anybody with multichapter plot planning experience please shoot an ask or a dm my way!!!! i am foraying out of single oneshots and am kind of lost on if i am pacing it correctly.
(yes it is klance)
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Steve is a man with a plan, and who is Grace to disobey orders?
(This is sweet fluffy smut, so 18+ only past this point)
“Is he going to survive?” Steve asked as Grace walked back through the front door of the apartment, empty container in hand. He stepped away from what he was doing just long enough to greet her with a kiss and take the empty container from her, putting it directly into the dishwasher.
“I think he’ll pull through,” she nodded and went to sit on one of the barstools at the kitchen island. There were plates of all sorts of breakfast food laid out, ready to be assembled and plated, so she grabbed a slice of bacon and nibbled off the end. “He said thank you for the delicious food.”
Steve turned around and saw her nibbling and put a hand on his hip, shooting her a look.
“The bacon is not for snacking,” he said, pulling the plate away from her so she couldn’t take any more. “I told you, back in bed. I’ll bring your food when it’s ready.”
“Do we have to eat in bed?” Grace pouted a little. “It’s more romantic in theory than practice. It gets the sheets greasy. And the crumbs,” she tipped her head to one side.
“I planned on needing to toss the sheets in the wash by the end of the day anyway,” he mused, grinning slyly in a way that made everything in her body burn. “But I suppose we can eat out here.”
“Thank you,” she grinned and leaned forward for a kiss, which he indulged.
Steve turned away to make their coffee and while he was occupied, Grace finished the piece of bacon she had taken and leaned across the counter to grab a second, just as he turned back towards her, catching her red-handed. She smirked and giggled as he made a disapproving face at her, but went ahead and ate a bite.
“You’re incorrigible,” he sighed, setting her coffee in front of her. “Bacon fiend.”
He snatched the plate away, and took it to the counter beside the stove where he assembled their breakfast. Egg and sausage sandwiches, bacon and hash browns on the side along with fresh berries and sliced fruit. Grace couldn’t eat things like that regularly, even Steve tried to eschew meals laden with the greasy stuff except for as special treats. They ate in contented silence, Grace feeling the tiniest lingering effects of the booze leaving her as the food filled her stomach and the coffee fueled her brain.
“So,” she wiped her mouth and then her fingers with a napkin once she was feeling full. “What is your plan for today? Sketching in the park? Maybe doing some still life studies at one of the museums?”
Steve, who was always the faster eater between the two of them, had already been done for a few minutes and had already put away leftovers and begun loading dishes into the dishwasher. He came over and took her plate from her.
“Shower first,” he answered without answering the question. “You go get the water warmed up, I’ll be in in a minute.”
“All the orders today, Captain,” Grace chuckled and shook her head. She watched his eyes spark as he grinned. “What’s gotten into you?”
“I’m a man with a plan,” he quipped. “Now go,” he pointed back to the master suite, indicating she needed to follow his instructions and get in the shower.
“Yes, sir,” she gave him a little salute, making him laugh as he went back to tidying up the kitchen.
Slipping out of her seat she padded her way back through the master bedroom and into the bathroom. The walk-in showers in the tower had to be one of the best things about living the spoiled, billionaire’s daughter life, in Grace’s opinion. They were massive, with rainfall showerheads, body jets, detachable wands with a multitude of stream and pressuring settings, all the things she would never have thought she would want in a shower and never could have afforded on her own. It even had a digital control panel on the outside that allowed you to turn on the water, change the stream settings, and set the temperature before you even stepped inside. She had the exact same shower in her suite up in the penthouse. Humming lightly, she turned the shower on to the right settings and temperature. When they were showering together, they preferred lower pressure but Grace always liked a hotter temp. Once everything was set and started, she kicked off her pajama shorts and pulled Steve’s shirt up and over her head, tossing it on the floor and kicking it out of the way. She stepped inside the shower and closed her eyes, taking a second to enjoy the warmth and the soothing patter of water on her skin. As she stepped fully under the water to wet her hair, she heard Steve come into the bathroom and heave a sigh, which she had a feeling was from the sight of her clothes on the floor. He preferred that dirty clothes go in the hamper as soon as you took them off. She typically put them in the hamper after her shower, depending on if they were clean enough to wear again or not. Sure enough, when she opened her eyes, she saw him scooping up her clothes and tossing them in the hamper before slipping off his shorts and plopping them in too.
“I was going to re-wear those tonight,” she insisted as her boyfriend stepped into the shower with her. He cracked a grin at the comment and rolled his eyes. “I was!”
“You can steal a clean shirt from my dresser at bedtime,” he insisted, pulling her by her waist away from the water and turning so that his back was to it, so he could wet his hair too. She enjoyed watching him, raking a hand through his hair as it got drenched under the shower head, eyes shut. He had the body of a Greek god, the kind that had countless statues in museums, immortalizing their beauty, and while that wasn’t why she loved him, it was a definite bonus.
Stepping out of the stream of the showerhead, he opened his eyes and caught sight of her staring, which left her blushing, despite the fact that she saw him naked on a regular basis and had done for three years. With a smile, he grabbed her by the hips, turned her around and pulled her to him, her back pressed to his chest as he began to kiss his way down her neck. She could feel him getting hard as he kept one arm wrapped around her waist to keep her put with his other hand fondled her breasts, one at a time, kneading, massaging and pinching.
“You always stare at me,” he murmured.
“You’re very nice to look at,” she stated simply. “Mmm,” she moaned happily, her head tipping back against his chest as his lips found the sensitive spot where her neck met her shoulder at the same time as he gave a firm tug to one of her nipples. “Sometimes I’m staring in disbelief that I’m the only one who gets to see you naked. That you picked me.”
“I’d pick you over and over again,” he said as his hand moving down her stomach before slipping between her legs while his left hand picked up at her breasts where the right had left off. “I love you, Grace. You know that.”
“I love you too,” she sighed happily, feeling like she was melting into him.
His fingers ran slow, teasing circles between her legs before slipping into her, making her suck in a sharp breath. He knew all the right things to do, the right amount of pressure, the right places to touch and stroke, all the while his lips continued to rove along both sides of her neck and down both shoulders. As she hit her climax, she felt his arm tighten around her waist to keep her upright, her knees going weak as his other hand continued to work her through it.
“God,” she muttered, tipping her head back to rest against his chest as she caught her breath.
“Think you can go a little more?” He asked and she nodded. “Good girl.”
Grace felt a pleasant little shudder run through her at his words and she couldn’t help the gasping noise that escaped her lips. He’d never said that to her before and it did things to her that she felt almost ashamed to admit.
He teased her a little before slowly filling her, letting her get used to him for a moment, his arm still around her waist. His arm trailed along her waist, removing the support, and instead, he grabbed onto her hips with both hands. She shifted her weight a little for a better position and when Steve groaned, she knew she’d hit the mark. Pretty much every time they had sex, Steve liked to start slow, almost painstakingly so, nearly pulling all the way out before slowly sliding back in so she felt every inch of him. He tried to last at that pace as long as he could, but sooner or later, he always ended up speeding up as he neared climax himself. As he set a comfortable rhythm, Grace reached out and pressed a hand against the tile wall to steady herself. A lot of power came from those hips of his and despite the fact that he had a firm hold of her, she felt a stabilizer might be a good idea. He started to move in quicker, shallower thrusts, so Grace tightened around him, making him moan, his fingers digging tighter into the softness of her hips.
“Never stop doing that,” he pleaded as he started going faster.
Suddenly, he stopped and pulled out, but before Grace could ask why, he turned her around and picked her up, prompting her to wrap her legs around him, he hooked his hands under her thighs and backed her up against the cool tile wall. She wrapped her arms around his neck, smiling at him as his hungry eyes devoured her. It took a little maneuvering but it didn’t take long for him to fill her again and pick up the same pace as before.
“I love you,” he murmured against her neck as he kissed his way up, and along her jaw, before finding her lips. “I love you so much.”
“I love you too,” she replied when he gave her a chance to breathe.
He came in the middle of a kiss and slowed down to ride it out, throwing one hand out to press his palm against the wall, his other arm wrapping securely around her waist, easily able to support her with just one. He kissed her again as he lowered her gently to her feet. It took a moment for him to catch his breath and even Grace had to take a beat.
“You’re beautiful, you know that?” He asked when he finally regained his composure, bright blue eyes searching hers as he tucked her hair behind her ear.
Grace felt herself blushing, despite the fact that she was already rather flushed. She glanced down, still in awe that he had picked her, of all people. A finger hooked under her chin and forced her to look up at him. She felt a soft, fluttery feeling in her chest, seeing the way Steve looked at her before leaning down to press a gentle kiss to her lips.
“We should probably actually shower now,” he said with a grin and Grace laughed.
“Probably,” she agreed.
Luckily, since the tower was powered by its own arc reactor, and the water heaters were tankless, the hot water never ran out, so it was still nice and hot as Steve insisted on bathing her, washing her hair for her and lathering her up with his hands in very unclean ways. Once they were both bathed, Steve dried her off before wrapping her in a towel, a towel tied tightly around his own waist, and carrying her back into the bedroom and setting her on the bed.
“I thought you said you wanted to spend the day together breaking in your art supplies,” Grace asked. “At this rate, we’ll never leave the house.”
“Who said I wanted to leave the house?” Steve asked, going to his dresser and pulling out a pair of clean pajama pants. He dropped his towel and Grace flagrantly admired the view, which made him snicker. “You’re going to be my model today,” he said, pulling the cotton pants on, stepping over the discarded towel and grabbing one of the comfortable sitting chairs from over near the windows and bringing it over to the side of the bed. “The natural light is perfect this time of day,” he glanced out the window. “And should last long enough for me to get the basis down for a full portrait.”
“Oh,” Grace felt her whole body warm up.
“Is that all right with you?” He asked and she nodded happily. “Good,” he came over to the bed and took her hands, pulling her to her feet before unwrapping the towel and tossing it aside with his. “Lay down,” he instructed and she obeyed. She laid down and allowed him to pose her, moving her arms and legs, toying with her hair so that it laid just so. “Do you think you can stay like that comfortably for a few hours?”
“Yeah, I think so,” she told him. It was a pretty comfortable position. “I just have to remember not to move.”
“You’ll do fine,” he said, going to retrieve his phone from his bedside charger.
He snapped a picture, examined it to make sure it properly captured her pose, then put on some classical music before clicking it off. He set the phone down on her bedside table and grabbed his sketchbook and the pack of charcoal, settling into the chair he began to sketch. Grace loved watching him draw, the way he got lines in his brow, the intensity in his gaze, how he delicately and gracefully moved whatever medium he was working with along the page.
I wonder what style of drawing he’s doing for, she thought, seeing his brow furrow as his pencil moved. He glanced up, scrutinizing her form, comparing it to what he had on the paper, his eyes flitting back and forth for a moment, his hand moving a little slower. I wonder what he’s going to do with it when he’s done.
She kept herself occupied by working through an issue she’d been having on her latest work project, something she’d been collaborating with Harry on. It was a robotic prosthetic hand that had a neural link to the brain and operate the exact same as a natural hand. It had a lot of help in the robotics area from the advances in robotics her dad had made. But it was glitchy and didn’t always sync up properly. It was taking too long from thought to movement, if movement even happened at all. In her mind, figures and components danced around, not unlike her dad’s projection system when he was building new tech, letting her search each step in the process to find an answer as to where things might be going wrong. While she mulled, Steve continued to draw, and hours passed without either of them really noticing. At one point when Grace snapped out of her haze and when she looked at Steve, he had his brow furrowed and the tip of his tongue was poking out of his mouth, something that only happened when he was so laser focused on his drawing that he didn’t notice what was going on with his face.
He's so cute, she giggled lightly trying not to move. I love when he’s so focused on his art. And I love that I’m the only one who gets to see this side of him.
“Tongue’s sticking out, isn’t it?” He asked, apparently just registering her giggle.
“Yes,” she smiled. “It’s cute.” She watched him blush but he kept drawing. “Any chance I can see the progress?”
“I just want to get one…more…” he trailed off, moving the pencil with deliberate strokes.
She waited patiently, letting him do what he needed to do. He made a few final touches and came over to sit on the edge of the bed beside her. Grace sat up and leaned over him, resting her chin on his shoulder, wrapping her arms around his waist. The sketch was lovely, capturing the soft and gentle curves of her form in ways that had her marveling and questioning if that was even her form.
“Is that really me?” She asked in disbelief. “I mean, I know it’s still rough, but I look so beautiful.”
Steve turned his head so he could look at her, a frown on his lips.
“You are beautiful,” he said.
“I know,” she shrugged, “I mean, I know I’m beautiful in my own way. You just make me see myself in ways I can’t.” She offered him a shy smile.
“You do the same for me,” he mirrored her smile. “You let me see myself beyond the shield and suit. I guess it’s only fair that I return the favor.”
Grace leaned in and kissed him on the cheek, squeezing him tight and resting her head on his shoulder again. He was warm and smelled like soap, his skin soft and a little more tan than usual thanks to the summer sun and shirtless workouts either in the park or out on the penthouse balcony with Tony. They practiced martial arts out there on sunny days, before it got too hot.
“I need a bathroom break,” she said, relinquishing her hold on him and slipping off the bed, heading to the bathroom.
“What are you going to do with the picture when it’s done?” She asked when she came back into the room, completely unselfconscious about the fact that she was completely naked while he was clothed.
“See that spot over there,” he pointed to a space on the wall and she nodded. “It’s going to be framed and hung right there. So, I can sleep beside you every night, even when you’re not here.”
Grace scratched at her scalp, grinning bashfully.
“Do you want to work on it more? I can pose for a little while longer before I’m going to need more food,” she stated.
Getting up, Steve set his sketchbook down very carefully in the chair, and Grace could see the hunger in his eyes that she knew meant he didn’t have an appetite for food and he definitely didn’t want to keep drawing. He approached her with his ridiculously powerful superhero stride and plucked her up, making her laugh.
New Wintershock story. Chapter 1 of 11 published. Updates every Saturday and Tuesday.
Title: Let’s Talk About Sex
Summary: High school seniors Bucky and Darcy are forced to spend time together because of Steve, their mutual best friend. But as the months go on and the seasons change, they find themselves running into each other on a regular basis. It isn't long before they reluctantly start learning things about one another, and as the end of their senior year approaches, Darcy comes to Bucky with a request she really hopes he doesn't refuse.
Rating: M
Link: Let’s Talk About Sex (AO3)
Preview
Darcy and Bucky groan in unison.
“Oh, give it a rest, you two,” Steve chides, sounding like Darcy’s grandmother, and not for the first time. He wraps his arm around Darcy’s shoulders, his other arm slinging around Bucky’s, and starts walking. “Is it so bad that I want my two best friends to finally get along?”
“For the thousandth time,” Darcy says, stumbling as her short legs try keeping up with the two giants, “you can’t have two best friends, Steve. It’s a categorical impossibility.”
“It is way too early for you to be using words like categorical,” Bucky says, looking behind Steve’s head at Darcy. His smirk widens when he sees how hard she is working to not fall out of step.
Darcy huffs and manages to escape from under Steve's arm. “It's way too early for me to have to deal with you,” she snarks back.
Already exhausted, Darcy can only hope this is not how the school year is going to be. Stuck battling against Bucky for Steve’s attention as if they are still in elementary school. As if Bucky isn't the most obnoxious, self-centred asshat at their school, maybe even the whole of Brooklyn.
Hey bishes. I snapped and decided to publish first chapter of my current project. This was inspired by @glitterfreezed playlist .
Honestly I am so thrilled for this story. It’s different from everything I have written so far and I am excited for how it will turn out.
Genre : Romance - Smut - Bestfriends to lovers
General warnings : Alcohol consumption - Dark themes - Swearing - S m u t - possessiveness - Mention of ex-relationships - jealousy
Synopsis : Isn’t love a matter of timing after all ?
That’s what Sabo has always thought. It was about finding the right tempo, making the right moves and hitting the right spot. Patience is a virtue after all, and he had a lot of it. It all started when your ex cheated on you. You were heartbroken, you needed someone and he was there. Was he always that hot ? You didn’t know. But after that night you have never seen him in the same way.
Part II -
Part I :
“(Y/N)…You should really stop drinking. Said Nami as she took the cup off your hands.
-Leave me alone ! I wanna drink some more…Come on…Let me drink“ you said as you reached weakly for the cup in her hand but ended up stumbling and almost falling.
You were quick to feel an arm encircle your waist. Your intoxicated senses could still pick up his scent, a mixture of mint and cologne. His gloved hand held you a little tighter against him so you don't fall.
« Sabo ! Glad to see you here. I didn't know what to do with her...She's been drinking non-stop.
His hand tightened possessively around your waist. He only knew too well what happened, yet he still asked Nami for confirmation :
« -Hey Nami, What's wrong ? (Y/N) isn't used to drink this much.
-Oh...I don't know if I'm technically supposed to tell you but... » she bit her lower lip « let's say that she broke up with (ex). »
You started hysterically laughing as you heard you now ex's name while trying to escape from Sabo's firm grip.
« Eeeeeeeh ? Saboooo~ ? Whatcha doin' here huh ? Oh gosh are you following me ? Why do I always see ya everywhere ? Come're...Let's dance together~ Saboo.. » you screamed so he could hear you over the music.
The nightclub was extremely crowded but you needed all these faces, all these bodies almost crushing you on the dance floor. You needed to drown your pain in alcohol, the pain of being used and discarded, of being betrayed.
You didn't talk about this to Sabo, your bestfriend. You didn't want him to see you in this pathetic state. Seeing you like this made the blood pump into his veins. His fist clenched, but he tried to keep his calm. He slid a hand in his blond locks, sighing and rocking his head back.
He had to keep it in, if he lost his temper, it was going to be the end for your ex.
« I'm going to take her home » He says to Nami as he holds you by your arm.
« 'kay ! Here, she gives him your purse. Take good care of her okay ? I'm counting on you. » She seemed really worried.
-What are you guyyyz on about ? I don't wanna go home ! I wanna drink some more...Come on Sabo, you're no fun. It's good to loosen up from time to time. You're always so uptight...Come on...Lemme go...
-There is no way that I am going to let you in this state, (Y/N)
-That's none of your business ! Let me go....It has nothing to do with you.
Your words hurt but he was used to them, his role as your « best friend » meant that you were always blunt with each other, and usually it amused him, but not tonight.
« You're coming with me.
-Namiiiiiiii, you traitor! »
Sabo ignored your loud whines taking you to his car, eyebrows tied together, his blood on fire. He felt guilty ; he didn't prevent you from this hearbreak, he didn't protect you, his dear princess. He was too fooled by how happy you seemed, by the way you spoke so eagerly about that bastard, making him wish that it was him instead. But that was going to change.
You fell asleep while on the backseats of the car. Your dress was slightly up, showing your beautiful legs. It was extremely painful for Sabo to concentrate on the road, his head fuming because of anger and because of seeing you so vulnerable at his side. As you were sleeping and he didn't want to leave you alone, he decided to bring you to his own appartement that he shared with Ace.
He held you like a princess as if you were as light as a feather. Once inside, he put you on the couch. You slowly opened your eyes ;
-Sabooo...Ohh...We're at your place...Where's Ace ?
-Ace is spending the night with Thatch. You can stay here till tomorrow. I can't leave you alone...Well...Like this.
You rubbed your eyes together, sitting on the sofa. He found your flushed face extremely cute.
-Ohhh...’kayy...Gosh I'm nauseous..you put your hand over your lips. You looked at the glass of water on the table and got up to reach for it, but you stumbled and dropped the glass on the floor.
-Oh goddamnit...I'm sorry...you bent over to collect the shattered glass but Sabo's hand held yours ;
-It's fine, I'll take care of it. Are you hurt ?
You look at your hand some blood was dripping from the fresh cut. You instinctively put your finger in your mouth while looking into his eyes :
-Uh-uh it's fine...I'm really sorryyy for the glass.
-It's okay. I'll bring you another one, you just wait here, and don't touch anything. He says as he collects the pieces of glass to throw them away. Then he disappears into the kitchen only to come back with a glass of water.
You were sitting there, on the couch, in your underwear ; a simple set of black bra and cotton panties. Your dress was on the floor and you reached for the remote control to turn the T.V. on. Sabo blinked many times. He knew that you were bestfriends, and that you probably only thought of him as a brother, yet, you have never stripped in his presence. He almost dropped the glass of water but thankfully he managed to keep his cool. You were drunk. He didn't want to make you feel uncomfortable, especially not tonight.
« Here, drink up. » He sits next to you and you put your legs on his ;
-Thank you~ Ahh, I took off my dress because it was wet. You said as you gestured to the said black dress. I didn't want to get your couch wet...Also it's kinda hot. You don't mind huh ? It's not like you've never seen me in a swimsuit before...Duuh. Wait ? Are you looking at my chest ??? Eh Sabo, stop right there you're looking at my chest ! I'm sure you're doing it haha.
You said playfully. You had a point, you were to the beach together before, but something about seeing you in underwear was different, and he hated himself for looking at you that way while you were so vulnerable.
-I'm not looking. As you said, it's not like I've never seen you in a swimsuit before. You're going to get a cold though. I'll get you a shirt.
He moves your legs out of the way and gets up.
-Okayyy~ But don't make me wait blondie.
-Blondie ? He stops and looks at you with a raised eyebrow, which makes you laugh super hard. - You know what ? Nevermind.
He proceded to ignore you and comes back with a shirt and some shorts. He took advantage of the situation to change into a white shirt and gray sweatpants. He takes place next to you on the couch as you were too focused watching cartoons and laughing at every not-so-funny joke.
You managed to put the black shirt on which was too big for you, reaching your thighs. You just threw the shorts away because the shirt was long enough to cover your panties.
-Thankyou~ Wha, your clothes really smell good. Kinda smells like you. You smell good.
He knew that your words were innocent, and that you were much more open because of the alcohol, however, he couldn't help but find you extremely adorable wearing his shirt. The thought of what your ex did made him extremely angry. How could he hurt you this way, you, almost an angel ?
If only you let him love you, he would never hurt you that way, he would cherish and protect you. You’ll never need anyone but him.
An hour passed, with you laughing extremely loud and him trying to keep his calm as you teased him -unconsciously-, putting your head on his shoulder or messing with him. Then, as you were starting to get a bit sleepy at one in the morning, you let your head fall on his lap and said ;
« Thank you for taking care of me Sabo. You're always here for me...Youuu always help me, you really are an amazing guy.
You were getting emotional so you put your hands on your face, a bit uncomfortable while talking about your feelings this way. Even though you were bestfriends, you weren't the kind to open up about her feelings so much. You hated being perceived as weak. He ruffled your hair lovingly, taking your hands slowly away from your face. His eyes were extremely gentle, it almost melt your pained heart. You couldn't help but think of your ex, and what he did.
-It's normal (Y/N), I wish I could've prevented all of this. I am sorry for what happened.
-Why are you sorry Sabo ? It's not your fault...It's just me, it's like I'm a fuckboy magnet or something...You said with a bitter laugh, trying to dedramatize the situation.
You sat down again on your knees on the couch, he turned a bit so he was facing you. He didn't know what to say to ease your pain. He didn't know what to say without betraying his emotions, without giving himself away.
-It's like...Everyone I meet plays me and breaks my heart. I'm so done...I really...What did I do wrong huh ? Why did he have to cheat on me ? Am I not enough ? Am I not pretty enough ? Am I not good enough for him ? What's wrong with me... ? Tell me Sabo what's wrong with me...
You did your best at holding your tears. Sabo gently placed his hand on the back of your head, this gesture was even better than words for you. You just snapped and started crying, your mascara staining the white shirt.
-You are more than enough (Y/N). He is just a bastard. You are extremely pretty..You are kind...Every man dreams to have you by his side. Shh..Don’t cry...he gently caressed your hair
You jolted back, looking him in the eyes and sniffing. He hated to think that in this moment, you were adorable, like a little puppy that was only asking to be protected :
-You're so kind Sabo...Why can't I attract guys like you huh ?
His eyes darkened, he never expected you to say anything like this. He knew it was the alcohol, he knew you didn't mean it, yet, it lit something new inside of him : a hint of hope. And if this wasn't better, you kept going on :
-I mean, you're handsome...You're kind, you're smart...And you make me laugh...you laughed a bit, hell you've seen me at my worst haha ! You really are amazing~I’m so lucky to be your best friend.
you moved yourself a bit because you were getting uncomfortable sitting on your knees on the couch like that. You just slipped onto his lap, and it wasn't the first time you did that. Actually, you had to sit on his lap many times when you were teenagers and you didn't have enough place in the car. But this time was different, you were both adults, and you were drunk and heartbroken.
-I'm sure that a lot of girls are into you...
You look down at his shirt, it's true that you have seen Sabo many times before, but you have never noticed that he was this attractive. You run your hand in his hair as if you were discovering his face for the first time, and you felt some kind of electricity between both of you. He was letting you go too far, almost to the point of no return, but you kept going on and on without leaving him the time to even process one thing.
-Why don't you tell me about anyone huh ? Don't you like girls ? What about that girl, Koala, I'm sure she's into you ! She's pretty cute and...Ahh...Don't tell me you're gay Sabo ???!
You put a hand on your lips simulating a shocked reaction. You knew him for so long and you would be offended if your bestfriend was gay and never told you about it. He held your hand and took it away from your lips. Looking at you with eyes you've never seen before. A serious look, you could've sworn that it was the look of yearning :
-I am not.
His voice firm, just like his grip on your wrist. You could've sworn that you saw something mirrored in his black eyes, something that disappeared as fast as it first appeared. And this thing, that little flame that you almost saw thrilled you. You wanted to understand this change in atmosphere, and why he wasn't laughing along with you. You felt a bit intimidated.
Did you go too far?
Probably.
But you wanted to go too far.
You wanted to feel something, to forget the stinging pain, to do things that you would regret.
You wanted to sabotage yourself, as a form of punishment.
But for what? And what did he do to deserve this?
Those questions didn't even cross your mind, adrenaline rushing through your veins making your mind blank. You were defying him with your eyes.
« Oh » you said, a mischievous smile forming on your lips. He didn't like this at all. He didn't like how you took all of this as a game while he was serious. But he was that desperate to see your next move.
The game has just started. It was the perfect timing.
«-Prove it.
-This is getting ridiculous. You should go to sleep as you are saying nonesense.
He knew that you were drunk, but pushing his buttons like this ? It was out of the question for him to take advantage of the situation. His feelings were sincere towards you. He didn't want to do something and betray your trust. He was better than your bastard ex.
If something was meant to happen, he wanted more than a hookup, he didn't want to abuse of the girl that he has always knew and loved and that saw him as a brother, even if she was half naked on his lap.
It took every ounce of control he had. Every drop of patience in his system to not block you on the couch and kiss your glossy lips.
-You're such a coward...Really...You scared huh ? You're scared ! Say that you've never been with a girl~ Come on, admit it...Who would've known huh ? Sabo you're always so cool~ But in reality you're juuusttttt a virgiiin. I'm so gonna tell Ace ! It's over for you blondie~
You playfully said unaware of the effect of your words, and of how dangerous they were, awakening something almost feral inside of him, just for a few seconds he lost control, pinning you against the couch fist on the side of your face. His face was so close to yours, his hair caressing your cheek and almost making you giggle.
You have never been this close to Sabo, physically speaking. You felt his leg between yours and you instinctively closed rubbed against it for friction. You just wanted to numb the feelings away. In that moment, you wanted to taunt him, you would've wanted anyone to fuck you. In fact, has he left you in that night club, you would've definitely ended in someone's bed.
But he took you here, so it was his fault, right ? So now it had to be him. He had to numb out the pain.
He was serious.
Sabo, your sweet blondie. Sabo the good friend. Sabo that was always here to pick you up everytime your heart was shattered in million pieces on the ground.
«-Don't try me. I think I'm really close to reaching my limit (Y/N) »
You felt thrilled to see him being serious. You wanted to push his buttons and make him mad. More mad. Because you were broken and you needed some intensity to forget. In that moment, you closed the gap between your lips and encircled his neck with your arms, leaning into a kiss: a desperate, sloppy, drunken kiss. Sabo's eyes opened wide as he felt your soft lips on his. He would have never expected this moment to happen. He never imagined his first kiss with you to be this way. You were so eager, so desperate, and the way you kissed him reflected your conflicted emotions. You kissed him like you needed him, not like you wanted him.
And that made him full of tenderness.
He sustained your back, bringing you a bit closer to his chest as you pulled down, eyelids heavy, eyes full of tears :
-Sabo...Kiss me back...Please...I need you.
He wanted you, he wanted you so bad that it angered him, but the taste of alcohol on his lips reminded him of your state. His lack of reaction made you even more desperate ;
-Sabo don't you want me ? Am I not pretty enough ?...Tell me Sabo...Am I not good enough ?
You started nibbling on his ear, and he couldn't help but get hard, he was human after all, and he has loved you for so many years. You whispered into his ear ;
« Saboo I want you to fuck me »
That was it. That was enough. He got up leaving you there on the couch. Trying so hard not to lose it. He wasn't that guy. If anything, he was mad at your ex, seeing you so hurt that you would initiate something with him, thinking that it was only because of the heart break and alcohol. He held you in his arms like a princess ;
«-Enough playing now, you're going to sleep.
-B-but ! This wasn't what I asked for....You're really a coward after all...You virgin... »
He carried you to his room, putting you on the bed and sitting next to you.
«-I'd love to prove you wrong. However, it would be better if you were in a state where you'd be able to recall how good I am. If you want me to fuck you this badly then maybe ask me when you're sober. »
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New fanfiction in the make! This time we travel back in time, setting ourselves in Medieval England and following the story of our blond Viking/Knight and fierceful Assassin.
1017 Wessex (England) under rule of king Cnut the Great.
It's been ten years since Adora was part of a raiding party from Denmark, ending up as an orphan in England. A Viking orphan nonetheless. Somehow she mangaged to find a way in this new world, climbing up to be a successful knight for the king until his death. Now she roams Wessex, on her way to find some help for her new purpose in life she counters a young woman who leaves a certain impression with the knight.
Adora knew for sure she was no damsel at all, let alone in distress. She could’ve watched her fight a little longer and somehow she knew, the brunette would’ve won. Even underneath the man. The knight hadn’t to interfere but she couldn’t see someone being beaten besides, someone could’ve get killed.
“As a noble knight”, she spoke with a warm smile, “I can’t take on rewards for such thing.”, Adora spoke honestly, seeing the brunette shrug and put back her pouch with coins.
“But there is something else I might want.”, she added only to receive a raised eyebrow.
“And what would that be, knight?”
“A name.”
The brunette laughed heartfully, stepping closer so Adora almost could count the freckles on her nose. For a moment she just stared at this interesting, burning woman. The latter looked up as she was at least a head smaller than Adora. A grin played at her lips as her gaze searched something in the knight’s blue eyes.
“Everybody calls me Catra, so can you, knight.”
“Adora, please.”
She offered her hand that was answered with a firm grip of Catra. She’s something special. The knight felt a blush creeping on her cheeks before clearing her throat, taking a step backwards to largen the distance between them.
“Is there something else you would like, Adora? A name for saving my life, seems a little underprized, no?”, Catra asked with a smug smile.
“There is only one thing a beautiful woman like yourself can offer me but I don’t want to get my wrist broken like my predecessor.”, Adora chuckled.
