teasing without him even realising it, and although you knew you should probably stop, that you were getting on his nerves and for some reason this seemed to be a touchy subject, that nagging, red-headed voice was seeping into your thoughts again, telling you to go further, so you continued to push.
"Would he like it do you think?" You asked, tilting your head, keeping that sickly sweet innocent look on your face, he sighed and closed his eyes, his tongue wetting his lips again, teeth biting at the soft skin.
"If he had half a brain he'd fucking love it." He breathed, eyebrows furrowing along the words 'fucking love it' and you knew exactly what he was thinking of, the picture he had in his head.
Your smile faded, watching the way he opened his eyes but kept them trained to his feet. That heat grew in your chest, that weight, that feeling, weaving its way around your heart and seeping into your bloodstream, it carried through your veins, and suddenly you had never felt closer to your teenage self than you did now, like she had pushed the older you aside and taken her place, because she knew this feeling, she was the only version of you to ever fully accept and admit it for what it was, that the reason she blushed so much when her best friend asked her to prom because he'd rather go with you than some random girl he didn't care about, was because you loved him, and of course you still do now, of course you do.
You thought of what Pheobe said that night, you thought of what Natasha was constantly telling you, or that time Steve accidentally slipped that Bucky had a crush on you when you were younger, and you looked at him now, quickly realising that it was never them who warped your idea of Bucky's feelings, it was you.
The feeling had encapsulated your entire being now, the realisation of yours and his feelings and you decided that you had both waited far too long if this is what you wanted.
And you wanted him.
So you continued to play, speaking with a much more serious air this time, you didn't smirk, you just watched him as you spoke.
"I guess that's settled then, I just need to know what to wear under it." You practically whispered it, the warm apartment feeling sweltering now.
"Fuck." He whispered to himself, dropping his head in his hands again, "What are you doing?"
He looked at you from his bent position, almost looking desperate. No, he did look desperate, and you hated and loved it at the same time, for two very different reasons, you understood exactly what he was feeling, having been a victim to his teasing one too many times.
You parted your lips to talk, thinking for a second that you might actually be upsetting him, but then his eyes dropped to watch the movement, staring at your lips as he released a breath.
"I'm asking you for advice, Buck." You said quietly, eyes darkening as you leaned closer, your nose almost touching his and his eyes dropped again, entranced by your lips, "What about kissing?"
His lips parted, eyes darting up to meet yours, but he made no move to go back, in fact, you realised with a feather-light touch of his nose to yours, that he had inched closer to you, "What?"
His eyes were soft as he waited for you to speak, no apprehension to be seen.
"I need to know how to kiss him, how guys like it, you know?" He moved back an inch, that not so subtle disappointment in his eyes, "How do you like to be kissed, Buck?"
He shook his head in a barely there movement, eyes still not leaving yours, swallowing roughly when he caught you looking at his lips.
You moved closer to him, filling that inch that he had put between you, your heart thumping faster in your chest when he did the same, like he was magnetised, he looked at your lips again and you decided to take the chance.
"Like this?" You asked, before filling the gap completely and your pressed your lips to his, kissing him soft and slow, your stomach fluttering when he didn't hesitate to reciprocate, kissing you back the exact way you were guiding him to, but you pulled back before letting it continue for long, his breath fanning out across your lips, you gaze fluttered to his eyes for a moment, "Or like this?"
You kissed him again, this time harder, more urgency in it, your right hand lifting to his shoulder before you slid it to the nape of his neck, a sudden desperate need for his lips on every inch of your skin overcoming your thoughts when his arms wrapped around your waist.
You pulled away again and he tried desperately hard to follow you, eyes opening to voice his frustration when you wouldn't let him.
But you brushed your thumb across his bottom lip, silencing him, "Or maybe like this."
This, this was definitely the one.
You kissed him soft and slow, but this time parted your lips to brush your tongue across his, relishing in the noise that escaped him when you did so, and the way he then did the same to you, parting his lips in a way that breathed hot air into the kiss.
You were so enraptured with the taste of him that you barely even noticed when he pulled you onto his lap, your knees digging into the couch on either side of him. You only realised when his thighs between yours had suddenly stopped your ability to squeeze your thighs together in hopes of relieving that throbbing ache that had formed between them.
This kiss continued much longer than you had planned it to, forgetting what you were going to do next, but you didn't mind much, too caught up in the way his lips were so stupidly soft and his tongue was hot and wet, and his hands were huge and grasping at your clothes with a desperation so similar to the way you pulled his hair.
You pulled away again, much to his dismay as he practically growled and rolled his eyes in frustration. He rested his head back against the couch and licked his kiss swollen lips.
You needed more, barely letting yourself think about the fact that you had just kissed Bucky, The Bucky, Your Bucky.
"What about this, Buck? You like it when a girl does this?" You asked and he frowned, looking up at you in almost annoyed confusion, opening his mouth to speak but then you moved forward on his lap, sitting in a way that your core was pressed against his, his cock twitching in his sweatpants when you rolled those hips of yours, the annoyance and confusion faded and he reached for your hips, eyes fluttering shut when you made the movement again, biting your lip when it stimulated your clit, "Do you think you could come from this, Bucky? Or would you need more? Would you want my hand, or my mouth? Or would you just be begging to fuck me at this point."
He groaned at practically every question, his hands holding your hips as you grinded yourself on him, his cock now achingly hard as his hips started to lift slightly.
"Fuck, sweetheart, what is this? Why are you doing this?" He asked, his voice urgent and needy as he forced himself to stay still under you, gripping your hips tighter to signal for you to stop your movements, much to either of your dismay, "Please tell me this isn't all for some fuckin' guy."
You froze, confused for a second, before realising he still had no idea, and that guilt you had shoved away creeped back in.
Your heart was in your throat as you finally told him the truth, "It is, but he's you Buck. It was always you, it's always been you."
His lips parted, eyes widening slightly at what you had just confessed to him, "I'm the guy you were asking me advice about?"
"Well yeah, who else am I gonna get better advice about what you like from? Better to hear it from the horses mouth, eh?" You smiled sheepishly, shrugging your shoulders as you watched him huff a laugh with a shake of his head.
"Natasha, right?" He asked, raising an eyebrow but you didn't respond, probably looking very guilty of his accusation, "Well, I guess I should tell you that we may have been two-timed by her. She actually gave me the very same advice a few months ago, I just never had the guts to take it as far as you did."
"You talk to Nat about me?" You teased, but he only smiled gently, soft eyes watching you.
"Of course I do, how could I not tell her all about the girl I've been in love with since I was 15." He confessed quietly, blush reddening his cheeks, "God, she must be sick of me talking about you."
You laughed quietly, trying not to settle into the disbelief of it all and instead focus on your excitement, that teenage girl inside of you was screaming with glee and kicking her feet. You didn't let realisation that James Barnes just confessed he'd loved you the whole time you'd loved him be tainted with regret about wasted time.
"She must be sick of us both, I've been doing the same thing ever since I met her."
He smiled at you and you smiled back, pressed your forehead against his.
"What do we do now?" You asked, still very much feeling the physical after-effects of your intense make-out session.
Bucky huffed a laugh, "I'd love to say go to the bedroom, but not yet, I think we should work up to that."
You nodded and smiled, understanding what he meant and feeling thankful he was able to voice it for you, "Agreed."
"We could do this for a while longer though, still got four and a half twilight movies left to go." Bucky joked, his fingers finding their way under your shirt to brush against soft skin.
"Hm, sounds like an excuse to make out with your best friend all night."
"Maybe it is." He whispered back before he kissed you again, using his hand on your back to press you against him.
It felt so natural to the both of you, your bodies fitting together perfectly, no awkwardness or anxiety. You knew you'd both need to talk properly soon, but that could wait a few movies more, for now you could settle with kissing him until you ran out of air.
summary: you and bucky barnes have gotten close while on a month-long SHIELD mission together, but when natasha romanoff starts asking bucky about his relationship with you, you overhear something that makes you think your feelings are entirely one-sided.
warnings: FLUFF, so much fluff, emotional hurt/comfort, some angst, mutual pining, idiots in love, kissing, cuddling, pet names (bunny), protective bucky
word count: 3.1k
a/n: day 14 of my 30 day writing trope challenge was mutual pining. i struggled a bit to think of an idea that i could keep relatively short and this is what i came up with! just some cute, fluffy bucky! please enjoy!!
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“What’s going on with you and the newbie?”
You froze just outside the door of the kitchen when you heard Natasha Romanoff’s question, knowing she was referring to you. After all, you were the newest member of your SHIELD team, and you’d all been stationed with Natasha, Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes for a month-long mission in the Sokovian mountains. Even though you were almost three weeks into it, almost everyone still called you newbie.
“What’re you talking about, Nat?” Bucky’s gruff answer drew your attention back to the kitchen where he and Nat were cooking dinner for the team.
Natasha tutted loudly at the Winter Soldier, the sound patronizing. “Don’t play dumb with me, Barnes—I know you sleep in her room every night.”
You had to cover your mouth to stop your gasp from giving you away. You weren’t sure if Bucky could hear your frantically beating heart over the noise of the kitchen—pots and pans and chopping knives—but the sound you’d been about to make would’ve been heard by even your SHIELD teammates on the second floor, so the super solider definitely would’ve caught it. You craned your neck, trying to listen more closely, hoping Bucky was too distracted by what he was doing to use his super hearing.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Bucky said in an even tone.
A thorn of hurt pierced your heart. Sure, there was an unspoken rule between you and Bucky that neither of you talked about the nights you spent together, curled up in each other’s arms. It wasn’t exactly against any SHIELD rules, but you thought you and Bucky were simply in agreement that it would make things easier if the others didn’t know. Besides, it’s not like anything other than sleeping happened when he joined you in your bed each night.
It had started the first week of the mission. You were prone to nightmares, especially if you were stressed or in a new, unfamiliar location. You’d had them since you were a kid and informed SHIELD when you’d joined the organization. They’d conducted a psych eval but ultimately cleared you to proceed to field training. Your worst fear was that you’d wake up screaming on your first mission and reveal your weakness to your team. That fear had been realized—sort of.
On the second night in the Sokovian safe house, you’d woken up from a nightmare, sitting up in bed and looking around wildly until you remembered where you were. You hadn’t screamed, thankfully, but a moment later Bucky burst through your door. He told you he’d been awake and heard your distress and came to check on you. Curling in on yourself, you’d told him about your nightmares, but tried to assure him they didn’t make you weak.
You didn’t know what to expect from the Winter Soldier, but it hadn’t been the endless amount of kindness he’d shown you that night. He listened to you without judgement and shared his own experiences with nightmares, stemming from his time as a Hydra assassin. He’d offered to stay with you and laid down on top of the blankets covering your bed. You’d fallen asleep facing each other on opposite ends of the bed, but you’d woken up feeling fully rested and snuggled deep into Bucky’s chest, his arms wrapped tightly around you, the blankets twisted between your bodies.
The next night, Bucky knocked softly on your door after everyone had gone to bed and you’d let him in. Again, you’d both fallen asleep on opposite sides of the bed and ended up curling around each other in the night. After a few nights of that, you both gave up the pretense of keeping a respectful distance while you fell asleep. Instead, Bucky would slip beneath your blankets and pull you into his chest, where you’d settle happily, your legs twining with his.
For all your nights spent together, you’d done nothing more than cuddle with Bucky. Still, it hurt to hear him deny even that to Natasha, even if it meant he was trying to respect the decision you’d seemingly made to keep your friendship with him a secret. Especially since she clearly didn’t believe him.
“Barnes,” Nat said and even though you couldn’t see the super spy, you could hear from her tone she was rolling her eyes. “Fine, don’t admit to your second-oldest friend that you like her,” she teased in a way that spoke to her and Bucky’s long-standing friendship.
“Drop it, Nat,” Bucky said gruffly, the sound of a chopping knife getting faster, like he was the one doing the dicing and he was getting irritated.
But the Winter Solder with a knife didn’t scare someone like the Black Widow. “I mean, you’re right, you are a little old for her, don’t you think?” Nat said, needling her friend. From the hallway, you could hear the sneaky grin on the spy’s face. You knew what she was doing—trying to get a rise out of Bucky—and you pressed closer, wanting to hear what Bucky would say.
“I told you to drop it, Nat,” Bucky bit out, slamming the knife on the counter. “There’s nothing between me and her.”
The thorn of hurt in your chest grew into vines that wrapped around your heart until it felt like you couldn’t breathe. Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes, but you blinked them away. Careful not to make a sound, you retreated from the hallway outside the kitchen then fled to your room. You threw yourself onto your bed, burying your face in your pillow and trying not to cry.
You’d thought there was something special between you and Bucky. You’d considered him a friend, at the very least. And if you were honest with yourself, you’d developed much stronger feelings for the Winter Soldier. He was so kind and soft with you, keeping you safe from your nightmares, it was impossible for you not to get attached. But clearly your feelings were one-sided.
For five minutes, you let yourself wallow. You let yourself feel sad about Bucky not reciprocating your feelings—you even let yourself cry a little. But when those five minutes were up, you heaved yourself out of bed and stood up straight, pushing your shoulders back to make yourself look confident, even if you didn’t feel it. You checked the mirror to make sure there were no signs on your face of the tears you’d shed and then plastered a smile on before heading back down to the kitchen for dinner.
All through the meal, your heart ached and you just wanted to be left alone, but you soldiered on. If anyone noticed you were quieter than usual or your smile wasn’t as bright as it had been just the day before, they didn’t say anything. That was one thing about living and working in the same space as super spies—even if they did notice something was off, they knew better than to say anything.
Like how, unbeknownst to you, it took Nat all of 10 seconds to clock that something was wrong with you, though it took her another two minutes to figure out you were studiously avoiding looking at Bucky. It was only another few seconds before she’d deduced the only thing that could’ve upset you was overhearing her conversation with Bucky while they were prepping dinner. Nat also clocked that Bucky had no idea you were avoiding him or that you were upset; he was too busy laughing with Steve and telling the other agents about their rebellious teenage years—though the brunet would glance at you regularly, like he was checking on you. Nat smiled secretively to herself, leaning back and watching as everyone was still settling in to the table, content to say nothing and watch how things would play out.
After dinner, you excused yourself as soon as you could, claiming you were tired and went to bed. For the first time since you’d arrived at the SHIELD safe house, you locked the door to your room. Though you were resolved to try to make it through the night without Bucky, you fell into a fitful sleep.
When you woke to the pitch black of your room some time later, you weren’t sure what exactly had roused you from sleep. You didn’t know how late it was, but your body felt confused and restless. Rolling over, you turned on the bedside light and checked the time. It wasn’t that late, but everyone would be in bed. Still, you didn’t know what had woken you. Before you could puzzle over it for long, the doorknob rattled, the sound of the lock doing its job loud in your quiet room.
There was a moment’s pause and you froze, holding your breath. You knew it was Bucky on the other side of the door and you hoped he would take the hint and leave.
He didn’t.
There was a soft sound of crunching, rending metal and then your door was swinging in. Bucky slipped inside your room as he had so many times before and closed the door behind him, wedging it shut after breaking the lock.
When he turned to you, he wore a confused look on his face. “Your door was locked,” he said in a bewildered tone, his head tilted like he found it to be weird as he stepped toward your bed like he planned to join you.
Your heart squeezed painfully in your chest—not because you remembered what he’d said about you in the kitchen. You did, of course, his words and the vehemence with which he’d said them were unfortunately imprinted in your mind. No, your heart reacted like it did because you wished you could pretend you hadn’t heard him. You wished so badly that you could just let him slip into your bed wearing his gray t-shirt and athletic shorts and let him wrap you up in his arms, where you felt the safest.
Instead, you said, “I locked it on purpose.” Your voice was raspy with sleep but clear and when you looked Bucky in the eye, you knew he heard you.
“What?” he asked, stumbling to a stop a few feet away from the bed.
You’d already sat up, but you straightened your shoulders before you spoke to project the strength, determination and confidence you didn’t feel. “I wanted to sleep alone tonight.”
Bucky’s face went slack with surprise. Something like hurt swirled in those brilliant blue eyes of his. But he wiped his expression blank, his jaw clenching hard as he nodded. “Right, okay,” he said, his voice rough like he was chewing on gravel. He turned and staggered a little. You’d never seen the Winter Solder so unsteady on his feet, but you pushed your confusion and concern aside as you watched him walk back to your door.
His hand hovered above the doorknob, but before he grabbed it, he spun around, looking at you with hard eyes. “Did I do something wrong?” he asked, his voice somehow harsh and soft at the same time. “Did I make you uncomfortable?”
Somehow your heart broke more for Bucky than it had for yourself and you couldn’t meet his eye. You were more and more sure that it was hurt you saw in his gaze and you didn’t know how to reconcile it with what he’d told Nat in the kitchen. Your fingers twisted in the blankets in your lap, unsure what to say.
“Please, bunny,” Bucky murmured, his voice much closer than it had been. He’d padded quietly to the side of your bed and kneeled beside it. His big hands scooped up yours, gently tugging them away from your lap, holding them against his chest. You could feel his steady heartbeat beneath his skin and you ached so badly from wanting to curl up into him. “Tell me what I did—I never want to hurt you.” Bucky gazed at you with those bright blue eyes of his and you could feel the walls you’d started constructing before dinner crumbling to dust.
“I heard you talking to Nat,” you confessed, trailing off and ducking your head so you didn’t have to see his reaction to your words.
“Oh bunny,” Bucky rumbled, dropping his head to kiss your fingers. “No wonder you’re pushing me away.” He stood, and with quick, graceful movements, Bucky scooped you up out of bed and slid beneath the blankets, settling you on his lap with your head tucked against his shoulder.
As soon as you were safe in the circle of his arms, you burst into tears. “I thought you didn’t care about me,” you said in a ragged whisper, your words half muffled by your face being smushed into Bucky’s neck.
His big hands ran soothingly over your body, the warmth of them seeping through your pajamas. He shushed you softly, stroking your back and arms and legs gently until you settled enough to hear him. “I care about you, bunny—so much,” Bucky admitted. “But I didn’t know how you felt and Nat can be…she can be a little pushy.” Bucky sighed, relaxing deeper into your pillows, adjusting you on his lap so you were cradled in his arms just right. “I didn’t want her to push you into doing or saying anything you’re not ready for.”
You lay there for a moment, processing what he’d said. “So you were trying to protect me, from your friend,” you said slowly, testing out the words to see if you believed what he was saying.
“My pushy, meddling friend,” Bucky clarified, a hint of a smile in his tone.
Shifting to sit up enough that you could look in Bucky’s face, his expression turned serious, his eyes darkening at the sight of your blotchy, tear-stained cheeks. One of his hands reached up and swiped his thumb over the apples of your cheeks, brushing away the remaining tears. He smiled softly, like he was satisfied to see you tear-free.
When he met your eyes, you realized you believed him. There was nothing but caring and affection in Bucky’s gaze when he looked at you. Your heart fluttered happily, feeling whole again at the knowledge that your feelings weren’t one-sided at all. Bucky cared about you just as much as you cared for him. “Okay, Bucky,” you whispered, returning his smile with a tentative one of your own. Your words were an acceptance of his explanation and a plea not to hurt you again.
Bucky’s expression transformed into the happiest grin you’d ever seen on his face, but you didn’t have time to appreciate it because he was tackling you back onto the bed, tickling you. You squealed and laughed, the sounds breathless from your own happiness.
Bucky stopped after a moment, seeming to remember it was the middle of the night and everyone else was asleep. He hovered over you, that grin still on his face. Your eyes focused on it, one hand reaching up so you could trace a finger along his lower lip. Bucky’s eyes darkened as he stared down at you. “Bunny,” he rumbled, his voice deeper and more gravelly. “I gotta kiss you—please.”
How could you resist when he asked so nicely? Before you could even fully nod your head, he was ducking down and capturing your lips in the sweetest first kiss you’d ever had. His mouth was warm and soft and gentle as he kissed you, moving against yours with the same kind of tenderness he showed you when he was holding you at night. You felt like you were flying high amongst the clouds, dancing through daydreams with Bucky guiding you the whole way.
Bucky didn’t pull away until your lungs were begging for air and when he did, he didn’t move far, pressing his forehead to yours while you both caught your breath.
“Wow,” you whispered.
A chuckle rumbled in Bucky’s chest. “Wow, yourself,” he murmured, pressing one last kiss to your lips. He rolled onto his back, tugging you with him and tucking you into the bed by his side. “Get some sleep, bunny,” he said, turning off your bedside light and plunging you both back into darkness.
Feeling safe and happy in Bucky’s arms, it wasn’t long before you fell into a deep, restful sleep, all worries of Nat and what Bucky had told her drifting away.
Bucky woke you the next morning with soft, sweet kisses against your cheeks, his lips finding yours just as your eyelashes were fluttering open. You could hear the sounds of the house waking up, but you were lost in your world with Bucky, making out with slow drugging kisses as you both gradually woke up.
Eventually, though, you had to drag yourselves from bed. However, you soon discovered a new problem. The door to your room that Bucky had broken in the middle of the night was stuck closed. Bucky could’ve broken the door down, but you begged him not to, since you weren’t sure when it would get fixed. He ended up having to bang on the door until someone heard him.
From the other side, someone managed to get the door unstuck and when it swung open you and Bucky were greeted by the smug smile of Natasha Romanoff. “Nothing between you too, huh?” she snarked to Bucky, flicking a pointed look at you.
Bucky just rolled his eyes, rubbing at the back of his neck a little abashedly. “Yeah, yeah,” he muttered before he turned and dropped one more kiss on your lips like he couldn’t help himself. “See you downstairs,” he murmured just for you before he moved past Nat and down the hall to the room he was sharing with Steve.
When you were left alone with Nat, you asked, “You knew, didn’t you?” Not just referring to Bucky sleeping in your room, but his feelings for you.
The Black Widow tossed her head back and laughed. “Of course I knew what was going on with the Winter Soldier and the newbie.” She gave you an enigmatic smirk. “You’re welcome.”
With that, Nat sauntered down the hall and you were left wondering if Bucky had actually protected you from his friend’s pushy meddling or if you’d both fallen into her trap. After a moment, though, you decided you didn’t care. All that mattered was you and Bucky were good, you both knew where you stood and you’d finally kissed. As you got ready for the day, you couldn’t help but daydream about Bucky’s lips and your first kiss—the last first kiss you hoped to ever have.
Summary: After your friends set you up on a blind date with your sworn enemy, you both drunkenly decide to mess with them by making a bet to see who can pretend to be a happy couple the longest.
Pairing: Beefy!Bucky x reader
Warnings: 18+ only, smut, unprotected possessive sex, beefy!bucky manhandling the reader a lot, mirror sex, fingering, light angst with a happy ending, fluff, swearing, Fifty Shades of Grey reference, alcohol, jealous!bucky, brief run-in with an "ex" with a wife, pet names, Bucky is kinda cocky, enemies to lovers, fake dating.
Word Count: 10.1k
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“We shouldn't, right? It’d be too cruel,” Natasha asked warily.
“Nat, they have so many things in common, and frankly I am tired of their bitter rivalry over every little thing. We can’t finish a game of Uno without things getting contentious. And god forbid that they end up on the opposite team for charades,” Sam said. “Would giving them a chance at meeting outside of our game nights be so bad?”
“No, but you know how they get when they’re left alone.”
“Bitter and argumentative, sure, but maybe there’s a hidden spark just waiting to ignite into a blazing passionate fire.”
Nat looked at Sam incredulously, “I think you’re doing this to get back at Barnes for flirting with your sister.”
Sam smiled sheepishly, “Well why did you offer to set her up on the blind date to begin with? You were fully on board at one point.”
“I just feel like there is something there that they’re not seeing, and I have a strong sense that if given the chance, it could work out really well. Plus Bucky’s not a bad guy, and after the dates she’s been on — well I trust him at least a little bit.”
“And at the end of the day it will be a really funny story if it backfires,” Sam said cheekily.
Nat sighed, a knowing smirk playing on her lips, “Yeah, can’t argue with that.”
┈┈┈┈┈・・
You walked up to the doors of the restaurant with purpose. Your best friends Nat and Sam had set you up on a blind date, and while the thought of that was unnerving, you trusted their judgment. Blind dates were a fun way of meeting people, or so you told yourself, and at the very least you knew that the mystery man was vetted by reliable people, so it shouldn’t be too bad.
With a deep breath you opened the door and walked towards the hostess.
“Hello, do you have a reservation?” the cheery wide-eyed brunette asked.
“I believe my date is already here. Is there a man in a blue shirt waiting for someone? I was told that’s what he would be wearing,” you said.
“Yes, of course. He got in a few minutes ago, told me to expect a woman in a burgundy dress,” she said as she took in your attire. “Right this way,” she said gleefully before quickly grabbing a couple menus and walking you towards a candlelit corner booth.
You couldn’t see the man given the angle of the booth, but the moment you arrived at the table you were filled with instant regret.
“And here we are, your waiter will be right out in a second,” the jovial hostess said before giving you a sly wink and leaving you to be.
You were met with familiar blue eyes that looked just as bewildered as yours.
“You’ve got to be kidding me. You?!” you exclaimed at your annoying foe.
“I’ve got to be kidding? What the hell are you doing here?”
You huffed out a breath before sliding into the seat across from Bucky. “Obviously this is some kind of punishment aimed at you for taking things too far last Saturday.”
He ran a hand through his hair, “When I play charades, I play to win, you know this.”
“I know, but did you have to nearly flip Sam’s coffee table?”
“This isn’t worth rehashing, what do we do, just go home?” he asked.
“I’m hungry, and while I could go find something to eat elsewhere, we’re already here. Can you keep it together without any drama for a little while?” you asked sarcastically.
“Only if you can,” he said with a raised brow.
“Great, I’ll just need a lot of wine, but then I’ll be good to go.”
“Perfect, let’s get a bottle or two,” he said before flagging down a waiter.
┈┈┈┈┈・・
“Some prank huh?” you muttered after placing both your food and drink order because you had no intention of prolonging the night.
“I know this is Sam’s way of getting back at me for something.”
“Yeah no doubt, but I’m not sure what I did to deserve this.”
“Right, because you’re perfect,” Bucky said drily.
“Exactly.”
Bucky leaned back and looked at you with a tight smile. “So what do we do to get back at them? I don’t think they should get away with setting us up on a date that they knew wouldn’t work out.”
“Whoa, I’m a damn delight, this could’ve worked out if you were anyone else.”
Bucky pinched the bridge of his nose. “Why are you like this? I only agreed to this because Sam said this girl was unlike any I’d dated before. I didn’t think he’d mean it so literally.”
You furrowed your brows. “The hell is that supposed to mean?”
He rolled his eyes, “Nothing bad, I just usually got along with my exes, at least for a while. You and I, on the other hand, have never gotten along.”
You nodded your head, “Yeah that’s true.” You paused for a minute as the waiter brought out your wine and poured it into your glasses, leaving behind the bottle.
After taking a few gulps, “Maybe you were right, I mean you pulled out an iron for that shirt, we can’t let them get away with this,” you said jokingly.
“Thank you for noticing,” he said as he subconsciously ran his hands over his nicely pressed shirt. “So what are we thinking? We could TP their house,” he said before taking a big swig of his wine.
You scoffed, “Bucky, how old are you?”
“Well give us an idea, smartypants.”
You sighed, taking a moment to contemplate. Unfortunately, you realized every option would be juvenile. “Ugh I don’t know. Sadly, the mature thing to do would be to pretend like this didn’t affect us so that they don’t get the reaction they hoped for.”
“That’s lame,” he said as your waiter brought out your food.
“So is their prank,” you muttered before taking a bite of your pasta.
The two of you ate in silence for a little bit because neither of you knew how to speak to each other companionably. It was always quips, retorts, and sarcastic remarks that fueled your conversations.
After a beat, you asked, “Did you pick out the restaurant?”
Bucky furrowed his brow, “Why, do you hate it?”
Your eyes widened, “No, I actually really like it.”
“Oh,” he chuckled in surprise. “I did, it’s my favorite spot for good Italian food.”
“Ah, well you’ve got decent taste — at least in food,” you said with a small smirk.
He tugged at his bottom lip, trying to suppress a smile. “Do you want more wine?”
“Yes please.”
Heat rose to your cheeks as the effects of the wine were finally making itself known. With one bottle down and another on the way, you felt a little more at ease in Bucky’s presence.
“I don’t know why Nat would set me up with you, no offense — like she knows that I just got out of something a little messy.”
Bucky’s eyes softened as he looked at you. “I know Sam is doing this to mess with me, but I can’t figure out what Nat’s thought process was in all of this. She’s usually so protective of you.”
“Yeah, I guess I’ll have to be more wary of her,” you said timidly. If you were completely sober you would shrug this off as a silly prank, but you weren’t and it was hard to process why your friend would mess with you in an area in which she knew you held many trust issues.
Before you could ponder any further, the waiter reemerged, pouring more wine for the two of you. The two of you happily drank some more, not completely hating the date any longer.
“You know what would be kind of funny?” Bucky mumbled more to himself.
“Hmm?”
“If we pretended that this date was amazing and that we liked each other after it.”
“Like liked each other?” you asked in surprise.
He let out a laugh, “Yes, like we felt a spark and decided to keep seeing each other.”
You giggled, “They’d never see that coming! But that would be hard to pull off.”
“I know,” Bucky blushed at the thought.
“Regardless, you can’t seem to keep your cool around me when you’re sober, so it would never work.”
Bucky huffed out a breath, “Yeah that’s true, plus you despise me and start arguments for no reason whenever given the chance,” he shrugged.
You scoffed, “Right, I’m argumentative for absolutely no reason and you never upset me on purpose,” you muttered.
“That’s exactly right,” he said matter-of-factly.
“I don’t know why you live to agitate me, I could totally keep it together and do it convincingly too.”
“Correction, you live to annoy me, and I know I could keep it together way better than you,” he said, crossing his arms over his chest.
“Wanna bet?” you blurted out.
Bucky’s eyebrows raised, his interest was piqued. “Bet?”
“We do the pretend thing to mess with Nat and Sam — the first to back out loses.”
Bucky narrowed his eyes as he considered the proposition; it would be a good way to get back at Sam. And he would take that bet on principle just to prove you wrong and show you that you were the irrational one, but he knew something else was needed to make it more interesting.
“What’s at stake? If we’re going to pretend to like each other in front of our friends it’s gotta be worthwhile.”
“Loser has to clean the winner’s place for a month.”
“Make it two months with laundry included and you’ve got yourself a deal. I could use the break.”
You snickered as you reached for your wine glass once more. “Yeah, and when I win you can enjoy the extra month of cleaning you’ll have to do at my place and yours.”
Bucky tilted his head, “Are we really doing this, or what?”
You extended your hand, “Two months of cleaning for whoever bails or starts drama first.”
He stretched out his hand, engulfing yours completely — and thus commenced the charade.
┈┈┈┈┈・・
You woke up feeling dehydrated and hungover; you needed a painkiller and a giant cup of water to quell the throbbing in your head. Begrudgingly getting up to retrieve that from your kitchen was a difficult endeavor, but it certainly helped you feel a bit better afterwards. Once your head felt a little less heavy you thought back to the bet you made with Bucky. Even though you were drunk then, it wasn’t difficult to remember every detail of the conversation now.
In the light of day you started to feel uncertain about following through with it, and you wondered if Bucky was going to bring it up himself. You wouldn’t be mad if he didn’t, but as you put some bread in the toaster you felt your phone buzz in your pocket.
Bucky: Hi sugarplum, honey pie…
Well shit, he remembered. There was no way you were going to back down now.
Y/N: Workshopping nicknames are we?
Bucky: Duh. I’m in it to win it, muffin.
Y/N: Okay good for you, but why are you texting me? There’s no one around to see.
Bucky: Nat didn’t text you?
You were about to type that she had not, but your phone began to buzz at that moment. Speaking of the devil, it was Nat calling to likely see how her crappy set-up went. Before answering you reminded yourself that you didn’t want to be Bucky’s housekeeper.
You soon found out that Sam had already spoken to Bucky and that Nat was checking to confirm if you really were good to grab coffee in an hour. She seemed genuinely excited to hear that things went well with Bucky, which confused you immensely. Nat even claimed that she knew something was there, but before you could ask her to elaborate on that she had to run. Before hanging up, you agreed to meet up with them.
So much for coasting for a few days before having to play pretend.
Before you could grumble about it too much you remembered that you had to text Bucky back before getting ready. You pulled up your messages and quickly typed out your response.
Y/N: Nat called, I guess I’ll be seeing you soon.
Bucky: Right, I was going to ask if you wanted me to pick you up on my way.
You couldn’t tell if he was being nice or whether he was trying to further prolong your suffering, but you had a feeling it was the latter.
Y/N: Fine.
Bucky: Cool, I’ll text you before I leave, babygirl :P
You rolled your eyes at your screen.
┈┈┈┈┈・・
Bucky pulled up to your place wearing a bright smile ten minutes before you were set to meet up with the other couple.
“What are you so happy about?” you asked as you buckled your seatbelt.
“I’m just really looking forward to the upcoming two months of chore-free living, that’s all. Seeing you reminded me of what a great break I’m about to get.”
You scoffed, “Wow, well I wouldn’t be too sure about that yet, Barnes.”
“Barnes? No pet name for me, doll?” he asked cheekily.
“I’ll think about it. Can we just save the talking for when we get to the coffee shop? I don’t even know why we’re doing this today.”
“Steve and Sharon are out of town, so game night is pushed to tomorrow. Guess Sam and Nat still wanted to see us, and I think they’re also trying to confirm that we’re a thing.”
“Well I am looking forward to messing with them about that,” you mumbled.
Bucky hummed in agreement, “Same, but let’s see how long you can hold out.”
“All I know is it’ll be longer than you.”
Bucky scoffed as he turned a corner, “Right, just try not to fall in love with me while you’re at it.”
You snorted, “Shouldn’t be a problem.”
“Why’s that?” he asked with a self-assured smirk on his face. Bucky loved to mess with you, mainly because you were the only one that could keep up with him.
You huffed a breath, “Because, I like my men a little less dick-ish.”
“Ah, yes, that would be an issue then,” he said as he parked his car. After a second, he turned towards you with a smug smile, “But is too much dick, really that bad?”
Groaning internally, you tried to rush out of the vehicle, ready for a moment away from him already. But Bucky was too quick, and he was there to help you out of the car once your door was open. You mumbled a thank you and moved to get across the street, but in your haste to get away, you tripped and stumbled onto the road.
“Y/N!” Bucky shouted. He quickly grabbed your hand and tugged you back just as a cyclist zoomed past, barely missing you.
All too fast, you heard a whiz of air and a shouting of expletives from the cyclist before you were roughly pulled against Bucky’s broad chest. “Shit!” you exclaimed, as you tried to recover your balance.
“Are you alright?” Bucky asked as he placed his hands on your shoulders to steady you. He looked at you with concern, only now noticing the stunning hue of your eyes. He unconsciously brushed his thumb over your cheekbone, hoping to calm you, or perhaps himself as he took in your beauty.
Your heart raced as you stared into his sparkling blue eyes. And when you took a deep breath to calm yourself, you accidentally inhaled his warm cologne — like sandalwood and vanilla. Wow, did he always smell that good?
Shaking your head and coming back to your senses, you finally found your voice. “This isn’t Fifty Shades of Grey. Thank you for saving me but I’m not going to gaze longingly into your eyes.” You only hoped that he wouldn’t bring up the fact that you had essentially done that already.
Bucky slowly released the grip he had on you, finally remembering where he was. “You sure? Could be good practice?” he said with a soft smirk on his lips. He was too mesmerized to call you out on that little moment, he was too caught up in you.
You released a breath, before nodding your head. “I’m sure.”
“Okay, well then it’s time to go put on a show. Is it alright if I hold your hand, for appearances of course?” Bucky didn’t tell you that he only wanted to make sure that you crossed the street safely. He was feeling unexpectedly protective over you after that adrenaline-inducing moment, and he was grateful when you wordlessly slipped your hand into his.
As you crossed the street together, Bucky felt a weird sensation in his chest — and that worried him more than he cared to admit.
Once you arrived in front of the coffee shop’s door, you both shared a knowing look. Plastering a fake smile on your face, you stepped inside as he held the door open for you. “Thank you, boo bear,” you said, looking back with a wink.
Bucky looked at you in surprise. Oh, so she’s not going to make this easy on me.
┈┈┈┈┈・・
“So you guys really hit it off, huh?” Sam asked curiously as you curled up next to Bucky in the wooden booth.
Sam’s narrowed eyes showed his disbelief, but Nat appeared smitten and excited for whatever response you were going to give.
“We did, what can I say?” you said gleefully as you looked into Bucky’s eyes. He tried to contain a smile, but failed miserably. You were too good at this, and he knew he had to put in some work to keep up.
“It was strange,” Bucky chimed in. “It was like I saw her for the first time last night. Suddenly, all of our petty arguments seemed ridiculous.” You looked over at him suspiciously as he spoke all too convincingly. He continued, “She was wearing this burgundy dress that looked so gorgeous on her, and I knew then that I wanted her. And of course, let’s not forget, she’s always challenged me like no other. She makes me want to be a better man. So thanks so much for the set up, Samuel,” he said with a charming smile.
Nat listened attentively to every word, as Sam sat still, finding it all hard to believe. Bucky and you were practically sworn enemies from almost the moment you crossed paths. Sam knew Bucky’s aversion was because he thought you were an “exasperating wisecrack.” And Nat knew your disdain stemmed from the first rude encounter you had with Bucky, where he told you he thought you were an “annoying know-it-all.”
From those early moments he couldn’t stand you, and you had trouble speaking with him without getting upset. Undoubtedly, it was petty and based off of the most trivial encounter, but it magnified over time. Game nights with the gang only amplified your animosity, which continued to grow through seemingly every interaction you both shared.
“Yes, thank you Nat. Seeing Bucky all cleaned up last night, looking so handsome, just did something to me. I knew then that I had to have him,” you said, groaning internally as you spoke.
Sam nodded his head, seemingly convinced. “Well, I’m happy for you both. You guys deserve something good.” The two of you together wasn’t entirely implausible, because despite the surface hostility, he knew you both respected each other.
“I guess this means game nights are going to look a little different too then, huh?” Nat asked teasingly.
Bucky looked at you, “Of course, we’re on the same team now. Isn’t that right, baby?”
“So true, bunny,” you said as you looked into his cerulean eyes.
Nat spoke up, “I am loving this, so so much! I cannot wait until tomorrow night.”
“Me too,” Bucky mumbled.
“Me three,” you said, lying through your teeth.
┈┈┈┈┈・・
The ride home was uncharacteristically quiet. Neither you nor Bucky had anything to say to each other. You were starting to feel a little weird about the bet, mainly because it wasn’t exceedingly hard to uphold. Playing nice wasn’t nearly as difficult as you imagined it’d be, and that felt strange. It’s not that you loved Bucky’s company, but you didn’t hate it as much as you usually did either.
Bucky was feeling his own version of unusual, because he too realized that sustaining the bet was too easy. He had been fairly honest, and he realized when he spoke of how beautiful you looked the night before, that he meant every word. Hopefully, things will change at game night.
He still felt compelled to check on you despite his desire to win. After parking in front of your place, he turned to you. “Are you sure you want to keep doing this? We can come clean before game night because I’m pretty sure we’ve convinced them and made up for their prank.”
“Is that your way of attempting to quit?” you asked curiously. Sure, you felt odd, but you were still in it to win it.
Bucky huffed out of breath, “No, I was giving you an out in case this isn’t something you wanted to do anymore. We could call off the bet and have no winner or loser if you want.”
“That kind of defeats the purpose of this whole thing, Bucky,” you said frankly.
“I… I know.” He shrugged his shoulders, unsure of what he was even trying to say in the first place. “So then, I’ll pick you up at 5 tomorrow?”
“Sure, and thanks for driving me today, boo bear,” you said as you opened the car door.
He let out a laugh, “Can I put in a request for another pet name?”
“You can, but it might not get approved,” you beamed before shutting the door and leaving him alone with his thoughts.
And that consisted of the thought of you in his arms, the feel of your hand in his, and the memory of you in that dress.
Shit.
┈┈┈┈┈・・
The following day, you tried not to dwell on the unusual feelings you had about the night before. They didn’t matter, and you figured Bucky would finally start some drama later on at game night. He was too competitive not to, and that made you excited about what was to come.
By the time Bucky had come to get you, you were giddy to get the show on the road. You both made casual small talk, and seemed to be in good spirits. The two of you even set boundaries on public displays of affection quite easily, agreeing on everything but kissing. However, your plans were briefly thwarted when Nat texted you, asking if you could pick up some ingredients that she forgot to get from the store. After letting Bucky know, the two of you stopped at the supermarket along the way.
“What did she say she needed?” Bucky asked as he grabbed a cart.
“Just a couple of things for her dip. We don’t even need a cart.”
“That’s okay, I like to drive it.”
“Suit yourself. I just need a few things from the produce section,” you said before heading in that direction.
“Alright, I’ll meet you there in a minute. I’m going to grab a couple drinks.”
You nodded, as you made your way to grab the vegetables you needed. As you picked out some celery, you were disappointed to see your recent ex, if you could even call him that, Quentin headed your way. Things abruptly ended early on after you found out that he had a wife. After a crappy first date, and a dramatic second date where his wife stormed in, you realized he was an absolute tool. He still called and texted you afterwards, trying to see if you were willing to look past it but you blocked his number after declining multiple times.
“Well if it isn’t Y/N. How have you been, sugar?” he asked obnoxiously.
“Quentin, —.”
Bucky interjected before you could respond. “Hey, doll. Do you remember the whiskey Sam had last weekend? I forgot the brand name,” he said as he stood behind the cart facing you and Quentin. He furrowed his brow as he took in your demeanor — he couldn’t tell what was going on, but he could see that you were bothered.
“Hey, um I don’t remember.”
“Oh alright, well did you find —.”
Quentin narrowed his eyes as he looked at you, “Who the hell is this, Y/N?” he interrogated.
Bucky was taken aback, but he finally understood from context that this had to be one of your crappy exes. He chimed in before you had to. “I’m her boyfriend, and I don’t really care who you are,” he said as he crossed his arms over his chest, making himself appear broader. “Ready to go, doll?” he asked, not giving Quentin a second glance.
Quentin was so shocked by the turn of events that he couldn’t think of a response.
You nodded your head as you placed the greens in the cart. Bucky reached out for your hand, after you put everything down, which you gladly took.
“Do you actually need anything else?” he asked as you turned the corner.
“No, I’ve got it all. And thanks for the assist back there.”
“Any time,” he said as he squeezed your hand. For a moment you forgot that he was still holding it, and by the looks of it, he did too. “Oh um, sorry,” he said, slowly letting go of your hand.
Bucky knew he shouldn’t, but he wondered if you felt it too, the captivating force that was pulling him to you — a small part of him wished you did.
“Nothing to be sorry about,” you mumbled as your heart skipped a beat. And you’d be lying if you said you didn’t miss the feel of your fingers intertwined with his.
“I forgot to ask, do you want me to circle back and kick his ass?”
You let out a laugh, looking up at him in disbelief. “You’d do that for me?”
Bucky cracked a smile, “Anything for my sugarplum,” he teased, nudging you gently. You only shook your head and tried to suppress a smile in response.
And even if his tone was playful, he couldn't help but feel like he meant it.
┈┈┈┈┈・・
After arriving at Sam and Nat’s you took the opportunity to step away from Bucky. You had a feeling things would get contentious soon enough, and a brief break before that wouldn’t be the worst thing. Heading to the kitchen you dropped off the groceries and caught up with the girls.
“How have things been with Bucky?” Nat asked suggestively, wiggling her eyebrows.
“Oh my goodness, is that why you two arrived together?!” Wanda asked excitedly.
“Nat, it's only been a couple of days, but it’s been great. He’s a good guy.”
“That’s what I’ve been trying to tell you. I know you guys clashed when you met, but he’s a good person. I’m so glad you’re seeing that now.”
Wanda chimed in, “Bucky really is the best — so chivalrous and handsome. I’m happy you guys settled your differences, because you make a lovely pair.”
“Thanks ladies,” you mumbled, taking a good swig of your beer. You were well aware that this was supposed to be a prank — mess with Sam and Nat for setting you up on a bad date, and get a couple months of cleaning out of Bucky. But it didn’t seem like the others were taking it the way you had intended. You weren’t feeling the satisfaction that you thought would come from pranking them, and Bucky was being entirely kind to you. How the hell is this going to work out?
Before you could worry about that too much, your old friend Thor walked in.
Excusing yourself from the girls, you walked up to your blonde friend. “Hey, I didn't know you were coming!” you said excitedly. Thor rarely made an appearance at your game nights, but you loved it whenever he did.
Thor beamed at you, “Hello, Y/N. It’s so good to see you! Are you well?” he asked before pulling you into a bear hug.
You giggled as he let you go. “I’m good! What’s new with you?”
As Thor caught you up on his daily life, someone else was feeling unsettled at the sight of you standing so close and chatting so happily with him.
From across the way, Bucky asked Sam and Steve, “Who invited Thor?”
“Oh right, I ran into him a few days ago. I invited him but I didn’t think he’d take up the invite. He’s always a good time though.” Sam paused when he saw Bucky's irritated expression. “Why do you look upset?” he asked.
Steve let out a laugh, “Because Y/N’s looking awfully chummy with him,” he pointed his beer bottle in your direction.
Bucky glowered at you laughing at something Thor was saying; your head thrown back as you gripped his large bicep for balance. Thor looked at you with the brightest smile, laughing along to whatever joke you two were sharing. It made Bucky’s chest tighten, and he did not want to think about the reason for that.
“Oh,” Sam said. He thought your behavior coupled with Bucky’s concern was suspicious, considering you both were apparently together now. “Well, what are you worried about? That’s your girl now,” Sam said to goad Bucky. For the first time that night, Sam started to doubt the legitimacy of your short relationship, and he figured he could push Bucky into revealing something.
Bucky took a deep breath before realizing something himself — this was the perfect opportunity to maintain the ruse and get you to quit first. “That’s right, she is my girl,” he said impishly. “If you’ll excuse me gentleman,” he said before heading towards you.
You saw Bucky strutting towards you jovially, a bright smile on his face. Those kinds of smiles weren’t usually directed at you, so you knew something was up. Unsure of the reason, but hoping to divert his behavior, you spoke up. “Hey, Buck! What’s up?” you asked behind an obviously saccharine smile.
“Nothing, just came over to see my girl,” he said as he reached out and wrapped his arms around your waist.
Your eyes widened as Bucky settled behind you, resting his chin on your shoulder as you both faced Thor.
“I didn’t know you and James were together,” Thor said with a sweet smile and a hint of confusion.
Bucky lifted his head. “We sure are Thor, this little jellybean is the best thing to ever happen to me,” he said with feigned enthusiasm.
“Well that’s wonderful, how long have you been together?”
“Three days, three amazing days,” Bucky said as he let out a chuckle.
Thor furrowed his brow, “Well congratulations, to the both of you,” he said before kindly excusing himself to get another drink.
Once he was gone you turned around to look at the annoyingly affectionate man behind you.
“What the hell was that?” you challenged.
“What was what, doll?” Bucky asked with a cheshire grin.
Your jaw dropped, narrowing your eyes, you grabbed his hand and tugged him outside to the backyard. “So we’re adding sabotage to the mix now, huh?”
“Sabotage, what do you mean? Like your chances with Thor? Well I just thought he ought to know your relationship status. Plus, Sam and Steve were starting to get concerned, what with you flirting so openly with another man when you’re supposed to be with me.”
“So what if he was flirting with me? We’ve told them that I’m with you.”
Bucky eyes widened, taken aback. “You knew?”
“Thor’s a flirt, who cares?”
“I do, you’re my girlfriend.”
You shook your head, “You know you’re starting to sound like a jealous boyfriend.”
“Then I’m playing the part right,” he shrugged.
You scoffed at his indifference, “Is that what it’d be like? Dating you?”
“Why, are you asking because you’re considering it?” he asked with a smirk.
“No, Bucky. I just want to properly warn the next girl that stupidly falls for those pretty blue eyes.”
“Did you just say that you like my eyes?” he asked gleefully.
“Ugh,” you scoffed before kindly shoving him out of the way and heading back inside.
He smiled to himself, satisfied that he got the better of that exchange.
Watching through the glass door, he saw you walk into the kitchen and pour yourself a drink. You looked frustrated with him, and normally that would make him quite happy, but today Bucky felt a touch of guilt in his smug satisfaction. He didn’t want you to actually be upset with him. Lately, when it came to you though, the more time he spent in your presence, the more confused he became.
The only thing he knew was certain from that interaction was that you were right. He didn’t like seeing you with Thor, and come to think of it, he didn’t like seeing you with that guy at the store either. It made him feel that tightness in his chest that was now becoming common when it came to you.
After you threw back your drink and headed to the restroom to freshen up, you finally had a moment to yourself. As you thought about the events of your typical game night, you started to think about Bucky’s present ridiculousness. By now you’d be at each other’s throats for some type of game disagreement, not because of something like this.
It was true, you enjoyed Thor’s company, and his flirty nature was fun for you too. However, you didn’t think you’d like the way it felt to be wrapped up in Bucky’s arms more — but you really did. The way it felt to be held against that wall of hard muscle, the heat permeating off his body, it just felt so good.
This was supposed to be fake, and perhaps there was more beneath the surface, but you knew you shouldn’t think about that. It was too great a risk to take, especially with the bet still in place. You couldn’t give that smug bastard the satisfaction of a win.
After returning to the living room, you observed the girls finishing up a game of Uno.
“Hey, charades is starting up in five. You and Bucky are on different teams. Since you both are friendly with one another, I’m sure it shouldn’t be a problem!” Nat said excitedly.
Oh thank goodness. Finally, competitive Bucky can come out and ruin the day.
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Bucky was excited to play against you, because he knew you were just as competitive as him. He too was ready to finish this bet. Every time you both stepped up to grab the slip of paper with the phrases on it, you could feel the tension. And he brought his A-game, beating you out on the hardest phrases. Somehow he was able to act out building a sandcastle with ease, and he made sure to give you a cocky wink after getting that done. When you were both up again, you were able to convey shoveling snow faster than him, and you loved seeing how frustrated that made him.
Bucky had Steve on his team, which was an unfair advantage because it oftentimes felt like they shared the same brain. But you were grateful to have Wanda on your team because it almost felt like she could read your mind, which definitely helped rack up some points.
As the game neared its end, both teams found themselves in a tie. It was down to you and Bucky to break it. After you both read “waterfall” you got to pantomiming the best that you possibly could.
Ultimately, you were able to break up the word and make it recognizable for Sam, thus sealing your victory. You made sure to stick out your tongue at Bucky as you basked in your win. He only shook his head before heading out the back door. There’s the hot head that I know.
You decided you’d follow him after a minute to see if you could push his buttons, and maybe win your bet too. But you didn’t expect to see him in such good spirits when you stepped onto the patio.
“Hey, doll,” he said with a soft smile. “Congratulations on the win, I really thought I had you there.”
“Here I was coming to gloat, and you’re being… nice. What gives?”
Bucky shrugged, exhaling a heavy breath. “You know I don’t hate you, right?”
“You told me off the day we met, Bucky. You don’t like me.”
“I was drunk, which isn’t an excuse, but I only told you that you were a know-it-all. Did you ever ask yourself why I might've said that?
You furrowed your brows. “No?” you asked quietly.
He took a deep breath. “I was being stupid and childish. I was the best at trivia, and then you came into my friend group, knowing more than me about American history — that was my thing. And it wasn’t just that, your team won the entire trivia match because of you alone. So I said something dumb when I shouldn’t have, because I was intimidated,” he said sheepishly.
“Trivia, Bucky? Are you insane?” you asked in disbelief. That had to be the dumbest reason to start a bitter rivalry with a person.
“We just clashed, we didn’t get along. And I guess I never did anything to fix that.”
“You know, I studied up on those categories because I wanted to make a good impression on the new group of people Nat was introducing me to. I didn’t want to ruffle feathers, I only wanted to be accepted. But before the night ended you made sure I knew that I definitely was not.”
“I misjudged you, and I annoyed you when I should’ve seen you for the exceptional person you are. I should’ve been kinder, and I’m sorry.”
You eyed him suspiciously. “I don’t get it. Why are you saying this now?”
“Because something’s changed, and I needed you to know that I —.”
“Hey lovebirds! Sharon convinced Nat to fire up the karaoke machine. You in or you in?” Sam asked excitedly, oblivious to the moment you were sharing.
“Um,” you looked at Bucky.
“We’re in,” he said. This was far too heavy a conversation for tonight, and he had already said what he wanted to.
He gave you a shy smile before following Sam inside.
You wished you could finish the conversation you were having. With the way Bucky was acting you felt like the bet would truly never end, and it scared you that you didn’t mind as much as you thought you would.
Now that you understood where he was coming from, as irrational as it was, it was hard to hate him. In his tipsy state he spouted out a statement borne of jealousy, which felt a little less harmful than what you had been thinking all this time. Still, you figured you could think about it all later.
It was karaoke time now.
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After watching Steve belt out “Brown Eyed Girl'' by Van Morrison, then seeing Sam follow it up with “Don’t Stop Believing” by Journey, you started to feel a bit overwhelmed. Nat asked if you were feeling alright, and you weren’t sure how to answer that. You couldn’t fully pinpoint what was going on with you.
Opting to avoid revealing anything that would lead you to lose the bet, you told her that you weren’t feeling well and that you were going to call it a night. Fortunately, Thor was heading out early too, so you left with him while Bucky dueted with Sam.
Immediate relief washed over you once you were back home. Finally, you were alone and able to process your thoughts on your own.
Things were getting weird with Bucky. Your friends were all too accepting of you two getting together, and even you were starting to get too comfortable with it. As silly as it was, you thought back to how you felt in his arms, when he pulled you out of harm's way. The way he looked at you, like he was seeing you for the first time — it was all too hard to forget.
The man that you couldn’t stand a few days prior, now made you feel safe and somehow cared for? You pondered how that could be and gave yourself a headache thinking about it. Bucky went out of his way to apologize, when you were happy to dislike him for the rest of his days.
Even though his rationale for being mean in the beginning was ridiculous, you realized neither of you did anything to stop it from spiraling out. And not only that, but he went on to tell you something had changed, making you even more confused. Did he feel something for you, like how you might feel for him too?
Deciding to forget about the whole thing, you lit a couple cozy vanilla candles and set up a warm bath for yourself. After soaking and relaxing your mind, you came to a decision.
You were going to call off the bet.
It had become pointless. Bucky treated you differently, and you couldn’t see how this would end in him surrendering. He was seemingly unbothered by the situation, so you had to be the one to put an end to it. You could always hire a housekeeping service or something to clean his place for him, the terms were never that detailed anyways.
As you slipped into your favorite pajamas, you felt content with your decision. Your life was going to go back to normal and an added bonus was that Bucky would no longer be your enemy — things were looking up.
Just as you sat down with a cup of tea, your phone buzzed in your lap.
Bucky: Can I come over? Unless you’re with him.
Huh? Maybe he was drunk texting you from Sam’s place. You decided not to text him back until the morning since it was already late.
Bucky: I’m outside, if you’re awake.
What the hell? You got up and opened the door, surprised to see him waiting on the other side.
“He’s not here is he?” he grumbled.
“Who?”
“The one that would be more than happy to give you a ride.”
“Of course, Thor’s not here,” you stepped aside to let him in from the cold.
Bucky breathed a sigh of relief. “Good, that’s good,” he muttered as you shut the door.
“You really came all the way over here to make sure I wasn’t with Thor? Are you serious?” you asked in disbelief.
“No, well, you left without a word and I had to make sure you were okay, and tell you —."
You cut him off before he could continue. “Look, I don't want to do this —.”
“I’m calling it. I don’t want to do this bet anymore,” he blurted out at the same time.
“You’re… we’re both quitting?”
His eyes widened as he processed your question. “Looks that way.”
“Okay. So neither of us wins and gets a housekeeper… I guess that’s fair,” you said.
“I think so,” he nodded. “Okay well, I’ll let you go then,” he said before moving to leave.
Placing a hand on his chest, “Bucky, why couldn’t this wait until tomorrow?”
He exhaled a deep breath, looking down at your hand. He wanted to confess that he came because he saw red when Nat told him you left with Thor, and that his heart wouldn't know peace until he saw you. He needed you to know that you had consumed his thoughts the last few days and he needed to release the pressure of the bet because he was overwhelmed by his emotions.
Instead he asked, “Did you feel it too?”
“What do you mean?” you asked timidly.
Clasping his large hand over yours, he looked up into your eyes. “I think you know.”
“I don’t know what you mean,” you breathed out. Thinking back to all the instances in the last couple of days that made your heart race, of course you knew what he was referring to. But it wasn’t made to work, not with all the rough history between you two.
His azure eyes bore into yours, as words were not necessary to express what laid under the surface. “Alright then,” he nodded before giving you a tight smile and dropping your hand to leave again.
“That’s it? You’re not going to elaborate or anything?” you breathed out, before you could bite your tongue.
Before you knew it, he was invading your space, slowly pushing you up against the door behind you with his hands on your waist. “I asked you a question, and you don’t want to answer honestly.” His lips were a mere inches from yours as he gazed into your eyes.
“It was a vague question,” you whispered, your eyes falling to his soft pink lips.
Bucky grabbed the back of your neck and pulled your lips to his — intentional and packed with everything he was too afraid to say. You reciprocated immediately; your confusion and doubt finally made sense. What you wanted, no, needed, was him.
You gave into him completely, letting him take control of the filthy kiss. It was all tongue, teeth, and wanton desire. His rough hand dug into your hips as he pulled you towards him, melding you to his firm body. Your hands found their way into his hair, and you tugged his brown locks, earning a deep groan from his throat.
Bucky didn’t want to let go of the feel of your lips on his, so he dragged out the moment until you were both too breathless to carry on. As he pulled away and released the hold he had on you, you reluctantly untangled your fingers from his hair and peered up at him; his eyes dark with kiss-swollen lips.
“You knew what I meant,” he whispered, his thumb brushing against your bottom lip.
You nodded your head.
Bucky smiled softly, one of his hands coming up to cradle your face. He couldn’t help it — his feelings were reciprocated and you were too gorgeous so he pulled you back for a wild, warm kiss.
“You’re mine now, understand?” he muttered against your lips.
You narrowed your eyes at him. “We’ll discuss that later,” you said defiantly, a smirk playing on your lips.
A lazy grin tugged at his lips, “You are the most frustrating woman in the world.”
You rolled your eyes, “And you are the most infuriating man I have ever known.”
“Yet for some reason, you like me, doll,” he goaded.
“Shut up,” you muttered.
His eyes widened, a twinkle of mischief glistening in his gaze, “Make me.”
He was about to tease you some more, but then you sucked his bottom lip between yours and he decided it wasn’t worth it; he’d gladly lose every little disagreement if you kept kissing him like that.
Bucky’s hand snaked its way to the back of your head as he savored the kiss, his tongue gliding along yours.
Reaching up, you tugged at his hair to tilt his head for an even deeper kiss, pouring everything you felt into the searing kiss.
Bucky’s hips grinded with yours, hands moving down to squeeze your ass as he kissed you fervently. You couldn’t help but moan at the delicious friction. His brain short-circuited, the sound sobering and disillusioning him at the same time.
“I’m… fuck, I’ll stop.” He pulled away to look into your eyes, his hands doing nothing to release you from his hold. “I’m sorry, I don’t want to take advantage —.”
“You’re not, we can slow down if you want though,” you said before kissing him softly.
He pulled away to smile at you. “I don’t want that. I want you.”
Oh.
You pushed his chest, successfully getting him to back up and away from you. He raised his eyebrows in surprise. You knew he was letting you shove him around, and that in reality he only moved because you directed him to.
“Come and get me then,” you said before making a break for your bedroom.
Bucky let out a laugh before chasing after you, and right as you were about to hop onto your bed, his arms wrapped around your stomach, jerking you back towards him. You squealed in surprise as he pressed your back up against his hard beefy body.
He moved you so that you were facing your tall mirror and the sight of him wrapped around you made your heart pound like a drum in your chest. Engulfed in his warm scent, captured in his strong arms, your head felt dizzy with desire.
“Now that I’ve caught you, what am I going to do with you?” he rasped, as his hand slid down your torso, toying with the hem of your shorts. You bucked against him, as his hand ghosted over your clothed core.
“Please, Bucky. Whatever you want.”
“Anything?” Bucky asked as he deftly untied your shorts, allowing them to fall in a pool at your feet.
“Mhm,” you mumbled as you watched his fingers dip beneath your panties, trailing his fingers through your soaked folds. “Bucky,” you whimpered, as his thumb pressed into your clit, his fingers prodding at your entrance.
“Yes, doll?” he asked, slipping two fingers into your tight hole, pumping slowly.
You were rendered speechless, trying to stifle your moans as you writhed against him.
“So gorgeous,” Bucky groaned, taking in your pleasured expression in the mirror. He curled his fingers and you keened as he gently caressed that spot that made you shudder.
Reaching down to his hand around your midsection, you guided it up to your body as you rucked up your shirt. Understanding your intention, Bucky pulled your top off before cupping your breast with his large warm palm, squeezing and kneading you roughly. You gasped, arching into him and he picked up the pace, strumming your clit with his thumb. You leaned your head back against his chest as he touched you, moaning as he eased in and out of you in a perfect rhythm. Incapable of controlling your hips, you grinded down on his hand erratically.
“Fuck,” Bucky breathed out, “Look at you.” You were falling apart before his eyes, and he couldn't look away.
You whined desperately, clutching his forearm as that familiar coil tightened in your belly, “Fuck, I’m —.”
“Go ahead, doll,” he groaned in your ear.
You whimpered as your walls fluttered around his fingers. Your vision going white as pleasure coursed through your body.
If it weren’t for Bucky’s arm wrapped around you, you were certain you’d collapse. As your breathing slowed and sight cleared, you got a good look at him in the mirror — you watched as he brought his soaked fingers from your pussy to his mouth, licking them clean.
Fuck.
Reaching behind you, you palmed his hard erection, earning a deep groan from his lips. Keeping his hold on you, he buried his face in your neck, sucking at your pulse point as he rutted against your hand.
“I need you so bad,” he muttered as he kissed along your jawline. “Are you ready for what comes next?”
You weren’t sure if he meant what you’d do in the bedroom or what would happen once you crossed the next line, but you nodded your head eagerly because it didn’t matter — you were ready for it all with him.
He kissed your temple before finally releasing the hold he had on your body. “Undress me.”
“Yes sir,” you whispered, turning around and eagerly unbuckling his belt, tugging off his pants and dragging down his boxers. Your mouth watered as you finally got a look at his impressive length. You should’ve known, the man was a giant, it only made sense that he’d be well-endowed too.
Bucky’s jaw went slack as he looked at you, wide-eyed and gazing at him with fire in your eyes. He pulled his shirt off himself because he could see your attention was elsewhere.
You marveled at the gorgeous unclad man, and you started to slowly pump his hard cock, unable to keep your hands off of him. You were about to fall to your knees when he lifted your chin to look into your eyes.
“I need something else more, doll.”
You looked at him quizzically, until he scooped you up and headed towards the bed. You giggled as his knees hit the edge of the bed and the two of you fell sideways onto your duvet. He let out a laugh as you sidled up next to him, hooking your leg over his own, as you peppered his neck with kisses. Bucky’s hand skimmed over your back, gliding his fingers along your spine until they settled around your waist. Your hand found his hard length, and you stroked him slowly, earning a deep groan from his chest.
“Fuck, baby,” he moaned.
He kissed you softly before pulling back to look in your eyes. His hand halted your movements, making you release him. You were about to protest but then he gripped the back of your knee, and rolled you onto your back, so that he was hovering over your wet heat. Bucky met your gaze, looking for any unease, only to find you nodding and biting your lip in anticipation.
He let out a chuckle at your expression before coating himself with your slick and lining himself up. Your fingers tangled in his hair as he slowly sunk into you, gasping at the feel of him stretching you out completely. Bucky leaned in and kissed you, his tongue swirling around yours as he gave you a moment to adjust.
You had never felt so full before, but you knew that you could get used to the feeling. Wrapping your legs around the small of his back tightly, you urged him to move. Bucky sucked your bottom lip before easing back and thrusting into you hard. He watched as your eyes squeezed shut and mouth fell agape, as he sank in and out of you.
He relished the way you clenched around him, your breathing coming out shallow as he took what he wanted. His lips found your neck when he felt your walls squeezing even tighter, “Such a good girl, and she’s all mine now, huh?” he mumbled against your skin.
“Mmm.”
“Use your words, doll,” he groaned as he suddenly slowed his movements. “Wanna hear you say it.”
Your eyes snapped open as the peak you were so close to hitting started to slowly fizzle away. Bucky had a self righteous smirk on his face, like he knew he had you. He wasn’t going to give you what you wanted until you answered his question.
“Bucky,” you whined in protest, trying to urge him to move faster with your hips.
He halted his movements as he gazed deeply into your eyes, “You’re not getting out of this one, doll,” he smiled before nipping at your bottom lip.
“Later,” you pleaded.
He swiftly pulled out of you, and manhandled you so that you were facing away from him while sitting in his lap.
Your eyes flickered to his gaze in the mirror. “Do what you want then,” he muttered as he placed a pillow behind his back.
You couldn’t help but think that Bucky was practically telling you to fuck yourself, but you didn’t care. You placed your hands on his thick thighs and tucked your legs up so that you were straddling him in reverse. The position had you spread open on your knees as you hovered over his lap.
Bucky grasped the sides of your hips so that balance would not be an issue, allowing you to comfortably rock against him. The sight in the mirror made you even wetter, if that was possible — his brawny body taking up your bed, with his hands holding you tightly as you moved against his thick, perfect cock.
You lined his length up with your entrance, and slowly sank down, releasing a shuddering breath as you went. The stretch ached in the most satisfying way, and you liked the control the position gave you.
Your lips parted with a breathy moan as you started to move, bouncing up and down. Finding the right rhythm was easy as Bucky supported you and let you grind against him until you found what felt good.
Bucky hissed beneath you, “Fuck, feel s’perfect.” He filled you up perfectly, like he was made for you.
“Look at yourself, doll.” He grabbed the back of your neck, coaxing you to look at yourself in the mirror. “Watch how well you take my cock.”
You cupped your breasts as you saw your reflection, and then you understood why he insisted on making you see. The way you moved against him, the way your bodies melded together, it was all so beautiful. As you continued to appreciate the sight, Bucky sat up, so you could lean back against him.
He kissed along your shoulders, up to your neck as you took what you needed from him. “Don’t you see it?”
And you finally realized, you did; you were perfect for one another, physically and literally. The thing that everyone saw, and you both were too afraid to admit, was that you were so damn similar. Both fiery, passionate, and a little crazy — you didn’t clash because you were different, you clashed because you were the same.
You wrapped your hands around his, as he sucked a hickey into your neck. “Yes,” you breathed.
“You belong with me.”
“I do,” you moaned as the coil tightened in your belly.
Before your brain could comprehend what was happening, he twisted you both onto your side and started thrusting into you from behind. “Good, now come with me,” he groaned. You arched your back, giving him better access as he pounded into you. His thumb found your swollen clit, rubbing rough deliberate circles, making you clench around him even more.
Your breath hitched in your throat as the sudden increase in pace and added pressure finally pushed you over the edge of bliss; your body tensing and mind blanking as your walls spasmed around him. “Fuck, fill me up please,” you cried out.
His thrusts grew erratic as he buried himself as deep as he could go, hips driving into you with more force until he was spilling himself inside your core with your name on his lips.
With one last squeeze on your hips, he carefully withdrew himself from you and rolled over on the bed next to you. You both laid there, panting as your breathing slowly regulated.
After taking a solid moment you lazily turned towards him and reached up to play with his hair.
Bucky turned towards you slowly, a lopsided grin on his face. His eyes were closed as he reveled in the way you touched him.
“That was…” you said, barely above a whisper. Hot as fuck, ridiculously good, indescribable.
“Yeah,” he nodded, knowing exactly what you meant. “I wasn’t too rough was I?” he asked gently, finally coaxing his eyes open to look at you adoringly.
You shook your head, “I liked it,” you murmured.
Bucky grinned, grabbing your hand in his hair and bringing it to his lips, “And to think all the times we were bickering, we could’ve been doing this.”
“Maybe we should take the weekend to make up for lost time,” you said teasingly.
Bucky rolled you over, and pinned your hands above your head before you could blink. His lips hovered over yours as he caged you in. “I’ll need more than a weekend for that, doll.”
You stretched up and pecked his lips before laying back and looking into his gorgeous blue eyes. “I think that can be arranged. After all, I am yours now, boo bear.”
He let out a laugh, “And don’t you forget it,” he beamed, leaning down to press his lips to yours.
Bucky would learn to deal with your silly nicknames, and your sass, and anything else you threw at him. Because now that you’d crossed the line, there was no going back — and he wouldn’t have it any other way.
Warning(s); Dom!Loki,d/s undertones,Daddy kink,Smut! (piv sex),clueless mobius,Angry Loki,dumbifaction kink,Praise kink,degradation kink,daddy kink,Forced eye contact, Cnc (Kinda),Aftercare, talk of lack of proper aftercare + More
Pairing(s); Loki Laufeyson x fem! Reader.
Summary; Loki’s tired of hearing about you and Terrence. You enlist the help of a friend and Loki asks something huge of you.
A/n; haven’t updated this series lately! Think I might be shadowbanned? Idk:(
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“I can’t believe you ran into him” Mobius said as you sat down in a office “yeah, let’s move on please” you said passing him the file of information the guy he sent you and Loki to today gave you. “According to him the artifact you want is in a different universe.” You said when a knock sounded “hey? Y/n I need your help I don’t understand this language” you sighed “behave, both of you” you said before leaving to help.
Mobius sent you and Loki on another mission that morning,on your way to meet him Loki let it slip that you had ran into your ex.
“So? What actually happened?” Mobius asked and Loki shrugged “nothing? He was just a huge asshole” Mobius nodded “ah, I see normal then” he opened the file spreading the papers out. “Why’d she even date him? Doesn’t seem like he’s worth much” Mobius laughed a bit “uh well…she stayed for physical benefits I suppose” Loki raised his brow at Mobius. “Sex Loki, she stayed for the sex” Loki barked out a laugh “you’re joking right? No way that man can be that good” Mobius shrugged “I wouldn’t know, she was just always talking about what a ‘Beast’ he was in bed” Loki crossed his arms huffing.
“He used to come visit her here, she’d go on lunch and then come back after wobbling it was quite entertaining to watch I’ll admit” Loki was beginning to fume, no way this guy fucked you that well. “I didn’t like the way he treated her though but I’m not one to force people apart so….” He shrugged reading over the pages as you walked back into the room.
Mobius sighed “alright, let me just look some of this up and we will move on from there” he stood up and left the office space quickly leaving you to clean up. You sighed and stood up reaching to collect the papers together. “Y/n?” Loki called and you looked up at him “get on the table” you laughed “what?” You questioned. “You heard me. On.The.Table” he said and you stumbled “Loki-what- you can’t be serious” he groaned “for fucks sake. I said on the table” he lifted you up in one swoop and had you pinned to the table under him.
“Loki, We are in a random office! Loki!” “Shut up” he huffed and smashed his lips to yours hungrily bitting and nipping at your lips. You felt his fingers making quick work of your jean shorts you gasped into his mouth as he shoved them down tugging you down and flipping you around so you were bent over the table. “Keep your mouth shut and it’ll be fine” he said and leaned down over you “you gotta tell me to stop if it hurts,Princess.” You nodded and swallow thickly.
In no time Loki was thrusting in and out of you hurtling you towards your 6th orgasm “look at you squeezing me like a Fucking vice you little slut” he huffed and you whined. “I knew you were cockhungry but oh my, you just don’t stop cumming do you? You love my cock that much huh princess?” You nodded quickly and Loki chuckled. “Want me to cum inside you? Hmm? Wanna be filled up by a god love? I’ll have you brimming with me” you clenched around him and he smiled. “Tsk,you like that huh? Like the idea of me filling you up? Breeding you? Having my babies princess?” You moaned out.
“Yeah? That’s a good little cumslut making daddy cum” he groaned and you pushed your hips back against him as he twitched filling you up. His thrusts didn’t stop though, they kept going until he had you falling over the edge for the 6th time. “That’s a good girl. That’s my good girl isn’t that right?” You nodded “yes daddy, yours all yours” Loki carefully flipped you back over onto your back. “You alright? Need anything?” You sighed “just…just a minute” Loki nodded and you felt him slowly pull out. A green flash showed and you felt a warm cloth cleaning you up.
He gave you a minute after that staying where he could see you as you regained your breathing. “Lokes?” He was next to you in a flash “yeah?” You smiled “you’re so good” you said and he smiled brightly at you. You managed to get your clothing fixed “want some water? You should drink some” he snapped his fingers and a glass appeared. “Thank you” you said and grabbed the glass drinking the water.
“You need anything else? You sore? Anything hurt?” You laughed a bit “Lokes, what’s with all the questions?” “We just had really rough sex…I’m just making sure you have proper aftercare” you looked at him confused “how do you mean?” Loki crossed his arms over his chest “you’ve never had aftercare before?” You shook your head handing him the glass back. “But…you and your ex had rough sex right?” Your cheeks flushed “Loki! What kind of question is that!” He sighed “love, did you? Did you have sex like we just did” you nodded “and he never gave you aftercare?” You shrugged. “He normally just fell asleep afterwards.”
Loki shook his head pinching the bridge of his nose “you’re so idiotic sometimes” you huffed “aftercare is a huge think love okay? I even need it sometimes.” You nodded “don’t ever let somebody fuck you like that and then not give you proper aftercare.” “Yes,Sir” you said with a giggle “I don’t think anyone else is gonna be fucking me for a long time so you don’t need to worry” you assured him and he smiled leaning down to kiss you softly. “Gods I love you” your eyes widen and you looked at him.
Loki stared at you as if he just realized what he said “uh- uhm. I…” he was stuttering and you smiled “I love you too Lokes” you kissed him again and he sighed into your mouth his arm coming to wrap around your waist. “You know you’re not a slut right?” You nodded “only for you” you assured him and he chuckled smiling.
***
Months came and gone as you a Loki continued to work together, your relationship was growing by the day and you couldn’t have been happier.
“Listen I really don’t think it’s a good idea” you were sat across from mobius “but all we have to do is go long enough to get it” you sighed “but you could absolutely wreck the multiverse,more then Loki” you pointed out and mobius sighed. “I might be able to call in a friend but he’s not exactly gonna be happy about us going into another universe” mobius nodded. Loki finally joined the two of you once again sitting the bottle of water next to you and the can of soda in front of Mobius.
“Thank you Baby” you said smiling at him as he sat down next to you. “Well, let’s just see how hard this is gonna be” you nodded and pulled out your phone dialing his number.
“Thanks, I’ll see you then…bye” you sighed and mobius stared at you “he’s willing to meet us, but you have to understand he can’t promise this will work!” Mobius nodded “great! When?” You smiled “Uhm, well” a orange ring appeared next to the pair of you and out he stepped “Stephen!” You said getting up to hug the man. “Yeah, hi hi” he said quickly stepping back from the hug.“Listen, time crunch let’s hear it.”
Stephen nodded “alright, I’ll get it just give me a few hours” you smiled “thank you!” He sighed and summoned his portal “yeah yeah, you owe me” he said before stepping back through and vanishing.
“So now what?” Mobius asked “we wait” you said and he nodded “you alright?” You asked noticing Loki had been exceptionally quiet all morning. “Yeah, just thinking I guess” you leaned over and kissed his cheek “as long as you’re okay” you said and he nodded with a smile.
“Wanna sneak off?” You whispered to him and his eyes lit up and he nodded. “I’ll be right back” you said to mobius as you stood up and left the two. After a few minutes loki joined you down the hall and you giggled kissing him softly. “You know, he talks a lot more when you aren’t around” you nodded “yeah, I know” You wrapped your hand around Loki’s tie and pulled him into a study room.
“Aren’t I supposed to be the mischievous one?” He asked as you smiled dropping to your knees and tugging his belt loose. “Mhm, you are” his hand settled on your head like it usually does when you’re down here. “Maybe you’re just rubbing off on me” you said and Loki chuckled “or maybe you’re just constantly cockhungry” you shrugged “both” was all you said before you had him in your mouth. You bobbed your head up and down like always and he smiled head thrown back as groans erupted from him.
“Why’re you so fucking good at this?” He asked and you giggled around him sucking against him as you moved your head. “Such a good cock sucker, so good my little slut” you hummed and Loki gripped your head. “Off” he said and you pulled from him and smiled up at him. “So fucking pretty” he sighed and bent down lifting you up onto the small table that was in the room.
You were quick to remove your panties from under your skirt. “Good girl” he praised and dropped his head to suck bruises along your inner thighs. “You’re such a messy little slut princess.” He leans back up and jerks you to him “I’ll make sure to help with that” you smiled which quickly turned into a gasp as he slid into you.
“You take me so well, fuckin’ made for me” you nodded moans spilling out as he fucked into you at a rough pace,His tip hitting your sweet spot with each thrust. “That’s my good girl, such a naughty thing. Always so needy for me huh? Just a little cockslut” you moaned out “yes! I’m daddy’s cockslut” you admitted and he smiled. “Yeah you are baby, daddy loves it though” he bent down his lips attaching to yours as he kept fucking into you.
“Cum…” you whined and Loki nodded “that’s alright, cum for me sweetheart, cum all on daddy’s cock” he said between groans “gonna fill you up, milk me my good girl, go ahead” you clenched around him as you were sent hurtling towards your orgasm. Your head felt clouded as he slowed his thrusts down his own orgasm making him unbelievably sensitive.
“You’re so good, so so so good” he praised making your heart flutter. “Thank you” Loki smiled and pulled you to sit up. He helped clean you up and that’s when he noticed your eyes were still glazed over “Princess? You with me?” you nodded and he smiled “come here let’s cuddle” he sat down on a chair and pulled you into his lap.
“Daddy smells good” you said and Loki smiled “yeah? It’s not daddy anymore, need you to come back to be honey” he said gently combing his fingers through your hair it took a few more minutes of gentle coaxing before you finally came back to him.
You sighed as he gently combed his fingers through your hair “mmm, I love you Lokes” he smiled and kissed your head “I love you too” you smiled and shifted standing up from his lap “we should probably get back before mobius gets suspicious” you said making sure your makeup didn’t look a mess. “Hey,love?” You nodded “yeah?” You replied walking to the door. “Marry me.” You froze turning to look at him. “What?” You questioned “marry me.” He repeated.
damon x reader where he’s very very drunk and started asking the reader out even though they’re already together. just him being an adorable drunk - Anon💜
Walking into the grill, you headed over to the bar and laughed a little as you looked at Damon swaying from side to side as Alaric and Stefan held him up.
“He’s been begging nonstop for you to pick him up.” Alaric sighed.
“We’re so sorry we woke you up.” Stefan smiled.
“It’s alright, can you guys take him to the car?”
The both nodded their heads, Stefan handed you Damon’s wallet as he passed and you walked over to the bar.
“Hey Matt, I’m so sorry for any trouble he’s caused.”
“It’s fine, he didn’t break anything tonight.” Matt laughed.
You laughed softly and pulled out Damon’s bank card as you gestured to the machine.
“Let me clear his tab.”
“Sure thing, thankfully it’s not your card he can sure wrack up a bill.”
“Don’t I know it, add Stefan and Alaric’s too, payback for them looking after him.” You grinned.
He laughed and let you pay for everything before you made your way out to your car.
They had finally managed to get Damon into the passengers seat and you smiled at them and talked for a few minutes before you got in the car.
“You’re hot…” he slurred.
You laughed a little and shook your head.
“Thanks.”
“We should go out…” he said.
“We are going out.” You laughed.
“No… no you haven’t said yes… go out with me~” he sang.
You glanced over at Damon and rolled your eyes.
You tried to ignore him but the whole ride home he was constantly asking you to date him.
Finally when you pulled up at your house you turned to face him.
“Go out with me~” he sang.
“Fine! I’ll go out with you!“ you laughed.
Damon turned to you frantically and scrambled to get out of the car, falling on to the floor.
Quickly getting out, you rushed over to check on him, but he manages to get up with the head of the car door.
“You can’t date me!” He rushed out.
“What? Why? You’ve been asked me all night.” You said.
Damon shook his head and pointed to the house.
“I.. I have a girlfriend… she lives here…” he whispered.
With that, Damon wondered away and into the house after a few moments of fumbling with his keys.
Confused, you locked your car and followed behind him a few moments later.
Damon was already fast asleep by the time you got up the stairs.
Walking over, you covered him up with a blanket and got changed before you crawled into bed next to him.
Damon must have sensed you sitting on the bed because immediately his arms were around you and he pulled you into his chest.
“I love you moron.” You said softly.
With that, you drifted asleep as well, a smile on your face knowing Damon was safe, and that even though he’d ask someone out he wouldn’t date them because he was dating you
hello how are you?, we hear a lot about how much the reader loves xavier's hands, his fingers, his hair down to his full lips (yes he is perfect ) but could you write how much the reader wants to mark that mesmerizing adam's apple that went up and down every time he swallowed his saliva or spoke to you.
Kindness (Xavier Thorpe x reader)
Pairing: Xavier Thorpe x AFAB reader.
Warnings: Vaginal unprotected sex. Possessiveness. Kind of insecure Xavier. AGED UP CHARACTERS
Requested: Yes. I have no clue what I just wrote, but I hope you like it, anon. I tried my best. Sorry it's short. I could have posted it later but I couldn't resist.
A/N: I mean….. I get it. Even I look at this man’s neck and feel the urge to kiss it, and I am not one for hickies.
You noticed for the first time when you ended up stuck volunteering at the Weathervane. Xavier and Tyler spend the entire morning glaring at each other, which you get from Xavier, but find it a bit rude from Tyler, considering he assaulted the boy, and now acts like nothing happened.
You had never looked much at Xavier, anyway. You were classmates and friendly enough, but he was Bianca’s and everyone knew it. He might be pretty, but it wasn’t worth the hassle. You weren’t touching that with a ten-foot pole if you could help it.
Life had a way of teaching you lessons, and it was never the easy way. That was what you had learned during your short stay at Nevermore. One act of kindness and you were fucked. You had just wanted to cheer Xavier up because he was moping around the Weathervane with a face that was more appropriate for a funeral. You were unable to stand it, this moping puppy routine. When it was your turn to man the machines, you slid him an espresso cup filled with leftover hot chocolate from an order, being careful, so Tyler didn’t catch on.
“Drink it fast.” You smiled at him. “Before the boss man over there catches us slacking.”
“Thank you.” Xavier looked at you, a hint of a smile starting to form on his lips. He had a sweet tooth, it appeared, and it didn't take a lot to make him happy if this was how he was reacting. You smiled even more brightly.
Xavier took the cup like a shot, throwing his head back, and you watched bewitched as his throat moved when he swallowed, adam’s apple bobbing up and down with the motion, that pale neck almost glistening under the harsh light.
You dropped your gaze, feeling like a perv for fixating so much on it, and took the cup back from him without allowing him to thank you. In a perfect life, in the one you are not awkward or socially anxious, you say something witty and he laughs. But this is not it, and so, you fled towards the coffee machine once more.
Xavier seems captivated by that one gesture of kindness. Maybe he was never shown much of it. You think it must be hard to live like that, not knowing what kindness feels like, grasping desperately to any scraps of it, until you can almost piece together what the real thing feels like, but never quite getting it. You have heard the rumors, of course. How he is after Wednesday Addams, how he would do anything to get her to smile at him. The same he was with Bianca, the same how he might end up being with every girl who shows him a modicum of human decency.
He turns yours not too long after that. All it takes is some cleverly placed smiles and kindness, the real one. And maybe Xavier notices the way your eyes linger on his neck every time he drinks from a bottle, every time he swallows a little, throat dry because he gets to have you, in any way he wants to. It’s his every wish come true because he might be willing to do anything for your smile, but you are willing to give him anything just so he can tell someone has.
It goes something like this. Your first times are all awkward. The first kiss, a bumping of noses that happens too fast because Xavier gets nervous he is making you uncomfortable and pulls away. First date? Xavier gets arrested. The first make out session? Gets interrupted by a teacher because don’t you see we need to do headcounts after the battle? The time you finally get to kiss his beautiful neck? You get interrupted by your roommate. Not this one, though.
Xavier bottoms out, holding still, pubic bone pressing against your clit. You have your eyes firmly focused on his neck, feeling the urge to bite it when he swallows, eyes firmly closed and focusing on his breathing just to let you adjust to the intrusion.
“Have you done this before?” Xavier asks, leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead. You look at him like a deer trapped in the headlights. You don’t dare move, too devastated by the way he is cradling you in his arms gently. If you could, you would stay in this moment forever. Even if you can't, you know it's already imprinted in your brain along with your favorite memories.
“Yeah.” You breathe out, slowly. “You can move, you know? I won’t break.”
That’s all Xavier needed. He slipped out and slammed back in, making you shout. You never took him for someone this passionate, this rough.
“Did he fuck you like this?” He asked, eyes closed in the sweetest form of torture. Another thrust, deeper this time. Your legs tightened around his waist, hands coming to grab his hair and pull him for a kiss. You moaned and felt him smile into the kiss. “I want to be yours. To be the only one.” Xavier whined, without pulling away from your lips, so the words came out all jumbled and messy. You could tell what he meant, even if Xavier was too afraid to voice it. He wanted to be yours, yes, but he also wanted to call you his.
“Oh, baby…” You nuzzled his jaw, feeling his breath hitch. “You already are. And I’m yours…” A particularly hard thrust at that, making your breath falter, making you gasp and grab eagerly at his biceps. “Yours in every way that matters. You are the only one that matters.”
“Show it to me.” Desperate, pleading. Prove it to me, that’s what he meant, but Xavier would never say that. He wouldn’t dare speak it aloud, afraid of scaring you.
“Come here.” You said to him, pulling him down until you were flat on your back and Xavier was bracing on his forearms on top of you. That perfect neck, there for you to mark him. You pressed a kiss to his jaw, slowly going down. Xavier kept thrusting into you, balls slapping against your skin with a sound that was obscene to hear, sweaty chest sliding against yours, sloppy, messy, like he wanted to fuck you senseless, watch his seed drip down your legs, erase the touch of whoever was there before. Erase whatever trace, whatever doubt, that could remain.
You get bolder, too. Every thrust was hitting the right spot, coarse pubic hair rubbing against your clit in delicious friction. You are close, you can feel it. But you can’t let go without reassuring Xavier and giving yourself a little treat too. Your kisses turn open-mouthed, sucking at the skin on his throat. It has to be painful, you know hickies are. But Xavier doesn’t pull away, he just offers more of his neck to you. Your heart beats so loud on your chest, you worry he can hear it over the harsh thump of your pulse in your ears. He needs this, and so do you. You had wanted to ruin that perfect neck since the first time you talked to him, and ruin it is what you will do.
You keep sucking at his throat, his neck, his nape, his shoulders. Any place you can reach, you mark. And by the time he thrusts, almost rabbit fast, one, two, four times, you bite down the side of his neck, hard. Hard enough to leave marks, hard enough to leave an imprint of teeth blossoming in a chiaroscuro of blues, purples, and ivory. Xavier comes, and you close your eyes, allowing yourself finally to chase the pleasure for pleasure's sake.
It doesn't take long after that. His hand goes down, rubbing againt your clit. He must be overstimulated, being squeezed between your walls the way he is. Once again, he doesn't pull away. Instead, Xavier muffles your cries with a kiss, and when you pull apart, he looks ruined. But that’s okay. Because sometimes, ruining someone can be a kindness in itself.
you were worried. you were texting xavier all day and yet no response. Ms. Thornhill assigned this thing called plant pets were everyone gets to take a plant with them to their dorms. you picked a venus flytrap and named it venus, you kinda fell in love with it. as you were in your dorm, feeding the plant. all you could think about was xavier.
you picked up your phone to see if xavier answered any of your text but he didn't. you started to get worried and frustrated at same time so you decided to get up and go to his dorm. "I'll be back venus." you smiled at the plant, seeing the mouth move a little, then leaving. when you finally made it you knocked on the door. of course it wasn't easy, you had to get past the guards but you had to know what was wrong with xavier. "go away." a raspy, grumbling voice came from inside. "xavier, are you alright. it's me y/n" you layer your ear against the door to see if you can hear anything unusual.
"no just- just leave p-please." his voice was very wobbly. you heard the way his voice sounded and you got really worried. "xavier? are you okay? did you get hurt?" you rambled.
"no I'm not hurt just please leave." you started to feel hurt and confused as to why he wanted you to leave so bad. you can hear his panting through the door. whines and moans are all that can be heard from inside.
you bit the inside of your cheek and spoke, "xavier I'm coming in." when you said that you heard a bunch of protest but you ignored them and opened the door and immediately as the door open he's even worse. his body heats up and his cock gets even harder. you instantly gasped. you saw xavier on the bed, drowning in sweat, with his hand in his pants, insane, his hand pumping his cock at any thought of you. the room was so hot. "oh god d-don't stare at me." he mumbled, fist going up and down, harshly. your thighs clenched together at the sight.
"xavier w-what happened?" you said as you face got hot. "the damn plant- god I need more." he grits, as his hand gripped his cock but it wasn't enough. your eyes scanned the room to come across a bright red-ish pink-ish plant.
you began to walk over to the plant before xavier immediately stops you. "no don't approach it." he whined as he keeps tugging on his cock.
you would be lying if you didn't think xavier wasn't attractive though.
"fuck y/n you gotta leave, I don't think I can really -shit- control myself around you." he pants out, eyes closed and head thrown back as he thinks about you. no you weren't going to leave in fact you wanted to help him. you knew the only cure from the plant was sex and you were willing to help him, anything to get him out of his state.
"no xavier, I'm going to help you." you respond as you inch closer to him. he groans as you get closer, even the slightest movement from you will make him hotter.
"okay but I won't be able to hold back." he whines as his excitement increases.
"use me xavier thorpe." your words made him groan as his breathing got heavier. he quickly moves his lips to yours, bringing you in the bed, on top of him before moving his hands to your ass, grabbing handfuls of it before slapping his hands down on it, you squeal at the movement.
he pulls away and stands up to began pulling your shorts down; groaning at the sight of your bare cunt that was already so wet and sloppy from everything. "holy shit." he says, cock throbbing from the sight. he pulls his sweats down, revealing his cock to you. "okay with this, princess?" he says breaking heavily, waiting for your response.
"yes just please continue." you whined. he smirks as he strokes his cock moving to position himself in front of your cunt. he folds you legs on you chest before he taps the head of his cock against your clit before moving to your hole and pushing in. you moan at the stretch, clawing at the sheets. "holy shit." he moaned, breathlessly.
"need you to be good and take this dick, shiiiit" he moans out as he moves one of his hands down to rub at your clit. he feels you flutter around him as he bottoms out causing you to squeal. "oh fuck." you cried out.
"fuck- you're such a little slut, I've seen the way you look at me, you know we're not fucking. friends." he groans out as he pounds into you at the last of his sentence, fucking you dumb.
"fuck yeah baby girl needed this fucking cunt" he moans out as he pounds into you. the quiet of the dorm drowned out by the squelch of your tight cunt as he thrust into it, your slick leaking from your cunt making his dick shine in the light as he pulls out of you.
"hear how fucking soaked you are baby?" he mocks as you hear the sound of your moans and the wet pats of his hips slamming into yours. your legs started to burn as your hips buck away from it.
"nuh uh be good and take this dick" he grunts as he grabs your leg pulling you back towards him as he continues to wreck you. he's hand finds it's way to your throat, squeezing slightly whilst the other one rubs circles into you clit.
"fuck! m'gonna cum please fuck, s'too good" you babble out as tears soak your vision. he laughs at you before leaning down over you.
he kisses your cheek trying to soothe you. "you better fucking hold it " he grits as he removes his hand from your clit. this causes a sob to leave your throat as he continues his excruciating thrusts.
"you cum when I cum." he commanded. your eyes began to roll in the back of your head as he continued his brutal thrust on you g-spot. xavier's body began to tense as he began to rub your clit again making you shake.
"fuck- baby cum on this dick" he moans, and as soon as he finishes his sentence you cum with a throaty moan. your pussy gushes as you squirt on him; soaking him and his dick.
at the sight he moans out before pulling out with ropes of cum gushing on the skin of your stomach and chest. he finally feels relieved.
after a few seconds you two finally calmed down. "thanks for helping me." he thanked. you nodded in response still a little lightheaded from what happened. "so this definitely ruined our friendship but I've liked you for a while now anyways." he shrugged, wiping some sweat from his forehead.
"yeah me too." you replied, wiping some cum from your stomach. "we have to get rid of that plant." you added with xavier nodding in agreement
Arranged Marriage [Alpha Xavier Thorpe x omega reader] - part 2 -final
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summary: As if it wasn’t enough that his father never wants to hear from him the first time he does so in years is to warn him that he is trapped in an arranged marriage. Apparently she also frequented nervermore but it didn’t matter, no matter who it was he would never agree to any of it.
Note: in this version link marks are permanent. I also inserted deltas but with quite a few changes, here deltas are basically omegas with stature of a beta or omega, stronger than omegas and with more authoritative personality. They still have heat, a sweet smell and usually mate with alphas, the only two deltas Nevermore will have are Wednesday and Bianca.
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“I love you” whispers Bianca.
Xavier immediately stops, his teeth already brushing against Bianca’s skin but thankfully with no damage done. Being loved had always been his greatest desire so why did hearing those words bring a bile to his mouth? The memory of Y/n with tears in her eyes confessing that she loved him springs to mind…Why did Bianca’s words seem so false compared to hers?
When he pulls away and looks at her delta she looks so confused but Xavier could do nothing but run out of the room with an almost inaudible “I’m sorry”.
He was so confused, why had that memory surfaced at that very moment? Why had Y/n been so sincere? He had done nothing if not reject her and treat her badly then why was she saying she loved him? How could she say something like that without a single trace of lying or uncertainty?
He remembers the one time he managed to talk to his father and tried to convince him to cancel the wedding.
“I’m not canceling anything Xavier. Besides the fact that just like you she is an incredible psychic pariah, Y/n is the right omega for you and I guarantee you she is the only one who can give you everything you desire. Give the girl a chance, I know she’s trying hard.”
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Xavier finds Ajax in the courtyard and Ajax looks extremely relieved to find him.
“Xavier where the hell have you been?!?”
“Ajax, do you know what Y/n’s psychic power is?”
Ajax stops for a second to think surprised by the sudden question, Xavier never wanted to know anything about Y/n before.
“I think Enid told me about it once, she can see the color of people’s souls and know who and how we are by that color, it basically allows her to read us like an open book or something like that”
Faced with Xavier’s silence Ajax concludes that it would be best to take his friend to his room so that he doesn’t do anything else stupid. The whole way Xavier remained in complete silence not being able to stop thinking about how her power influenced this whole situation.
She could see who he was even behind the cold and indifferent facade he used with her. Y/n knew who he was and yet she was able to love him? Could his father have foreseen this?
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She truly loved him as he had always wanted to be loved and yet he treated her so poorly. She was there ready to hand him everything he ever wanted on a platter and he was such an idiot as to almost bond forever with someone he knew he didn’t truly love and who didn’t love him. Gods he certainly was the reincarnation of stupidity.
Luckily for him Doctor Kinbott was available for a last minute session.
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Xavier takes a deep breath as he gets into Kinbott’s car and faced with her expectant gaze he decides to begin.
“It’s about Y/n”
“You finally want to talk about her?”
“Yes I do…she said she loves me and I know it’s true”
“How do you know it’s true?”
Xavier frowns at the strange question.
“Her scent changes when she lies”
Kinbott looks surprised at his statement.
“Can you tell if she is lying or not by her smell?”
Xavier nods and Kinbott thinks for a second before continuing.
“Do you know since when you can do it?”
He bites his lip, he remembered exactly the first time he noticed she was lying.
“The group was talking about parents weekend and when Enid asked her if her parents were coming she said she didn’t know yet but I could tell it was a lie by the way her scent changed, her parents are just as busy as mine, they don’t have time to come to a school event.”
“Is there anything else about her that you can tell by her smell?”
“I think I can also tell when she is anxious or nervous in addition to happy or sad.”
“Xavier have you ever been able to identify if someone was lying before by smell? Like with Bianca or Wednesday or really anyone?”
The alpha’s mind goes blank, trying to remember actually he had never been able to do that with anyone before Y/n and even now he couldn’t tell it on anyone else if not her. Taking his silence as a no Kinbott continues.
“Normally a person would only be able to identify when someone is happy or sad by smell and even that would be hard to notice if the person tried to hide it. Xavier the fact that you can tell even when she is lying means that even if you didn’t realize it you have had extraordinary attention on her. I think you should try to understand why you give her all that attention.”
Hesitating Xavier closes his eyes and takes a deep breath trying to remember what was going on inside him whenever he was near her.
When he met her he remembers really liking the way she smelled, he felt like leaning closer to feel her better and remembers thinking how cute she was.
When he went to her to tell her that his break up with Bianca was not because of her but he found her quite sleepy and still in her pajamas. He couldn’t help but notice her nest in the corner of the room, it looked so comfortable and the thought of lying in it just relaxing seemed tempting. Maybe that’s why he was so hard on her about how he wouldn’t give her a chance.
And when she started getting closer to him? While painting, running and even at the archery club she started to be there. How he himself noticed a difference in his painting when she was there. How she never returned the sweater he lent her when it started to rain while they were running. He himself didn’t touch it, he told himself he did so because he didn’t want them to know he had lent her the garment but now he could see that he just expected her to put it in that comfortable nest. How he lingered and enjoyed it a little more than he should have when he helped her with the bow and arrow or how he let a small smile escape when the omega was happy to have hit the target for the first time.
Now that he thinks about it the time when she started to join him more to ward off Wednesday probably coincided with the time when she started to suspect that he would be the monster. Before that Y/n had never forced any closeness between them always respecting his decision, maybe she just wanted Wednesday to leave him alone.
When the Rave'N started to get closer and he had to get all those alphas away from her without her noticing but there was one smartass who invited her anyway and he had to intervene by deliberately interrupting to ask Y/n if she was going to lunch with the group taking her with him when she said yes. He smiled internally when the other alpha cringed as he saw he had been caught, oh how he masked all the jealousy and told himself he had only defended himself from the affront as the whole school knew they were engaged and yet another alpha dared to invite her. How he pretended not to feel relief when she turned around and said she appreciated the invitation but couldn’t go with him.
Even when she asked him to the dance and he rejected her he remembers feeling something inside him scold him.
During the dance when near the end he finally noticed her on the dance floor and was mesmerized, especially with the way her neck and lips looked so soft, for a second he let himself think about what it would be like to kiss them but soon pushed the thought away.
At the end of the dance when he found her alone and took her in his arms but felt reluctant to put her down.
That night when he slept so soundly and then noticed her scent on the bed, he tried to deny it but now realized that it had been her scent calming him, making him feel safe.
All the times he had repressed himself from tucking that loose lock of her hair behind his ear. Repressed himself from smiling and kissing her forehead whenever she offered him a hair elastic because he was going to dye and had forgotten his. Or even when he suppressed himself whenever he noticed too much how beautifully her eyes sparkled.
Looking at it now it seemed so obvious, he had spent so much time running from this, trying not to feel it. So long pretending not to love the one who loves him.
With a silly but still slightly incredulous smile Xavier asks aloud “Do I love her?”
Kinbott smiles “I think that’s you who knows the answer”
-
Xavier was currently walking toward his shed, after all he had done he could not simply apologize. He had to think of something special.
His cell phone rings bringing him out of his thoughts and surprising him to see that it was his father.
“Xavier, I’ll try to talk calmly but would you mind explaining to me why the hell I got a call from Y/n’s mom telling me that you decided to schedule a delta?!”
“I didn’t mark her”
“I know! Apparently you decided to wait for her heat to be more romantic!”
“What? No!!! I was high, I made a mistake, I almost marked Bianca and I hate to admit it but you were right, Y/n is the right omega for me so you don’t have to worry I swear I will fix this”
“I won’t even comment on the part about you being drugged but I really hope you work it out, luckily her mother came to talk to me first but if things aren’t cleared up she will talk to her husband and you can kiss the right omega goodbye for you.”
Xavier swallows dryly, now that he finally realized how he felt he was not willing to lose her “I will I promise.”
“Good” and with that his father hangs up.
-
Xavier couldn’t believe this was happening, the universe was surely punishing him for everything he did. He just wanted to go to Y/n, hug her and tell her how he felt but Wednesday showed up, brought the police and now he was under arrest.
-
He made a mistake in refusing Wednesday’s help when she wanted to get him out of there, if only he had read Yoko’s letter first…
“I know that Y/n has never been of the slightest interest to you but I thought you should know what’s going on. Bianca was in our room, I saw her leave when I arrived and Y/n was very upset by what she said to you. Apparently you were with Bianca and you both decided that you would schedule her in her next heat to make it special.
About an hour after this happened she went into heat it is normal for short lived ones to not know it so the nurse says it is no big deal but I am a vampire and have seen this happen. She went into heat due to extreme stress, she loves you, she can’t imagine losing you and when Bianca said that it triggered this. In the old days it was more common but nowadays it is rare that anyone still has this natural defense. This heat is much stronger than any she has had before, it is pure pain accompanied by extremely high fevers because its sole purpose is to make sure she doesn’t lose the alpha she so desperately wants. I am writing this because she may die. Unless you mark her the heat won’t stop and I don’t know how long she can hold out.”
Xavier’s heart squeezes, he had put his omega under so much stress and fear of losing him that he triggered a rut that could kill her. She could die because of him. He kept his breathing calm but could feel himself on the verge of a panic attack. He had thought that eventually the murders would continue, they would realize it wasn’t him and he could go back to Y/n and work things out but now he doesn’t have time. She needs him.
At that moment Sheriff Galpin enters the room signaling that it was time to go. The sudden entrance took him away from his thoughts but soon everything doubled back as he realized that soon there would be nothing he could do.
-
After being released by Thing Xavier ran as fast as he could towards the school, if what Wednesday had said was happening he had to get Y/n out of there.
-
After realizing that he couldn’t defeat Crackstone Xavier had decided to sneak out to try to get to Y/n but Bianca caught him and forced him out to the others with her siren song.
-
Fortunately all ended well but the nurse refused to let Xavier see Y/n even after he argued that he was her fiancé. To his enormous luck his friends decided to wait another day before going home to help him.
While waiting for nightfall so they could start their plan he decided to go talk to Bianca to find out exactly what she had said to his omega.
-
Xavier almost doesn’t knock before entering the delta dormitory who welcomes him with a huge smile.
“Xav-”
“What did you tell him?”
Xavier tries to keep control.
“What?”
“What did you say to my omega?”
“Your ome-”
“Y/n is in the infirmary in a rut triggered by extreme stress, I know you talked to her. Exactly what did you tell her?”
Xavier finally raises his eyes to look at delta and she swallows dryly. She had never seen the alpha like this before and it was enough to look at him now to know that if she lied and was discovered he would surely torture her in ways even worse than Wednesday could imagine.
“I told her that you came to my dorm to claim me, I omitted the part about you being drugged and changed the part where you ran away to have decided that we would wait for my heat because you wanted to mark me in a more romantic way.”
Nothing he didn’t already know but still he has to crouch on the floor and bring his hands to his face to try to calm himself down. Once again it was all his own foolishness’ fault but he has to admit that Bianca has stepped up.
“She might die”
Xavier says as he leaves the dormitory slamming the door hard.
-
The plan was this, Enid offered to take care of Y/n while the nurse was away for the weekend. So they would move her nest to Xavier’s room and later in the evening take her there as well with the goal that the smell might help her calm down. Fortunately all the rooms were equipped to block the smells from the inside to the outside because of the routines and heat.
Xavier was nervous but Yoko explained that everything would be fine, that heat was only meant to get her marked and would disappear quickly after that happened. Besides since the heat was specifically intended for him his reaction would be completely different from other alphas who might be tempted to mate with her by smell.
The hardest part was transporting Y/n from the infirmary to Xavier’s room, to do this they wrapped several towels covered in Xavier’s scent to muffle the omega’s scent and had Ajax and other alphas of the Nightshades pour large amounts of her scent all over the hallway they would be walking before and after Y/n passed through to erase her traces.
To the alpha’s distress he was to wait in the dormitory. It seemed like hours but when he finally opened the door and saw Y/n he could feel a great stream of tears run down his face. In a second he snatched her out of Yoko’s arms whispering a “thank you” and closing the door.
He goes to her bed where he sits hugging the omega tighter against his chest. She doesn’t even open her eyes emitting only small moans of pain, regret and guilt paint the young artist, he didn’t deserve her and yet he was the only one who could save her. How ironic could life be?
Yoko was right, he felt no need but to claim and protect her. Taking a deep breath he tries to calm his heartbeat as he begins to lick the spot where he would bite her. He wishes he had realized it sooner and could mark her in other conditions.
A small purr begins to flow from the omega and more tears flow from Xavier’s eyes, even practically unconscious her body was still reacting to his presence. With one arm wrapped around his waist and one hand gently holding his head he takes a deep breath before gritting his teeth.
He could taste blood as his teeth finally penetrate the omega’s soft skin. It seems at the same time something inside him changes, a connection, a conection, he can immediately feel the bond that binds him to Y/n. It was incredible. As he licked the mark to stop the bleeding and ease the pain he couldn’t stop thinking about how he almost wasted something like that on someone who neither loved nor loved him.
When the bleeding finally stops he takes her to the nest where he lies down with her.
-
Y/n wakes up with a throbbing pain in his head and shoulder. The last things he remembered were the conversation with Bianca, sending some messages to his crying mother, talking to Yoko and shortly after feeling extremely hot and passing out…the conversation with Bianca…
“Xavier…”
“Hm?”
Xavier questions resuming licking and kissing the mark. Y/n’s eyes widen and she blushes as she realizes that Xavier was lying right behind her with his chest pressed against her back and his arms wrapped around her waist as he kissed and licked her shoulder. She wasn’t even in her room, but this was her nest…Why?
Y/n tries to turn to look at him but the glimpse of a mark makes her bring her hand to her shoulder to be sure. The alpha smiles as he kisses his hand over the mark before making his way to kiss her neck and whisper in her ear.
“I love you”
The omega widens her eyes in disbelief.
“I…I died?”
Xavier lets out a small sad laugh.
“Fair enough I guess. I’m sorry it took me so long to figure it out. I was so wrapped up in anger at my father that the only time he talks to me is to decide who my mate would be that I was locking in my own feelings and couldn’t even see that before you told me how you felt. I’m ashamed to say it but I’m not sure I would have understood it if you didn’t say it.”
The omega smiles before turning to hug him purringly. The alpha smiles and returns the hug before continuing.
“I actually went to Bianca.”
“I know, your scent was on her.”
He swallows dryly pulling her closer to him.
“Still no excuse but I was drugged and I never suggested anything of claiming her in a romantic way, in fact I ran away when she said she loved me and I could see how fake it sounded compared to when you said it to me.”
Y/n laughs “I love you.”
Xavier smiles “I know and I love you too but you haven’t claimed me back yet”
“Do you want me to mark you?” she asks uncertainly.
Although it was much more common these days she could still count on her fingers the alphas claimed by omegas she has seen.
“Sure, I don’t want someone coming on to me when I have a mate and fiancée” He says tilting his head to the side and exposing his neck to his mate.
Y/n smiles trying to swallow all the pride he feels as he digs his teeth into Xavier’s bonding site, at that moment they can both feel that bond getting much stronger making them both gasp.
Xavier didn’t know how he had gotten so lucky but he was going to make sure he was an alpha that deserves the omega he has and make up for all the pain it caused him. Starting with a real marriage proposal like she deserves, luckily for him, as usual neither of them would be going home this vacation.
[summary: the reader and xavier have been hooking up since the semester started, but when he suddenly goes ghost after awhile, the reader learns that his feelings for her venture far more than what lies on the surface.]
xavier thorpe wasn't the most sought out guy at nevermore, surprisingly, but when his ex girlfriend, bianca, sent me a text that read, i'm going to tell everyone your secret, i quickly realized that he may be more well-known than what i thought. the fact they dated last year slipped my mind, but i was also a transfer student, so its not like i knew every piece of drama this school had.
we had been hooking up since the beginning of this semester, originally starting as just a one time thing after the rave'n that eventually lead into basically anytime we saw each other. i never found myself in the time or place for a relationship, and he said he felt the same way, so having sex really meant nothing other than a good time. sure, we'd hang out after, maybe go paint in his art studio or go to his dorm, but it really wasn't that big of a deal.
except for tonight.
xavier was being really weird and had been for about the past week, barely answering my texts and when he did, it was just one or two word answers. i was genuinely concerned about him, and that maybe that text from bianca was something he knew about, so he possibly wanted to keep his distance from me. either way, i would prefer him to just tell me to my face that this was over with, so despite how nervous i was, i planned on sneaking out to his art studio tonight because if he wasn't at his dorm, that's where he'd be.
glancing at my phone, i watched as the clock finally hit midnight and i got out of bed, grabbing my black sweatshirt and slipping it on over my top. i walked quietly out of my dorm and down the stairs, opening one of the windows and made my way to his studio through the foggy and damp forest.
glancing through the windows, i noticed all the lights were out, but i opened the doors anyway, shutting them slowly behind me and turning on the light. most of his paintings were visions he had through his dreams, so pretty creepy stuff, but nothing i couldn't handle. i looked around, accidently tripping on a long sheet covering a relatively large canvas. it dropped to the floor and i quickly leaned down to pick it up if he for some reason were to come inside.
looking up, i saw a painting that was definitely not a vision. my eyes widened and my cheeks reddened as i scanned the drying canvas up and down to see a rather explicit drawing of no one other than myself. it was genuinely indescribable to say the least, but also incredible artwork at the same time. before i could even process it, i heard the door open and i gasped, turning to see a very embarrassed xavier.
he walked over rather quickly and grabbed the sheet from me, hanging it back over the painting and grabbed my hand, clearly frustrated.
"what the hell, [y/n]! you were never supposed to see that, like, ever.. why are you in here? a text would have been nice, you know.."
"i-i just wanted to talk to you, i don't know!" i stammer, looking down at the floor and avoiding eye contact as much as i could. "not like you would have answered my text anyway." i mutter and i cross my arms, shaking my head in confusion. "i'm not judging you, but like.. why would you draw that if you don't even want me in your life anymore? you've like full-blown ghosted me this entire week. did i do something?"
xavier ran his fingers through his hair, shaking his head and sighing heavily. "no, [y/n], you did nothing wrong, you never have.."
i raise my brow and glance up to him and his flushed expression, "then why are you acting like this? did someone find out what was going on between us?"
"i know about what bianca said, [y/n], but she isn't going to hurt either of us. she just wants to start drama." xavier explained, scratching the back of his head as he built up the courage to say what he was trying to say. "it's just too complicated to explain, i don't want to talk about it."
i frown in frustration and turn the other way, walking out of the art shed when xavier frantically follows behind me as i walk through the sprinkling rain and towards nevermore. there was no sense in standing around if the conversation, and our friendship, was not going to go anywhere. the entire situation would hurt less if i just went to my dorm and to sleep.
"woah, what are you doing? you're really just going to leave, and walk all the way back in the rain?" xavier shouts, walking behind me with a fast pace to keep up as i trudge through the muddy woods.
i nod, pulling my hood over my head. "yep! since you can't even give me any explanation, i don't want to waste my time."
i feel xavier grab the top of my arm and drag me a few feet down to a parked car, which was his, and open the back door, pushing me in and shutting it behind me. i sit there with widened eyes, watching him get in next to me and shut the door behind him. my brow raises and i lean against the door, one hand resting on it to open it, unless he finally told me what was going on.
"fine, [y/n]. if you want the truth, it's that i like you, and that is going to ruin everything going on between us. i've liked you for awhile now, and yeah, i push it to the back of my head the best i can when i'm with you, but the more i'm with you, the worse this all gets."
i take my hand away from the door and sympathetically look up to a vulnerable xavier, reaching over to take his hand and hold it gently. "you know you could have just told me instead of ignore me over text, and in class. this kind of thing happens all the time in a friends with benefits kind of situation. we work it out together, and you can't expect me to express my own feelings about it when you don't even ask me."
xavier pulls away from my hand and rubs his forehead with both hands, looking down in frustration with himself and the situation. "but you don't understand. yeah, i wanted to tell you this earlier, but it's all so confusing, and frankly, kind of dark.. i have a lot of romantic feelings for you, but the more i like you, the more i want to do things to you.. like.. things that are way more intense than what we do now.."
i grin, tucking my hair behind my ears and leaning closer, our faces inches apart, the heat between our breaths grazing against each other's lips. "tell me what you want to do to me."
he bites his bottom lip, shaking his head with a smirk and looking down. "i think i'd rather just do it to you, then tell you. but you need to tell me how you feel first. about everything. i want you to be sure."
"i like you too." i admit, smiling softly to him. "so fuck me, or whatever this fantasy of yours entails, and we can go from there."
he reaches over to cup my cheeks, slamming his soft lips against mine as we begin to kiss, my hands venturing down to his waist as i slide his sweatpants down, grazing against his hardening dick that strained in his underwear, then making the fabric the next thing i took off. i took his dick in one hand and began to jerk him off, earning a few months from his lips as we continued to make out. i feel xavier push his weight on me, making me sink into the seat below me as he breaks our kiss and motions his body to where my hand slides off him.
xavier grabs my sweatshirt and pulls it off, along with my top, pulling my bra down to attach his lips to one of my nipples, using one hand to hold my own, as the other reaches down to my own pants, sliding them down with my help as i wiggle out of them. i feel him slide my panties to the side as well, pumping one finger inside of me.
i moan, moving one hand to hold the back of his head, grabbing his hair and sliding my fingers through it. i close my eyes and spread my legs to allow him in further as he slides another finger in.
he pulls himself away from my nipple and looks up to me to peck my lips. "you like that, baby? do you want me to fuck you yet?"
"y-yes.." i nod, looking up to meet his eyes in the darkened light as he pulls his fingers out of me and sits up, taking his top off. i lean down to pull my underwear off before he stops me, taking my hand and pushing it back to my side. he moves himself to grab me by the hips, helping me sit up and turn me to face the center console of his car, leaning my body down and positioning himself behind me. i feel him press his dick against my folds, slowly sliding the tip in before starting a rhythm.
he leans down to kiss my cheek, licking the side before nibbling on my ear and motioning one hand to wrap around the back of my neck. his fingers grip my skin as his roughness begins to build up, his other hand now placed on my clit as he begins to rub in a circular motion, earning a heavy gasp on my end while he stimulates me.
"you feel so good, [y/n]... you gonna come for me, hm?" xavier asked softly as i nod. he then moves his hand from my throat to my ass, slapping it harshly as i yip in surprise. "you don't cum until i say so, or this is going to go on for way longer than what you can handle."
i giggle, turning my head to glance to him. "you're funny. you know i like a fuckton of stimulation."
xavier clicked his tongue at my remark, grabbing me by the waist and pulling my body towards him as he sits on the seat, slamming me down on him and i gasp, shock sending through my body as he length pushes itself into me. he continues to rub my clit, and wraps one arm around my waist, holding my tightly.
"go on and bounce on daddy's dick, if you wanna say shit like that." he scoffs, holding me tightly as i begin to ride him, my feet planted against the seat while i take each and every inch of him. i feel him grunt with every thrust, our moans mixing together as we pleasure each other.
"i didn't know you were so dominant, xav..." i mutter, both my hands on his knees as i move. "it's really hot, to be honest.."
xavier grinned, grabbing my hair with his hand after moving it off my waist. "oh really? if you think so, then why don't you let me take it a step further."
"whatever you want, daddy."
and with my permission, he helped to turn my around to face him, leaning me down on the seat once again, locking our lips as he repositions himself inside me. he begins to thrust again, this time a bit softer than what he was doing before. i feel him take my hands and hold them both above my head. he looks down to me and smirks, tilting his head.
"open your mouth."
i do so almost instantly and feel his spit hit the back of my throat and i swallow, our eyes locked through each and every stroke, and breath we take. he bites his top lip, picking up his pace to the point my head hits the car door a bit, but i barely even notice from the amount of stimulation coming from his thrusts. i close my eyes and hang my mouth open, moans filling the silence other than the slaps between our skin.
he moves his free hand to hold my throat once again, but from the front of my neck. just when i thought he couldn't go any harder, xavier lets go of my wrists and moves his hand to cover my mouth as he slams himself into my walls, making me yelp underneath his palm.
my entire body was shaking from the shock it was receiving from such immense pleasure, and pain. i move my arms to wrap around his waist, pulling him closer down to me as he continuously thrusts completely in and out of me, his balls slapping against my sweating skin, which was quickly filled with my own cum, dripping against his dick and balls while he continued.
just as xavier grew close, he pulled out of me, adjusting his body to line his dick up with my mouth and shoves it down my throat, gasping as i take him immediately, despite how caught off guard i was. he groaned, looking down as he fucked my face, both of his hands sliding down to hold my cheeks.
"this is so hot, fuck, [y/n].." he moans, looking down to me. "i've never wanted anyone more in my life than you. you're so hot.. you take my dick so good, baby..."
i shove my head up after his words, his dick balls deep down my throat as he gasps, cumming immediately upon my actions. he pulls out after a few seconds and sits back on the seat, leaning his body to the side.
i sit up, wiping my mouth with a red-stained face as i scoot towards him. i pick his lips, leaning down to rest my head on his shoulder. i feel his arm wrap around me and his free hand take my own, playing with my fingers while he catches his breath, and i do the same.
"i hope i didn't hurt you."
"maybe a little, but i liked it." i admit, laughing at my confession before glancing back up to him. "i didn't know your feelings for me went so deep as to fucking me to the point i can feel like, every nerve in my body."
xavier blushed, shrugging lightly and kissing me once again. "guess there is more to me than what you know."
"so no more secrets?" i grin, intertwining our fingers. "promise me you'll be honest about your feelings from now on, sexual or not."
"promise." xavier nodded, hugging me with his arm that was around me. "no more secrets."
[written by me and only me. i have been super busy so it's a little shorter than usual, but i hope you still enjoy lovies ( •̯́ ₃ •̯̀)]
PART 2 LINKED HERE
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[summary: the reader, a normie, works with xavier during his shift at their local coffeeshop, where she learns about his crush on his classmate, wednesday, and intends to help him forget about it.]
"yeah, he never shuts up about her. it's kind of cute, honestly. tyler likes her a lot."
"what, no way! i don't know how she can like such an asshole!" xavier shouts in frustration, rubbing his forehead and leaning his elbows against the counter while i watch with a giggle, setting down one of the mobile orders on the endpiece.
i shake my head and walk past him to grab the next ticket, playfully nudging at his side. the lovesick boy was fairly attractive, i'd admit, but he was head over heels for this girl, considering he was already drooling over her to me, his coworker during his pilgrim world volunteer hours.
"don't get so fed up about it, dude. if she wanted you, she'd make it clear. tyler said she can be confusing, so i'm sure she is probably messing with the both of you." i explain, grabbing the cold brew from the fridge. "you may have to play the long game and wait. i'd suggest not doing that though, to save your mental health, you know."
xavier sighed, handing me a lid for the plastic cup after i poured the ice in. "i don't understand how you're so casual, and brutally honest, about all of this. haven't you had a crush before, just one you can't forget about?"
"obviously, we all do." i say, placing the new drink next to the other. i turn to face him, crossing my arms and shrugging. "but i just forget about guys. they're either too emotional, or have no emotions at all. it's better to just be single, and alone. you should try it - you look miserable."
"gee, thanks, [y/n]. best coworker ever. can't wait to spend two more hours with such a nice, lovely girl." xavier rolls his eyes, pressing the back of his body against the counter and looking down.
i smirk, walking over to the boy and lean against the counter aside him. i glance down, laughing softly. "you'd be a pretty cool dude to talk to for the next two hours if you weren't so down bad for a girl who just uses you for that sherlock homes shit she's trying to do."
"she doesn't use me."
i quirk my brow, tilting my head and crosses my arms at his statement.
"okay, at times. but that doesn't make her a bad girl!"
i sigh, throwing my arms into the air playfully. "here we go again! xavier picking the worst girl to like."
"shut up." xavier grins, rubbing the back of his neck as he leaned back up. "let me live in my fantasy to help me feel better. like you said, long game."
"mhm. have fun with that." i tease, as i watch another paper print for a mobile order and walk past xavier, grazing my side against him as i lean up to reach for the sheet. i can feel a heat in my body from what i just did, biting my bottom lip as i grab the sheet and press it against the cup, feeling a presence behind me and seeing a shadow formulating aside me.
i turn around to see him standing infront of me, his hands both pinned against the counter on each side of me. i scoff, rolling my eyes with a grin. "so you'll try to use me, like wednesday does to you, as a distraction for your overall goal, because you're bored. funny."
"and you'll try to use me, like every other guy, so that you're a little less lonely every now and then. funny." xavier tilts his head, looking down at me with a smirk. "and i bet you find it kinky or some shit that i'm an outcast, too."
i set the cup down, moving one hand down to press against his pants. "if that's what you think my definition of kinky is, then i'm honestly a bit offended."
"then what's your definition?" he says as he leans himself down, pressing his lips against the top of my ear. "why don't you show me."
"why don't you get on your knees then." i snap back, moving one of my hands to hold the back of his head and nudge him down, watching as he followed what i asked.
i watch his khaki pants hit the tile floor as he tucks his hair behind his ears before reaching over to my shorts, unzipping them and sliding them down to my ankles, before he sticks one of his fingers into his mouth and into my entrance. i gasp, moving one hand to his head to guide him more towards me.
his tongue attaches to my clit as he begins to suck on it, one finger pumping itself in and out of me while he looks up to me, our eyes locking before i look up to the ceiling, closing my own while he stimulates me. one of my hands holds his hair as the other rests on the counter, which reminds me of where i actually am.
my eyes widen and i look around, noting that no one is in the coffee shop but in a way, it turned me on to know xavier was willing to do this regardless of where we were. i feel him slide another finger inside, snapping me out of thoughts and back to the knot that was forming in my stomach.
"you like that, [y/n]?" xavier pulls away from my clit, leaning himself back up to face me, now towering over me, while he pushes my body against the counter, helping me get on top of it, my ass pressed against the cold counter while he pumps his fingers into my warmth.
i lean my head against the cabinet and nod, a grin on my lips. "maybe, but that doesn't matter. it's not enough for me."
he smirks, looking down to push a third finger inside without hesitation, taking his free hand to hold the side of my face while he begins to rapidly pick up his pace, glancing down at me with the same stupid smile printed across his face from cheek to cheek.
i grip the counter with both of my hands, leaning up to press my lips against his for the first time during this entire encounter. i open my mouth to allow his tongue in, feeling my own juices touch my tongue while we continue to make out.
he persists, obviously trying to get me to reach my climax, as he aggressively finger fucks me against the counter. i bite his bottom lip, letting a small moan slip between our lips, which causes xavier to grin immediately upon my slip up. i earn one back from xavier as i reach over to his pants, unbuckling the buckle with one hand and sliding my hand into to rub against his hard length through his black boxers. i feel the boy sink against me, weak from any form of my touch.
"you don't know what i'd do for you to fuck me, [y/n].. you're so fucking hot.. fucking hell..." he moans against my lips as he slows down his pace, pulling his fingers out of my slowly, and attaching his thumb to my clit as he begins to rub, pulling his lips away from mine and looking down to lock out eyes. "do you want me to fuck you? hm? i'd fuck you right here, i don't care who sees. you're so fucking hot."
i tilt my head, slowly closing my legs enough to where his thumb was still able to remain attached to my clit. if there was anything that turned me on, it was playing games. if he really wanted me, he wouldn't give up.
"i think we both have work to get to, xavier. don't you think?"
he pulls his hand away a few seconds after my words, his eyes wide as he watches me shut my legs and slide off the counter, leaning down to pull my pants back up.
"no way." he buckles his belt back, leaning against the opposite side of the counter as he crosses one leg over to hide the erection straining from his pants.
i grin, walking back over to grab a cup for the order that i was supposed to make who knows how long ago. as i scoop the ice, i glance to xavier. "you like teases, clearly. but if it makes you feel any better, your girl is definitely missing out. so act the way you acted with me, with her."
xavier stands up, walking towards me and handing me the milk for the drink, watching me pour it as he wraps one arm around my waist, leaning down to peck the side of my forehead.
"i think my interests lie somewhere else at the moment." he grins, his other hand snaking behind me to grab me by the jaw, moving my head towards him to meet our eyes. "so this isn't over."
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