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whatifyoulivelikethat · 3 years

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best laid plans, m | jjk

pairing(s): jungkook x reader

summary: It’s the middle of the night. You’re asleep next to your model boyfriend, Jeon Jungkook, who is jacking off while touching your tits. Wait. Hold on a second. What? (He is still your model boyfriend though, even after all that.)

warnings: rated M (18+) for language; established relationship; playful banter and shitty jokes; actually low-key crack and fluff; smut (fem reader, m-masturbation, handjob (while sucking on JK’s balls, lucky guy), tiny bit of nipple play and pussy slapping, edging, cowgirl, penetrative sex); non-idol!BTS; the parenthesis are the reader’s inner thoughts and i did make a Dynamite lyric reference with JK’s dick and you can’t stop me

yes, the title is a pun, channeling my inner seokjinnie it’s what you think it is and it’s also not

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Your dreams were always vivid and intense.

Was it normal to have movie-level, hyperdetailed, sometimes not even involving you or anyone you knew (at least consciously), insane storyline dreams on a constant basis (without medication causing them)? You know, maybe not. You should get that checked out. But not today, because this is not the story about that (you really should get that checked out).

This is the story about you dreaming about your boyfriend jacking off next to asleep you and then realizing it was not a dream.

At first you were like, man, that sure sounds like Jeon Jungkook breathing hard. Was he working out? Why are you having dreams about Jungkook working out? That's literally the most pointless, mundane dream you could ever have. Also, you weren't seeing anything, just blackness. What was the damn point of this dream you couldn't even look at him?

(To be honest, that’s very rude of you, brain.)

Jungkook always asked you to work out at home with him but, one, he was annoying as fuck to work out with because all he did was stare at you ("oh yeah, my bad for thinking you're sexy, holy shit, what a crime to think my girlfriend and future wife is hot!"); two, you literally had zero motivation to work out (not lazy, just, you know, didn't give a shit and Jungkook called that your great flaw of being his perfect girlfriend – but he loved all your soft bits so he was sending you mixed messages, tsk tsk); and finally, three, it always led up to fucking, so why go through all that trouble hyping yourself up in your leggings and sports bra, only to spend five minutes in them and forty-five doing a whole different kind of workout that didn't require clothes?

Exactly.

Just skip that shit and get to the naked part.

Oh, right, back to the whole deep-breathing Jungkook and you seeing darkness thing.

Sometimes you had dreams with only sound and very little visual. It was disorienting, giving you the feeling of being trapped in a maze with no way out (dream analysts would be all over that shit) and once the images returned, you were usually naked (psychologists would have a field day with that). But this time, you were unmoving. Listening to tense inhale, drawn-out exhale, over and over, and you only recognized it as Jungkook because he did that thing where he sucked on his teeth a little, making that almost inaudible hiss noise.

You felt heavy, tired, sluggish, as if you were dragging yourself through mud, in between the brink of conscious and subconscious, in that brief moment where you could control the dream but not your body, that little pocket of utopia. You searched for Jungkook in the darkness, curious to find him, and you couldn't, but he seemed to be beside you, to your right, where he usually was when you slept. Next to you, sometimes snoring so you'd have to smack him in the chest and he'd snort and stop (for a hot second, then you'd roll him to his side so at least he wouldn't be snoring in your ear). His pectoral muscles were bigger lately (you hated working out but you sure as hell didn't hate Jungkook working out) and the slapping sound was pretty satisfying now, palm to hard muscle.

Kind of like the sound right now.

Wait.

You weren't slapping Jungkook's pecs.

You furrowed your brows. Huh? Why were you hearing that soft smacking sound over and over, Jungkook's low hiss and then your name in a deep hazy whisper and why was your front cold? You usually slept with only panties, no bra, but you weren't usually cold up top – that's what the linen duvet was for (you paid way too much for that, but you saw it on Instagram and, hey, it's your money, go off) and, to be honest, you used to be a cute pajamas person but, ever since you started living with Jungkook, he wanted you to wear as much as he did when he slept (read: literally only his boxer briefs). Lots of begging (and him being on his knees for you) later, and now it was your habit to strip before sleeping.

Anyway, back to being cold.

You scrunched up your face and listened to the labored breathing in your right, a hand drifting on your stomach, tracing your bellybutton, moving up, light, delicate touches, the sound of skin on skin. A gentle fingertip brushed your nipple.

You cracked your eyes open.

There was a tiny bit of light from your computer, the RGB keyboard casting a faint rainbow. You shifted your eyes to your right.

Jungkook's left arm was in an awkward position, softly caressing your nipple as he violently pumped his dick.

On the bed.

Underwear gone.

On the floor? Probably.

He looked pretty damn hard. (Nice.)

Your eyes floated to his face and his eyes were closed, mouth open, trying not to make any noise, gasping your name. Shapely jaw, soft cheeks, dark lashes, ash blond hair framing his handsome features, so beautiful it was unreal. His head turned towards you and his dark brown eyes slowly opened, purring your name lovingly.

"Yeah, Jungkook?"

You saw the single blissful second it took for Jungkook's brain to catch up.

Then he choked.

On air and his dick by squeezing it far too hard in complete and utter shock.

"HOLY FUCK!"

He yanked his hand back, off your chest (feels bad man) and released his cock, causing it to bounce a little in the air (kind of sexy, not gonna lie), both of them shooting up to cover his rapidly reddening cheeks, one tattooed, one not, his inked right arm tense and his hand glistening with points of pre-cum.

You blinked innocently at him.

"Oh, shit, fuck, I'm so sorry, um, l–listen," he sputtered, dick still sticking straight up, completely oblivious to Jungkook's embarrassment (ignorance is bliss). "I... I have a good reason, I s-swear."

You rolled onto your side and squished your tits together. Jungkook's brain seemed to implode a little, staring at your squashed breasts and hard nipples like it was the first time (even though you knew he literally sees them at least once a day).

"You're horny?"

Your voice cracked a little from sleep and you coughed to clear your throat (not sexy, but such is life).

Jungkook's shaking pupils were too busy staring at your titties. "Y-Yeah, I just woke up randomly horny as fuck, but I know how much you hate having your sleep disturbed so I was just going to edge myself a little... well, maybe finish…"

"You masturbating while touching my tits is not going to disturb me?"

"I... I've done it before..."

???????

"Uh..."

"I don't touch you very much!" Jungkook blurted, grabbing your hands. "P-Please don't be mad! I only touch you a little and always very carefully! I never try to take advantage, I'm just horny, please, please, please don't be mad!"

He grabbed you by the shoulders and hugged you tightly. You grimaced, not because of the hug (Jungkook’s hugs were top tier), but because his hard dick jammed right into your thigh and smeared a giant line of pre-cum onto your skin (a little cold and not nearly as sexy as internet smut stories make it out to be, but maybe that was because you literally woke up to Jungkook jacking off without giving you so much as an invitation, rude). You gasped and retreated a little, but that made Jungkook try to grab you tighter and his cock bent upwards and jabbed you in the lower belly.

Still leaking everywhere, by the way.

"Oh shit–"

"Look here Excalibur, I'm not the stone waiting for the king," you winced, swiping your hand across your skin and wiping it on the side of his ass (hey, it's free real estate). Jungkook yelped, letting go of you.

"Hey!"

"If you're horny, let's fuck, not joust. I don't have the proper equipment for that and I'm not an undercover Lancelot, as dope as that would be."

"I should be turned off by now," Jungkook muttered under his breath (probably cursing your poorly timed King Arthur jokes – you did have a tendency to wear your mind on your sleeve). "But I'm not because, fuck, look at this body..."

His hands were already running all over your skin and, if there was one thing Jungkook had an extra zest for, it was fucking you – all the time, twenty-four seven, rest in peace responsibilities if you ever decided to become a nudist, but thankfully you had self-control (not when it came to terrible jokes at inappropriate times though, that was your vice). However, sleepy you had less self-control and let him do whatever he wanted, running his fingers all over your chest, making you shiver and slide closer to him, rubbing your thigh against his length and he sucked in a breath, whispering your name hotly against your cheek.

"S-Stop, I'm going to get horny..."

"You're already horny," you hummed into his chin, running your fingers through his blond hair, closing your eyes again, listening to his soft moan against your cheek (he always sounded so good, so fucking sexy, it was sinful), your left hand sliding down between you both. his palms pressed into your breasts, squeezing them roughly as you cupped your hand around his length and balls (Jungkook was really warm and your hands were kind of cold, this turned out to be a win-win situation, sweet). You wound your fingers around his length with two fingers hooked around his balls, bouncing them lightly as you rubbed his velvety skin, sighing against his neck.

"Pog."

"Do not Twitch chat talk to my dick," Jungkook muttered. "Also, what kind of weak-ass handjob is this, are you just warming your cold-as-fuck fingers–" (well, shit) "–oh, fuck!"

You gripped his cock with your left hand and buried your fingers in his hair, tongue between your lips as you roughly stroked his length, making Jungkook squirm and gasp above you, jerking back. You kept your hold on him, tighter, feeling him swell and get harder, grinning, your eyes still closed, working him fast and firm.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Jungkook swore repeatedly, pinching your nipples and rolling them between his fingers (damn, he was making you work to keep this smirk on your face, but it was worth), tendrils of pleasure snaking through you. You bit the side of your lip, increasing your pace, squeezing just under the head the way he liked, pre-cum pooling around the pocket of your index finger and thumb, adding lubrication.

"Stop, s-stop, I'm gonna e-explode," Jungkook moaned, planting his hands onto your tits and sinking his fingers in the softness once more (hello? where's the titty love, this ain't all about you, Jungkook).

"I like dynamite," was you answer, cracking one eye open. "Light it up."

Jungkook growled in his throat, glaring at you. "I swear to God, if you weren't so fucking hot, I'd be so fucking limp right no–aah, d-don't, oh fuuuck, please..."

You slid down the bed, switching hands, attaching your mouth to his balls (he was probably grateful for that, can't talk with a mouthful of nuts, sad) and put your breasts on his thigh, rubbing your nipples all over his hard muscle as you sucked, starting off slow, then faster and faster, one to the other, tongue all over, Jungkook loudly rambling nonsense above you (you weren't paying attention, you had a dick to jack off and some balls to rearrange with your masterful tongue) until Jungkook squealed at your firm grip on the head, cutting off his orgasm once again.

"Stop edging me," he hissed angrily above you.

You blew a raspberry on his nuts.

"A-ah, fuuuuuuuuck!"

Oh, that turned out to be more pleasurable than either you or Jungkook imagined, because his eyes were gigantic and his hips were furiously humping your hand, but you weren't holding him tight enough for him to cum. You raised your eyebrows at him and Jungkook gave you the most displeased expression he could muster (he looked cute as fuck, a complete fail), ash blond strands clinging to his forehead, nose scrunched up.

"That was for jacking off without me," you tutted.

"You would have gotten pissed if I woke you up to fuck," he pouted.

"I need beauty sleep to be beautiful."

"I hear facials actually help quite a lot."

You burst out laughing and Jungkook followed suit, his rich, full, almost wheezing laugh, until he realized you had swiped a condom from the nightstand (yup, they were casually in a little moon-shaped dish by the bed next to the chap stick and phone charger, says a lot about you two), fitted it on him, and then you sat on his dick.

"W-Wait – oooooooh, fuck!"

You waited a second for your body to adjust, forcefully stretched out by his thick girth, but it wasn't that bad when you were controlling your muscles and expecting it, so you started rocking your hips after the second, sighing in satisfaction. Jungkook's eyes rolled back into his head, his long fingers bunching up on his chest, raising his ass to get deeper with every slap of hips to hips, your body talking to his, heat rising through you, branching out your spine and to your limbs, the best kind of workout (your only workout, be honest here), clenching your core, making Jungkook snap his head back in panic, shaking his head furiously.

"I'm g-gonna cum if you keep going l-like that..."

You leaned down, brushing his hands away and spreading your fingers over his pecs, running your nails over his hard nipples. Jungkook whimpered, chewing on his lip, you turning the tempo from a fast one to a longer, slower, more complete stroke from head to base, soft ass smacking his soft balls. He looked up at you, moaning softly, pupils blown wide, rainbow shadows over his face (damn, he's pretty, eleven out of ten, for sure), gasping your name, his hands finding your forearms and caressing them, eyelashes fluttering.

"O-oh, fuck, p-please... faster... wanna cum... you're so fucking sexy... ah, fuck, wanna cum for you..."

No one could say no to that, especially not you.

You slid your arms down to the bed, right beside his head, and increased the force, intensifying it all, Jungkook's fingers flying up and holding onto your nipples, the sheer wildness of your own pace tugging and pulling on them, your breathing deepening, panting hard, wispy and hot, his name on your lips, pleasure all over, passionately fucking him into the bed, and him jutting his hips back into your soaked walls, throbbing against the tightness, so hot, fire coursing through you, your juices soaking his crotch and balls.

“Jungkook, oh, fuck, yes...”

You squeezed him hard and Jungkook thrust into you with a groan, all hardness and thickness violently burying itself into your overwhelming heat and you moaned lustfully, pussy shuddering around his wonderful cock, feeling it shiver repeatedly, his orgasm filling up the condom so much that you felt the latex stretch inside you, jarring jerks with each of Jungkook's soft cries, his head shoved into the pillows, blond hair fanning out like a halo and practically wearing out your name with how many times he was chanting it.

You reached and held down the condom as you unsheathed (the beast), collapsing against the bed and laying down, wheezing a little, greatly satisfied at your work.

"Boom."

You weakly reached up and mimed a firework with one hand.

"Like dynamite."

"Oh, my fucking God," Jungkook muttered, peeling off the condom and immediately snatching the towel next to the bed (also says a lot about you two) and another condom, yanking off the other one (trash can next to the bed already, again says – never mind, you get it) and cleaning himself off before putting on the new one. "On your back."

You rolled on your back, snickering. "Three parts dynamite, with a nitroglycerin cap–"

Jungkook clapped a hand on your mouth and it smelled a whole lot like his cum. "This is not the time to be quoting the Addams Family, you animal."

You nuzzled out of it, grinning. "I'm just saying I want an orgasm equivalent to blowing up a small house."

"Oh, you'll get it," Jungkook growled, yanking your hips to the center of the bed, pushing your legs up to your chest, almost bending you in half. "You ready?"

You bit your lip, still grinning. "Of course."

One hand left your leg and you were confused for a split second.

The next you were gasping, Jungkook rapidly smacking his hand into your clit and pussy, not hard, but constant, swift smacks that got you wetter and wetter, quivering and struggling for breath.

"J-Jungkook, oh f-fuck, Jungkook..." you whined, fingers digging into the sheets, twisting them, bouncing your hips towards him. He inhaled sharply, fitting his finger onto your clit and raising himself.

"W-wait – oh fuck!"

Jungkook chuckled and thrust into your wet warmth, rubbing your clit at the same time. Your body squirmed, trying to alleviate the sudden high rush of pleasure, but Jungkook was stronger (was this the reason he worked out? no complaints here), his free hand pressing your leg down into your chest, your other leg crammed against his shoulder, his hand snaking in between and stimulating your clit, not having to move because you were moaning helplessly, rutting against him repeatedly, pulsating all around him, so good, so good, throbs of desire against his callused fingertip, eyes rolling back. Hard cock, engorged clit worked into a frenzy, your own hips fucking him back so hard that Jungkook was moaning with you, your name tumbling out from those pink lips.

"Cum for me, fuck, you sound and look so sexy, come on, come on..."

You would have praise for him too if you could breathe, but you couldn't, pleasure so overwhelming that your eyes closed, getting there, getting so close, and Jungkook he kept going until you wailed his name, back arcing, your tits hitting your thighs, forearms taut and straining, lower body lurching towards him and leaking out slick juices all over his crotch and yours, so much so that his finger slipped and his nail nicked your clit, turning your moan into a howl of ecstasy.

"Oh, shit, are you ok–"

You grabbed his hips, ignoring whatever the fuck he was saying, and slammed him down into your pussy, making Jungkook lose his balance and put his hands on the bed, yelping, and you hissing in his face, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, please, Jungkook, give me your cock, and Jungkook was saying something but your body gave no fucks, ears mysteriously broken at that specific moment, raising your hips to meet his as he sank down, Jungkook's face scrunching up and his pleas finally reaching your ears.

"H-Hold on, I want to last, stop, stop, stop..."

"Who cares about that, I need dick," was your very impatient response, but Jungkook grabbed your thighs and pinned you down, stopping you and him from moving, you whining and clenching around him.

"This is not p–"

Jungkook immediately fitted his hand over your mouth, narrowing his eyes at you. "No. Bad. Shush."

(How did he know you were going to say 'this is not poggers'?)

You wiggled your ass and Jungkook growled, pulling out and slamming back in, not fast, but powerful, cock getting harder and harder with your whines and cries behind his palm.

"This is what you need," he panted, deep and gravelly, one hand on the bed and one on your mouth, fucking you so hard that your ass was bouncing on the bed, creating a wet spot on the sheets with how drenched you were for Jungkook's lust-filled, husky voice. "Need me to fuck you silent, fuck, you're so tight and wet, come on, cum for me, cum for me, you sexy, sexy woman..."

Your body was already complying, pleasure wrapping all around, body so hot from the fire within, tongue pressed against his palm, moaning lewdly around his fingers as you came again, and he was so hard, fuck, Jungkook was so fucking hard right after he woke up, always, (a fucking mystery and eighth wonder of the world and your pussy was thoroughly investigating), so deep and so thick, your muscles clutching him tight, sucking him back in. His fingers separated a little, loosening his grip, and you heard your needy whimper mildly muffled by his digits.

"You're so good Jungkook, I love you, fuck, I love your cock, Jungkook..."

You looked up into his eyes, at his long hair hanging around his face, jaw clenched, smirking as he saw your gaze, biting the side of his lips in concentration.

"I love you too," he breathed. "You're the sexiest, most beautiful woman in the world."

You clamped around him and Jungkook groaned, eyelids fluttering, grunting as he forcefully thrust into you, your name mixed with a moan as he came again, fully sheathing himself in your quivering, abused heat, warm pulses soothing him and you all over. The sheets stuck to your ass, covered in your sweet-smelling cum.

(Good thing that was on his side of the bed.)

His hand glided up your face, pushing back your hair, shuddering as he rutted into your core a few more times, savoring your tightness.

"You alright, my dude?" you whispered nonchalantly, gasping slightly.

Jungkook cracked one eye open. "Yeah, I'm fucking fantastic, bro."

"Pog-"

Jungkook shoved two fingers into your mouth and you choked a little, pouting around his fingers (you weren't surprised though, you knew it was coming).

"I will whip this dick out and slap you in the face with it."

"That's kinda nasty, but also sounds kinda hot," you gargled around his fingers.

"... You're right. Damn, he's asleep. Shit."

Jungkook pulled his fingers out and wiped them on the towel, frowning as he glanced down.

"Only him and not us, something seems a little inverted here."

Jungkook chuckled and leaned down to kiss you (another reason why he was the perfect partner, still being affectionate, regardless of your loony antics).

"I love you."

in which you anger jjk by being annoying - wait, that’s every day well, he still wants to bang you counter point

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wearywinchester · 3 years

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Stay

Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: Getting out of bed in the morning is harder than it looks when you’re sharing a bed with Dean Winchester.

Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings: mentions of injury, fluff, kissing

The alarm had already gone off just five minutes earlier, promptly shut off after a few haphazard pats around the old nightstand, the button blindly pressed with a soft groan. Through squinted eyes it read 5:05 in blaring red numbers, proving to be too harsh on your eyes after a glance.

The room was starting to lighten up a bit as dawn approached more quickly than you’d like it to, birds chirping through the window you’d cracked the night before to let the breeze in. That and the fan hadn’t done very much to combat the summer heat and Bobby didn’t have the best air conditioning. The small bedroom was quiet and comfortable, filled with old memorabilia that’d since gathered a layer of dust over the things that hadn’t been touched since you’d taken up residence there just two days prior. It was the room Dean used whenever he’d come to stay there.

There were a variety of odds and ends; some postcards that John had sent on a rare occasion, a rolled up poster Dean had stuffed in the corner, one he knew exactly what it’d been of the moment he laid eyes on it. Judging by his smile and the way he scratched his neck, you decided against unraveling the crinkled old thing in favor of an eye roll and a swat to his shoulder with it. You didn’t see the fondness in his smile once you turned around, eyes on you as he laughed softly.

There was a heavily worn baseball mitt and an equally tattered baseball within it sat atop the lone dresser, a bat to go along with it propped against the wall. That was one thing Dean had mentioned he wanted to get some use out of before the two of you headed back home. He claims he was the reigning champ of the sport, having a knack for hitting a number of home runs but never quite as good as you. In fact, you made a mental note to remind him of such should the moment arise to bring it up. Especially the time he’d gotten so distracted gazing at you that he’d forgotten to catch the ball and get you out, earning himself a swift smack to the back of his head from Sam.

He claims he let you win, but you knew for a fact that wasn’t true.

A handful of comic books had taken up space on a small bookshelf you remember Bobby making. It wasn’t quite level and the paint had since begun to chip away, but it was just as it’s always been and it was homemade and that was more important than the slanted top shelf and the nail that stuck out of the side. A few random knick knacks lay strewn about them too, some you remember giving him and some he’d brought home from a hunt here and there as a kid. It put the softest of smiles on your face at the very thought of it.

Perhaps the most noticeable part of the room at that moment was the bed. The one that you’d found a couple of old magazines of Dean’s under the old mattress, a few pages dog-eared along with a well expired candy bar that had to be melted within its wrapper. With the years of summer heat it’s gotten, it just had to be. It was all stuffed under the mattress of the bed that was nearly too small to fit two people. You were quite sure Dean had outgrown it even in his teens, and now at the ripe age of twenty-eight, surely he’d grown just a few inches taller.

His feet hung off the foot of the bed at any given moment, but the more he’d tangled up with you in a mess of limbs that fact didn’t seem to matter as much. You’d been pressed to his side the large majority of the night despite the heat in the room, his arm heavy over your hip and his other arm outstretched beneath the two stacked pillows you’d shared. The twin sized bed hadn’t been ideal for a good night’s sleep, not really, but you’re convinced that you could have a king sized bed and he’d still sleep just as close.

It’d been ten minutes now since the alarm had sounded, the room just a small bit brighter than it had been minutes ago. The breeze picked up a little bit too, puffing the old ruffled curtains out with every gust. The warmth wasn’t uncomfortable anymore; the air sweeping over your skin paired with the heat radiating from Dean seemed to be the perfect combination, one that made it all the more difficult to think about leaving that bed.

Dean hadn’t stirred just yet, too tired from the hunt you’d finished the evening before otherwise he just might’ve been up at the sound of the clock. It hadn’t been the easiest salt and burn you’ve ever done as a hunter, but it wasn’t quite the worst either. The spirit really had it out for him, having tossed the older Winchester around with only so much as a twitch of her hand. Her fun and games were obvious when you saw the purple and blue blossom across his cheek, at the redder than red cut that had curved across the bridge of his nose with one to match on his forehead.

None of that seemed to bother him in that moment as he slept, hair turned porcupine now that he’s got a bed head. His lips parted just enough for his snores to escape, the warmth of his breath fanning over your skin. As the softness of the light swept over him it gave way to each and every freckle that smattered across lightly flushed cheeks and the bridge of his nose, ones that speckled lightly on his ears and mingled within the beginnings of his stubble. Freckles that you’ve counted at least a million times over in the mornings just like this.

The softest of smiles tugged at the very corners of your mouth as you looked at him with tired eyes, fingers playing absentmindedly with the loose string you’d found on his t-shirt. Sometime between now and then he’d pulled you all the more closer when he felt you’d strayed too far, a quiet laugh huffing through your nose at the thought. It gave you ample opportunity to admire him just a little more. At the way his nostrils flare slightly when he snores and the way his lips puff out in turn, traces of last night’s pie still on the corner of his mouth.

Your smile widened at that, blinking slowly as you stretched in his arms. Your gaze falls on him once more when you muster up the energy to stay awake, settling on the soft lines framing the very corners of his eyes from the smile you know and love, said lines deepening ever so slightly to accompany the grin appearing on his face.

“I can feel you staring, you know,” he mumbles, sleepy and low as his lopsided smile quirks up just a bit more.

“No I’m not,” you defend, a scoff leaving your lips.

It was then that he peeked an eye open, a tired laugh immediate before he closed his eyes again if only for a second. “Yeah you are.”

An argument doesn’t make it out of your mouth at the tightening of his grip and the way his laughter brushes across your skin, too delighted to even try.

In a matter of moments the coolness of his ring presses gently to your cheek, nose bumping your own as his thumb swipes over your skin. His hand stays there for a little bit more, calloused and warm as he opens his eyes just enough to look at you with a smile all too telling that he’d had something on his mind, something light and jesting. His hand drops a little lower to rest on your jaw, his laughter continuing.

“You always were a terrible liar,” he murmurs, quieting your counter when his lips brush over yours.

It was soft and sweet, languid as he kissed you once, twice, three times over. Your frown at his words was quickly dissolved in favor of the beginnings of a smile, a laugh bubbling its way to the surface when his lips travel from yours to the corner of your mouth, gentle as they press to your cheek and across your jaw. They were chaste as he kissed just under your ear, his breath blowing ever so lightly doing just enough to make you squirm away from him when it tickled. He knew that all too well.

His laugh was telling of that very fact.

“You were supposed to be up fifteen minutes ago, De,” you sigh, shoving his hand away.

He really should have been. You’d heard Bobby’s commotion downstairs, could smell the coffee he’d brewed too. It was tradition; every time you’d crashed at his place for a hunt, Dean had to give him a hand on fixing up some of the cars he’s got to work on. It was a deal they’d made just under five years ago, one Dean can never talk his way out of. Not with Bobby Singer.

“Yeah, well, I think Bobby can hold out five more minutes. Them cars aren’t goin’ anywhere,” he teases, smile lazy as he tugs up the blankets.

The green in his eyes nearly twinkled in mischief as his tongue swiped over his lips, lips that press to your own once more as his hum rumbles against your mouth. Any and every argument you may have had for his more than logical reasoning had since left your mind then, completely vanishing when he’d kissed the tip of your nose.

“You keep sayin’ that and I’m convinced Bobby’s gonna do something about it one of these times,” you sigh, brushing the tips of your fingers over his cheek softly. He relaxes under your touch, his chuckle evident.

“He’s gonna have to go through you first,” he jests, tugging you into his chest.

“Oh whatever, Winchester,” you grin, settling into his hold without much of a fight. You were much more tired than you’d admit, and he wasn’t making matters any better.

“Stay,” he mumbles, nose to nose with you. “Five more minutes?”

You sigh softly, sharing a grin in the close proximity.

“Five more minutes.”

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Tags: @flamencodiva @stixnstripesworld @dean-is-sams-apple-pie @elegantbutedgy @humanmistakes @campingmonkey

#dean winchester #dean winchester oneshot #dean winchester fanfiction #dean winchester x reader #dean winchester x you #dean winchester fluff #dean winchester fic #dean winchester imagine #supernatural

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apricusss · 3 years

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sunshine. (bakugou x gn! reader)

an: fluff w/o angst because we all deserve it

warnings: swearing, soft bakugou (maybe ooc for him? idk)

word count: 755

sunshine.

Hell fire.

The only type of heat Katsuki Bakugou had experienced since he was young.

But in this moment, warmth was all he felt.

It was a strange feeling.

He was a bright raging sun, a burning star, a hot ball of rage had been brewing inside of him since he was a kid.

Fires seemed to be happening all around him.

Whether it was his parents, his classmates, hero training, anger issues, and worst of all that goddamn Deku.

All he felt was rage. And he didn’t know how to control it.

Then, he met you.

Unlike most of the people in his life, you never let him get away with his bad behavior. You stood up to him whenever he teased you or your classmates.

He couldn’t respond to the way you snapped at him whenever he lost his cool. He would just shut down.

He didn’t know how to handle it.

He didn’t like not knowing how to handle it.

But most of all, you understood.

You understood what it felt like to have feelings you can’t express.

You realized this, and slowly became more gentle with him. Whether it was a gentle whisper, a soft reassurance, the ghost of your fingertips against his back, something about your presence soothed the savage beast inside him.

But you didn’t change him at all.

You unraveled him.

You managed to break his aggressive, intimidating exterior only to discover the true Bakugou underneath.

He still had a flame of passion, but it was a different kind of passion.

It was the type of passion one human being has for another human being.

It was his love for you, and only you.

He had been fully unraveled and you were basking in the beautiful, true sun of Katsuki Bakugou.

And now here you were on his dorm room balcony, in his embrace as you two watched the sun dip below the horizon, painting the sky a deep orange. Stars began to fade into view, casting a warm, soft glow all around.

Your tired eyes drifted to the sleeping teenage boy on your chest. When Bakugou was asleep, he looked a lot less angry. His eyelids were shut gently, soft, peaceful breaths escaped his delicate lips. He snored occasionally, but it was just as soft as his breathing.

Good lord, was he beautiful.

The sun was nearly out of sight. The deep orange glow was gone, and the sky was adorned with stars.

You didn’t want to wake him, but you figured he would want to go inside to get some sleep. He always turned in at 8PM sharp, and it was past 9:30.

You slithered out from under him, careful not to let him fall off, and stood up. He somehow took notice of this and began waking up, talking to you while half asleep.

“Babe, get back here…” you heard his soft whine. It made your heart melt every time.

“It’s past your bedtime, Grandpa,” you chuckled in response.

This brought Bakugou back to full consciousness. He sat upright in the reclining chair with a scowl.

“Call me that again and you’re sleeping out here tonight, got it?”

“Come on, don’t get all crabby on me,” you dragged him by the arm and pulled him inside.

The weather was slowly becoming cooler, the nights especially. You didn’t want Bakugou or you to catch a cold and then the next day Bakugou would be complaining about the “damn stupid weather”.

Instead of doing your usual nighttime routine, you plopped down onto his bed. The feeling of the cool sheets and pillows on your skin caused your eyelids to slowly shut as you began to drift off into sleep, but not before you felt his arms drape you in his warmth and pull you closer to him.

He nuzzled his face into your neck, his hot breath making your insides tingle. You turned to face him, pressing your lips to his forehead gently, something you always did before bed.

“Goodnight, Sunshine,” you whispered sweetly, cradling his face in your hands

Bakugou perked up when he heard this.

“Sunshine?” he said in a low whisper, grinning to himself. “That’s a new one.”

“You like it?”

“Eh,” he chuckled to himself. “It’s not that shitty.”

“Oh hush,” You wrapped your arms around his neck, holding him closer.

Listening to the sound of Bakugou’s peaceful breathing, you drifted off to sleep, and so did he.

From that day one, out of all the nicknames you gave Bakugou, Sunshine was definitely his favorite.

#my hero x reader #bakugou katuski x reader #mha #bnha #bnha x reader #soft bakugou #gender neutral reader #bakugou x reader fluff

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yoongibestboysblog · 3 years

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Honey, you're drunk

Taehyung x reader :))

Warnings: None, fluff, drunk taehyung, cuddling

Summary: taehyung comes home late one drunken night, when his girlfriend makes him soup and puts him to bed

Lots of fluff!!!

It was past midnight when Taehyung stumbled home, tripping over the front step and banging on the door. No reply. "Hyung? Jungkook?" he yelled into the night, head spinning, just wanting someone to help him go to bed. "Coming!" a feminine voice sang from inside, and he heard the key being turned in the lock. Taehyung grinned to himself. So she was here. The door opened to show a girl wearing nothing but a grey hoodie, HIS hoodie, Taehyung noted, arms folded over her chest and staring expectantly at Taehyung. "What? Let me in." he said blankly, body falling suddenly so that he was leaning fully on her. She almost collapsed from the sudden added weight, his breath tickling her neck, the scent of alcohol and a hint of something sweet. She pushed out her arms on his shoulders to steady him, but he simply pressed against her, giggling. "Can't walk. Help." he mumbled, flopping on her smaller frame and hiccupping. His eyes were slightly clouded over, and you could feel how wobbly his knees were when they were against yours, how helpless he was in his intoxicated state. You sighed to yourself, bringing your hand up to brush some of his hair away from his eyes, ruffling it a bit. Taehyung didn't usually get drunk, but when he did, he usually went all out, barely making it home and usually having you put him to bed. You didn't mind, he would do the same for you. "Okay Tae, put your hands around me so I can bring you in." you said in a would-be commanding tone, except that Taehyung rested his forehead against your neck instead, arms hugging your torso tightly and closing his eyes. His hands disappeared under his hoodie onto your body, fingers resting on your stomach, rubbing slow circles around your tummy. They were so WaRm. Tae groaned.

"So soft."

You smiled fondly at him and heaved yourself, (Tae clinging to you) to your bedroom.

"Get off me for a second, you big baby." You wriggled out of his tight grasp, and lightly pushed him onto the bed, where he collapsed and curled into a ball. "Food?" you called to him as you made your way to the door, turning the lights low and switching on the air conditioning. You didn't want him to catch a fever. Now that you think about it, you realise Taehyung looked a little breathless before. "Did you eat?" you asked, him plopping down beside him. He shook his head. No wonder he looked so drained. "I'll be right back." you whispered gently, before sliding out of the room. You went to the kitchen to get some chicken soup, and returned to the bedroom with a steaming bowl of it in one hand. When you got drunk, you usually got very hungry, but felt like vomitting the moment solid food touched your tongue. Chicken soup would always heart up your insides and wake you up a bit, and it was the most delicious hangover remedy for the morning after. Carefully moving so that it didn't spill, you placed the bowl by the bed, and nudged Taehyung. One of his eyes fluttered open. "You need to eat something Tae, you shouldn't starve yourself." you explained. Taehyung sat up on the bed slowly, leaning against the headboard.

"I feel so nauseous but I need to eat." he said a little sadly, eyebrows furrowing down. You brought out the soup, and dipped a spoon into it. It immediately filled up with the thick orange liquid, and smelt like heaven. Taehyung seemed to notice this and sniffed, breaking into a smile. "My favourite chicken soup! Fuck, y/n, you make the most amazing dinners." he exclaimed, hands already reaching for the bowl and placing it on his lap, gobbling it up hurriedly as though it was going to disappear any second. You wiped away a smudge of soup from his lower lip, and without a thought tasted it. It was so creamy. "Can I have some?"

"No I'm the drunk one"

"I'm the one who made soup for the drunk one"

Taehyung smiled sheepishly at your words and brought the spoon to your mouth. "Aaaaaa" he spoke to you as though you were 5, and you rolled your eyes before opening your mouth. "Cute." he spoke more to himself than you as you swallowed it, and you set aside the empty bowl, picking up the blanket. "Lie down, I'll tuck you in now. I need to go sleep."

"Noo, I want you. Come back." you heard him whine, reaching his arms out towards you, a cute pout forming on his lips. He was so needy when he was drunk. Cute.

You walked over and climbed onto the bed, pressing your chest against his toned body, feeling him fit perfectly against you, your legs between his slightly bulky thighs, and your hands reaching up, cupping his cheeks. He gazed down at you adoringly with his eyes forming crescent moons and fixating on your lips, as though he wanted nothing more than to kiss them.

"Pretty."

"Hmm?"

"You're so pretty like this, trapped under me."

"It's not like I want to escape."

"Of course you don't, Jagi" he chuckled sleepily, bringing his face to level with yours. He bopped his head and your noses brushed, before his lips came crashing down on yours. He tasted so sweet, like cherries from a blossom tree, with a hint of alcohol. His tounge swiped your lower lip, and you let him take dominance, mouth moving against yours so passionately. His fingers pushed your head into the pillow a little roughly, and he mounted you, laying fully above you and pressing you down onto the bed. You smiled. "Why so suddenly affectionate?" you teased, and he stopped pampering you, laying his cheek on your pillow. "I love you. You're adorable. You feel so warm underneath me right now I want to stay like this forever."

"Alexa play feel special by twice" he added jokingly, and you laughed, heart secretly fluttering at his soft words. The exhaustion hit you hard. "I'm tired."

You whispered, and closed your eyes.

"Goodnight Tae."

You felt a strong arm gently hook around you and pull you closer to his chest, your head nuzzled in the crook of his neck. Lulled to sleep with the touch of each other, quiet snores filled the room, two lovebirds tangled on the bed the only sight to be seen.

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beskarberry · 3 years

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Bilgerat

Bargaining with Beskar, Chapter 10

(The Mandalorian x f!reader) (+18)

"The grip on your back tightened, and a low growl reverberated through the iron underneath you. You’ve got company."

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Rating: Explicit

Word count: 18.3k whoopsie

Content warnings: Big kinky: cock warming, wet-ish dreams, knife play (no blood), vibrator play, squirting. Small kinky: predator/prey dynamic, lots of biting, soft choking, mentions of chapter 9's shenanigans. Kinkles (kink sprinkles): breeding/pregnancy, begging, overstim. Not-smut stuff: alcohol consumption, lots of story, introduction of OCs, more backstory for reader, some fuckin ANGST.

A/N: Story time! Some slice of life, some romance, some adventure! Once again Mando and his love get themselves in trouble because they tried to be cute so shocker-roony-roo there's some long fluff scenes cushioning the smut that I hope you enjoy~

Chilly.

You grumbled and squished yourself closer to the heat source you were wedged against, but your backside was uncovered and prickling with goosebumps in the faint, icy wisps that still made their way through the slap-n-patch fixes you’d made to the Crest’s busted walls. Groping blindly you searched for your bantha wool blankie, but all you found was the cold, unforgiving durasteel of the sleeping alcove under your fingers. You flopped an arm over the hot body pressed to your chest, trying to see if the blanket was on his side, but only found more frigid steel. Din rumbled and hugged you closer, nuzzling his face against yours like a big dopey massif and snoring right in your ear. His arms and chest were wonderfully warm, but the skin on your booty stung in the chill air. Blanket.

You pressed a lazy kiss or two to his sleeping face and started trying to untangle yourself from his limbs. His fingers burrowed deeper into your sides, begging you not to leave. I know, just gimme a sec. Somehow you managed to get yourself sitting up, and you glanced around the cot trying to find your cover. The only thing beside you in the narrow space was the stretched out body of your Mandalorian, the dim emergency lights catching on his many scars. The smooth patches of skin outlined his form in the dark like lost stars that had come to rest next to you, shimmering over the sleeping warrior with each slow breath.

It was still a little strange to see him so vulnerable, though you had earned the right to see him this way, he usually chose to wear his full beskar even in your presence. However, squashed into the sleeping alcove next to you he was buck-ass naked, and you couldn’t help but stare. Stars above he’s beautiful, even as a dark smudge in the faded light you could see the way he was built. Muscle, and lots of it, laying gracefully under his marred skin. He wasn’t bulky by any means, but he was big. At his full height he was an impressive stack of meat and sinew, but laying on his side he looked like a mountain range, rolling peaks and valleys that called you to climb them.

You let yourself indulge in the sight of him, just for a moment. Battleborne shoulders nestled on either side of a wide, sturdy back that led your eyes down the dip of his spine to the rise of his hips, over their swells, and down to the slopes of his legs. His angled knees sent your eyes right back up, past the tuft of fuzz that hid his groin and over the soft, sweet rolls of his tummy. The breadth of his chest was hidden by his long arms, but their lovingly chiseled curves brought your eyes to his wide, calloused hands.

Maker above those hands. Versatile and strong, hands that fired weapons with lethal accuracy, tossed bounties like bags of garbage and drove blades through bone like it was wet paper. And yet they held you so perfectly, so softly when they wanted to. They sat beautifully anywhere on your body, your hips, your shoulders, your breasts. Perfectly cupped to lay flush with your skin wherever they roamed, and just the right size to lace between your fingers while you slept. Or finger you til you passed out.

Distracted by the sleeping warrior you shivered in the cold air, reminding you that you could lay back down next to the man you’d chosen to walk the stars with as soon as you found your fucking blanket. As you worked yourself off the bed you set a hand on his hip, gliding your fingers through the soft fuzz that dusted his thigh while you snuck out of the cot. He grumbled and twitched from your touch, his own hands fidgeting in his sleep to try to find you.

You scootched off the bed, holding onto his leg for support as you did. Your bare feet hit the floor, and you nearly screamed from the cold of it, oh fuck cold! The icy floor of the ship woke your ass right up and had you doing a stupid dance to escape the frostburn. Ouch ouch ouch! You jazzed your way to the closest locker, grabbing a blanket and a pair of socks and hobbling back over to the bunk. Why don’t I have socks on? Oh, that’s right, hehe.

Yesterday’s events lazed through your mind while you tugged the tubes up your legs, realizing that they weren’t your socks when the heel stretched past your ankle. Sitting on the edge of the bunk you noticed the beskar strewn about the cabin like so many scattered plates. It wasn’t like him to just discard his cultural armor, but you remembered what the hydra’s nectar had done to the both of you, your face going hot at the memory of his face buried in the apex of your thighs, dripping with sweetness.

Idley you ran a palm over your middle, poking yourself in the guts just to be sure. Nope, no stragglers. You pushed your fingers as far into your stomach as you could, relieved and a little surprised to find that you felt no pain. Din had done a fantastic job of ridding you of your…quarries, though you were still a little bummed that you had only managed to capture one. You weren’t sure where it was at now, probably stashed in one of the many mangled lockers with the trophy you had taken from the last hunt, hopefully not growing anything. Hmm, wouldn’t mind taking another ride on that amorous anemone though, truth be told. You chuckled at the thought, the movement of air in your throat making you thirsty, and you headed to the fresher to get something to drink.

Draped in your blanket like a cloak you tip-toed in your stocking feet to the tiny space, squinting your eyes closed before you turned on the light. Dark, slime-covered shapes clogged up the narrow alcove, and you begrudgingly collected the laundry to chuck into the automated cleaner. Something clankered out of the fabric when the clothing hit the drum of the washer, check the pockets, dingus!

Son of a bitch there was a lot of shit in those pockets, from munitions to bacta to petrified teeth, and you started to tick yourself off that you had somehow started doing chores in the middle of the night. I should have just stayed in bed! The fresher sink heaped with junk when you finally had all the pockets cleared and the fabric piled in the scrubber. You punched the cleaners activator, mindlessly watching the clothes spin round and round while you sipped at a cold cup of water.

Frazzled neurons blared the word ‘foundling’ through your head, and you strode through the poorly illuminated space to where the child’s pram hovered on the other side of the cabin. As you went you took a moment to glance up at the distant night sky through the ladder hatch, cursing when you tripped over a piece of tossed beskar. You slid the cradle’s lid open as quietly as you could to see the sleeping prince, curled in a little ball in his father’s cloak. It’s too cold for you to be by yourself, you need to be with your boo-ear.

Out like a light, he didn’t budge when you scooped the heap of fabric into your arms and snuck back over to your bed. You clambered over your sleeping partner and plopped down on your butt, keeping the child in your lap while you adjusted the warm blanket to fit over you and your mate. You tucked Goobs up under your chin and made yourself into the middle spoon, pushing your backside into the hollow of Din’s hips. The mighty warrior hummed fondly against the back of your head as he spooled himself around you. Aaannd… there it is.

You grumbled and reached down to adjust your thighs, settling the pillowy flesh around the stiffy that prodded against your ass. Din huffed and rutted between your legs with a deep sigh, his cock twitching softly against your mound. It’s only natural you’d once told yourself, and it’s not like either of us are going to accomplish anything. Fine, you can bunk with me, mini-mando. You ignored Din’s poker to get the foundling comfy in between your arms and the arms that were wrapped around you like a big warm octopus. Snug as a bug in a rug the baby was, and a gurgling snore made your heart swell. Like father, like son.

A whiskery muzzle snuggled against the back of your head, brushing through your hair and bumping against the shell of your ear. Tiredness tugged at your eyelids, and you were almost back to sleep when the beast between your legs shifted, sliding backwards and forward again to catch uncomfortably in the dip of your mound. Damn it all are you kidding me! You shuffled your hips, dislodging him from the poorly stuck spot to sit like a sausage in a bun between your thighs. There, stay put you big horndog.

Nope, the sleeping mountain humped again, snagging himself in the same spot. You suck. With a groan you stuffed your hand down between your legs and notched the tip of his cock into the slick space it was made for, the heat of it making a delicious shiver work its way up your spine. Din moaned and hugged you closer, rocking himself deeper into your core and mumbling some Mando’a against your hair with another warrior’s snore. You were still decently lubed with yesterday’s happy fun times, and you slid your thighs against each other to roll your coils around the deliciously thick spear you now had sheathed in you.

His warm, velvety length sat perfectly in your hearth, sending plumes of heat spreading through your body. You were nice and toasty now, snuggled under the wooly blanket and squashed between the snorers on either side of your body. Din sighed in his sleep and let himself be still, keeping his cock warm in the blessed heat of your core. You could feel him, not just as the human blanket impression that he was doing wrapped around your body, but also between your legs, the gentle thrum of his heartbeat felt inside and out; and the slow, steady rhythm put you to sleep in seconds.

Thirsty.

Din was thirsty, the dryness in his mouth waking him up from the most wonderful dream. In his nectar-addled mind he was making love to you on some lush, sundrenched world while the setting sun lit up like a halo behind you. Your legs had been thrown over his hips while you rode him, the swell of your pregnant belly sitting heavily on his abdomen. What a sight she is! Maker above truly there can be no other creature as beautiful as her. In his dreamscape his words were distant, but he remembered telling you how much he loves you, how much he will love your younglings, how proud he is to be your husband. He watched awestruck as you crested above him over and over again like a ship breaking the waves, mighty and unyielding as a galleon in a storm.

He didn’t want to wake up from that perfect vision, but the feeling of his tongue sticking to his teeth forced his eyes open. You were pressed so close to his chest he couldn’t tell where he ended and you began, and he carefully slid his hand down your arm to find the foundling nestled against your chest. When did he get in bed? Din didn’t remember you getting up, and he knew he had left the child in his pram right before the ambrosia took control. I must be sleeping heavier than I realize.

Bantha wool brushed against his arms while he let his free hand roam, sliding his rough palm over your soft skin. He made a loop from the sides of your hips, up the curves of your waist, and down your arms to the foundling again; running his thumb over the long green ears of his adopted son and smiling at the gentle coo noise that came from under your chin. How did he get so lucky to have the two most precious creatures in the entire galaxy right there in his arms? He kissed the back of your head, the movement reminding him what had woken him up in the first place, thirsty.

Din carefully started to pull himself upright, only to find himself stuck, and he shuddered at the sensation of discovering what else he had slept through. Brows knit together, he blinked and squinted in the dark down the curve of your spine to where he was buried to the hilt between your legs, wondering if he was still dreaming. How rude of me, hasn’t she had enough of that? Hot embarrassment scalded his cheeks as he tried to work himself out of your silken folds, but the squeeze that you bore down to keep him in place had him biting his lip to keep from moaning out loud. Stars above…

Gently he slid himself out, torn between trying not to wake you and desperately needing to free his wandering cock. Fuck though you were so warm, and wet… wonderfully wet. He’d nearly pulled his length free when you shuffled in your sleep and stuffed your ass back against him, and the groan that broke its way out of his throat couldn’t be suppressed, the heat of it fanning steam against your hair. He bit down hard on his tongue and tugged his cock out, wincing from the quick draw.

Din pressed a chapped kiss to the side of your head and snuck himself out of the sleeping nook you both shared. It was frigid inside the ship, and the cold air that circulated in through the damaged air ducts stung against his flesh. Silent as a lothcat he slinked to the fresher, and the first thing that caught his attention was the sound of the automated cleaning unit spinning round. It had nearly finished its cycle, and he smiled a little sheepishly at the pile of trinkets that heaped out of the sink.

He picked a krayt’s tooth out of the pile, slowly running his thumb over the intricate patterns carved into the opalized bone with a lopsided grin on his face. My riddur. Pushing the rest of the items aside, he carefully turned the faucet and filled a mug. She must have gotten up at some point then. Din sipped quietly at the chilled water, watching the laundry spin round and round in the hazy lights. I wonder why, it’s not like her to wake up in the middle of the night. He giggled to himself in the dark, that woman sleeps through everything, including me.

His brain was slowly coming out of power-saving mode, and the reason for the clothes needing to be washed gooped its way into his frontal lobe. Quarry. A weird mix of emotions sloshed its way through him, first and foremost was rage. Knuckles cracked in his tightening fist, I’ll strangle whoever commissioned that bounty, there was definitely some need-to-know information missing from that fucking puck!

Gross jealousy sizzled behind his eyes at the thought of what that thing did to his wife, followed by a shudder at what it might have done to him. He took another swig, the ice water burning on the way down, at least she’s not hurt. She actually looked like she enjoyed it. A new heat made itself known across his cheeks, what had that looked like before I showed up, I wonder?

His shaft had just started to cease its midnight delinquency, only to perk right back up at the thought of the show he had missed out on. He shook his head and strode over to a mangled locker, finding himself some long johns to pull up and contain himself with. But the thought wouldn’t leave him, that thing had literally fucked you fuller than his wildest dreams. Lust tangled with envy in his chest, between the image of that thing pumping you full and the memory of what it had filled you with he was starting to sweat. But both feelings lost against the ultimate competitor: fear.

What if she’s in pain?

Suddenly fear crept its way to his throat, tasting like bile on the back of his tongue. That was a lot to take in at once, what if that’s why she got up to dig through the pockets, to find some bacta for her sore stomach? The sweat on his brow turned to ice, maybe it wasn’t your stomach that hurt. He cast a glance over to where you still laid with your baby, curled up in a protective ball around him. She would have told me if she was in pain though, right? One thing he knew for sure about you was that you were stubborn, and you usually chose the ‘suck it up’ route over asking for help. Help. I should help! I’m a good helper!

Downing his drink he dug through another cabinet, trying to stay quiet as he did; though probably more so for the foundling than for the bantha he bed with. He found one of the big tubes of bacta salve that he kept for emergencies, forgoing using one of the e-bacta shots he kept for emergency emergencies. Tube in hand, he slid back into bed behind you, carefully bunching the blanket over your side so you wouldn’t get cold. He warmed a big glob of bacta between his palms and slowly massaged it over your tummy, trying not to get it on the blanket or the foundling as his fingers kneaded the soft, supple flesh.

Bacta was a strange marvel of science, and maybe a little bit of magic. With enough of it you could patch a wound or heal a burn, and Din hoped that if he slathered enough of it on it would soak into your guts and fix anything that might be broken. This is mine, and I must protect it. Protect her. You grumbled in your sleep at the sensation of the medicinal salve, but your eyes stayed closed, allowing your riduur to lovingly caress at your precious belly. Never hurts to be cautious.

When he’d finished his administrations he wiped the remaining bacta off on his under-armor, trying to clean the ointment off his fingers before they went numb. Squeezing himself back into place along your spine, he burrowed his nose in your hair and sighed deeply, letting the scent of you fill his lungs. I told you I would bring you the stars, my love, I can bring you bacta as well. His adoration for his lifemate lead his lucid mind back to the dreams he had left, and he curled himself around you and the foundling as he drifted back to sleep.

“Electrical?”

“Up and running, seventy-eight percent capacity.”

A frosty morning had greeted you in the bottom of the glacial basin you were still stuck in, though hopefully not for much longer. Ship repairs had been finished to the best of both your abilities, and you were scurrying from task to task, helping Mando make the final prep checks before you hobbled your way off of fabulous vacation destination: Hoth. You had woken up that day feeling like a fat, lazy lothcat all curled up on your bunk, comfy and warm in a pile of bantha wool.

“Comms?”

“Operational, for now. Might lose those when we break the stratosphere, though.”

A mug of hot, watery caff had been waiting for you in the nervous hands of your re-armored riddur, and you’d drank it like you’d been stranded in the desert for days. He’d watched you eagerly, those honeywell depths of his full of curiosity and reverence, never leaving your form until you’d emptied your mug. Din had offered you another, and three more times you drank it down. Thirsty.

“Cabin pressure?”

“Holding!”

Still covered in the bacta you had been slathered in while you slept, you’d finally gotten to do the repairs on the ship’s exterior like you had planned to. The foundling was left on the flight deck, and you would wave to him through the transparisteel while you were on the roof. The pair of you gave it everything you had to piece the broken bird back together, but you had been right in your assumptions that an actual mechanic would be needed to suture the gashes that still twisted the iron flesh of the Razor Crest. Hyperdrive was too much of a risk to take in such a condition, and you would be holed up in the crowded cockpit until you were able to limp your way to the nearest station.

“Navigation?”

“Functional, sorta…”

“Radar?”

“Hot garbage.”

Everything you didn’t want to lose to the vacuum of space had to be moved into the upper deck. Weapons and quarries and all the amenities that made space travel bearable had to be crammed into the auxiliary space between the flight deck and the fuselage access door, leaving very little room for the living creatures that called the Razor home.

“What’s our offensive capabilities?”

“Zilch, unless you wanna roll down a window and we can shoot at whatever comes our way.”

“Fucking fantastic.”

This would be dangerous. Your forecanons were mangled, curling upwards like a pair of tusks from the mechanical beast. The blackmarket blaster cannons would probably need to be replaced, though the last dredges of your credits would have to go towards the ship itself.

“Foundling?”

“Snacking! Want a biscuit? They’re double chocolate.”

“...Yeah. Thank you cyare.”

Din stuffed the cookie in his mouth and pulled his helmet back down, signaling the start of the launch sequence. Your checklist was complete, and you made to buckle yourself and the foundling down to enjoy your pile of trip snacks when a heavily armored paw caught your arm. “How are you? You haven’t said anything about… the encounter.”

You shrugged, truth be told you were fine, though you weren’t sure if your ‘encounter’ had left you numb or if it was the ridiculous amount of bacta you had been drenched in while you slept; but either way you were just dandy. If anyone was still reeling from the events in the creeping reef, it was him.

“I’m alright, fussbucket. Really!” You curled your lips with a sneer, “Wanna open the thermos? Take a sniff?”

“No! Keep that damn thing locked up, if anything just so it doesn’t dry out. When we turn that fucking puck in I’m going to strangle whoever commissioned it…” Rage quaked his shoulders, but he shook the fury off, bringing his attention back to you. “Do you need more bacta?”

“No I do not need any more bacta! I feel like a damn stifling I’m so slimy. Do we even have any left over?” He gave a half-assed shrug, and you added bacta salves to your mental grocery list. His gloved hands fidgeted against his armrests, and you reached out to squeeze one. “How about you, are you alright?”

“Fine.” came a curt reply, quick and decisive and obviously a lie. ‘Fine’ was a four-letter-word as far as you were concerned, but it would have to do for now. You could discuss whatever was bugging him more in depth when your ship wasn’t threatening to fly apart at the seams and you were off of this frozen hell-hole.

“If you say so.” You tugged his hand to you and gave it a long, strong kiss. He pulled your hand back to him almost too quickly, knocking your knuckles against the brow of his helmet. A foolish tug of war ensued, both of you trying to keep the other’s hand for themselves. Neither of you won the battle, opting to just lace your fingers in the space between the two chairs and let your hands hang together. He was motionless besides the gentle roll of his thumb over your knuckles, and the tension in the air gave you the feeling he wanted to say something, but a final squeeze was given before he returned to the steering controls. Later.

“Alright, starting engine sequence.” Rocketeer extraordinaire, your Mandalorian fired up the old ship, carefully taking her through her paces. “Routing power to main ion accelerators… now.” The turbines that jutted out from the ship’s sides sputtered and roared, backfiring so loudly that chunks of ice fell from above and crashed into the window. Mando cursed under his breath and eased off the accelerator, flipping a handful of switches and gently pushing the joystick forward again. The engines spooled back up, barking out a few more explosions in protest before they were chugging away.

“Yeah that’s not terrifying or anything.” You held your hands over the foundlings ears, trying to protect his sails from the noise. The child was happily distracted by the crumbly snack he was working on, and glanced up at you with eyes too big for his head. Out the window you could see one of the offending engines, sparks splashing out over the patch job the two of you had made. “Come on baby girl, you can do it! Booger, help me out.” You held your hands out in front of you and waggled your fingers at the engine, and the foundling did his best to copy you without dropping his snackies.

Your combined sparkle fingers must have worked, because a final -kErPlOw- rocked the boat to her core before she was lifting off from the ground. As dainty as a cement mixer full of bricks she rose through the cerulean cathedral, shaking snow and ice from her iron mane. The Mandalorian’s grip on the steering controls creaked when she tilted to one side, listing unevenly while he tried to level her out. Slowly she ascended, and soon the -KaRunCh!- of the frozen ceiling hitting the roof echoed threateningly in the cabin. Just a bit more…

The breach fell away beneath you, a dark, jagged stain on an otherwise pristine sheet that blazed with the fading sunset. The ice plains of Hoth spiraled away until you were in the clouds, crystals freezing on the window as you started to break through the atmosphere. The Crest rebelled, shuddering and creaking as she bullied her way through. Over the roar of the engines you could hear the sound of your heartbeat, galloping like a fathier while you clutched the foundling to your chest. He didn’t give a royal fuck, and you wondered just how much bullshit he’d gone through before you met.

The shuddering stopped when you broke the exosphere, and you watched the secretive ice planet glide out of view. Ideally you would have flown to an on-world shipyard to get repairs, but aside from the ‘friends’ you’d made, there was no sentient life left on the forsaken snowball. The Empire had seen to that. Your star maps indicated that there was an outpost near the system’s rim, but traveling under the speed of light meant you would be on the proverbial road for almost a cycle. At least you had good company.

Sorta. The foundling was a riot, and the two of you sat on the floor and played with the little silver ball that usually screwed onto one of the levers, rolling it back and forth trying to score ‘goals’ against the other; and you were losing by a landslide. Your pilot on the other hand was dead quiet, focused intently on getting to the station. It was just as dangerous not to be in hyperspace as it was to be, though for entirely different reasons. The streaking stars could rip you to pieces if you got your math wrong, but taking a leisurely stroll through the void could make you an easy target for roving outlaws.

The foundling grew bored of the ball game eventually and wandered over to his papa, who pulled the silly creature into his lap to look out at the unmoving stars. The child went right for the flashy buttons on the dash, earning himself a weak scolding and unfortunately inventing himself a new game: bug dad! So many buttons, so many choices! What does this one do? How ‘bout this one? Oooooh, levers! Tiny green paws raised hell from his perfect perch until the metal monolith sighed and hugged the baby tight, making the tiny terror gibber grumpily at his living prison.

“That’s enough, womp rat, we don’t need to crash a second time.” Though he was trying to be stern, Mando couldn’t help but bounce the baby on his knee, making the child giggle sweetly. You glanced quickly at the star maps before joining your crew, noting the distance you had put between here and Hoth and how much further you had to go. There were a few orbits you would have to pass through before you got to the station, and you made a mental note of a planet that seemed to mark the halfway point of your journey.

You joined your boys at the front of the flight deck, lazily draping your arms over your oathsworn’s shoulders and patting the baby on the head. Din leaned his helmet into the crook of your neck while you tried to teach the foundling how to play patty-cake. “Ok hands up, lemme see your- there we go. Hold your paws up like this...” You clapped your hands together and slowly patted the child’s palms in turn, “Say, say oh play-mate, come out and play with me…”

Beans gibbered and laughed, though he wasn’t able to follow along very well, but as long as he was having fun then so were you. You finished a round and grabbed Din’s gloved mitts, holding on to his wrists and making him play with the baby too. He huffed against you, but your ears had long since learned to tell the difference between a disgruntled huff and a contented sigh.

A handful of road trip games ensued until the child yawned, and the two adults yawned with him. Din passed the baby off to you, insisting that he take the first watch and that he would wake you when you were closer to the planet that marked the half-way point.

Snuggled up with the foundling you had yourself a catnap, though more to pass the time than to actually rest. You were dreaming about a parade of Ewoks in funny hats when you felt something tug on your leg. Opening sleep-crusted eyes you squinted at the visor that was in your line of sight and grumbled, “Are we there yet?”

A warm laugh rumbled his beskar, “No, but there’s something I want you to see. Look.” He cocked his head towards the front window, and you followed his gaze to see the jaw dropping view spread out against the transparisteel. You had traveled space for many moons, seen countless wonders that many a spacer had written odes to, but the ships you sailed on rarely got so close to a gas giant as big as this.

It was massive, clouds the color of a raging wildfire swirling over its surface, a fireball of reds and golds that overtook the starry backdrop it hung against in a blaze of glory. A broad splotch of crimson smeared over the atmosphere’s surface, a storm the size of a hundred worlds. Though the celestial sphere was a beauty on it’s own, its crowning jewel was the expansive ring that curled around it. Thousands of miles wide, the glittering bands of ice and nebular material shimmered in the distant light of the star that the planet orbited, and only got brighter as your ship glided closer.

Your captain brought the old gunship in smoothly until the belted disk was directly beneath you, and at this range the rings spread out to infinity on either side of the window from the radiant planet to the void of space; chunks of quartz and silica flashing like flames with the reflection of the gas giant as they disappeared under your keel.

The faint whirring of the ship’s innards didn’t do the scene justice, though her engines seemed to be tuned to a specific note that started a symphony between your ears that soon grew an entire orchestra for your thoughts alone. The rings of the world before you would serve as the staff that the notes rested on for your celestial song, and you let your own mind be the maestro to lead it.

A swell of strings, clear and mellow would rise to the occasion, lifted by a deep harmony of bass. Bows slide over the strings of oaken cellos, low, slow and strong, their notes as rich as gold. Like an outstretched hand their swells beckon a viola to dance. High and fast, beating like a hummingbird's heart. One two three, one two, one two three, one two. Step, slide, spin, throw! The notes become a ballet, the viola pirouettes, leaping from the arms of her cello she soars! Cosmic wings unfurled like solar sails she climbs, higher and higher, her flight sending a meteor shower down to fall on a brassy percussion that serenades the stars.

A minor chord summons the viola back to grace the stage, and she bows before the major key returns victorious. A woodwind competes with the melody, a challenge of fire and ice, knives of frost and bolts of lightning. A rise like a comet burning through the atmosphere fills the astral amphitheater as the polyphonic harmony blends into one single sound. A crescendo blooms the symphony away into the depths of space, and it fades from your thoughts to herald the planet’s dawn to the unending corners of the Universe, pouring like molten gold.

Magnificent.

Spellbound by the music that never met your ears, you were almost startled to feel a gloved hand settle on your arm; careful not to disturb the foundling that you still cradled. You peeled your eyes away from the window to meet with the tilted visor of your companion, giving him a sheepish little smile when you realized he had been watching you. With one hand still on the steering he brushed the backs of his knuckles against the skin of your arm, and you adjusted the sleepy green baby to let one of your hands find your husband’s.

Din tugged gently on your hand and bid you to him until you were seated across his lap in the way you sometimes rested together. Leaning your head against his beskar, you cuddled the foundling and watched the enormous span of rings flow under you. Din only needed one hand to drive, the other wrapped protectively around your back to hug you tight. There was no reason for him to be this close to the planet’s rings, you realized, he had chosen to bring the ship in, just for you to see.

Or maybe just to see you see.

“Thank you.” You whispered against the armor where his ear should be, pressing a kiss to the cool metal as you did. “It’s beautiful.”

“Not as beautiful as you, mesh’la.”

You’d left your own beskar by your seat, so there was no chime when you knocked your brow against the side of his beskar, but he rumbled against you anyway. With a flick of his wrist he angled the Crest through a thin patch in the ring, flipping the disk over your head. The artificial gravity in the ship was the only source of relativity in the vastness of space, and the change in position gave you a slight sense of vertigo now that you appeared to be flying upside down. The Mandalorian could probably thread the old ship through the rings more adventurously if the busted bird was in better shape, but for now just a few dips would do.

The ship breached back up through the rings once more like a durasteel whale, sailing towards the black smear where the planet blocked the closest starlight from reaching the disk. The shadow of the sphere draped over the rings ahead of you, a blanket of night on an otherwise glaring garter of galactic glitter. Your ship coasted into the umbral shadow, making the daylight side of the planet fade into a sliver of light, eclipsing the stars with a ring of fire. The darkness made the belt nearly invisible, but the stars above glittered brighter than ever against the backdrop of the void.

You’d nearly cleared the dark side when something else glittering caught your eye. Against the black, starless space where the planet was something shimmered.

Something metallic.

From out of the celestial giant’s shadow a wide-winged ship soared out of the umbral cast, the distant starlight shining brightly on its copper-colored hide. A sleek aerofoil, long and flat like a manta ray with a wide receiving port on its bow coasted towards you, casting its own shadow over the planet’s rings. The grip on your back tightened, and a low growl reverberated through the iron underneath you. You’ve got company.

A red light began flashing on the comms panel, announcing that you were being hailed. “The fuck do they want?” You stood up from your armored seat and made to hit the open frequencies button when an armored paw stopped you.

“What are you doing? We have enough to deal with.” His voice was level and cold, commanding like a captain’s should be, and the rasp of it almost made you want to be complicit at his orders. He wasn’t wrong though, you had no guns and barely a ship to sail in, the last thing you needed to do right now was make friends.

You glared at the blank radar screen, giving it a bit of percussive maintenance until the nearby ship flashed to life on the green and yellow field. “Hunk of junk! So what, we're just going to ignore them?” A single stiff nod was your only reply, but the comms light kept flashing away. If they were in distress then they were shit out of luck, because fuck, so were you.

The blinker on the dash was joined by another, more ominous blare: enemy targeting systems locked on. “Shit balls of hell, Din, they’re going to shoot us! Fucking answer them!”

He slammed down on his only option, the busted communications transmitter sputtering to life with a maliciously friendly voice. “Greetings and salutations! You lost, friend? Nobody comes ‘round these parts, especially at such a leisurely pace as you! Don’tcha know how dangerous it is through this system? We’d be happy to… escort you out of the area...”

“No, thank you.” Din barked into the microphone, “We have everything under control.”

“Oh do ya now? I reckon’ by the looks o’ that hackjob holdin’ yer fuselage together I’d say you were in quite a pickle. Haven’t you heard there’s pirates in this neck o’ the woods?”

Pirates. Of course there’s pirates. Your armored companion growled low in his throat, the timbre of it making the hair on the back of your neck stand on end. These spacers were threatening his crew, and to him and his Creed that was an act of war. He cleared the venom from his throat before opening the receiver again. “We can handle it, please go about your business.”

The copper ray’s propulsion engines flared as it drifted closer to your ship until it was nearly on top of her, drifting along just behind your stern and casting shadows over your wings. Big. The Crest was nothing to scoff at, but the monstrosity that floated over top of your little old lady could swallow her alive.

It just might.

The voice on the other end chuckled darkly. “Ah but my friend that’s where you’re mistaken, y’see, helping others is our business! And business is boomin’!”

-CruNcHa-krUnCH!-

The rancorous words were articulated with the destruction of something striking your already damaged wings. From the jagged maw on the front of the ray a pair of vicious grapples had coiled around the stinted wings of the Crest, sinking their teeth into her wounded flesh. The old girl lurched when the lines were pulled taut, the screams of twisted durasteel echoing loudly behind the blast doors that protected you from the vacuum of space. Mando swore, “Fucking pirates! As if there isn’t enough bullshit going on-”

You cut him off with a hand on his shoulder. “Let me take the comms, I might be able to negotiate something.”

“I’ve heard your negotiating, I don’t think that’ll help us right-”

“Just let me try? We don’t have much in the way of options.”

For a moment he was still as a statue, then he gave the faintest nod. “Alright.”

You cleared your throat and took a long, deep breath, switching into your best communications mode. “This is the co-captain speaking, We have nothing of value on this ship or anything that would be of use to-”

“Now, listen ‘ere, missy, I know bounty hunter sigils when I see them. Hand over your quarries and your credits and maybe we won’t clip your wings!”

“As previously stated we are not carrying anything of value, including quarries. We were engaged in a skirmish planetside that rendered our ship unfit for hunting. Release our ship and we will exit your domain posthaste.” Ugh, I hate using this voice.

The pirate was silent for a time, then a slow, malicious laugh rumbled through the comms.

“Then I guess we’re taking your weapons as consolation! Prepare to be boarded, bilgerat!”

Fucksake is it that obvious?! Auxiliary jets fired on the grapple’s edges, adding power to the winch aboard the rayship, and the Razor was dragged backwards against the pull of her engines. The wounded bird sputtered and died from the strain, giving up the ghost as the cutthroats hauled her towards the open hangar. You watched as a bluish field slipped over the rounded window, the edge of a magcon field that protected the maw. Your ship wasn’t just being boarded, it was being captured.

The Crest was swallowed whole by the assailing ship, and in a few more seconds your ship was dropped unceremoniously to the floor when the artificial gravity kicked on inside the hanger you now found yourselves in. More screeching metal told you that some of your patchwork had been ripped back open in the hold below. Well fuck, there goes our motherfucking repairs.

“Damn it!” Mando roared, “I thought you said you could negotiate?!”

“I did my fucking best, ok?! I didn’t see you coming up with anything better!” Ahead of you the jaws of the hangar snapped closed, trapping your ship inside the belly of the beast. You scurried back to your seat, grabbing your armor and your guns. “If it’s a fight they want, then it’s a fight they’ll get! We can handle Imps and poachers, I think we can handle some motherfucking pirates, don’t you?” Your armored companion nodded sharply, rising from his seat and drawing his blasters; slamming a fresh cartridge into each one.

“I don’t care how many there are, they’re not getting you or our foundling.” His growl made you shudder, and a nagging thought in the back of your head wondered if you would ever get used to how scary he was sometimes. Mandalorians were drop-dead lethal, and this hunk of metal was no different. Good thing he’s on your side. He snapped his wrist, making an array of lights pop out of a conical prong that jutted off of the vambrace. “I have spoken.”

“Cool.” Beskar slid over your face, replacing your vicious grin with Mandalorian steel. You made to hide the foundling in his pram when something on Mando’s belt caught your eye.

Something red.

Something flashing.

Fast.

You tore his cloak out of the way to yank the flashing bounty fob off of his belt. This is what you get for not checking your pucks! It wasn’t often that quarries just delivered themselves to you, but at least that meant you might save yourselves some fucking fuel. You dug through his pouch to get the accompanying puck, but before you could find out exactly who aboard this copper coated colossus you were hunting, the light on the comms panel flashed again, this time with a secondary light: incoming holo.

Mando slammed down on the receiver, making an image flicker to life where only a voice had once transmitted. A tiny ghost arose from the dashboard, showing the image of a tall, overly dressed Togruta woman. She very much looked the part of ‘space pirate’ in her complicated overcoat that stretched past her knees and the bandanas tied around her montrals and lekku. She was crisscrossed in holsters and belts that were straining under the weight of all the armaments she carried, from blasters to vibros and everything in between. Show off.

Her voice was clear now that your fucked-up transmitters were in such conveniently close range. “Hello hunters, put down your-”

“You listen here,” Din snarled, his teeth biting down on his venomous words. “You’ve made a big mistake, capturing my ship, putting my family in danger-”

Aww he said family. You peeked around your bristling oathsworn to brandish a pistol at the miniature maiden that was making demands of you, but your phantasmal orchestra started to ring the bells of familiarity between your ears. Din was still going off like a Nexu firing his verbal barbs, and it took several good shoves to move him out of the way so you could get a better look at your host.

Though the blue light of the holoprojector gave her a monochrome appearance, her lavender skin and tall swirled montrals were still clearly visible. She smiled arrogantly at your tilted armor, making her sharp fangs glitter like polished pearls and rolling her cheeks right up into her sapphire eyes. It can't be…

You slid your armor to the top of your head, bunching your brows at the tiny, noble-birthed face until they were nearly dancing off of your forehead.

"Alewyn?”

The pirate princess cocked her head, and the whites of her facial markings went wide around her pedigree eyes. “No fucking way!” Her melodic voice chimed with a laugh, “Hunter! Long time no see! What in Maker’s mishaps are you doin' out here?"

"I could ask you the same fuckin’ thing! Hey don't shoot me I'm comin' out!" You could hear Alewyn yelling at her crew to stand down as she hung up on you, and you stood with hands on your hips and a big stupid grin on your face. "How the fuck…"

Behind you Mando was staring at you with that black hole gaze of his, his visor tilted with confusion. "Friend of yours?"

You nodded "You could fuckin' say that!" You scooped up the foundling and patted your partner on the shoulder, trying to be reassuring. It took him a few good breaths to clear the adrenaline from his veins, though his shoulders still jutted wide like he was ready to tackle the entire galaxy to defend his clan. Another twist of his wrist had the little explosives on his vambrace tucking themselves away, and he watched you disappear down the ladder first before following suit.

The Crest's ramp chuggered as it opened, sticking halfway down and forcing you to jump off of it to escape. Your boots hit the hangar floor, putting you in front of almost a dozen of the most ragtag looking bunch of scoundrels you'd ever seen. They were a myriad of species, from Twi'leks to humans and even a Gungan for fucks sake, but what struck you as oddest of all was that they were all ladies. Ferociously armed to the teeth, the gaggle of gals murmured amongst themselves before a loud, commanding voice soared over their heads.

"Move aside you bunch’a blaggards! Lemme greet my guests…” The crowd parted, allowing the newcomer to saunter between them. Long, lavender-swirled montrals waggled on top of the well-dressed and well-armed lady who was making her grand entrance, and you couldn’t help but stare. She walked with an undeniable air of nobility that couldn’t be hidden even by her swashbuckling swagger, the strength of her bloodline showing through even at her most roguish. She swung her arms wide as she rushed you, “Hunter! It is you! Can’t get enough’a me can you?”

"Alewyn! If you wanted to see me again you could have just called!" You took her wild-armed hug with gusto, ignoring the many pokes of the blades you both carried. Stars above, of all the strangers in the galaxy you’d run headfirst into the one and only Princess Alewyn of Shimi, the Togruta woman who you had let escape your bounty so many moons ago. Freeing her had sullied your reputation with the Guild and put a hefty price on your head that had led the most fearsome bounty hunter in the parsec to your doorstep, and eventually into your heart. You had a lot to thank her for, but for both your safeties it was best that you never saw each other again. Yet here she was, decked out in blasters and blades, surrounded by a wild pack of pirates that she no doubt led as their captain. Good for her.

She squeezed you tight, making the child that you had tucked under your arm grunt in protest. The captain stood back from you to get a look at the creature you carried.

"What in blue blazes’s that thing? It’s cute!” She reached out and ran her thumbs over the child's long green ears and pinched his chubby face, making him fuss and bat his tiny paws at her. “Aw I’m sorry pumpkin, I didn’t mean to upset you! My baby girl is so rough’n tumble I forget little’uns are s’posed’ta be soft. She’d love’ta play with you though!”

That’s right! The last time you had seen Alewyn she was defending her swollen belly, ready to shoot you dead if you tried to stop her egress. Your big mean bounty hunter heart couldn’t take the idea of a mother not being able to raise her youngling, and you’d given up your own ship so she could escape. How time flies.

“Alewyn, this is my boy.” You covered his ears, “He’s adopted.” The princess snickered at the obviousness of your statement, but the mirth quickly left her face at the sound of armored thunder dropping down off of the ramp behind you. Her lovely eyes did their best to hide the terror on her face as the Mandalorian you traveled with sauntered up behind you. “And this,” you made a grand gesture of waving at the mountain of living beskar, “Is my partner. Life partner.” You grabbed his hand and threaded your fingers through his, making his helmet tilt just slightly on an otherwise stiff stance.

“Well a’ll be damned, you’ve been busy! But I guess... so have I!” The captain threw her hands in the air, and the crew around her cheered. “Alright you lot! Show’s over, we’ll not be rescuing anything other than these two guttersnipes from that ship.” The fem fatales groaned and roared, laughing and shouting in a multitude of galactic obscenities as they wandered away.

You cocked a hip, jutting your baby out on one side and stabbing your hand to the other with an air of indignation. “Rescuing? You nearly tore our wings off! What kind of rescue operation are you running here?”

Alewyn laughed, bright and chipper. “Let’s just say all bounties aren’t warranted, I should know! Come on, I want you to meet my wife and daughter and the rest of my crew. I can tell you more over some spicewine. Welcome aboard the Sunskate!” She stuck her hand out to you, tugging on you so hard you almost keeled over. You cast a wayward smile over your shoulder at your husband as you were led over the hangar floor to one of the corridors that branched off of the open space. He sighed and looked back forlornly the busted body of the Crest before dutifully following along.

A multitude of crewmates scurried around you as you made your way through the ship on the arm of the pirate princess, listening to her tell you all about her travels. “-and then my dad said ‘Wynnie you disgrace this family with the company you keep! You will marry the duke and stop this nonsense’ blah blah blah.” She made talking motions with her hand, bobbling her montrals with sassy head tilts. “And I said fuck you dad! I’m in love and nothin’s gonna keep us apart!’ Course daddy wasn’t gonna have none’o that, sending fuckin’ hunters after his own daughter.” The sting in her voice was obvious on that last word, anger and pain enunciating her words. “But you know what they say, love conquers all, yeah?”

“Yeah!” You squeezed the foundling under your arm, bringing him in range of a kiss. The sound of armored footfalls echoed behind you, your oathsworn keeping a polite distance. The winding corridors of the Sunskate flowed more organically than anything built on Corellia, and eventually they led you to a recreational space where more of the pirate crew were talking and eating. At the center of the group was another Togruta, this one a gradient from navy blue to bright sunshine yellow. On her knee a tiny cotton-candy colored baby nibbled on the woman’s lekkus, adding fresh marks to her already scarred tendrils.

The infant noticed your approach first, throwing her chubby arms up in the air and flashing her razor sharp teeth in a smile a mile wide. Alewyn let go of your captured hand and strode to the pair. “There’s my girls! Fae have you been trying to eat mama’s lekku again?” Alewyn bent and picked up her daughter, peppering the gibbering baby with kisses before leaning down to kiss the other woman. “Hello kitten, need me to kiss those, make them better?”

“Wynnie you flirt!” The sunrise Torgruta laughed into the kiss that was being pressed to her lips. “Can you be professional for one second?”

“Would you love me if I was?” The princess chided, brushing her palm down the swell of the other woman’s lekku until she had the chewed-up tip of it in her hand. “Fay-fay has done quite a number on these!” She pressed a kiss to the marked skin before turning back around to face you and your own crew. “Lilah, you’re not gonna believe who we picked up! It’s the hunter, the hunter! The one that spared me from carbonite back way back when.”

Lilah stood and reached for your hand, clasping your elbow as she shook it. “Well blow me down, I never thought I’d get a chance t’thank you for what you did.” The handshake slid flawlessly into a brash hug, the air squashed from your lungs in the process. “Thank you for giving me my Alewyn back, her father didn’t exactly approve’a us.” She patted you on the back and held you out at arms length. “I don’t s’ppose you got a name now do ya, hunter?”

“My name is Tra’laar!” You beamed, flexing the sound of your gifted name against new ears. At that Mando placed a hand on your shoulder, giving it a gentle pat before falling back down to his side. Lilah’s emerald eyes flickered between your face and the armored man standing at your side, then down to the baby that you carried in your arms.

“Well, Tra’laar, you gonna introduce those two?”

You knocked a knuckle against the beskar of your partner “Oh sure, this is-” Uh…

“Mando.” Din filled in the blank for you, sequestering his true name to be known by his clan alone. He stepped forward and gave a stiff, respectful handshake that made Lilah’s montrals whip with the strength of it. She laughed heartily at his uptight demeanor.

“So, we got Tra’laar and Mando, who’s’s lil’ guy? What’s’s name?” She gently took your foundling from you, and the change in the electricity in the air was palpable. At your side your oathsworn was bristling defensively under his armor, fighting the urge to pull his child away from the stranger you so easily trusted with your precious cargo. You ignored Mr. Scary to ponder the question you had just been asked.

His name...?

HiS nAmE?!?!

Oh fuckadoodledoo! What a question! Nobody in your crew got called their own name that often, from cyare to tinman to Beans the Crest was full of fondly fabricated titles. You’d just accepted it, using what Din called him: the foundling, the child, womp rat sometimes. You usually went for more adoring choices, beans and goobs and booger, but the child never had a real name.

How?! How does this child not have a fucking name?!

The gears in your head spun out of control, you can’t tell these women that your baby's name is Booger! Shit fuck fuck fuck!! Uuuuuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhh…

You stared at the child, meeting his nebulous eyes with your own distressed gaze. He tilted and blinked at you as though he could hear the machinations in your head melting together with the friction of them grinding to a halt. Your thoughts went wild, the musicians in your mind dropping their instruments and tripping over their own feet, crashing cymbals and tooting horns in cacophony of confusion.

Green Beans… Goober… Booger...Grooboog… Groobeans... Grooberoo... Grober Gro…

“Grogu.” You didn’t break eye contact with the child, watching as his cosmic orbs lit up like fireworks. “This is our son, Grogu.”

Fucking Maker are you kidding me?! Grogu?! What kind of-

“Patu!” The green terror shrieked in delight, drawing the attention of everyone in the room. He churruped and flailed in the wide blue palms of the Togruta woman that held him until she was passing him back off to you. He wiggled like a womp rat in a trap, flashing his tiny toothy grin at you while he wildly patted at your cheeks.

“I’m so sorry, that’s a terrible name.” You whispered to him alone, but he took your whole face in his arms and squeezed, giving you little baby kisses that made your heart flood with warmth. The baby didn’t usually do kisses, that was supposed to be your job. “Do you like that or something? Grogu?” The foundling kissed your nose and butt his forehead against your own,the most sacred show of love known to his clan, his family, and suddenly it just clicked.

Grogu.

You pulled the child to your chest, hugging him tight while you looked at your partner. He was motionless as always, a silver statue catching the fluorescent lights of the wardroom on his many plates. His visor tilted slowly, so imperceptibly slowly that only the light sliding over the black gloss of his singular eye gave away the movement at all. In that moment everything faded away. No more pirates, no more Alewyn and Lilah and pointy-fanged Fae, or their band of misfits. Even the Sunskate disappeared into the background noise of the universe. Nothing else existed except for you, your Mandalorian, and the foundling.

“Grogu?”

The name rasped out of the modulator with gravelly relevance, tentative and soft. Sailcloth ears perked up at hearing his papa repeat the ridiculous name you had bestowed, followed by a pair of fat grabby baby paws reaching towards the metal mountain. The potato sack of a child was passed again, this time into the armored embrace of his father where he could patta-patta on the indents of his cheeks.

“Grogu…” Mando spoke it again, lowering his brow to meet with the baby’s. Seeing the pair of them so close together in that moment almost made you melt into the floor, and you sighed heavily before turning back to your hosts, recomposing yourself.

“Yep, them’s my boys. Mando and... Grogu.” You puffed yourself up, trying your fucking damndest to stay dignified. Alewyn snickered again, sweet and trilling as she leaned over to Lilah.

“He’s adopted.” She whispered, making the other woman giggle as well.

“Good to know, I was starting t’wonder how Mando kept ‘is ears hidden under that helmet’a his.” Her laugh was warm and rich like aged whisky, reverberating around the rec-room. “Welp, you kids wanna stay for dinner?”

You thought back to the ruined ship that you’d left back in the hangar, not going anywhere any time soon. “Yeah dinner sounds great, thanks.” You followed the pair of pirates to where the rest of the crewmates had gathered, preparing to take supper. Mouthwatering scents wafted from the galley while you made friends with the rest of the wild women, getting to know them between the uproars they frequently broke out into. They were rough, undisciplined, and unbelievably vulgar, and you loved every second of it. Though you had a family now, you never really had a people after you left your sailor life behind, but if you did, they would look just like this.

When dinner was served you nearly drooled on yourself, but you forwent eating to feed your son, opting to eat with your partner later. A bottle of spicewine was opened by your rambunctious hosts, and a tall goblet was filled for you more than once, so at least you weren’t insulting them by not accepting any of their offerings. Grogu ate heartily, and in between his bites you spoonfed little Fae who sat in her mama’s lap at the dinner table. Alewyn razzed you several times about not eating her chef's hard-cooked meal, and you slugged her playfully each time.

“So whut, he don’t take that thing’off? How’s’at work?” She said with a mouth full of food, swirling her fork in the air.

“We make it work.” You scolded, and she shrugged.

“Is’e cute?”

Next to you Mando went stiff as a board, and you snorted a laugh, trying to hide your smile with a spoon. He gawked at you behind the visor, thankful that it hid his embarrassment so well.

“Yeah he’s cute, I think so, anyway.” You poked at his armor with your spoon, earning yourself a trademark huff. He didn’t say much for the remainder of the dinner, though your conversations with the runaway royal got progressively more invasive until you could feel the heat coming out from under his beskar.

“Is he human?” Yes

“Does he have a nice ass?” Well obviously, look at it.

“Is’e good in bed?” Fucksake.

“DOES THE HELMET STAY ON?!” Alewyn!!

Lilah scraped her plate directly into her mouth and slammed it back down on the table. “Wynnie leave’em be! Look how fuckin’ red her face is, can’t you tell you’re embarrassing her?” She laughed and shook her head, pouring herself another full glass. “Since yer not gonna eat then you better entertain. Tell me, hunters, do either’a’ya know any songs?”

“Do I- do I know any songs?!” You sputtered, thankful for the rescue but feeling just as indignant. Jumping up from your seat made you wobble a bit from the wine. “Do you know The Ballad of Transport Eighteen?”

Lilah nearly cackled, raising a glass and clearing her throat, “We were thirty-eight crewmen on Transport Eighteen-”

You joined in: “The hour was late and the talk was obscene!”

The towering Togruta stood up, one boot on her chair and one boot on the damn table, and you followed suit, singing the old sailor ditty in unison and waving your wine through the air.

“When the raiders streaked down and their bright lasers cut, some twenty-odd holes through her steel-plated gut!”

The noise the two of you made was absurd, and a handful of other cutthroats joined in with their own ragged voices. By the time you were to the second verse the walls of the Sunskate were ringing with your songs. When you’d finished Ballad, another pirate stood and started up a shanty that you didn’t know, and you did a silly little dance that you were finally getting to learn a new song or two.

Most of the ladies had songs of their own, but after several rounds you were so shitfaced on spicewine that you couldn’t remember them if you tried. But what you could do, at least what the wine told you that you could do, was dance! You swung Grogu around in your arms, kicking your feet and prancing around the room with the rest of the swashbucklers. A bug-eyed Rodian whipped out an instrument that resembled an accordion, pumping out an upbeat ditty that had the whole room stomping. Lilah took Grogu in her arms, holding him next to Fae while you danced with Alewyn, the two of you knocking elbows and spinning one way and then the other, laughing like schoolgirls the whole way.

The shanty slowed way down, letting some of the gals catch their breath or get another swig of ale. You took your son and the Togrutan youngling in your arms so that the captain could dance with her wife. With a babe under each arm you swayed over to your partner, who had only been tapping his foot along to the beat. You dipped Grogu to him, then Fae, swaying in time with the music. Mando brushed a gloved palm over his son's wrinkly little head when it came back to him, tilting his helmet softly.

Fae yawned and rubbed her emerald eyes, and Grogu followed suit. You danced over to where a padded bucket seat was, setting the two younglings down so they could rest and you could free your hands. Sauntering back to your tinman, you took his hands in yours and pulled.

“Mando dance with me.”

He stayed firmly in his seat, “I.. I don’t know how.”

“Pff, neither do I, bucket boy. Just.. just get up here!” You yanked again, and this time he allowed you to pull him along. You held his hands and did your own dance, using him like a mannequin to hold one of his hands up in the air and spin underneath it. He barely moved, too nervous to show any softness in such company. The slow dance started to near its completion, and you moved one of Din’s hands to your waist, lacing your fingers between the other and leaning in close to his audio intake. “Hey, remember that ‘courtship ritual’ you tried on me the other day?”

Heat radiated out from the beskar you were pressed against, any hotter and you could cook an egg on it. “Y-yeah…”

A catty smile crept over your face, “Think you can do it again? I’ll say when.” He was still for a moment, then nodded faintly. You waltzed around him slowly in time with the music, doing the dancing for the both of you until the final stanza was being played. Pressing yourself as close to his body as you could so you would only have to whisper, you met his visor with your own gaze. “...now!”

The arm on your waist went tight, and the one holding your hand twirled you around until you were parallel to the floor, earning a slew of cheers and whistles from the schnockered swashbucklers. You’d known the dip was coming, but your face flushed beet red anyway, and you fought the urge to knock his helmet off and kiss him right then and there. He seemed to feel the same longing, his breath catching in his modulator above you and making his chest heave. You could just imagine it, the feel of his plush lips against yours, the heat of his kiss on your face and the softest touch of his tongue making its way past your teeth to find your own.

“Later.” He whispered, slowly spinning you back up to your feet. Blushing, you nodded, only now realizing that the music had stopped before you were standing back upright. Many eyes on you made your face burn until it was nearly melting off your skull, and you sheepishly looked to your hosts. The Togrutas were sitting back down, though Alewyn was using Lilah as a chair and playing with her lekku.

“You two make quite a sight.” The captain purred, crossing her boots on the table. “Maybe you should get a room!” She shouted with a laugh that had the rest of the crew in an uproar. Inside you wanted to shrink away until you didn’t exist anymore, but brashness and vulgarity came more naturally to you than cowardice.

“We would, but somebody totalled my ship! I’m lookin’ at you two tangle-heads.” You glowered at them with a cocky grin. Alewyn’s chiming laugh coupled neatly with Lilah's oaken bass, perfectly in tune together. The pirate princess twirled the end of her wife’s lekku between her fingers and fixed you with a playful glare.

“Yeah yeah sorry ‘bout that. We can give ya a lift’ta Elgon Station since it’s conveniently on the way. We’re makin’ our way to Thrask to drop that’un off.” Alewyn jabbed a thumb back over her shoulder at a short, pinkish frog woman who had been hiding back in the corner. Between her knees sat a large tankard filled with orangish orbs. The dainty woman croaked with surprise at being noticed finally, hugging her container a bit closer. “Can’t get in’ta hyperspace with that jug’o eggs she’s got there. They’ll pop.”

The ovatious reminder of your last hunt wormed a shiver up your spine, but you shook it off to throw your host a nod. “Thanks, Alewyn, ‘preciate it.” Your host hopped up from her lavish throne, slowly letting her wife’s lekku fall from her hand as she sauntered to you. She reached for your hand and pulled you along behind her, asking you to walk with her through the Sunskate's corridors. Eventually you passed through a bulkhead to the flight deck of her ship, the transparisteel showing nothing but stars as far as the eye could see. A radar screen near the navigation panel blinked with a lazy yellow light, showing the location of Elgon Station where only void met your naked eye.

“Hunter, I wanted to talk to you in private.” Her voice was level, and all traces of her raunchy, spacefaring, swashbuckling accent evaporated, and you were once again talking to the Queen-in-Waiting of Shimi. She didn’t meet your eyes, her sapphire globes flitting between the stars ahead while she locked her elbow to yours. “Remember when we met? I was pregnant with Fae, on the run, just… just trying to get back to my Lilah…” Her voice trailed off at the memory. You nodded, but allowed her to continue without interruption. “If it wasn’t for you I wouldn’t be standing here right now. Doing exactly what I want to do with my life. I wasn’t cut out for nobility, no matter how badly daddy wanted me to be his perfect little princess, I just wasn’t. He never did take that well.”

She forced a laugh, patting your forearm with her other hand to compose her thoughts. “First and foremost I wanted to tell you thank you,” She turned to meet your eyes with the jewels that sat in her orbits, their vibrancy shining with more stars than there were out the window. “Since that day we’ve been living on the edge, just like I always dreamed of! Taking out hunter ships, sorry about that, by the way, and rescuing their quarries. That fucking Guild of your’s is indiscriminate. Princesses, pirates, popes for fuck’s sake I’m sure.” Her eyes rolled at her own joke. “Not all of them deserve to be carted off in carbonite. I certainly didn’t.”

She took herself off of your elbow and held both of your hands, asking you to face her directly. “Hunt- Tra’laar,” There was an edge of seriousness to her words now, sharp as a dagger with her noble voice. “If you ever want to stop working for those quacta-kissing skuglords, you give me a call, ok? You’re always welcome back aboard my ship. Could use a good pair of asskickers, and your baby boy too, of course.”

The smile on the lavender lady’s face could melt Hoth with its warmth, and you let her pull you in for another hug. “You’re welcome, Alewyn, and thank you for the offer.” You hummed against the side of her montral where an ear might be, though you couldn’t be sure. “I’ll… I’ll consider it.”

“Fair enough.” She stepped back from you, holding you at arms length so you couldn’t escape her eyes.

“Alewyn, were you on the comms? When you roped our ship?” She nodded. “How… how did you know?”

Her head tilted. “Know what?”

“That… that I was a bilgerat.” You spat the word out like it was poison, but the captain only laughed.

“Half of my crew were bilgies at some point, you get an ear for it after a while. Nobody else uses the word posthaste besides those that were raised as boat-brats.” You rolled your eyes at her, relieved and a little offended that she had clocked you so well. She saw your half-hidden embarrassment and decided to dig a little deeper, a wry smile tugging at the corners of her lips. “Is he good to you?”

Her question caught you off guard, making your brows fly high and your cheeks flush. “Y-yeah, he’s good to me. There’s a lot more to him than meets the eye, y’know.”

“Oh yeah? Like what?”

“Like… he’s sweet. And caring. And he loves that boy of ours, he’d die for either one of us, nearly has once or twice. Fuck me sideways you’re nosy!”

Her lilting laugh was bright as a fresh spring day, and just as sunny. “Just checking! You wouldn’t believe some of the stories those women have told. Don’t even get me started on that Gungan! She’s deadly, if you catch my drift.” She said with a wink and a laugh, though you weren’t sure if you did. “But seriously, if he treats you wrong you tell me and I’ll gut him like a fish!”

“I can handle myself, Wynnie!”

“I know that! Just looking out for you is all. I’m glad we ran into each other again, and I’m glad to see you doing so well for yourself.”

“Right back atcha, Captain.”

“Come on, we better get back to our spouses before Lilah challenges your Mando to a fight, she’s dastardly! I love her so much, and our daughter Fayfay. Pair’a lucky ladies, ain’t we?” Her spacer accent returned, coarse and arrogant as ever while she jabbed you in the side with her elbow.

“Unquestionably.” She started to walk back towards the door you had come in from, but you stopped her, grabbing her hand. “Wait. I have something for you.” From your pockets you dug out the blinking fob and puck, stuffing them into Alewyn’s purple palms and closing your fingers over her fists. “Not all bounties are warranted.”

Stars shimmered in her noble eyes the same way they had the first time you’d met, glittering softly when she nodded and pocketed the hunter tools in one of her many secret compartments. You’d never know who the puck was meant for, and you didn’t care.

The captain's frock coat swished against the side of your leg as the two of you walked back to where you had left your crews. Contrary to what she had predicted, the crewmates that weren’t passed out on the floor seemed to be engaged in some kind of discussion, circled around Lilah and Mando in the center. You couldn’t see much over the heads of the many miscreants, but you caught the wave of a sheathed vibroblade in the blue palms of the co-captain’s hands. Mando was listening to whatever it was that she was saying intently, leaning forward as not to miss a single word.

When they noticed the approach of their wives, Lilah smacked your tinman and cut the conversation short, but not before she flashed him a wink and a grin. She stood and pocketed the knife, “There they are! We were startin’ta think you’d gotten lost.” She made an exaggerated gesture of yawning and stretching. “Whelp it’s gettin’ late, since you two ain’t goin’ anywhere any time soon, why don’t you two getcher selves comfortable. We got space.”

You grabbed the plates of cold food from the table and made to follow her when you remembered your foundling. He was still curled up in the padded seat with the Togrutan youngling, though even in her sleep Fae was trying to nibble his ears. You rescued his ear from her relentless biting, but he looked so comfortable that you were reluctant to move him. Alewyn stood beside you and brushed her hand over her daughter’s montral buds, “Let them sleep, they’re safe here.”

Mando loomed over you, and you could feel the reluctance coming off of him without him uttering a single word. You turned and flashed him a look, somewhere between a glare and a plea. “Let’s go eat dinner, then we can come back for him, sound good?” His slight nod was almost nonexistent, but it was good enough for you, and you followed your host to one of the many extra quarters that the Sunskate boasted.

You waved a thank you to the departing co-captain, ignoring the lecherous wink that she gave you before walking into the modest suite. The room was small, though not cramped, and it even had a little porthole for you to look out of, fancy! Instead of beds there was a broad hammock hanging in the corner, heaped with blankets and quilts; an unusual choice in space but welcome nonetheless. The Togrutans made sure that any of their ‘rescues’ would be comfortable, though you were curious as to how both of you would get in the hammock. But first, dinner.

A small table and singular chair wouldn’t be enough for the two of you, so you plopped down on the floor and beckoned your partner to you. He glanced around the room, suspicious as always, then closed the door and carefully dropped to the floor behind you. You dug in, shoveling much-needed sustenance into your gob, but your partner remained still. You turned to him with a mouthful of food, “You gonna eat?”

“There might be cameras, or people watching. I can’t-”

“Fuckin’ bucket, hang on.” With a groan you set your plate back on the floor and wobbled over on your knees to the hammock, tugging one of the blankets off of it and accidentally pulling down the entire stack. Picking what you guessed was the biggest you fluffed it in the air and draped it over his head, giggling as you snuck underneath your blanket fort with him. “How’zat?”

Hissing latches answered you, and the offending beskar fell away to reveal the handsome man that had remained hidden from you for so long. “Thank you, cyar’ika.” Dinner was obliterated in a matter of minutes, but once you’d both finished you stayed under the covers with him, just to enjoy seeing his face in the low light. Scooting around to his front, you brushed the side of your face against his, feeling the stubble on your skin. He hummed and nuzzled against you, bringing his hands up to cup your jaw and slide you over for a much-awaited kiss.

He tasted like dinner, but the scent of him was strong, and the combination of flavors and smells made you giggle a bit. Din’s lips were soft against yours, gentle and tender and a little ticklish from his facial hair. Arms wrapped around you and hauled you up into his lap, making you gasp faintly into his unbroken kiss. Seated on his lap side saddle, you kissed him with vigor, only now aware of the twinge of jealousy you had felt at the two lekku-laden-ladies getting to kiss each other whenever they wished. Speaking of…

“So, what were you and Lilah talkin’ bout?” you asked directly into his mouth. A sharp little inhale hinted that maybe you’d caught wind of something secret.

“She was just giving me some… uh… suggestions.” Even in the dark of the pillow fort you could see heat rising to his face. Like a knife you dug in deeper.

“Ohoho? What kind of suggestions?”

A boyish smile tugged on the edges of his lips, and his eyes went a little darker. “Why don’t you let me show you instead?” Warm lips were pressed to yours again, longer and deeper with every kiss. You were only marginally aware of the change in your position, slowly being lowered onto your back while his tongue pushed its way to yours; licking into your mouth. Soon you were laying down fully with him over top of you, caging you in with his metal plated arms. You felt him shuffle, then an ungloved hand snaked its way to your shirt, tugging it up over your head and taking your mask with it.

A strong hand kneaded at the pillowy flesh of your breast, letting the weight of it fill his palm. Warm fingertips pinched at your nipple, rolling the sensitive bud gently til it pebbled between his callouses. The sensation pooled heat in your belly and tightened in your guts, but this wasn’t anything new. Appreciated, for sure, all of his touches were, though you couldn’t help but wonder if this was what was suggested. His kisses continued in tandem with his fingers, building with intensity until his teeth were biting at your lower lip and tongue, catching the sensitive skin in his sharp bite.

Hot breath fanned against your neck as he tilted his head to chase along the edge of your jaw, letting the bone’s curve lead him to the soft spot under your ear. He wrapped his lips around your earlobe, and the nick of sharp teeth coupling with the steam in your ear made your eyes flutter and roll. You tried to kiss at his neck, wanting to repay the favor, but the teeth on your ear snarled and sank into the meat of your pulse point, making you cry out against him. Biting turned to sucking, his fervent kisses pulling the tender skin up and leaving blooming welts to mark you as his.

His hand left your breast and disappeared from your body, but you were too busy worrying about having your throat ripped out by the man who had you pinned. Of course he wouldn’t hurt you, but the flight instinct was still there, making your heart try to pound out of its cage when those sharp canines bore down on your larynx. Without taking his vicious teeth from your neck, he started digging at your belt, and you let your body relax since you knew what was next.

The hand came back up, forcing a needy groan out of your captured throat from his teasing, but your eyes snapped wide when you felt cold metal on your skin. Din released your throat and met your eyes with his half-hooded honeywells, bearing his teeth to you in a wolfish grin. “Cyare…” he purred with a lust laden drawl. “Tell me to stop, and I’ll stop, but I want to… try something.” You weren’t looking at him though, you were looking at the blade that he had drawn, the edge of it pressing into the side of your neck.

“Um… ok… I trust you.” Eyes wide with fear and stuck fast to the knife you watched him move it down your chest over your sternum. “Do not cut my clothes off.” You scolded, and he hummed a deep, dark laugh. The blade coasted over your belly, your belt line, and then sat right at the top of your mound, sending adrenaline burning through your veins. What the hell?

Leaning back from you, Din rocked up to his haunches and traced the sharp edge of the vibro over where your slit pushed against the duraweave, and you furrowed your brows at him trying to decipher just what the fuck he was up to. Please don’t stab me in the snatch. From your belt he tugged the empty leather sheath off and slipped it over the knife, then holding it by the blade end he flipped on the thrummer, making the vibroblade come alive in his hand.

“Are you ready, cyar’ika?”

Shrugging, “Yes? I still don’t- ooo-ooo-ooh-hhhh~!” Your entire body tensed up when he pressed the vibrating hilt to your crotch, using his whole body to keep your knees from snapping together. The muscles in your abdomen convulsed, forcing your hips to cant upwards with each shaky spasm. “F-f-f-fuuck! Th-th-hat’s n-n-ne-ew-ew-w!” You stuttered through clenched teeth like you’d been shot with a pulse rifle, but this was a thousand times more pleasurable. Even through the thick fabric of your pants the strength of the vibrations felt raw, untethered. Hands dug like claws into the blanket’s edge, knees squeezing at armored shoulders, eyes screwed shut. The intensity was overwhelming, and your bootheels scootched out from under you when you tried to find your footing, squirming on the floor like an electrified worm.

The knife was pulled away from you and its vibrator silenced, and you were instantly torn between happy to catch a break and desperate for its return. With blurred vision you squinted at him in the low light, panting and shaking. He had used no effort whatsoever to coax you so close to climax, and the pride of it was obvious across his face.

“Do you want me to stop?”

Bared teeth and a snarl was all you could muster, and you stabbed your thumbs down to your belt, trying to pull your remaining clothes off. Din grabbed you by the hem and yanked, nearly ripping your pants off to expose you to him. The salacious humming started again, and you stuck your tongue out between your teeth in a wry grin that was obliterated in seconds when the pommel found your clit. High pitched cries broke their way out of your throat as the Mandalorian softly rubbed his fun new toy around the pearl of nerves that quickly spun you to a frenzy. Every muscle in your body went tighter than a guitar string, making your back arch and quiver until Din was pushing a palm to your sternum, holding you down against the floor. Aside from keeping you in place he exerted barely any effort, meanwhile you were being flung into hyperspace, trying not to lose your mind.

Molten lava burned in your veins and your tightened muscles, an eruption building quicker than you knew how to stop, and the fire of it nearly burned you alive when it combusted. Knees jerked and claws scratched when you came, and through the feverhaze of it you were almost aware of your scream. You squirmed in his grasp, the singing dagger playing its song with your own vocal cords, unable to stop coming. Hot slick coated your thighs, drenched them, flooded them, fuck! Blinded by your ecstasy you wailed, crying and straining, begging him to stop. Only when the knife left your swollen, engorged clit did you notice the tears in your eyes, pooling in their corners and streaking down your cheeks.

You threaded your hands through your own hair, trying to force yourself back down out of hyperspace. A question was posed to you that you didn’t hear, one that was repeated a second time. “Are you ok?”

“Fuuuuuuuck...” Was all you could come up with. You felt him shuffle between your legs, and you jerked when his hands found your drenched cunt. Warm, villainous laughter oozed against your ears.

“That’s a good girl, coming so hard for me. Did you like that?” Breathless, you nodded. “Hmmm… I wonder if you can do that again.” His fingers slid up your sopping wet pussy, soon joined by the vorpal blade and making you choke on the air in your throat. Long, calloused fingers pumped in and out of you, digging at the sweet spot he had so expertly learned to find, working in tandem with the vibro that was spinning you right back up faster than you could think. “Come on, come on my hands, ner riddur, give me all you- oh!” You sucked air between your teeth in a silent scream and bore down on his fingers with bone-breaking strength to squirt a hot splash of cum all over his hand and wrist. “Holy shit.”

“Th-that’s not u-usually what… what someone w-wants… t-to hear after th-they come…” You let your legs drop to the sides, letting you get a glance at the man between your legs. He looked mystified, staring at his hand and wrist and vambrace with some kind of mix between arousal and reverence. He licked a broad stripe up his wrist and palm, taking each of his fingers in his mouth one at a time to lick them clean. You sneered at him, “Dirty boy.”

He pulled the last of his soaked fingers out of his mouth with a pop!, glaring at you with hooded eyes that swirled with desire. “Dirty? I’ll give you dirty, cyar’ika. Flip over.”

“Make me.”

Din growled and wrapped his arms around your boneless form, flipping you effortlessly on to your knees. He stuffed his own legs under your hips, keeping you up off the floor that you so desperately wanted to melt back down onto. He freed himself in short order, giving himself a couple of warm up tugs before he was thrusting his length into you; but rather than fuck you stupid he just let himself fill your folds as if he was warming his cock.

You were about to give him hell when you heard the -wrrrrrrrrr- of the vibro again, and suddenly you didn’t need him to move for you to be pleasured. The wet, slick pommel tapped against your clit, and every muscle in your gut snapped tight, curling you nearly into a ball. Behind you you could hear him hiss through clenched teeth, and the little spasms from his thighs told you that he was enjoying the toy as well. Again you were sling-shot to your climax faster than you could process it happening, making you clamp down on his thick, girthy length and forcing a choked moan from the Mandalorian that was lost so deep inside you.

He fell forward against the curve of your back, trying to roll up in a ball as well, but you were conveniently in the way. The cold of his beskar stung against the arch of your spine, but the heat coming off of you warmed it right up. Hot breath puffed against the back of your neck, followed by the nick of sharp teeth and the drag of a flattened tongue. He slid a hand up between your breasts to your collarbone and he fell backwards to his haunches again, making you straddle his legs with him still buried in your heat. You were squished as tightly to his chest as he could get you, and the knife’s blunt end was pressed again to where you were joined together.

Little thrusts were all he could manage in the throws of the vibrators strength, as if you could do any better, squirming and thrashing on the spear that split you while the vibro tore another climax from you. If your eyes had been open you would have gotten to see yourself come, the glistening splash flying out from where the hilt met your swollen bud and coursing hot down Din’s shaft and balls til it was dripping onto the floor. You mewled against the side of his scruffy jaw, feeling the tears spring to your eyes from the overstimulation; but thankfully it didn’t last too much longer. He gasped and growled in your ear, pressing the vibro against the marriage of your slick lips and his throbbing cock, and a handful of short, desperate thrusts were all he needed to drop over the edge of ecstasy with you; adding his own cum to the growing pool between your knees.

The vibro was dropped, rattling on the floor until you bent down and grabbed it, flipping the switch and silencing its song. Ragged panting filled the tiny space of the blanket fort, yours high and shaky, his deep and growling like a wild animal. You reached back and found him, tangling your fingers through his soft curls, digging into them so his face was pressed against yours. Bristles tickled your skin with each breath, followed by sloppy, needy kisses. His lip dragged against your skin, whispering praises in your ear and sneakily trying to eat you alive. Teeth nipped at your cheek, then down your jaw, finding the spot that he had started with and sinking them into your tender flesh a second time. A third. Fourth.

“Din p-please!” You begged, your voice going higher and whinier than you had intended, but he ignored you, lost in the wellspring of desire that he called his wife. He licked a broad stripe up from the crook of your shoulder to the bottom of your ear.

“I like it when you beg.” He bit down and sucked, turning your throat into a red and purple patchwork of his territorial markings. “You sound so pretty. So needy.” His cock throbbed between your legs, refusing to soften just yet, forcing another hot gush of your mixed cum to flood down your thighs. A broad hand snaked its way to your tormented throat, squeezing ever so gently but still making you gasp. “I want you to beg every time I breed you.” His armored embrace constricted around your ribs and throat, making you choke on the air you so desperately needed. He forced his cock in just a little deeper before pulling his length out, making the head of it bob against your engorged cunt and sending shivers through every inch of your body.

You were gently lowered from his arms, flopping on the floor like a glob of useless jelly. The Mandalorian laid down on top of you, slowly returning to his loving, doting self. He kissed at the welts he had put on your neck, each one a delicious combination of pain and pleasure. Dark, lust-soaked eyes became soft and doelike again, watching your heaving form with adoration under lifted brows. He kissed your lips tenderly, plush and promising, gentle as a rose petal and just as sweet.

“Are you alright? I’m sorry if that was a little rough…”

You shook your head, feeling your brains slosh around in your skull, drowning in dopamine. “What? That wasn’t rough, I’ve seen you rough, but that was… different.” A little pouty face told you that might not have been the best word to pick, so you tried again. “That was amazing, but maybe we should invest in an actual toy instead of using the same tools we use for work.” That got you an excited nod and a dazzling smile. Realization dawned on you, “Is that what Lilah suggested?!” His magnificent smile went sheepish under bright red cheeks, and a slow nod made the curls on his head bounce. “We should hang out with them more often...”

The Mandalorian laughed, kissed you deeply once more, and pulled his helmet back on, allowing the two of you to get back out from under the blanket fort. You readjusted your clothes and armor, making yourself presentable, then strode over to the door to go find your foundling. The bulkhead door lugged open, and you swore you saw something, or someone, dashing down the hallway. Was someone eavesdropping!?

You didn’t see anyone until you got to the rec-room where you had left your child. Grogu and Fae were still curled up in the padded seat, but the seat itself had been scootched closer to where the Torgrutas had fallen asleep in their chair. You stepped over the handful of pirates that had passed out on the floor until you could get to your foundling. He gibbered at you, and you tucked him under your arm, jumping slightly when you caught the glint of green eyes.

Lilah watched you drowsily, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips, and the ice froze in your veins at how well she had read you. She winked and hugged her Alewyn closer, burying her face in the other woman's lekku and letting you escape ungoaded.

The ship was quiet all the way back to your room, and you tucked back into the little suite with your foundling in hand. He had woken up during the walk and chirruped at you sleepily, cooing softly when he saw his papa as well. “Fucksake...You know what I need? A shower! You want a rinse, Grogu?” He chittered at the sound of his goofyass name, and you held him up to your nose, tickling him your sniffs. “Hm… Nope, you’re good. Stay here and keep papa company, won't cha?” Grogu chirped with what you decided was a ‘yes, buir’, and you set him down in the hammock. “What about you, tinman? Shower?”

Din was seated in the little chair, cleaning the stains from his armor, stains you had made. “No thank you, I’d like to keep my armor on while we’re here.” You shrugged, since you were used to his strange rituals by now, and strode into the fresher room to find something you hadn’t seen in a long fucking time.

A mirror.

In the fresher stood a formidable figure, though definitely one that needed a fresh change of clothes. There were no mirrors on the Crest due to some kind of mando mumbo jumbo, though you guessed if you spent all your life in the same outfit you really wouldn’t need to know what it looked like every day. You leaned on the modest sink to inspect the bags under your eyes and pick at something on the side of your nose, the tilt of your armored crown catching the light and drawing your eyes. The beskar slid around its pivots until it covered your face, and you stared at the warrior before you.

Maker above, is that what I look like? No wonder that merchant had fled from you so quickly, the sight of your armored visage was terrifying, just as ferocious as the bonafide Mandalorian you traveled with. You tilted your head and jutted your chin, trying to intimidate your own reflection as if that was difficult. The foggy vanity lights streaked like quicksilver over the beskar and the black gloss of your visor, catching faintly on the embossed mudhorn on your brow. You reached a hand up to brush over the raised emblem, feeling it with your fingers and watching how the light moved over its curves.

You were just reaching the tip of the animal’s horn when your doppelganger was joined by another armored hunter. Standing behind the woman in the mirror was a large, broad shouldered Mandalorian, his own visor rising a whole head above hers. He towered above her, tilting his helmet slightly while he rested his palms on her waist. The yellow tipped gloves coasted down her sides to her hips and pulled her backwards, and you could no longer ignore that the show you were watching was your own reality.

“Hello, mesh’la.” Din pressed his chestplate to your back and wrapped his arms around you, holding you tightly to his armored chest. Though he had gotten his armor cleaned he still smelled like sex, sweat and sweetness; the mix of your bodies pooling together like your arousals had pooled on the floor. He tucked the edge of his helmet against the side of your neck, and you turned enough to chime your beskar softly against his. The ironsong rang clear and true over a rumbling hum.

“Hiya bucket boy.” You set one of your palms on where his were overlapped on your middle, bringing the other one up to hold the indent of his cheek. He leaned his weight on your back, rocking with you slightly.

“How did you come up with that name, Grogu?”

“I’m… I’m not really sure.” That wasn’t a lie, though it felt like it was. “I’m sorry, I know It’s terrible, we can change-”

“No, it’s perfect. Did you see his face when you said it?” You nodded softly, thankful for the beskar that covered your shyness. “He likes it, that’s what matters.” His gloved hands brushed over the fabric of your tunic, wrapping one around your waist and crossing the other between your breasts like a seatbelt. “You make a very good buir. I’m proud to call you my mate.”

Your face stung against the cold of your faceplate, flushing with heat at his term of endearment. “Aww you like me.” You whispered with just a touch of sass, blushing at his adoration. The hand on your middle slid lovingly over your tummy before moving up your chest with more direction. In the mirror you watched your reflection as she was attended to by the man behind her. His gloved hands came up to her mask and lifted it gently away, setting it down on the counter. It was hard to break your own eye contact, but those yellow tips of his gloves were so much more fun to watch.

Din brushed the back of his hand down your cheek, setting his fingertips on the bottom of your chin before dragging them down the expanse of your bruised neck. For a moment you thought he was aiming for your breasts, but instead his palms came to rest on your shoulders. His own armor plated shoulders stuck wide out past yours nearly by the entire width of his arms, dwarfing you with their size. You were just about to ask him what he was up to when you felt his thumbs dig into the meat of your back, making you groan whorishly at the sensation.

“Does that feel good?” You could barely nod, letting the circles his thumbs were making do the work for you. The feeling of him working the knots out of your shoulders hurt so good, and you let your eyes close while he massaged your back. His wide hands captured the muscles in your back with ease, diligently kneading the residual tension away. He pushed the pads of his thumbs closer to your spine, and you heard the crack-crack-crack of your vertebrae popping with each honed squeeze.

You had to lean on the counter for support, though your Mandalorian wouldn’t let you fall no matter what. Din’s hands followed the path of your spine, rolling strong circles into the aching muscles and putting extra pressure on each rib joint to get them to pop. His fingers hugged the bottom of your rib cage once he’d made it that far down, keeping you in place as he slid his circles down to the top of your pelvis. The pressure on your sacrum had you arching your back into his hands, more or less accidentally pressing your ass into his groin. He pushed back, but maybe more to keep you steady then to be suggestive.

Deft hands glided back up your spine, and you flickered your eyes back open to see the pair of you in the mirror. Heat returned to your gut at the sight of the massive mountain of metal standing behind your bent figure, pressing his hips tightly to yours. You bit your lip and smiled at him in the mirror, watching the way his visor cocked at the look you were giving him. “You seem to be very good at picking up new tricks, tinman.”

He shrugged, “I just want to take care of you.” What an understatement that was. You and the foundling were his everything, there wasn’t a single thing in the entire universe that mattered more than the two of you. You were his wife, his riddur, the living culmination of all his dreams and desires strutting around like you owned the place; and he was honored to be asked to stand in your presence. “Can I get you anything?”

“Hm…” Poking your head into the shower you inspected the soap that was provided, giving it a tentative sniff. It smelled like a girl, flowery and pretty and not at all what you were expecting from a literal pirate ship. It wasn’t for you. “Don’t happen to have any of our soap on you, do ya?” He shook his helmeted head, and you batted your lashes at him with a pleading pout. “Pwease would you get me some of our soap? Please… oh please?” You begged him sarcastically, reveling in the way his shoulder puffed up while you exploited his kink. His cape billowed behind him he spun around so fast, dashing out of the fresher and the room without another word. Laughing, you turned on the shower, letting it heat up a bit before you got in.

The curving hallways of the Sunskate were quiet and dark, save for the few gravediggers that ambled through the corridors, sipping at their piping hot caff. Soon the hangar doors parted, and he felt a wave of sadness at the sight of his ship. The old dropper had been through so much, but at least she was still kicking. As he got closer he noticed a few tools scattered around the area and a fresh, silvery patch job that had been added to the side of her hull. Somebody has been busy. He ghosted a hand along a welding scar, it wasn’t enough to get her starborne, but it would keep her from dissolving into a heap of scrap metal when you reached the station.

He would have to find out more later, for now he was on a mission: soap! Climbing up the half-hanging ramp he strode to the ladder, hauling himself up to where all of your utilities were stashed. You had packed like you were on the run, shoveling shit in wherever it would fit, and Din was cursing to himself at the mess he was sifting through. While he was at it he grabbed you some fresh clothes, filling up a little satchel with goodies for his lovely, can’t-pack-worth-a-shit wifey-poo.

The smell of fresher soap caught his nose, and he dug down into a deep crate, looking for his objective. He pulled a rifle out, a bundle of towels, an electric kettle, the smell growing stronger the deeper he got. A severed tusk was tossed aside, then a full thermos.

-sloshCLAck!-

Din stopped his search at the noise, clack? He picked up the impromptu quarry capture device and shook it carefully. -slosh-clack-slosh-clack-

That was very much not the noise it had made when he had filled it, distinctly remembering the sound of a metallic plonk instead. Heebie-jeebies prickled under his many layers, and morbid curiosity drove him to place his hand on the lid. No! What if it’s alive? He set the canister down and fished a knife from his belt, holding it in his pinkie while he unscrewed the lid. Heart in his throat and breath held firm he opened the jar, pointing the end of his blade at the syrupy goop that sloshed around, ready to stab anything to death should it try to jump him.

Nothing moved.

He swirled the container, watching the holographic slime shimmer on top of the large purple pod that had sunk to the bottom, and he heard the metallic noise again. Running out of air, he carefully poked his blade into the pool of nectar, nudging the seedpod out of the way to reveal something sitting underneath. Using the vibro’s tip he scraped the curio up out of the goop, slamming the lid back on the jar the moment he had whatever it was in his hand.

The deep breath he took filled his lungs with the residual essence of the hydra’s perfume, sending fresh blood to his spent cock. Focus, Djarin. Glistening in his palm was the tiniest microchip, about the size of a grape and roughly the same shape. On one side it had a set of tiny legs with little grips on their tips, designed so that it would stay in place wherever it was at. Had this been what the bounty was for? Maybe it wasn’t the pods at all, maybe it was this thing. Though what was it doing all the way down at the bottom of a cave?

He bumped it with the tip of his knife, getting it to stand on its feet and making the rainbow sludge slowly reveal the item in its entirety; and suddenly he had more questions than answers.

Blood turned to ice in his veins, freezing him solid. There, in the light coming off of his helmet, proudly stamped on the top of the device, was an emblem. It was a circle with a gear in the center, sort of shaped like a snowflake with a second gear hollowed out in the middle. It wasn’t popular any more, but Din had seen it many times in his life, most recently when Moff Gideon tried, and failed, to take his son away from him.

But the first time he had seen it had been burned into his memory for decades. Emblazoned on the sides of gunships and walking tanks that rained decimation on to his adopted homeworld, purging all life from Mandalore and turning the wartorn planet’s surface into a sea of glass.

It was the mark of the ones who had tried to hurt the child.

It was the mark of the ones who had decimated his clan.

It was the mark of the people who would destroy entire planets just to assert their dominion over the citizens they subjugated.

It was the mark of the Empire.

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Birthday boy

Pairing: Steven Adler x fem!reader

Info: Smut [oral (female and male receiving), fingering, female masturbation], fluff, birthday celebrations; 5929 words

A/N: Time to celebrate this angel’s birthday! Happy birthday to the beautiful Steven Adler, aka popcorn and ray of sunshine! He’s an inspiration to so many of us and I hope he’s having an amazing day, wherever he is.

The room was pitch dark when Y/N woke up, only one or two days of sunshine managing to slip through the closed blinds. Steven snored loudly beside her, still deep in his sleep, with his arms around her waist and his forehead pressed against her upper back. He was burning hot against her, like always, and even warmer where his morning wood pressed between her ass cheeks, an occurrence she was no strange to.

For a few minutes, Y/N remained laying down, simply letting the calm around her lull her back to a state between sleep and being awake, until her brain worked for long enough to remind her what day it was.

January 22nd. Steven's birthday.

The acknowledgment sent a wide smile to her lips, and as carefully as she could, Y/N turned in Steven's loose grip, now facing him. His pink lips were pursued in a little pout, his face peaceful, though it would occasionally twitch the slightest, fruition, most likely, of a dream.

Whenever he was awake, Steven could hardly rest. High on cocaine or not, he always had plenty of energy, and while it was one of the things Y/N loved about him, she also treasured every minute she found him peaceful. It was a sight that warmed her heart, to watch him simply stop for a moment and be a bit calmer, and thankfully she got to see it each morning.

As much as she loved it, however, it was a special occasion, and even though she knew how much Steven loved sleeping in, she also knew how much he would love being woken up the way she planned.

His hard-on was firmly pressed against her thigh, teasingly close to her core, and with her plan in mind, she scooted her hips just slightly back giving her hand room enough to sneak between their bodies and wrap around him.

Her touch was loose, barely-there, feather-like, just the way that always had Steven squirming against her and faint whined leaving his pretty pink lips. It didn't fail her this time, and soon enough his sleeping figure was shifting around, lazily rolling on his back while his hips rolled up the slightest bit, chasing a stronger touch.

Y/N's lips were curled into a sweet smile as she watched a small, needy frown slowly creep it’s way up to his face, first deepening his pout and then making his brows furrow, his head lolling lazily on his pillow.

Y/N pulled her hand back for a few seconds, licking up her palm and then returning it to Steven's raging hard-on, its warmth burning under Y/N's slightly cold fingertips, and her touch became firmer, wrapping firstly around the base and doing a smooth movement all the way up, twisting just slightly at the tip and watching the precum create a small stain in their white bedsheets.

Steven’s body twisted back to its original spot, facing her, and his hips began moving at their own accord, his unconscious brain craving the release. Low whines were slipping through his parted lips and to an outsider he might have seemed that Steven was slowly waking up, but Y/N knew better. It took him more than that to wake up from his dreamful sleep, and she was going to give it to him, in due time.

“Babe...” Steven's voice slipped out in the silent room, so low and small that Y/N barely heard it.

It wasn't a rare occurrence for Steven to talk in his sleep, but Y/N still found it adorable each time it happened. Most times he didn’t make any sense but in others, he could actually hold a conversation, albeit a weird one.

“It feels good...” His whine came again, and he almost rolled on his belly, trying to hump her hand, but a soothing hand in his waist stopped him.

“I know, baby, I know.” Y/N kept her tone low and smooth, not wanting to jolt him awake, and carefully leaned a bit closer, pressing a delicate kiss to his lips, promptly starting a trail done the sensitive skin of his neck, over his collarbones, down his chest, and stomach, and stopping a bit around his hips, beginning to leave gentle nips and bites that had his waist moving faster towards her.

His dick throbbed in her hand, the vein on the underside pulsing almost violently against her thumb as she stroked it, and he got even harder if it was possible, the closer her mouth got. She was peppering kisses over the blonde, curly hair she found around his dick, harsh under her lips but somewhat smooth as well, and definitely familiar and welcoming.

Her kisses continued to venture further down, over the crease of his thigh and then over his crotch, making a line to his balls. There, his hips jerked up violently, and Y/N was afraid he might have woken up sooner than she wished, but a quick glance up told her he was still resting.

She continued with her trail of kisses, the taste of him on her lips a bit bittersweet but still one of her favorites in the world. His skin burned against her as she began kissing the underside of his dick, softly and steadily making her way further up until she was tasting the precum with the occasional peak of her tongue against him.

She held back her moans at the taste as she wrapped her lips around him, giving a quick, delicate suck, before she was sliding down, taking him into her warm, wet mouth. In his sleeping state, Steven let out a wanton moan, rolling on his back once more and thrusting up more violently than Y/N was expecting him to, making her gag around him and spit dribble down the corners of her mouth.

She did her best to be as quiet as she could, quickly steadying her breath and maintaining a slow rhythm, not pushing too deep so she wouldn't gag herself, but still deep enough that Steven could feel her throat close around the tip. She knew he could feel it because each time she lowered her mouth he would thrust up slightly, whining in his sleep.

His head began to roll around a bit faster, full of sleep and lust as he pushed his mouth against it, nuzzling it, muffling his sounds like he so often did while awake. His arms too began to move around, clenching the sheets in his hand and then letting go, his legs too occasionally shifting.

Aided by a night-lasting hard on and the gentleness of her movements, Steven's balls were already drawing dangerously up to his body. He was highly sensitive in the mornings, and Y/N was fully aware of that as she continued her job, with one of her hands moving to carefully yet precisely tug at his balls, while the other began to stroke the soft skin of his inner thigh.

She softly scratched her nails down his skin, the action getting firmer and stronger the closer she felt him get to his high, high-fiving herself internally at being able to pull her plan off with amazing perfection.

Steven's whines were turning into loud yet soft moans, and Y/N glanced up the exact minute his eyes began to blink. She could feel his dick twitch violently inside her mouth, burning hot and hard as a rock, and his balls were as tight as they could without him cumming. His sleep-weighted eyes peered down at her in his morning drowsiness, blue and with dark pupils blown wide, his pink lower lip trapped between his teeth as he admired the sight.

Y/N pulled herself long enough from his dick to smile up at him and say “Happy birthday, Stevie...” before she was quickly sucking him, focused on the sensitive tip, while the hand previously on his thigh wrapped around the exposed part of him and kept him warm.

A long, drawn-out “Fuck...” left Steven’s lips as he came, white, warm, sticky ropes of fun filling her mouth, shooting right to the roof before sliding down her throat, aided by her saliva. His taste was strong, this time, not the slightest bit tainted by sweat or her own juices.

She too was moaning with him, holding his tender, love-filled and lustful gaze, until he was fully spent, hips twitching just slightly into the warmth that still surrounded his softening dick. He laid limp on the bed, body shivering and jerking with aftershocks while Y/N made her way up his body, affectionate kisses dotting his skin until she met his lips, giving him quick, sweet pecks and gently laying herself on top of him, resting her elbows on the bed so she could look down at him. “How're you feeling, birthday boy?”

Steven chuckled airily, his hands coming up to rest on her waist and keep her close. He leaned his head up and kissed her, long, slow and passionate, not minding his own taste on her velvety tongue in the slightest. “Feelin' pretty good... and like I’m going to pay you back for that.”

“You don't have to, honey.” Her smile was genuine and so were her words as she laid her head on his chest, tracing mindless patterns on his ribs with her left index finger.

“Oh, I do. And I fuckin’ want to...” His smirk was clear in his voice as he spoke, his calloused, deft hands moving teasingly up and down the back of her thighs, the tips of his fingers coming dangerously close to where her body dripped for him.

Y/N resisted the urge to push back against his touch, and instead sat up on his thighs and took his hands in hers, smiling. “I wanna pamper you some more first, baby. After that, I'll let you do whatever you want to me...”

“Deal.” His toothy grin was laced with mischief in a good ol' Steven fashion, making her smile widen even more as she got up from his lap, climbing off the bed and wincing as the cold floor of her bedroom met her previously hot feet.

She walked quickly to a little chair in the corner of the room and pulled out a pair of warm socks, sweatpants, and a sweater she had stolen from Steven when he was still crashing in GN'R's storage room behind the Guitar Centre.

“I love seein’ ya in my clothes. Make you look real’ cute.” He had stretched out on the bed, taking up all the space and safely tucking the covers around himself, his big eyes filled with love as he gazed at her.

Her gaze met his, filled with the same amount of love, and Y/N walked quickly towards the bed, cradling Steven’s face in her hands and laying a kiss on his pink lips and another one on his nose. “I love you, baby. Now, I’m gonna get you breakfast with everything you love, and then we can have some fun... I already told the guys to come over at the end of the day with all the booze they can find and carry, and I called some other people too.”

Steven’s blond hair brushed against her face as he nodded with excitement, his grin so wide it probably hurt his cheeks and made him look cute as fuck, in Y/N's opinion at least. “That's fuckin’ awesome! It’s gonna be a great party, man!” His eyes wandered around the ceiling briefly, most likely daydreaming about what would happen at the party, before looking back at Y/N and kissing her again. “I love ya too, sweetheart.”

With that and a final peck on his nose, Y/N slipped outside her room and into her freezing hallway, that led directly to her kitchen/living room. After Steven had fallen asleep last night, Y/N had managed to sneak away from him and leave prepared a tray with six muffins, two chocolate ones, two vanilla ones, and two strawberry ones, as well as six donuts, with the same tastes as the muffins, with a glass of apple juice, his favorite. Before she went back, she put some coffee-making, so they both could get their morning fixes before any headaches settled.

With as much caution as she could, she carried the tray back to her room, setting it down in the mattress, in the space Steven had freed once he saw her by the door. He sat up on the bed, hungrily eyeing all the food and her, though the hunger towards her was a different one.

“You didn't have to do all this...” He smiled warmly at her, a wave of gratitude and flooding him, prompting him to reach forward and take her hand in his, tugging her onto his lap and giving her a hug, squeezing the breath out of her lungs.

With a little bit of cost but no complaints at all, she answered “Yes I did. I love you and it's your birthday, it’s the very least I could do.” She took a beautiful of air when Steven pulled back, cupping her cheeks in his warm hands, holding her like she was a china doll, and kissing her.

As he pulled back, one of his hands reached for the first muffin, a vanilla one, and he took a huge bite, spreading the icing all around his lips and a bit near his cheeks. “You're already gonna throw me a kickass party. That was enough.”

“I disagree.” Y/N shrugged and took a muffin too, a chocolate one, and took a bite, significantly smaller than Steven's, humming delightfully at the taste that spread through her taste buds.

Steven knew better than to argue with her on how much pampering and loving he truly deserved, so he simply pressed a frosting-filled kiss to her chocolaty lips and continued to devour his food. The silence around them was comfortable as they shared the food, along with sweet kisses and tender touches, until everything left on the tray was a bit of juice and one strawberry muffin.

Steven downed the rest of the juice in one go and held the muffin to her lips, his smile sweet, though his eyes shone with the slightest of lust. Y/N complied and took a bite, keeping her eyes on his and then giving him a quick peck on the lips, watching Steven eat the rest of the muffin almost as quickly as he had drunk, and barely giving her time enough to chew her own bite before he was flipping her on the bed, making her lay with her head on the pillows.

She squealed lightly as Steven damn near threw himself on top of her, kissing her hungrily and devouring the taste of her along with the sugar-coated goods they had devoured. He was never one to waste time, and it was no different when his hands ventured to the waistband of her pants, gently sliding them down her thighs and then, as smoothly as he could, pealing them off her legs, throwing them carelessly against a wall.

His hot kisses began their lustful trail down her neck, not without stopping a little by her ear and nibbling on the lobe for a few seconds. The action had sent her hips bucking against his, having shot a strong, pleasurable tingle all the way down her back and to the middle of her legs, and she felt Steven smile against her neck as he continued on his way down.

His calloused hands held her legs apart, for the time being, stroking the sensitive skin of her upper and inner thigh, his thumbs lightly brushing over the crease of her crotch, sending tingles to her fluttering, already wet entrance.

His mouth teased her nipples over the sweater, and even through that thick material, he could feel the nub hard, creating pressure against his own tongue as he rolled it. His touches became firmer, stronger, and he didn’t stop Y/N's hands as she slid one in his hair and the other between their bodies, giving her throbbing clit some much-needed relief.

He cast a glance at her actions as he moved down to her belly, growling with primal lust as her purple-colored nail rubbed circles and occasionally disappeared between her folds, returning covered in glistening, dripping in juices of her own.

His own hands lifted the sweater just a tad, his warm mouth continuing its trail down her body. He pressed open-mouthed kisses to her sternum, occasionally nipping the soft skin, and eventually reached her hips, doing a line from one side to the other with the tip of his tongue, wasting no more time and quickly dipping to her core, easily sliding his tongue inside her.

The sudden action made Y/N's hips rise from the bed, and Steven didn’t stop her. He folded his arms underneath himself and held his upper body up, thrusting his tongue in and out and accompanying the slither of her hips.

His eyes were glued to her face, watching her eyes fight to stay open, but eventually losing and rolling back in her skull, disappearing being her drooping lids. Her mouth fell open, though her sounds were still fairly low, something he planned on changing quite soon.

He moaned against her body as both her hands tangled in his hair, not caring the slightest bit that her dominant hand was smearing her juices over his hair, which was tickling her thighs, though the tickles turned her on more than they made her want to laugh. She was not entirely used to it when they started to date, but two weeks into their relationship it had become one of her favorite feelings in the world.

His tongue was still sliding in and out of her, rhythm steady and fast, and she could feel a mix of spit and her own juices soaking down her body, most likely slipping on the bed as well. It didn’t bother her at all, and her mind quickly forgot all about it in favor of focusing on Steven's nose pressing firmly against her clit.

Its soft point was doing wonders against the throbbing nob, pushing a lustful moan out of Y/N, loud enough to be heard by the poor elderly lady who lived next door. There was no doubt she would be getting a sideways, disgusted look next time they met in the hallway, but that concern was the last thing on Y/N's mind.

Her thoughts were on the way her legs shook around Steven, on the steadily growing heat in the pit of her belly, burning, turning, twisting. Her hips continuously moved up and down, easy and fluid like a wave, Steven's mouth following suit at a perfect pace. While having her hips pinned down forcefully on the bed while she was forced to take whatever Steven gave her was one of the hottest things she had ever felt, there was something incredibly pleasurable as well about being able to move however she wanted. The fact that no matter how she moved, his talented mouth followed suit made it hot enough that she could feel a warm gush of her liquid spilling into Steven's mouth.

The thought made heat rise to her cheeks, especially when Steven hummed as lewdly as he could, swallowing with ease, his bright blue eyes peering up hungrily at her.

“Steven... please...” The words tumbled out of her lips without her control, not even giving her brain time enough to actually think about what she was begging for, but Steven seemed to read her like an open book.

His tongue slid out of her, the sensation making her legs fail her and her lips collapse back on the bed, only to immediately rise again when Steven slid two calloused, thick, warm fingers inside her, her body showing absolutely no resistance as he began to move them at the same pace his mouth had been, the tips crooked gently upward to massage a little spot that had Y/N whimpering like crazy, her grip tightening in his hair.

He watched her reaction intently as his mouth wrapped around her clit, sucking it into his mouth and then smoothing his tongue over it, doing lazy circles before directly pressing it with the tip, repeating all over again.

His free arm wrapped around her hips this time, keeping her still so his hand could work as fast as he wanted it to, which was as fast as it could go, making sure he hit her g-spot every time. He could feel the irregular pulse of her walls contracting down on him, the irregular pace at which her body shook and twisted in his tight grasp, and the realization put a smirk on his lips.

He didn’t manage to do this to Y/N that often. In fact, he had only done it twice, the first time being an accident and the second one taking him longer than he had wished for.

He could see it in her eyes that she knew what was coming. Each time it happened Y/N got a bit embarrassed, though Steven never quite understood why. It was a major stroke for his ego, and it drove her wild like she was on cloud 9. There were only good things when this happened.

“Come on, babe. Please... I wanna taste it... wanna taste ya...” Steven's tone was low and muffled against her clit, his pink lips shinning lewdly with spit and her lust, his hand’s pace never faltering.

Her grip tightened in his hair once more, gently pushing his mouth back on her clit, to which Steven obeyed with no protest. She took his left hand, the one laid around her waist, and placed it on her right breast, stroking his arm with one hand as he began to pinch and roll her nipple in his fingers.

She wished she could feel his hand around her throat, but his arms were not that long, so she settled for doing it herself, cutting her air circulation until she felt herself getting dizzy. She knew her limit, and she held it until something inside her finally snapped.

With a constricted whine, Y/N's body went rigid under Steven's ministrations, her insides tightening around him like a vice for a couple seconds before they began spasming, sending gush after gush of warm liquid down his fingers. Steven couldn’t stop himself from dipping his tongue for a taste, his thumb hastily continuing the circles on her clit until her body fell limply on the bed, aftershocks coursing through her.

He carefully pulled his fingers out, rising on his knees and stroking his hands down the inside of her thighs. His eyes trailed over her tired body, his gaze loving and sweet, with pride slipping into it at the achievement of making her squirt. He mentally counted it as a birthday gift, and while he knew Y/N had something else in store for him, that would have been more than enough.

Her eyes, previously closed while her mind slowly focused back on earth, blinked open to find Steven's wide smile. Her own lips mimicked his actions, and her shaky hands raised up to pull him into a loving kiss. He went without much effort, draping his body gently on top of hers and letting her control the pace, enjoying the softness of her skin under his own.

He carefully laid on his side and pulled her along, hooking her right leg over his hip and not breaking the kiss, moaning softly against it as his palm traced soothing circles.

“Wanna go take a shower?” His voice was smooth and low, not wanting to disturb the peace and quiet around them.

Y/N chuckled softly and nodded, swallowing so her dry throat would get moistened and stretching on the bed. “I do, but you're gonna have to carry me... I can’t feel my legs.”

The admission brought a proud smirk to Steven's face, who promptly rolled off the bed and strolled to her side, picking her up. “I love knowing that...” He kissed her briefly as he made his way to her shower, careful not to bump into any walls or doors, and managing it.

As he sat her down on the toilet and turned to get the water warming, he heard a hiss and a slight curse, telling the cold toilet seat to go fuck itself, before getting up and wrapping her arms around his waist. “How're you always so warm?”

“I don’ know, babe. I just am.” He chuckled, letting her use his body as a private heater and keeping a hand under the cold spray of water, waiting for it to turn hot.

While they waited, Y/N began peppering feather-light kisses on his back, occasionally nuzzling his skin and basking in his warmth and scent. Her eyelashes occasionally tickled him, making him give her the lightest pinch while they stroked her arms.

His blue eyes glanced down, his pink lips stretching wide as he noticed the little goose-bumps that raised beneath his touch. He never imagined he would be able to make a girl feel this way even after almost a year since they began dating. It warmed his heart to see how much Y/N lit up when he was around, how she gushed over every present he managed to give her, big or small, but most importantly, how much love and gratitude she showed him each and every single day.

“I love you.” His voice was small as he turned to her, not wanting to disturb the peace of such a sweet, tender moment. He reached behind himself quickly to check the temperature of the water, and then took Y/N's hand, guiding her inside the shower.

“I love you too, baby.” Her smile was so wide it seemed like her cheeks were hurting, and Steven wondered if he looked half as beautiful when he grinned, since Y/N told him the exact same thing he had thought pretty often. “I was thinkin’, what do you think we order a large pizza, watch some movies, and just laze during the rest of the day until it’s time to get ready for your party?” Her hands were smoothing his chest, gliding easily, aided by the water, as Steven reached for the soap and the shampoo.

“Sounds like a pretty fuckin' awesome plan to me.” He nodded, handing her the shampoo while he began to wash his own body with the soap.

[...]

After their quick shower, Y/N and Steven went into the kitchen to enjoy a good cup of coffee, immediately moving to her living room. Steven went through the small pile of VCR tapes underneath the TV and chose their favorite movies, popping the first one in and settling by their side.

They had lazed around the entire morning, exchanging sweet kisses while laughing over the movie or play fighting when Steven decided to tickle attack her.

Around lunchtime, just like they had settled, Steven called their favorite pizza place and ordered two large pizzas. One for himself, and one for Y/N, as well as some cokes. They sat the food in her small, round coffee table in the middle of her living room and spent the rest of the afternoon eating the pizzas, sharing slices between each other, and starting a very small food fight, that ended up with Steven licking a line of cheese of Y/N's face.

The entire day, all Steven could think about was how lucky he was to have Y/N in his life. Someone who cared for him, who loved him, who he could be himself with, and talk about his passions, and dreams, the future.

Y/N had never, not once, judged him or criticized him for anything he did. She accepted him the way he was, in his goofy, horny, loving way, and she reciprocated by being herself around him, without fear of judgment, because she knew Steven would never do such a thing.

Steven had never thought he'd find someone who accepted him so wholeheartedly, and so, he always made sure to show his gratitude and his love for her.

They were laying on the couch, Y/N's head resting peacefully in the crook of his neck, with his arms securely around her waist. A random movie played in the background, though the volume was so low neither of them could actually listen. They had settled for the silence, resting as much as they could, because they knew once people started coming, it would be a long time before they could do it again. Not that any of them minded.

“Y/N,” Steven’s voice was soft and as quiet as it could be, as not to disturb the silence around them. “I love you, so much. Thank you for always being here.”

Y/N lifted her head, a wide smile on her lips as she looked down into Steven's bright eyes. They showed so much love, such pure, true emotions and feelings that she never thought one would feel for her.

“You don't need to thank me for that. I want to be here for you. I love you so much, angel, more than I could ever show you...” Her words were honest, as honest as they could, and she knew Steven could feel it, as he hugged her tight once more, coaxing her to lay her head back down on his shoulder.

[...]

As the quiet, peaceful afternoon gave place to a loud, rowdy night, Y/N found herself glued to Steven on the dance floor, which was actually her living room. Music boomed through her speakers, the bass and drums seeming to vibrate inside her own ribcage as Steven's hands roamed her sides and his lips roamed her neck.

The band had been the first ones to get there and Slash, as sneakily from Steven as possible, had managed to bring Y/N's gift and helped her hide inside her room.

For Steven's birthday, Y/N had managed to get him two baby pugs and had asked Slash to babysit them for a couple of days. The two little puppies were sleeping calmly inside Y/N's bedroom, and not even the loud chatter and music had managed to wake them up.

Steven was none the wiser to them yet, and wouldn't become in the next few hours until everyone had either left or passed out somewhere in the house.

“The party is fucking awesome, Y/N!” Steven had managed to detach himself from Y/N's skin long enough to admit, his grin as wide as his coke-blown pupils and his lips plump and dark pink from the kissing they had been going at a few moments prior.

“I'm glad you like it, baby!” She had to yell I’m his ear to be heard, but none of that bothered them as they went back to their steamy make-out session, Y/N seeing her hips in time with the beat and feeling Steven's hands cup her ass.

“Popcorn, stop fucking face for a second, it's cake time!” Duff's drunk voice boomed around the small house as someone lowered the music just a tad, enough to get everyone into the living room so happy birthday could be sung.

Steven beamed as bright as the day as Y/N wrapped her arms around his waist and stood behind him, singing along with everyone as Duff held the cake in front of them, twenty-one candles lit and shining brightly.

As the song ended, Steven blew all the candles and turned to press a long, sloppy kiss to Y/N's cheek. He reached forward and plucked all the small candles out of the cake, holding them together and biting the cake-lathered ends, closing his eyes and mentally making a wish.

He put the candles on an abandoned plastic cup and followed Duff into the kitchen, helping him and Y/N hand cake around to everyone.

[...]

The party went on with multiple drunken games. Spin the bottle and strip poker had been the main attractions, mostly because they were the two games that would, most certainly, end with naked girls and/or people making out.

A few drinking games had been going on as well, resulting in people rushing to the bathroom to throw up (some of them not managing and instead of going for the window) and others passing out earlier than they probably wished to.

Around five in the morning, everyone was passed out, had gone home, or was still up, but had given up dancing and drinking for a couple chilled smokes and stupid talks, or make-out sessions.

Steven and Y/N were sweating, drunk, and happy, both chilling on their couch and winding down from the night.

As Y/N looked around and took in their much quieter, calmer surroundings, she tapped Steven twice on the thigh, getting his attention from two girls making out. “Ya wanna come to check out your gift?”

“Y'got me a gift? Babe, you didn't have to...” Steven nodded either way, following Y/N as she got up and walked to her room, her head spinning a bit, though not nearly as much as Steven's.

They got into her room, closing the door behind themselves and Steven took two seconds to register the curled up balls of fur in her comforter, instantly going for them and kneeling by their side on the bed, his hand carefully stroking their fur.

“Oh my god! They’re mine?! Both of them?!” His grin and excitement reminded her of a little child for a moment, albeit a very drunk and high one.

Y/N smiled back and nodded, taking a seat by his side and stroking the puppies' fur as well. “All yours, babe.” She watched Steven pick one up as carefully as he could, the little guy barely stirring and soon curling up in his hand against his chest, its little paws pressing into Steven.

“We gotta come up with names for ‘em...” Steven lifted their back paws carefully checking that the one on his hold was a boy and the other one was a girl, his face adopting a thinking expression. “This little guy... he's gonna be... Drum!” The proud glint in his eye told Y/N he was firm on his decision, though he was very likely not to remember the names in the morning. “And the girl... She can be Belle. Like that Disney princess.” He gently picked her up, holding her against his chest as well and laying back on the bed, letting the puppies curl on top of him.

“Drum and Belle... I like it.” Y/N smiled at him, laying down by his side and looking at him.

She was taking in his features under the moonlight that poured through the window, one of the few light sources in the almost dark room. He looked so happy, at ease and content, and it made her proud that she had managed to make his birthday an awesome day for him, even if it had gotten her neighbors complaining all night and earned her a few death glares for the next weeks.

“Happy birthday, Stevie...”

His head turned to her and his smile stood on even as he pressed his lips to hers in a soft kiss, pouring as much love and gratitude into it as his drunk self could.

“Thank you, Y/N. I love you.”

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I Know What You Did Last Summer

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader; Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: +18, heavy smut, cheating, angst, fluff, descriptions of violence, guns, strong language, and gore (?).

Word Count: 10,564.

Summary: Reader and Steve have been dating for some time. One day Steve leaves for a mission. A moment between Bucky and the reader might disturb the order of things, and not for the best.

Chapter Number: 3 (last part).

Chapter Title: How It Ended.

A/N: The last part is up! This is longer than the other two chapters but this one has a lot of crap and that smut part is sinful as hell. I literally put the original version to shame with this. I did take out the booty stuff but oh well. Y'all really liked the first part with Steve, I think this one might break some of y'all. I need Jesus after this. Also, this is a sad story lmao.

The sun was bright even with the blinds that covered the window. You softly groaned to yourself as the light made it to your face, your closed eyes now seeing through the red-looking flesh of your eyelids. You felt incredibly warm, but it wasn’t bad, it was nice. It reminded you of Steve’s warm body. With that thought in mind, you moved closer to your heat source. Your arms were wrapped around a broad torso, legs tangled with long legs, and suddenly you were aware of the faint coldness that your right hand felt. Begrudgingly, you opened one of your tired eyes to see what that cold thing was, and you were met with the sight of a metal arm. Your eyes went wide when you noticed who you’d been cuddling.

Bucky was snoring softly, mouth a little open as he dreamt. He had his flesh arm holding your head which you hadn’t noticed, his legs were encasing yours, and his chest rose softly as your face met with it. You looked up to see his sleeping face and that was a mistake. He looked so vulnerable, he rarely slept this peaceful as you’ve been witness to the scowl he always had. He looked beautiful, hair ruffled which covered half his face, the light hit his pale cheeks, and his lips had never looked so rosy as they did then. You didn’t want to move, you just wanted to bask in the peaceful bubble you had found yourself in, but you needed to pee really bad.

You cursed yourself as you tried to shift from him without waking Bucky in the process. You moved your legs slowly, your eyes shifting from them to Bucky’s face every other second to make sure he was still sleeping. Your right leg was the first one to untangle from his legs, but as you moved it so did your hips. This made you shift a little higher and had been the reason why now you could feel last night’s warning. You stifled some giggles as you tried not to think much about the fact that you could feel Bucky’s dick clear as day. He had clearly gone commando under his sweats. You bit your lip a little when you softly graced his crotch with your inner thigh. Apparently Bucky felt it in his sleep as a small whimper escaped his partially gaping mouth. You rolled your eyes as the sound made your heart flutter and it raised goosebumps on your heated skin. You glanced up to see him stirring awake, and without any other glace at him, you removed yourself from him and walked toward the bathroom as if you hadn’t noticed the fact that he was hard and had whimpered at the feeling of you gracing his dick through his sweats which had made you gush a ridiculous amount of slick onto your underwear.

You took half an hour in the bathroom as you got ready for breakfast which had caused you to miss the knock on the door to your room. You stepped out of the bathroom to see Bucky shutting the door behind him. You couldn’t help yourself from quickly glancing down to see that his boner had gone. You didn’t dare think how he’d managed to make it go away.

“Morning,” said Bucky as he sleepily smiled at you. You blushed a little at how cute he looked.

“Morning, Buck.” You walked toward the closet, “who was that?”

“Oh, it just was the help. We are having breakfast brought to us as they are getting things ready for tonight,” he said as he grabbed his towel.

“Tonight?” you asked as you put your change of clothes on the bed. A knee-length blue dress seemed like the best idea.

“They’re having the first ball tonight. The help will come around five to get us ready,” said Bucky as he went into the bathroom.

“Already?” you asked with a hint of surprise in your voice. Bucky laughed before closing the door behind him. You groaned and threw yourself on the messy bed as you thought about the ball.

(…)

The rest of the day had been boring as you were stuck in your room with Bucky. You couldn’t call Steve as the man was probably sleeping. You slept throughout most of the morning and early afternoon, only waking up to eat or go to the bathroom. You had told yourself that sleeping like that would at least keep you up through the ball making sure you were alert of anything going on. Bucky had the same idea as you which only led to the both of you taking naps around the same time.

Right at five o’clock, a knock on your door woke you and Bucky from your deep slumber. He rose from the bed before you could and opened the door to reveal a team of people that were there for you both.

“Good afternoon, Mr. and Mrs. O’Connell. We are here to get you both ready for the ball,” a tall black woman with a thick accent which was similar to Prince T’Challa’s said as she showed the people that stood behind her with all it was needed.

“Come on in,” said Bucky as he let them in the room. You stood from the bed and smiled as they gave curt nods to you.

They immediately started to set up things around the room. From the makeup station to a dress rag and a changing area that gave you privacy and allowed them to help you with it. You and Bucky looked at each other at the number of things that now filled the room, it had you both anxious. You both knew it was mostly things that you would need, but even Bucky had to admit that he felt overwhelmed at the idea of having that many people prep you. It almost reminded him of himself and the times he would have to get prepped before a mission. Of course, the people around them were lively and had smiles on their faces, they even had set up some music that helped relax them both. Even if it was overwhelming him, he didn’t mind having this image replace his old ones.

Once they were done with everything, you were seated in front of the set-up vanity so they could start with your hair while they got your nails done. As you got groomed like never before, Bucky was also getting his hair done which had made him wear a scary glare, but everyone was unfaced by it which made you stifled your laugh. They were even getting rid of his ever-growing beard which he had protested for ten minutes before he gave in after receiving glares from the team. He couldn’t win, but neither could you. You both had to undergo a major change as you two were undercover and it seemed the boss, the tall lady, knew about that, unlike her team. After a while, you were unable to even move due to them doing your hair and makeup. Bucky was ready by six-thirty while you were still on the damn chair waiting for them to finish with your makeup. Now it was just you in that room. The dress fitting had definitely been the worse part of the whole ordeal and the heels were already hurting you and you hadn’t even walked on them yet. Just like Bucky, you had to take out the weapons you were going to be hiding on you, but only the boss lady helped you with that inside the big closet where they were hidden. Finally, by eight you were completely done. Dress, shoes, jewelry, and guns. You did stare at yourself for what felt like ages in the mirror. You had never looked so elegant, sexy, and classy. Your hair was loose in soft waves after having it cut, it now had highlights that made you look and feel like a different person. Your dress was a navy-blue gala dress that had a slit that allowed your left leg to be somewhat exposed. It was a low cut but the beautiful necklace they had chosen for you added a touch of classiness that you could never pull on your own. Your heels were a soft light skin color that looked elegant on your feet. You grinned to yourself as you could only imagine Bucky’s reaction to you.

You walked with caution as you made your way toward the stairs that would lead you into the main room where the ball was being held. You couldn’t afford to miss a step and promptly die from a broken neck or worse not die from it and just die from the shame after falling down the stairs. You grabbed the railing of the stairs as you walked with your head held high as you looked for Bucky amongst the large crowd. Everything looked beautiful, almost as if from a movie. You had almost forgotten you were there on a mission, you felt like a princess like in one of those books Natasha had bought you for your birthday after you had admitted that you were a sucker for them.

You were halfway through your way down when you saw Bucky waiting for you at the bottom of the stairs. Fuck, the way your stomach fluttered at the sight of him. He stood there looking attractive in that all-black suit they had given him. He even had his metal hand covered by a glove. You noticed how his face was clean-shaven which made him look ten times younger than he looked and the man bun they had given him had made your legs shake a bit. He looked utterly ethereal, this was James Barnes living in the twenty-first century. You hadn’t noticed the way he had been looking at you as you finally arrived at the bottom of the stairs.

"Wow, Sarge, you look good,” you said with a teasing grin, but you couldn’t help the sigh that escaped your lips as you finished your sentence.

"Well, why thank you, doll.” He closed his gaping mouth as he smiled at you. His eyes took you in once more before offering his flesh arm. “You look gorgeous, Tiny. I think my new mission is to protect you from other men. Steve would appreciate it."

"What a friend. I'll be sure to tell Steve of your kind service." You tried not to blush as Bucky’s gaze wouldn’t leave your body as you two made way around the hall in search of the royal family.

The night had gone without a hitch. It seemed today being the first night, HYDRA had opted to miss the ball. No one acted suspiciously which made both of you very suspicious. After having found the royal family near the entrance, you and Bucky were never more than ten feet away from them, eyes on them. You two weren’t alone on that task, the Dora Milaje was also there to protect the King and his family. During his welcome speech, things had gotten a bit tense as a drunk guest had given you and Bucky a scare. But after the ball became more lively, you and Bucky were able to enjoy the nice atmosphere as you drank, danced, and laughed throughout the night. You couldn’t help but miss Steve and how this would have been a nice mission to share with him, but you couldn’t deny the fact that it felt nice to have Bucky with you. You had to admit that you two looked the part of the married couple, and the wedding band that the two of you carried felt heavy the more the night progressed. It was all fake but for some reason, it felt natural to be intimate with him in front of everyone. His touch was convincing, the kisses he would plant on your cheek whenever someone looked at you in a scandalous way had you blushing and muttering his name as a warning which only made him smirk and defend himself by blaming the inability of other men to look away from you. By the end of the night, you and Bucky reported anything suspicious to the King alongside the Dora Milaje’s report. He was glad to hear that everything had gone well, and most importantly, he was glad that you and Bucky had fun while doing your job. He made you blush when he, surprisingly, teased you both with how convincing you two had looked.

And so, every two nights Wakanda was awake at night as it received foreigners to celebrate the land and its people. And every single ball had been the same; no signs of HYDRA, nothing strange, no scares, no threats. It was unnerving as the nights seemed longer every ball. You and Bucky had almost forgotten that you two were undercover as you both now conversed with those interested to hear about how you two were friends of the royal family of Wakanda. You and Bucky deserved an Oscar with the performance you two were giving the poor suckers. You had met royalty you weren’t even aware existed, making mental notes about them to have them in the system once you were back in the States. You enjoyed the balls, yes, but you couldn’t deny the fact that the days of rest were the ones you looked for the most as you and Bucky were being shown Wakanda by Prince T’Challa and Princess Shuri—who insisted on being called Shuri.

But there was something in you that told you every day that everything was going too well for comfort either that being about the lack of issues with HYDRA or the fact that your relationship with Bucky had changed. It wasn’t love, it wasn’t anything romantic, but you couldn’t deny that your attraction to him had only grown and you knew his attraction to you had also evolved. God, the other day you two had unconsciously grinded into each other before he jumped off the bed and hid in the bathroom for an hour. Steve was clueless to all of that as he was only being told how much fun the balls were and how beautiful Wakanda was. He’d said that he was jealous that Bucky got to experience all that with you, and you both knew he’d meant it not in a bad way, but you couldn’t help but feel guilty as the days kept on passing by.

The last night had finally arrived and you were ready to go back home. You needed Steve, you needed him for a good week to yourself because you needed to be reminded who you loved, who you couldn’t lose.

The night had been just like every other night. Filled with music, chatter, laughter, and couples dancing through the night. That included you and Bucky, but your intimate bubble had been disrupted when both of you noticed two men talking heatedly. You wouldn’t have given them a second thought, but they hadn’t been at any other of the balls before this one. They were new faces, and they were already making you doubt they were even on the attendee list.

"There are two men that haven't been seen at the other parties. They are moving toward a back door," T'Challa’s voice confirmed your thoughts. The earpiece you had given him finally was being used. Which now seemed like something you shouldn’t hope for.

"We’ll go check it out," said Bucky as he stepped back from you and started to walk toward where the men had been standing, but you stopped him before he could take another step.

"I'll follow, you stay with the family," you said as you gave him a reassuring smile. He seemed to not want to stay behind, he knew the Dora Milaje could handle the family, but he didn’t want to fight you on it either. He sighed and nodded as he glanced where the King stood talking with some people.

"Be careful,” he said to you as he disappeared amongst the clueless crowd. You made your way toward the other end of the room and noticed the only back door that had been hidden by the decorations. You opened the door, making sure no one was following you or looking at you. You quickly close the door behind you, and you were met with a long hallway. There was barely any light which made it seem a tad creepy for your liking. You grabbed the gun that hid under your dress, made sure the heels of your shoes barely graced the floor as to quiet your steps.

"T'Challa, where is this hall leading me?" you said in a low voice as to not alert anyone in there.

"It should take you down to the palace’s basement. Nothing but fuses. It should be guarded,” he responded. He was very alert that if anyone dared to mess down there, the ballroom would be the first thing affected.

"Well, now that I know what is down here, they can shut down the power if they know how to access it. I’m guessing they don’t know the technology around here but if they do, I’ll need Shuri. I can only guess what they intend to do.” You were praying that whoever was down there hadn’t thought of blowing up the place. You were nearing the end of the hall when you noticed two men laying on the floor. They both had two bullet wounds on their forehead, and blood pooled around them. You guessed these were the people in charge of guarding the place.

“We have two men down,” you said but before you could continue, two voices made you stop on your tracks.

"Beeil dich! wir müssen es aktivieren, bevor jemand hier ist!" One of the men said in a hurried hush. He wanted to get the job done and you were now worried that whatever he wanted activated was a bomb.

"In Ordnung! fertig sind, lassen Sie uns gehen!" Another voice responded just as fast as a beeping sound now filled the room. You cussed to yourself.

"You two are not going anywhere until you tell me what you’ve done,” you said as you stepped into the room, gun pointed at one of the men. They seemed unbothered by your presence as the one with the gun pointed to his head grinned at you.

"Too late, fräulein, you only have five minutes to get everyone out of this place before it's all in flames," the man said as he pointed at the scary-looking bomb. As you looked at it, you missed the way they both launched at you making you fall backward, gun dropping out of reach. You elbowed one of them and you wrapped your legs around the other one as you turned both of you around. You straddled him and was going to punch him in the face but the guy you elbowed grabbed you from behind and tried to push you but as he picked you up, you threw your head back with force possibly giving him a bloody nose. He let go of you as he grabbed his face and cussed you out. But again, the man you had been straddling took the opportunity to punch you square on the face as you stood. You spit the blood that had made it to your mouth from your now bloody nose and gave him two punches on his face. One gave him a black eye while the other one knocked him to the floor making his mouth bleed. This time you were ready for the other asshole and with a quick turn you sent him back to the floor with a kick on the gut which you knew had hurt as your heels definitely bruised something aside from his ego. But as you didn’t want him to get up again, you knee him on the face as he tried to sit up which gave time to the other guy to grab his gun and shoot you on the shoulder as you turned toward him.

You heard Bucky’s shout of your name through your earpiece but ignored it as the guy shoot his gun two more times and only one of them missed you as the other one landed next to the other bullet wound. You groaned as you ran to tackle him to the floor which apparently had been too rough as his skull broke when it hit the floor. It killed him on impact.

"Y/N!" Bucky’s voice was more frantic as he called your name again. You winced at the pain in your shoulder as you glanced at both men, one dead and the other one will be too after the interrogation was done.

"I'm fine. The bastard shot me in the arm though,” you said making your way to the bomb on top of what looked like an oven that you knew was made out of vibranium You knew the bomb would have trouble penetrating the vibranium, but it would only cause a bigger reaction and due to that, the palace would collapse, starting with the ballroom. “You need to get everyone out of here, Buck. The bomb won’t affect the fuses but will make the place collapse from it.”

"I’ll be there in a minute, wait there!" responded Bucky.

"No! Get the family out of here! We have less than two minutes before it goes off," you said as you tried to ignore the amount of blood coming out of your shoulder and nose. You looked at the wires of the bomb which you could tell wasn’t the normal type of bomb HYDRA used.

"My family is safe, and we are still evacuating the place. As far as the guests know, we are having the rest of the party outside,” said T’Challa. Even though he sounded collected, there was a hint of worry in his voice.

"Make sure it is as far away as possible. I don’t know how much this thing will affect if it goes off.”

“Then get the hell out of there, Y/N!” Bucky stood outside the palace as the Dora Milaje made sure there was no one left inside. They wouldn’t let him through even as he glared at them. They also had been listening to everything. They couldn’t afford anyone to get hurt, especially the royal family.

"I’m not leaving the bomb to go off!” you said as you noticed you were down to sixty seconds. You were internally panicking as you noticed that the wires were not the ones you usually trained with. “Who the fuck puts six wires for a bomb!”

“Are there three red ones, two blue ones, and one green?”

“What?” you took your knife from the same place your gun had been at, “yes.”

"The red ones are important, don’t touch the blue ones. Cut the second and third red wires from left to right from the side that meets the blue and cut the green one too after you cut the red ones.”

You followed his instruction without hesitation as you were now twenty seconds away from doom.

"Hope I don’t die," you muttered more to myself than for the others to hear.

"Concentrate.”

Ten seconds left and you were just finishing cutting the thick red wires. “Fuck.”

Five…maybe you had lost too much blood…four…the damn thing was thick…three…almost there…two…you can’t die like this…one…

“Y/N?” Bucky’s breathing hitched as he heard a faint beep. He noticed how he wasn’t the only one looking back at the palace. Everyone aware of what was really happening looked at each other as if expecting the worse.

“Tiny, hey, you there?”

He felt sick to his stomach as you failed to respond once again, but before he could run back inside, your voice stopped him.

“Those damn wires were unnecessarily thick,” you whined into the earpiece as you dropped your knife. Bucky couldn’t help but chuckle in relief.

“Hey, Buck?”

“Yeah, Tiny?”

“I think I’m about to pass out.”

(…)

You woke up to the faint sound of beeping. You tried to move but groaned at the soreness of your body.

“Welcome back, Agent.” You looked to your left to see Shuri smiling down at you. You glanced around and saw that you were in your room at the palace. “You’ve been out for about two days. The blood loss had been too great, and the broken nose hadn’t help. You went into a comma from the lack of oxygen entering your brain, but Mr. Barnes was able to get you fast enough to bring you to my lab.”

You were about to ask what had happened afterward, but the sound of the door opening interrupted you.

“Jeez, Tiny, you’re finally up.” Bucky looked like shit compared to how teasing his voice was.

“My brother took care of the man you took care of that night, both of them are in possession of SHIELD now. My family wouldn’t let you out of our sight, we are thankful for your service Agent.” You thought Shuri had read your mind as she answered your unasked question.

“It was my mission to keep your family safe, it was no trouble,” you said as you tried to sit up. In a second Bucky was at your side as Shuri helped you.

“I’m glad you’re well, Miss Y/L/N. Like my daughter said, we are very thankful. You risked your life to stop that bomb knowing that you could die trying.” The King had entered the room along with his wife and T’Challa. You were now blushing at their gazes.

“It was no problem, really.”

After some time of small chatter informing you that you and Bucky would be taken back home the next day, the family left you both to rest and prepare your stuff. You were on the clear as Shuri reassured you that you were perfectly fine and that you’ll be sore for a couple of hours max before you felt completely okay. It was nighttime by the time you were done packing everything you had brought and everything that had been given to you by the family.

"I'm done packing. Need any help, Sergeant?" you asked as you glanced at Bucky.

"I’m good, Tiny. I just finished myself, ” he said as he wiped fake sweat from his forehead while giving you one of those charming smiles. But then it dropped as fast you looked at your shoulder.

"How’s your arm?" he asked as he pointed at it.

"Shuri was right, it doesn't hurt that much anymore. I guess if I make pressure it might though," you said as you sat on the bed.

"What you did was incredibly stupid."

You looked at him as he sounded mad at you. He walked toward you and stood in front of you as his eyes bored into yours, “you could’ve died.”

“I didn’t, Buck. I’m fine.” You stood from your spot and looked at him with a serious expression, yet your eyes were soft.

“That’s not the point, Y/N. I’m supposed to protect you. You’re my best friend’s girl, what was I supposed to tell Steve if you’d died? I haven’t even told him that you were in a comma. I asked T’Challa not to say anything about your status to anyone.”

“Hey, I can protect myself,” you put your hand on his cheek, “thank you for being there for me, but you don’t have to worry. I know the risks of this job, if I have to die in order to protect I will, but I will exhaust every option possible before I become a martyr. I’m not Steve.”

“You two will send me to an early grave,” he chuckled as he thought how similar you and Steve could be at times.

“Not that early, Sarge, you’re a fossil already,” you said. Bucky let out a gasp as if you had smack his mother as he tackled you onto the bed. You were laughing as he tickled you until you asked for forgiveness. You didn’t give in until you were red on the face from the lack of air. Bucky chuckled as you gasped for air in between giggles.

Your eyes were closed making you miss the way he was looking at you. His eyes roamed your face, taking you in. His flesh hand fixed a strand of hair and put in behind your ear. You were afraid to open your eyes, you didn’t want to see him looking at you. His gaze was so intense that now your breathing was labored not because of the prior tickling session but because you could feel the tension in the air.

Bucky leaned down, his lips less than an inch away from yours. His hot breath was tantalizing as it hit your face. But he didn’t move, he didn’t dare to take that last step that would crumble the walls you two had tried to build. So, you did it. You grabbed his face and pulled him down and just like that your lips connected with his soft lips. It started as a soft kiss, which had you both relaxing into each other. His body was on top of yours and you had wrapped your legs around his waist as your lips moved in sync. His lips had you lost, mind mushy with just thoughts of him. His tongue and yours were seeking each other as the kiss became more heated like you two were trying to understand if this was really happening. You were now moaning into the kiss as Bucky’s hands roamed your body underneath your shirt, while your hands tangled themselves in his long hair which had the man grinding into you when you pulled a little too hard. Your hips now also sought that delicious friction you knew his clothed dick would offer. And just like that the two of you were humping each other as your lips objected to leaving his. His metal hand left a trail of goosebumps as it made its way toward your breasts. He groaned when his hand reached your naked flesh, and you arched your back at the contrast of hot and cold. His flesh hand joined his other hand underneath your shirt, and this time he roughly grinded into you at the feel of the hot flesh of your breast. You were now moaning into his mouth a lot more as you arched your back at his touch. But he needed more, he wanted to taste your flesh, so he pulled back and quickly pulled your shirt off. You hadn’t even registered his lips had left you until his lips were wrapped around one of your hard nipples.

“Fuck, Buck.”

Your hips were now seeking his crotch a lot more wantonly as his lips and tongue made you gush more slick onto your underwear. You knew they were now ruined, you blushed at how horny he was making you. His teeth were now softly biting the flesh of your breast, you knew that would leave small bruises if he continued his ministrations like that. You cursed softly and it wasn’t because it felt good.

“Bucky, you can’t leave bite marks.”

As if your words had burnt him, he let go of you and flinched when he realized why he couldn’t mark you. You weren’t his.

"Dammit. Sorry, I—" He wasn’t sure what he wanted to say. He looked down at you which only made him let out a growl as he saw that there were some red marks on your breasts.

“I’m sorry too,” you said but you didn’t miss how half sorry you actually felt. "We shouldn’t be doing this. We can’t do this to Steve.”

Bucky nodded his head, but still, he didn’t move nor did you tried to move.

"Yeah," he said as he looked at you.

"Yeah," you mirrored him as you looked at him.

In a matter of seconds, you and Bucky had stripped each other naked as your lips connected again, this time teeth added to the mixture of the carnal desire. Bucky was still on top of you, his body making you feel so small underneath him. This time his mouth was more aggressive on your lips, but once his lips attached to your neck they only left a trail of soft kisses as he made his way down between your parted legs. You were dripping down the bed, you were so wet that now even your thighs that your slick from previously rubbing them as you sought friction.

Bucky kissed down to your hip bone before his lips started to kiss and lick your inner thighs, which made him groan as he tasted your drying slick. Your hands went to his hair pulling on it trying to get him where you needed him. He only chuckled at your efforts but winced when you pulled hard on his hair out of frustration. In retaliation, he gave your wet cunt a slap that made you yelp.

“Patience is key, Y/N.” He kissed the mound before he landed a soft kiss right on your exposed clit. You threw your head back as you moaned at the feeling that small kiss had given you. With one last look at your face, Bucky dived between your legs, and his mouth found your clit. He sucked on it harshly and you couldn’t help but grind your hips at the feeling of his lips around your nub. His metal hand pushed your hips down not letting you move at all, and your fingers pulled his hair as his tongue now found itself between your slick folds. He was groaning into your cunt as he ate you out like a starved man. Who would’ve thought the man could use his tongue for more than sarcastic comments. He was savoring everything you were giving him, eating you up like candy. You were incredibly turned on and you knew you were dripping onto the bed more than before, his chin probably wet from how much you were gushing.

“I’m gonna cum, please make me cum,” you gasped as a tight feeling in your gut announced that you were close to your first orgasm. Bucky pulled away from your cunt and you practically whined in protest.

“Shh,” he gave one harsh suck to your clit, “you want to come around my fingers, doll?”

“Yes, please, I want your fingers inside of me,” you moaned at the idea of his fingers stretching you as he prepared you for his cock.

“Let’s see how many you can take,” he said as he removed his metal hand from your hips, his flesh hand replacing it. He positioned himself better to make sure your legs were spread wide exposing your soaked sex to him. He sucked two of one of his metal fingers before the tip of it touched the entrance of your cunt. You shivered at the cold touch of it, and he was thankful that you were gushing so much slick as his finger slowly entered your tight pussy.

“Fuck,” you whined at the stretch his finger offered your needy cunt. He smirked as he looked at you, so lost in pleasure that you were clawing at your breasts as you moaned in delight. He pulled back his finger and then pushed it back in and his cock was throbbing at the sounds you were making. He swore you were purring his name. He thrusted his finger a couple of times before a second one joined inside of you and this time you couldn’t stop your legs from shaking. He was loving the sight of you all spread and taking his fingers up to his metal knuckles. Your clit was hard, and he could see it as you tried to spread your legs wider. He inserted a third finger and with that, you came around his metal fingers without warning. You made no sound as you arched your back and squeezed your breasts as you came, clamping down on his thick metal fingers.

“Fuck, baby, you look so hot right now.” Bucky thrusted his fingers in and out of you as he helped your ride out your orgasm. He didn’t stop there, his fingers kept their slow pace until you had regained your breathing. You moaned again as his fingers felt amazing inside of you, your legs were still a little shaky, but you tried not to close them. Bucky seeing that you were now okay, sped up his pace to a deeper and faster rhythm that made you squeal his name.

“I want you to cum around my fingers again, sweetheart, and then you can have my cock, you like the sound of that?” Bucky knew you did, but he still/ wanted to hear you say it.

“Please, yes, make me cum again,” you groaned as you opened your eyes to look at his fierce eyes. His fingers were now fucking you open, and you couldn’t help but moan louder, “but I want to suck your cock before you fuck me, Buck.”

It seemed that had been perfect motivation to make you cum as soon as possible as fingers now rammed into you and his mouth was now on your clit sucking it.

“Buck,” you squealed his name as your hands went to his hair again. The sounds your cunt was making were making you dizzy at how pornographic they sounded. Bucky growled as the squelching of your cunt made him seek some friction against the bed.

“I’m gon—” You didn’t get to finished your sentence as you swallowed the scream that wanted out of your throat as you came for a second time around Bucky’s fingers. He didn’t stop thrusting his fingers, making your juices splash around, wetting the bed, even more, wetting his chest, and not to mention his chin was wet as hell.

Bucky gave one last hard suck to your clit before removing himself and his fingers from you. You whimpered at the loss, but couldn’t help but grin at the throbbing sensation it had left.

"Mhm, you taste good, Tiny,” he sucked his ring finger and moaned, “wanna taste yourself? Open your mouth.”

You did, and in seconds two of his un-sucked metal fingers entered your mouth. You wrapped your lips around them as you gazed at him. Your tongue lapped at his fingers and you couldn’t help but moan at the bitter taste of you. He pulled his fingers from you when he was satisfied with your sucking. He climbed over you to kiss your lips again, and he tasted just like his fingers had. He tasted like you. Your right hand sneakily grabbed his hard cock and stroke it with a tight-ish grip. He hissed at the feeling of your small hand on his thick cock.

"Can I suck your cock now, Buck? Please, I want to taste you," you said with the best sultry yet innocent voice you could muster. He groaned at your words and he didn’t say a word as you fasten your rhythm while you stroke him. He fell back on the bed and you took that as you sign to situate yourself between his legs. You knelt in front of his hard cock which was red and leaking pre-cum. You bit your bottom lip as you looked at it. He was thicker than Steve, but Steve was longer. You shook your head and grabbed the base of his cock and applied some pressure.

“Y/N.” Bucky growl in frustration. You gave him a grin before leaning down and bestowing a soft kiss to the tip of his needy cock. Your tongue lapped at the head and soon your tongue flattens as you licked from the base to the tip before putting his cock in your mouth. You bobbed your head up and down his thick cock, your small hand stroking what you couldn’t fit in. Bucky was moaning and groaning mess underneath you which made your chest swell with pride because this man was crumbling under you because you were making him feel good.

"Shit, just like that,” he threw his head back, “suck that cock, baby."

Bucky’s flesh hand grabbed your messy hair holding your head in place and just like that he started to fuck your mouth. You relaxed your throat and focused on breathing through your nose as his balls hit your chin with every thrust of his hips. He was grunting as he fucked your throat, his cock making you gag every so often, and every time he hit the back of your throat it sent waves of pleasure to your soaked pussy. You moved your hand down to your needy sex, and your slim fingers started to rub your sensitive nub as Bucky fucked your throat. His hips started to stutter and the next thing you knew he was whimpering your name as he pushed you down his cock. You tried to swallow every shot of his cum without choking on it which was almost impossible with how far down his cock he held you.

"Come here," he said in a soft commanding voice as he pulled you up from his cock. He kissed you and at the same time, he was tasting himself. You moaned when his tongue licked his cum that had ended up around your mouth. He was sinful, and it didn’t help when you pulled back to see him licking his lips to make sure his lips were clean.

"I need you inside of me, please I want you to fuck me," you whimpered into his mouth as his hands massaged your ass. Before another word could come out of your lips, he grabbed your hips and flipped you both on the bed, your back against the messed-up sheets. He leaned down to suck on your earlobe.

"I'll fuck you hard, alright,” you moaned and shivered at his words, “I’ll have you begging for me to cum because your cunt can’t take it anymore. You’ll be cumming around my cock until I say so, my cock so deep inside your cunt that you’ll feel it up to your guts."

“Please,” you moaned again your hips seeking out such dirty promise. You weren’t sure why you were saying please so much but when Bucky grabbed his cock and aligned it to your entrance, you kept on whispering the word against his parted lips. He gave a kiss to your throat as he pushed the rest of his cock inside of you and it was like your begging had been answered almost like a prayer. His cock stretched you wider than his three fingers, making your cunt spasm around his cock tightly.

"Shit, Tiny, you're so tight," he groaned as he slowly thrusted in and out, making sure to open your pussy wide as he prepped you for the fucking he planned. He gave you a minute or so to adjust to his size before he knelt in front of you and pushed your legs back giving him more room to insert every inch of his thick cock. You groaned at the feeling but then you were moaning when he started to slam into you making you grab your breasts as they bounced with every ruthless thrust.

“Ah fuck,” you gasped as his cock hit that sweet spot that had you trashing on the bed in seconds as you moaned and groaned. He was grunting as he fucked you into the mattress. He was sweating which made his torso glisten at the exertion of energy as he fucked your pussy open. He had the most beautiful view as your legs were spread and he could see how his cock buried deep into your pussy which only made him go faster. It was addicting listening to you moan and whimper his name as you threw your head back, clawed your breast, and arched your back. He could feel the walls of your pussy tightening the more he fucked you which meant you were close.

“You’re gonna cum on my cock, doll? Your pussy is so damn tight,” he grunted as one of his hands started to rub quick circles on your clit. You shouted his name at the feeling of his cock hitting your sweet spot as his fingers pressed hard on your clit. You came once more with your legs trying to leave his grip, but he wouldn’t let you. You were seeing stars and his thrusts were not stopping nor slowing down. But when you had calmed down he put one of your legs over his shoulder as the other stayed on the bed. This position had you almost on your side and as he grabbed your raised leg for leverage, he started to pound your cunt again, his grunting a lot louder just as the sound of skin smacking filled the room.

“Fuck, you’re so fucking wet,” he bit your ankle softly, “can you hear how wet your cunt is? How my cock is fucking you good?”

“So fuckin’ good,” you all but gasped as the build-up for another orgasm was coming close.

“Are you gonna cum again, babygirl? Wanna cum around my cock again?” He bent down a bit closer to your face, his cock impaling your cunt, “be a good fuckin’ girl and cum around my cock.”

And you fucking did. You shouted his name again as another orgasm had you seeing black dots everywhere. You were sure that if he didn’t cum within the next orgasm you would pass out, so like had promised you, you begged for him to cum.

"Cum inside me, Buck—“ you gasped at one particular harsh thrust, “—I want your cum inside me, I want you to fill me up, please.”

“Fuck, doll.” Bucky grabbed both your legs and placed them together making your cunt all the tighter around his cock. “You’re gonna be so full of my cum, but first I want you to cum one more time for me, doll. Can you do that?”

“Mhm.” You could barely speak as your walls trapped his cock inside of you. Your legs were together on his right shoulder, and this time his legs spread as he pounded your cunt with purpose. You could barely make a sound anymore, your voice failing you after so much screaming, whining, grunting, and moaning.

You were too sensitive that your cunt this time was ready to cum on command if Bucky said the word, but as his grunting turned into groans, then to moans, and lastly to whimpers you knew he was close. His hips were stuttering yet his thrusts were unforgiving to your spent cunt. His cock made acquaintance with your guts once again, and you couldn’t help but claw your thighs as his cock rammed into you. Your pussy fluttered as another orgasm was right there, waiting to be allowed to cum even if it didn’t need to be, but it had been such a turn-on when he’d call you a good girl.

“Cum, baby, cum around my cock,” he whimpered loudly as he felt his balls tighten and when your cunt enclosed like a vine around his cock, he let out a whimper before thrusting deep into you as he came.

The stupid grin that overcame your lips as you felt his cum paint your walls was something Bucky missed as his eyes were shut, enjoying how tight your pussy was, milking his cock.

He let go of your legs and fell on top of you, his cock still inside of you. The room was quiet, only the sound of labor breathing could be heard. But then he removed himself from you and went into the bathroom. You heard the water running and then it stopped, and Bucky came out of the bathroom wearing briefs. You wondered when the hell he picked them up.

He moved between your legs and for a second you thought he was going to bent down and clean you up with his mouth, but then the wet cloth was cleaning you up.

“Thank you,” you whispered as he went to the bathroom to wash the cloth. He didn’t want anyone guessing why there was white stuff dried on it. He came back and handed you a pair of his clean briefs and one of his shirts.

"Come on, we gotta sleep. We have an early morning tomorrow,” he said. You helped him remove the soiled sheet, which you knew wouldn’t be able to be hidden from whoever was supposed to clean the room after you two left. You both then climbed into bed, covered yourself with the blanket, and cuddled. It was quiet for a minute, and you couldn’t help but break it with what you knew was going to burst the peaceful bubble.

"What do we tell Steve?" It was as if he knew you were going to ask because he let out a sigh.

"We don't.” You removed yourself from his arms and looked down at him, his eyes were on you.

"I can't lie to him with this Buck,” you sat against the headboard and hugged your knees, “I just slept with his best friend.”

"Hey, don’t put the blame just on you,” Bucky mimicked your position, except he didn’t hug his knees, “It takes two to tango, Tiny. And we can't tell Steve, at least not yet. He hasn’t seen you in two weeks and he is going to freak out when he finds out you almost died. We’ll find the right moment.”

“The right moment.”

(…)

That was exactly a year ago and you both had yet to find the right moment. Last summer still hunted you as the days grew warmer once again. That next morning when you arrived at the tower, Steve was there to receive you both. He chew you both out for not calling him for two days, but then he was hugging you and kissing you. You had tried not to break down crying and confess all your sins to him right there. But you kept it to yourself, and even though Bucky had been the one to suggest to tell him another time, it was obvious that the lie was eating him alive.

You were too self-aware of every single thing you did around Steve as if protecting yourself from giving it away. And for that whole year that went by, things had gone that way. You knew that you were trying your hardest to make it up to Steve, even though he didn't know why you had made it your mission to do that. There was no day that you talked to Bucky about how you two were going to tell him and the conversation always ended with a 'soon'. But that ‘soon’ never came up. But as the anniversary of your sin came around you didn’t know how you knew that Steve was now aware of the deadly sin.

(STEVE'S POV)

Since the day Y/N and Bucky came back from Wakanda, Steve knew something was different with them, but he couldn’t put his finger on it then. He didn’t let that bother him as he was focused on his best girl. Two weeks without her had been worse than the week he had gone on his mission. So, it was no surprise he had bed her that night as he whispered every single thing he had missed of her, how much he had yearned for her. Steve gave everything he had to offer that night, and she gave back all she had as well. But Steve had to admit that it was different from the other times they had shared a bed together. Again, he let the bad feeling go away as he told himself that he had probably missed her so much that he’d forgotten how sex felt.

But then he started to notice that she was trying to always make him happy. And he noticed that little thing when she stopped having little fights with him. Whenever a fight would start, she would stop after realizing what she was doing. Even if Steve knew she should have won the fight, she would let him have it, she would say that he was right or that it didn’t matter anymore. That was the first red flag that his brain denied to truly grasp because she never gave up that easily.

Then one day after a couple of months after her mission with Bucky, she had forgotten her phone on the nightstand after being called in for a last-minute meeting. Steve noticed that it was unlocked, and the battery low from being on for over an hour. But before he could put it to charge, his attention was drawn to a text message from Bucky. She had been texting Bucky before she had left for the meeting. It read the words 'we really need to tell Steve'. He scrolled down reading the messages before that. She had texted Bucky back when he had asked if she had told him about ‘it’. But they never mentioned what the 'it' was. He’d wondered what the hell would require such secrecy, but his mind came up with nothing grave. It never did. Until another couple of months had passed.

Steve now knew that something was killing her and Bucky inside. The way she acted whenever he found her and Bucky whispering to each other. Steve acted like he never noticed, but now he knew they were hiding something far from innocent, but his brain refused to go there. Then he noticed something he hadn’t seen before; they were closer than they had been before the mission. Yeah, he knew she and Bucky were close friends. But now there was no personal space between them anymore. Before Wakanda, they had always been close but not that close. Steve started to notice the way that Bucky touched her arm or when he grabbed her hand or her checks. It seemed too natural for them, but he knew it wasn’t the same way he did those things, no, but he knew then that they had broken a barrier that they shouldn’t have. Steve knew that they had done something that would destroy him if it would ever be confirmed, and if he was being honest, he didn’t want to know. But the dammed day he noticed that he couldn’t help himself but go back to those ten months that had passed by and analyze every single thing that had changed with his girl and his best friend. Should he even call them that?

Every little thing he had tried to ignore before was now falling into pieces of a puzzle he hadn’t asked for. Their weird actions toward him, like her not wanting to fight him or Bucky being uncharacteristically okay with every rash decision from him; it was all because they were trying to make it up to him. But even though, Steve knew they had fucked up in some way, it was really his fear of the truth that had him racking his brain trying to think what they could possibly have done to make them act like that. But he knew he should stop lying to himself and let it sink in. And dammit, he almost broke a table when he admitted it to himself. They had slept together.

For a week he spied on them. This time with the mission to see if there was more going on. He waited for them to see if they would fess up, but it had been two months of nothing, and he was tired. Steve was sure she had noticed his change of attitude by the year mark, and he was getting tired of their constant tip-toeing around him. He couldn’t sleep knowing the woman he loved, shared a bed with, and his best friend who he would have done anything to protect were lying to him while they lied to themselves with the promise that one day they would tell him the truth.

(…)

Steve, Bucky, and Y/N were training like every other morning, but this time everyone could feel the awkward and tense air. For some reason, she sensed a feeling of disappointment from Steve and his eyes were only confirming that feeling. And that had been her breaking point, she couldn’t take it anymore. She stopped what she was doing, and walked towards Steve with determination in her eyes. Bucky saw her face and knew exactly what she was about to do. He thought of stopping, pull her aside and tell her that it wasn’t the right time, but he knew better than to keep that lie up. He had to face his demons.

"Steve, we need to talk. It’s really important," she said with a slight shake in her voice. Steve put the weights down and looked at her with such hard eyes that she almost regretted saying anything.

"What?" She knew that Steve knew when he let venom escape him with that simple word. She swallowed hard before looking at him straight in the eyes.

"I know now that you know, Steve. I see it in your eyes,” her voice trembled with the promise of tears if she dared speak any further.

Steve glared at her and he let out a scoff as his face darken with disgust.

"Really? So now you want to tell me—” he turned his whole body toward hers, “—it only took you, what, a whole year? It took you a year to finally get the decency to tell me that you and Bucky slept together while you two were in that mission."

She couldn’t help but flinch at his righteous accusations. Bucky wasn’t far behind Y/N’s trembling body.

"Steve, we’re sor—” Bucky didn’t get to finish the apology because now there was no stopping Steve’s anger from coming out like bile.

"You better not try to apologize, James—” the man flinched at the usage of his first name, “—you don’t get to tell me that you are sorry for sleeping with her. Neither of you get to throw that word at my face after all this time. Because I don’t care, I don’t trust you. You both destroyed my trust."

Bucky looked horrified at the realization that he had broken the most fragile thing in the world, and it was because Y/N and him had really done that.

"Steve, it didn’t mean anything. It was just a mistake, we know it was. We don't like each other that way nor love each other. We are just friends that one day realized that there was sexual tension, and took that as an excuse to fuck once. We never meant to hurt you," her eyes were now full of tears, her voice barely a whisper because she didn’t think it could go any higher even if she tried.

"She’s right, Steve.” Bucky stepped closer as he spoke, “the week that you left prior to our mission we were training, and somehow then we realized there was sexual tension. We avoided each other that week and the week after that, and then Fury called us for that mission, and everything went to crap. But we only slept together once, Steve, no more than that. Not even kissing before or after that day. Like she said, we know we fucked up."

Steve was shaking, and it was clear anger had consumed him. The usual sweet man was gone, and it was replaced with the man they had created due to their sins.

"Do you think I care that you both slept together just once? You both had sex, you fucked each other, and waited a whole fucking year to tell me. I don’t give a rat’s ass if it didn’t mean shit to either one of you!” Steve turned his harsh gaze to the woman he once loved, “you cheated on me. And God! To think that I almost asked you to marry me four months ago. I was thinking of making you my best man for God's sake, James! Because, guess what? You were my best friend. I can't let that go. I can't forgive you for this. Neither of you. The damage is done. And, you know what? I'm not angry, at least not anymore. I just…feel betrayed by the people who I thought loved me as much as I loved them. I don’t think I'll ever forgive either of you for this. So, if you'll excuse me, I have to move out of your room."

"No, Steve wait, please don’t. I can’t…I can’t lose you. I'm sorry, we really are.” She knew it was now useless to plead, but she needed to try, their story couldn’t end like this. She couldn’t breathe as she saw him grabbing his things ready to walk out of their lives. But before he turned to leave, he gave one last glance at her and Bucky.

"You lost me the minute you didn’t stop yourself from sleeping with him."

And as the door closed behind him, Y/N let herself fall to the ground, her knees hit the ground and just as she did, she felt Bucky grab her from behind. Just like her, he was crying trying to hold in the sobs that tried to escape him, but that was something she couldn’t do.

Bucky had lost his best friends because of a mistake, and she had lost the love of her life because of the same mistake.

That night she came back to her room to find it bare of Steve’s things. She hadn’t noticed how his things had been the reason why her room looked full, why it had always felt homey. That night she passed out after hours of crying into her pillow.

Within a week after the truth was out, the whole team found out what had happened with the once-thought unbreakable trio. Steve had moved not just out of her room, but he had gotten himself an apartment. Steve still showed up for missions, even those where he had to work with Bucky or Y/N. Neither of them tried to talk to him, granting him the space he needed, but after a couple of months, they tried to see how Steve was doing. But their attempts were in vain as he didn’t answer the door, never answer their texts if they were not related to work and phone calls were never answered, or voicemails were probably never heard. Steve talked to the rest of the team, and no one could deny the man had changed. He would come over and train but would walk out as soon Bucky or Y/N tried to make a move on him.

She had lost the love of her life; she had lost her everything. And all because she couldn’t control herself. She didn’t start dating Bucky, neither of them ever entertained that idea. They didn’t lie to him when they told him that it had been just sexual tension that had led to one night of regrets. But it was too late to get him back. She would never have him back, and she doubted Steve would ever forgive Bucky.

God, I still can’t believe all that happened last summer.

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labyrinthsofyou · 4 years

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bedside tables and bedsheets

pairing: wong yukhei & female reader

genre: fluff & smut

warnings: blowjob, cumplay, fingering, kneeling, (a) mirror, oral and a little sugary sweet

words: 16, 899

summary: it’s move in day for yukhei.

wong yukhei loves his sleep.

he sleeps early when it is possible. he will pull the comforter high up to his neck and curl up into a ball and ignore everything else while his eyes close, his breaths even out and he goes off dreaming.

in the mornings yukhei rather stay in bed. it will take him several alarms ten minutes apart and someone shaking his shoulder and calling his name before he rolls over with a groan. he’ll sit up with his hair messy and eyes squinting at the sunlight filtering into the room and wish he can go back to his dream.

but if yukhei has no schedules he will sleep in. his soft snores will slip from his slightly parted pillowy lips until it’s lunch time or later. he'll catch up on all the rest he has missed in hopes his mind and body forgives him for all he puts it through at times.

it’s a little different today though.

yukhei has no schedules. he can sleep in until whenever to make up for not getting enough sleep these past weeks and last night because he slept late. but he doesn’t because he’s been awake since dawn. that one alarm he sets is enough to do the job today and makes him sit up in bed with the morning rays seeping pass the curtains. yukhei gets out of bed and after waiting in line for the bathroom, he greets his friends as they all meet in the kitchen and living room.

then the seven of them partake in a little of the chopping, stirring, pouring and setting up before the hot breakfast is place on the table. the food is shared with lots of loud laughter and past memories until it’s time to clean up.

yukhei gets ready soon after. he checks the boxes. he makes sure what he wants and needs are together.

everything is in place because six weeks have passed since you had asked him that very night to move in with you. each moment free of recording and practices have been filled with well thought out discussions, wondering questions and long lists between you and him together before it had been all figured out.

he is really doing this with you and a new adventure you will begin together.

and when the rest of the city slowly wakes on a peaceful sunday morning to enjoy the leisure day, yukhei holds onto two stacked up large containers. each is filled with jackets and coats. he peeks to the side to make sure of the clear path for his feet. he carefully follows you down the quiet floor until you see the familiar numbers on the front door.

you stop and yukhei nearly walks into you with a short laugh. you prop the box with his t-shirts and sweatpants against the wall as you press in the code on the keypad. once you hear the beep, you open the door and hold it with your foot for yukhei to follow in behind you. sneakers are left on for the moment as your feet move against the wood floors of the short hallway and you make a mental note to remember to clean them later.

“we can just set everything in the middle of here now. is that okay with you?” you question, standing in the living room.

yukhei nods. “yeah, that fine. i'll sort it all out when everything is up here,” he says as he gently puts down the containers. you place the box in your hands down next to his and turn to him.

“how many do you have again?” you ask, stepping closer to him and taking a few deep breaths.

he faintly shakes his head and places his hands on his hips. “not many. i think we can just take two more trips downstairs and that will be all,” he tells you with a small grin.

a short nod you give him. “let’s go then,” you whisper, tiptoeing and pressing a quick peck onto his mouth before you begin moving down the hall again.

it ends up being three more trips though. but you think it’s okay because when the last of the boxes and bags are hauled into the apartment and the sneakers are finally toed off, you and yukhei stare at all he has brought with him. it looks like a bit like mess right now.

yet it’s a beautiful mess that has your heart skipping and you rambling.

“so which box do you want to start with first? i can help you sort whatever you need and you can put them where you like. i moved my clothes to the third and fourth drawers on both dressers so you don’t have to bend down too much. you know, in case your back or your waist is bothering you. if you don’t have enough space, i’ll see what else we can do to move some stuff around. or if we really need to, we can pick up another dresser and squeeze it in somewhere. and also-”

his strong arms suddenly encircle your waist and cut off your words and your thoughts. yukhei holds you close, your back pressing against his chest. you hear the deep inhale he takes, that scent of vanilla from your body wash and shampoo and the floral hints from your perfume you have dabbed behind your ears hit his senses as he lowers his head to rest his mouth alongside your skin.

and then he chuckles, the low sound tickling you. “calm down, babe.”

you shift in his arms and turn to face him. almost instantly yukhei presses his forehead to yours and you wrap your arms around his waist. there’s a sparkle in his large eyes and a tender beam playing on his mouth while he stares at the nervous pout on your face.

“and also i cleared the refrigerator too and we can go food shopping later…if you want.”

yukhei shakes his head, laughing at you fondly and loudly and bringing a hand up to cradle your warm face. you grip onto his shirt when he bends down to leave a few sweet and affectionate kisses onto your lips. a shy smile little by little emerges out and you let out a slow sigh.

“i want you to be comfortable and have everything you need.”

he lowers his head again and places a quick peck to the tip of your nose. “i feel comfortable, great actually.” yukhei isn’t just saying this to pacify you because he really does. “and if i need anything i will let you know. but as of now i have everything i need, okay?” he quietly reassures you.

yukhei’s staring intently at you then with a little goofy lovestruck smile that illuminates his whole face and your whole heart because his words mean more than just the boxes and bags of his things. his arm around you tightens and his face warms up too fast and you feel the butterflies swarming in your stomach. you stand on your toes to brush your mouth to his. he hums softly in response when you pull back and rest his forehead alongside yours again.

your bodies sway together, melting against one another for a moment before you remember.

“i have something for you.”

you unwrap his arms from you and yukhei watches you walk back down the hallway and making the short turn to left, only appearing seconds later with something grey in your hands.

“i forgot when you first walked in,” you glance down at his sock covered feet and giggle as you show him the brand new fuzzy grey slippers in your hands. “i know you already have a pair before too, and it’s really not much.” you look back up to meet his eyes and lightly shrug. “but i don’t know, i thought it would be nice to have a new pair since you will be here every day instead of just sometimes,” you tell him quietly, feeling a little ridiculous at saying it aloud.

yukhei chuckles, his heart warming at all you are trying to do and make him feel. he takes the gift in your hands and gently plops them onto the floor. he slips his feet in and it’s a perfect fit. his gaze finds yours and he leans forward, his smiling mouth right next to your own grinning lips.

“thank you,” he whispers, bestowing you with a short and tender kiss.

there’s a bashful beam on your face. “and we match, too.”

your words make him look down briefly and you wiggle your foot that is in the fuzzy pink slipper. he’s still smiling brightly and giggling now too before giving you a quick kiss.

“you ready to help me start finding a place for everything?”

and you grin widely because you are.

you take out his clothes, laying it into piles on the bed and fix any wrinkles that has occurred during the packing process. yukhei places them into the drawers, making sure they fit in neatly. long sleeves and t shirts go in the top drawers. jeans and sweatpants are in the second drawer of one dresser while shorts and all his simple and colorful underwear are in the second drawer of the other. you pull out the new packs of hangers you had purchased. yukhei hangs up his shirts, hoodies and sweaters in the bedroom closet and his jackets and coats in the entrance closet. he drops his rolled up socks into the basket next to yours behind the standing mirror placed in the corner of the bedroom by the window.

“how much did you leave behind?” you ask, leaning against the door as yukhei puts the small jewelry box with his necklaces and watches on top of the dresser.

because after the discussions and going through all the scenarios and considerations of his schedules at times, yukhei leaves some things back at the dorms. during promotion periods everything becomes too packed. he barely gets a few hours of sleep. he will always be on the go. it will be best for him to stay at the dorms then.

yukhei had hesitated at first. he should be staying with you because the whole point of moving in with you had been to actually live with you when he was in the same city. but you had placed your forehead to his while rubbing your hand down his chest.

“it’ll be okay. you don’t get much rest during promotions and the going back and forth on the tighter schedules will be too hard.” you had smiled reassuringly. “it’ll be like any time you have to travel for filming. so it won’t be always, just sometimes. think of it like that, okay?” you had leaned closer in, your fingertips moving up to graze against his warm cheeks and sharp jawline. “and besides, when you come back, the reunions are the best.”

a sweet and teasing curl of your mouth and kiss you had given him as the corners of his lips faintly twitched up. and in the end, it had taken yukhei another two days and a long conversation with you and a discussion with his members before he had finally agreed.

“enough clothes to last me a little over a week. the auntie comes to help with the laundry so i don’t have to worry so much about not having something to wear,” he says while placing his bottles of cologne on the dresser top. “but i left just a little of everything i have here with me that i will need when i am there.”

you nod and watch as he takes out his glasses cases and a scented candle with notes of jasmine and rose that has been halfway burned away so far from the storage container. he sets them up on the opposite side of his jewelry box and colognes with a smile.

“i did leave that picture of us though,” he says with his cheeks flushed. yukhei turns and finds your curious gaze. “from the fanmeeting.” you faintly bob your head, immediately knowing the photo he’s talking about.

the one where his smile beams so brilliantly on his face it rivals the sun. yukhei is hugging you backstage after the event because you had surprised him. he doesn’t remember who had taken the photo. he doesn’t even remember it being taken. he just remembers feeling incredibly happy with his heart so full from the fanmeeting and your unexpected presence, he had been pumping with adrenaline for the entire night.

you tilt your head and your face heats. “don’t you have pictures on your phone though?”

yukhei laughs lowly, running his hands through his hair. “sometimes it’s not the same as a photo in a picture frame next to you,” he reasons. even if he will not be staying there for the most part, when he does, yukhei wants it to still feel personal.

that photo will help.

you move to stand next to him, tiptoeing to give him a tender peck against his bashful smile. “you’re a romantic, you know that?”

he nods with a teasing raised eyebrow. “or maybe i just really like looking at your pretty face before i fall asleep.” you playfully roll your eyes and yukhei giggles infectiously and warmly. “i left my toothbrush there too, so maybe we can just go buy one later after we finish here.”

“i have an extra one in the bathroom closet.” a habit it is of yours to keep an extra of the little things for emergencies. “unless you have a color preference, you can take it,” you suggest while you lean your head against his wide shoulder, staring between the two tops of the dressers.

a his side and a hers side.

you hum quietly and delightedly at the sight.

yukhei chuckles. “i actually do have a color preference.”

you angle your head to look up at him, watching a mischievous smile form on his face when he turns to you. “and what color would that be?” you go along with soft laughter and a twitch of an eyebrow.

“well what color do you have?”

you playfully narrow your eyes at him. “it’s green.”

he lowers his head and brushes his mouth against yours. “hmm, that’s just the color i wanted.”

you lightly hit his chest while he puckers very sloppy and wet kisses to your cheek that makes you squeal and squirm. when yukhei eventually stops, his mouth rests against your skin and he whispers quietly, “thank you.”

a smile comes out in front of him. “you’re welcome.”

and then the unpacking continues on.

his set of weights is placed right next to your rolled up yoga mat in the corner of the living room. his bath towel hangs besides yours in the bathroom while his extra ones are folded and placed in the bathroom closet on top of yours. the handful of caps, hats and beanies he has go into the closet with the jackets and coats. his rolling suitcase stands alongside yours in the closet underneath all the dresses, sweaters, hoodies and shirts. he lines his sneakers up in rows right besides yours in the shoe closet. the few schoolbags and expensive bags he brings with him hang and sit next to yours in the hallway closet. and the two pictures he brings of him with his members stand right next to the three pictures of you and him on the desk besides the television.

it takes the rest of the morning and lunch of a large order of green onion chicken and beef rice noodle soup with his favorite cola to share to get through it all.

the floors have been wiped. the containers are stacked up and against the wall inside the storage closet. the bags have been tied up into balls and placed in the cabinet underneath the kitchen sink for future use. the bed is no longer covered in clothes and the middle of the living room floor is cleared.

everything finds a place and all the space and nook and crannies in the tiny apartment are utilized.

you stand by the bedroom door and stare. relief is suppose to fill you but you let out a quiet groan. it almost looks perfect. how you could have forgotten it on the list, you don’t know.

when you had been thinking about him moving in, it had been one of your first initial thoughts and reasons. when you and him had your discussions, yukhei had even stood in the bedroom with you to observe the space just like you had done. he had even noticed it too.

“yukhei, i think we forgot something,” you call once you hear him exit the bathroom.

he comes to stand next to you, leaning against the doorframe as his eyes scan the room. you count silently in your head to see how long before he sees what is missing. three seconds to a minute and you hear his deep laugh while yukhei shakes his head because he realizes it now too.

to the left side of the bed, his side, is an empty space.

“we forgot a bedside table,” he says as you close the gap between your bodies. your arm circles around his middle while his wrap around your shoulder. “was it on the list?”

“i thought i had written it down, but i guess i forgot. we even talked about it, too,” you sigh. “i really thought we could have had everything done today and it’ll be perfect so you could relax and enjoy your first official day in here and not worry about anything.”

you hadn’t wanted him to come back after a long day of practicing and recording to organize or figure out what else he needed. you had wanted him to feel at ease. you had wanted him comfortable without any worries. so when he had been told about this day off, you and him thought it would be best to make sure the moving in and unpacking would be done today.

you're not certain when he will get his next day off. yukhei isn’t so sure himself either.

“umm, maybe i’ll just keep what i need on the floor for now.” your brows furrow and there’s a pout on your face when he glances down. “or i use a chair.” you shake your head, not fond of the idea either. yukhei places a gentle kiss on your forehead. “so how are we going to solve this little problem of ours then?” he whispers with a soft chuckle.

you hum softly and turn to the bare spot. you think for a moment before staring up at him with a grinning face. “would you like to go on a little trip?”

yukhei smiles. “i’ll go anywhere with you, babe.”

and he does.

your fingers are intertwined with his as you enter the store with the familiar blue and yellow hues covering the outside of the building.

it is quiet for a sunday afternoon and yukhei hugs your waist on the escalator ride up to the second floor.

“is there a specific color you want?”

a response you wait for but don’t receive. you turn to him, only to find him staring in curiosity and wonderment as you step off the escalator with the showrooms coming into view.

“yukhei?” he glances down at you with a tiny grin when you call his name. realization hits you then. “have you ever been here before?”

the tips of his ears turn pink and he shakes his head. “i remember ordering some things from here for the dorms. but other than that, no, it’s my first.” and that curve of his mouth almost turns shy.

you reach up with a bright beam to slightly fix his cap so you can see his face better. your hand finds his soon after and fingers are laced together. “c’mon, babe. let's go take some mini house tours,” you whisper with a tug.

those beautifully staged pictures he has seen on a screen becomes a reality then.

yukhei walks through the clean and modeled kitchens. he likes the feel of the cabinet doors’ wood grains against his hands. once he’s standing by the stove and stares at you sitting on one of the chairs at the kitchen island, he finds himself thinking about breakfasts and dinners with you.

“what would you like to eat?” he stirs the wooden spoon in the large empty soup pot.

you throw him a playful wink. “as long as it’s made with love, baby, anything.”

yukhei saunters into the decorated living rooms. he examines the bookshelves and the lamps. he sits and lays on the soft couches and chairs with a pleased smile. when you take a seat beside his reclining body, quickly kissing his puckered plump lips, he envisions the date night ins of movies and your and his favorite take outs.

“you know these feel like great make out couches.” he stares dreamily at you.

your bottom lip catches between your teeth to keep from smiling wide. “i think we should buy what we need before we get banned from coming here.”

yukhei enters the cozy bedrooms and your hand is firmly in his. he fluffs the pillows and looks into the wide spaces of the closets and the bedside tables that match. he snaps a quick giggling selfie picture with you in front of the familiar standing mirror in the corner of the room. then he catches you grazing and studying the soft bedsheets, he imagines how every morning and every night will be like with you.

“it’s going to be nice to kiss you when i wake up.” he squeezes your hand.

you hum softly and serenely. “it’s going to be nice to kiss you when i go to sleep.”

and all yukhei wants to do then is to kiss you right underneath the fairylights decorating this space until he can’t catch his breath and you feel dizzy. but you move away too swiftly before his lips brushes yours. he listens to your faint giggles with eyes fixed on your sweet smile while you pull on him to follow you.

“we’re never going to find what we need if we don’t keep going,” you tell him with a glint flickering in your gaze.

yukhei takes the two long strides to be side by side with you. but he drops your hand within seconds, favoring to hold you close with his large hand settling on your waist. a little more walking and admiring of the kitchen tables and chairs and office desks before you finally come into the section of what he needs.

his brows scrunch up as he studies the different styles and colors. yukhei looks between the traditional and the modern. he notes the black browns, grey stains, medium browns and white oak. or perhaps he should lean towards the clean white like the one he remembers on the right side of the bed.

he’s not sure what to pick.

“should i pick something that matches yours?” yukhei questions while turning to glance at you.

you shake your head though. “it’s your room, too, baby.”

almost instantly you feel your heart skip then because those words feels different yet extremely nice to say out loud. you watch as a boyish grin gradually spreads across yukhei’s face. to hear the sentence roll past your pretty mouth makes him feel excited.

“it doesn’t matter to me if they match. just pick whatever you like.”

and this time you don’t move away when he erases the small distance between your mouths. the kiss is chaste and soft but it still leaves your face warm and the quicken rhythms in his chest.

it takes a little time sorting out the possible choices and asking for your opinion too before he makes a decision. yukhei ends up almost matching with what you already have. he chooses the same two chest drawer style with clean lines and smooth running drawers but in the black brown instead.

“we have to go downstairs to the warehouse to pick it up,” you inform him while taking a quick picture of the tag for reference. “i still have the tool kit i bought with it last time so we don’t have to worry about that.”

yukhei takes your hand as you make your way out of the section. you take a look at the shelves and closets he rivals in height. he sits on the couches and pulls you down with wiggling eyebrows so you can test how comfortable they are. when you're looking for the descending escalator, you hear the excited laugh beside you.

he spots all the pretty and vivid colors and decorations of the children’s section. you feel the tug on your hand and follow him towards all the mini tables and chairs and to so many plushies.

puppies, pandas, elephants, monkeys and more, yukhei laughs and hugs the harmless zoo surrounding him.

“you know what we should do,” he starts and you hum, turning to look at him when he speaks. he picks up the big lion plush, petting the soft mane and stuffing filled body as if it is real. “we should get this one.”

your giggle yukhei hears amongst the shoppers around as you place the polar bear in your grasp back on the shelf. “and why is that?” you question curiously, your fingers reaching out to the wildlife in question.

the corners of his lips curl upwards while he looks down at the lion. “so when i’m not there, it’ll be like i am. you can hug him while you sleep and pretend it’s me.” yukhei lets out a short laugh.

for a brief second, you chew on your bottom lip wondering what he is thinking about and having an inkling of what he might be. his gaze find yours and you give him a tender smile.

“you’re not scared of the competition? because i might end up hugging him every night no matter what then.” you quietly tease him.

yukhei chuckles then, his eyes dramatically shifting between the stuffed plush and you. he playfully and sadly shakes his head and puts the lion back with the rest of them. “sorry, buddy, i can’t share her with you.”

you close the space between your bodies with a laugh and wrap your arm around his waist. you lean against his tall frame as he waves goodbye to the lion. his hand settles on your hip, two fingers sneaking into the loop of your jeans to press you close.

“in case you don’t know…” yukhei stares down at you, catching the tiny twinkle in your eyes. “i don’t need another lion. just one.” you murmur truthfully.

instantly he feels the warmth across his face. he presses his mouth to your forehead and you feel the growing smile against your skin. despite the conversations and talking from the people surrounding you then, it’s silent for a minute between you and him as your eyes finish taking in what’s around you. and when you nearly walk around in the full circle of how the store is set up, you remember. you pat his stomach lightly and look up. yukhei turns his attention to you and quietly hums.

“i forgot to bring you to one of, if not the best place here,” you tell him as you quickly take a glimpse at the signs and arrows and motion him to follow along

the journey just takes a quick minute towards the up escalator to the third floor and then you hear the faint gleeful chuckle next you because you know him all too well. a way to yukhei’s heart and how to always make him smile is food. and how has he not smelled the food until this moment, he’s not sure. but yukhei definitely smells it now and it smells delicious.

you pull on his hand to look at his watch and note the time. “this can be our dinner.” the gentle tug on his shirt takes his interest away from the café and he looks at you. “and then we’ll go pick up what we need. how does that sound to you?”

yukhei smiles and nods in agreement before turning to read the menu in front. it takes a few minutes of deciding and counting the number of dishes he wants to eat. you have to laugh at the amount of food you and he order together because it can feed at least four people.

but he laughs beside you. “don’t worry, i’m sure we’ll figure it out.”

and you do.

yukhei grins blissfully at the taste of the meatballs and potatoes with the bit of jam. he claps his hands in approval at the pork ribs and fries. he gives you a thumbs up at the fried rice when he takes a spoonful of it. he happily holds the piece of fried chicken to your mouth for you to take the first bite. you laugh, smiling at how relaxed he looks as each plate of the food is shared and gradually disappears into your mouths. and once he tries the slices of blueberry and apple pies at your giggling insistent because of your insatiable sweet tooth, yukhei stares at you with his stomach almost as full as his heart.

“i love you. you know that, right?”

your gaze on him under the bright lights softens while you feel the tugs on your heart. slowly you bob your head and close the small distance between your mouths. apples, cinnamon and a hint of blueberries linger between the gentle kiss and you watch yukhei lick his lips when you pull back.

you tap on the bill of his cap. “you like the pies?” you mischievously question.

he hums faintly with a boyish beam that makes the corner of his eyes crinkle and your cheeks warm.

“my favorites, babe.”

when there are just crumbs left of the desserts and the plates are put away and the table is clean of everything, the mission to finish the reason for this trip continues. you take the escalators down with your fingers tangled to his. your feet land on the polished grey floors and you peek up at the signs. yukhei takes a glimpse at you while your eyes dart to the store transit map too.

“it says the warehouse is this way. are you looking for something though?” he curiously asks.

you nod slowly and turn to him. “yeah, i forgot to pick up something before.” you give him a slight pull to the left. “it’ll be quick, okay? and i’ll need your help.”

yukhei raises his eyebrows at your last statement but follows your lead. it takes a few left turns and some right turns and in between getting lost within the light fixtures and the artwork he’s admiring before you stand where you want to be.

“i didn’t know you needed bedsheets,” he reaches to feel the soft material of them.

you stare up at him momentarily, your bottom lip caught between your teeth when he focuses on you. “i didn’t know either until we were upstairs looking at the bedrooms. in case you haven’t noticed, my sheets are currently a shade of strawberry ice cream pink.” you shrug slightly with an embarrassed smile as your gaze faces back to the item in question. “i just thought maybe this could be something new, too… for us.” even if he has slept in your bed many times before today, it will be his too. “and it’ll be fitting to have new sheets to make you feel comfortable in the bed.” yukhei laughs at the tiny pun you make and what you also don’t seem to realize. “so maybe you can pick a new set.”

people around you are talking, but the voice you want to hear is silent. your eyes and touch skim the different colored bedsheets waiting for his answer when yukhei lets go of your hand and his strong arm suddenly snakes around your waist. he holds you close. you feel his warm breath against your ear.

“as long as it’s you in that bed with me, i don’t care what color they are,” he whispers. his voice is low, teasing and honest because it really is the truth.

the faint squeak escapes your lips immediately and you turn to find his gaze intense and shining at you underneath the cap. yukhei bends down and kisses you tenderly. he pulls back and licks his lips with a charming beam.

he readjusts his cap. “you still want me to choose one?” his tone is soft and playful.

you squeeze his forearm and the way your lower lip slightly juts out all the while giving him a puppy stare has yukhei laughing because he gets his answer. he leaves a quick kiss to your temple and turns to the options in front of him. it takes him a moment to remember the powder blue comforter on your bed. then his long finger taps onto the crisp white with an endearing smile.

“it’ll go with your comforter in case you’re wondering about that, too.”

his words tease, but yukhei feels nothing but gratitude for you as he presses his lips to the apples of your cheeks.

then with the set of new bedsheet and matching pillowcases in the correct size tucked underneath his arm with your hand connected to his, it takes another round until you’re reading the signs again. yukhei pushes a cart to stand beside you with the bed sheets already inside. a quick peek you take at the picture of the tag on your phone and the numbers before you amble towards the aisle together for what you want. he locates it first and you watch as he nearly effortlessly pulls the heavy package from the shelf and puts it in the cart.

“is there anything else we might need?” you ask, your feet moving in a slow paced unison towards the checkout.

yukhei thinks for a minute, eyes scanning the products piled around him before he shakes his head. “no, i think we’re good.”

the lines are short for today and it doesn’t take long before the receipt is in his hand. the sun is going to set when you walk out. there’s a light spring breeze in the air as you make you way back home. and once you step into the apartment with the bed sheets in your arms and the bedside table package over his shoulder, the sky is a mix of oranges, pinks and purples.

it’s silent in the apartment as yukhei sits on the bedroom floor studying the pieces laid out in front of him and the images on paper. but then he hears the water running from the washer. the new bedsheet and pillowcases will be washed today but they won’t be able to be used until tomorrow when they dry. he glances up momentarily when you walk into the room, noting the jeans you had been wearing all day replaced by a pair of short cotton shorts. you take a seat on the wooden floor and place the toolkit in front of him.

“it looks easy,” yukhei says with a confident grin and threads his long fingers through his hair. “the pictures seem clear enough so it shouldn’t be too bad. how long did it take you to put it together?” he motions to the white one.

you giggle. “three afternoons.” your answer draws an immediate amused snort from him and he covers his mouth to muffle the loudness of it as you playfully pout and swat his thigh. “in my defense i did it alone and it was my first time putting any kind furniture together,” you reason as he pulls you to him.

his large hands settle on your naked thighs and he gives it a light squeeze. yukhei kisses you softly half a dozen times before your tiny grin surfaces alongside his lips.

“it’s one more you built than me though,” he says proudly and his words earn him a pleased hum and nod from you. “maybe we can finish this in one and a half nights with the two of us instead,” yukhei murmurs with a teasing smile on his face and a glow in his large eyes. “are you ready to help me?”

you wrap your arms around his neck and give him a quick kiss. “always, baby.”

but the time that has passed since you put yours together feels too long ago and building it together now feels like a brand new experience.

your brows furrow simultaneously with his when trying to find the correct pieces in the pictures. his satisfied grin matches yours when the screws are twisted and pushed into their designated places. your laughs mix together while you and him try your best at hammering the nails into the back board without it being too loud in fear of getting complaints from the neighbors.

it feels nice to work together to put it together.

and in the end, it doesn’t take you one and a half nights to finish. when the bedside table is standing on the left side of the bed, only three and a half hours have ticked away. the sky outside is dark now and all the streetlights are illuminating the city. the cardboard box is folded up and by the door ready to throw away in the morning. the few extra screws and toolkit you store back away in the storage closet. the bedsheet and pillowcases you have taken out of the washer and it drapes over the drying racks with the humidifier turned on ready to be changed tomorrow.

you lean against the bed, head slightly turned while the corners of your mouth curl up. you watch yukhei pull open the two drawers. it’s quiet in the bedroom and he watches and listens as the drawers rolls out and back into place smoothly and soundlessly once he pushes it close.

yukhei turns around to face you. “that wasn’t so bad. we should buy more furniture to build together,” he suggests with a chuckle. he scoots until his back hits against the bed like yours and finds your eyes. “thank you for the help. we make a pretty good team.”

you hum in agreement, feeling the skip to your heart. you take his hand and thread your fingers through his and lean your head against his shoulder. you stare at his phone and charger and that scented candle he has already placed on top of the space.

“so what’s going to be the first thing you put in there?”

yukhei purses his lips. “you have any suggestions?” he asks, nudging you softly.

thinking for a moment, a giggle abruptly slips from your lips. “i have something.”

you let go of his hand and push yourself up. his head turns and he watches as you climb onto the bed with your slippers dropping from your feet beside him to you crawl over to the other side. yukhei stares after you, unconsciously licking his lips at the sight in front of him because your shorts are short. you reach your bedside table and open the top drawer. the rectangular box you want is in your grasp.

“close your eyes, babe,” you instruct.

yukhei raises his eyebrows at you but does what you say. you take out the box then, crawling back and opening the top drawer of the newly built bedside table to drop it in gently. you push it close and then lay on your stomach, wrapping your arms around his neck.

your breath tickles his ear as you kiss the shell of it right beside his earring. his hands come up, tenderly grazing his fingertips across your skin. “can i look now?”

you nod even though his eyes remain shut. “you can look all you want.”

the chuckle into his ear is sugary and almost seductive while he opens his eyes. his head slightly angles to narrows his eyes at you suspiciously and he notes the mischief in yours. yukhei shifts a little and pulls open the top drawer. his low and deep laugh instantly comes from his chest and he feels the warmth dusting his face when he sees what it is.

the brand new box of condoms he had purchased last week comes into his view.

always he keeps them here for himself to prevent him from forgetting it every time he comes to see you. always he puts them in your bedside table because it was your space, your home.

but it is different now.

you giggle and your arms around his neck loosen to give him enough space to twist his body around so he can look at you better. his expressive eyes shifts between the sweet and devilish beam playing on your lips to the spark glimmering in your eyes.

yukhei bites the corner of his mouth and swallows the tiny lump in his throat. “you trying to tell me something?” he whispers dangerously low.

you nod slowly and lean in to kiss him gently on his soft lips. “hmm, just that i love you.” your tongue teasingly comes out then to swipe his bottom lip. you feel the anticipation and nervousness of what will be in store for you and him. he hears the quiet and tantalizingly noise from your throat. “and that maybe i don’t think i have properly welcomed you yet.”

a faint groan emits from yukhei. his hands come up and cradle your face and he moves bit by bit forward. “how do you plan on that?”

he doesn’t wait for an answer because his grinning mouth teases yours before he finally connects them. you smile into the kiss, pleased at the way his thumbs are caressing your cheeks and how he slightly angles your head to deepen the kiss a little. your arms drop from around him as he slowly gets to his knees. you grip on his shirt while your mouth continues to move alongside his with delighted sighs when he rises and pulls you up with him.

yukhei stands on his feet and you’re on your knees on the bed. his tongue grazes your teeth before it gently prods into your mouth. you swallow his groan when your hands travel up to thread your fingers into his hair. his hands descend, sneaking underneath your shirt. his touch is so warm and he squeezes your waist while you leave him with a nip to his upper lip.

your breaths are labored and so are his as yukhei finds the hem of the shirt you are wearing. you give him a tiny smile and he pulls it over your head and drops it to the floor. his gaze sweeps across your face and travels down to the melon colored satin covering your supple breasts. they look so full and soft and just so squeezable. you let out a breathless chuckle at how he stares and the sound draws his attention back up to your face. he presses his forehead to yours and cups your face. the corners of his wet lips twitch up.

“is this what you had in mind?” yukhei hums while your hands journey to grasp the bottom of his t-shirt. “this kind of welcoming?”

you bite the corner of your mouth but he still hears the little squeal. “hmm, maybe.” your tone is sugary and his chuckle makes your stomach flip. you tug on the material and he gets the hint, helping you remove his shirt.

once it joins your shirt on the floor, yukhei is certain your eyes are lighting up more than before. your touch grazes down his chest, his tattoo and the muscles of his torso before reaching his sweatpants that hang low enough on his hips to give you a peek of the yellow lettering on the band of his boxer briefs. when your fingers are just about to hook onto the edge of them, yukhei takes a hold of your hands. he brings them up to his mouth and puckers a kiss onto the palm of each of them.

“lay down,” he breathes out, nudging you back.

there’s a playful pout on your face he catches because something else is on your mind. he nods and chuckles softly though and lifts your arms to drape over his shoulders. you shake your head and his hands find your hips and his mouth momentarily brushes against your forming grin. yukhei slowly climbs onto the bed, kicking off his slippers too and little by little, moves and lowers you onto the bed with light sweet giggles slipping from your mouths.

your head hits the pillow and you part your legs for him to settle comfortably between them. yukhei leans over you with forearms resting beside your slightly tilted head. there’s a charming beam on his face that makes you feel shy like the first time being noticed by a crush. the spark flickering in his wide eyes as they dance over your face causes the warmth in your chest to bloom. the tip of his nose tickles yours briefly. your fingers reach to push his hair back and lightly scratch his head. yukhei sighs quietly and delightedly at your soft touches.

he leans down to give you a small kiss. “you know all day you have been making sure of everything for me to feel comfortable and that i have what i need.” his words are low and calm. “i don’t know if you realize it, but i just need you.” the heat rushes to your cheeks. “as long as you are here with me and you are happy when i walk through that front door, it will be enough.”

a little shy yukhei feels at his confession. but then the tiny squeak that comes from you as you hug him makes it okay that the tip of his ears are red and he feels a bit embarrassed. his arms move to slide under you and wrap around your waist. he buries his face into the crook of your neck, his laugh muffling into your skin as he breathes in the vanilla and flowers again.

once he raises his head up a minute later, yukhei is met with the beam on your face. it is so pretty and bright and he is left wondering what in the world he doing to be deserving of where he is right now.

your gaze is a little hazy but your heart is a lot full. you wonder if he will always find a way to make you love him more than you already do.

“you’re such a liar when you say you aren’t romantic,” you whisper as your hands slip to grasp onto his arms. his muscles are strong and hard underneath your fingertips.

you lift your head, gently connecting your mouth to his. the kiss is sweet but passionate. yukhei lets go of your mouth with faint nibbles to your bottom lip. he releases a deep breath with a boyish and soft smile on his face.

“but just in case i haven’t said it enough to you today, thank you.”

and his words make you hum softly. they cause the corners of your lips to twitch. they make your breath hitch in your throat. you feel the rhythm of your heart beat a little quicker yet you feel so calm. you cup his face and he watches as you faintly shake your head.

“actions speak louder than words, baby.” there's mischief glittering in your eyes. “show me,” you softly and coolly command.

instantly yukhei lifts an eyebrow and a smirk emerges on his handsome face. you stare at his eyes that slowly turn dark at your challenge.

the teasing curl of your lips coming out encourages him to make his move. yukhei moistens his lips while his hands begin to slide up your body and your feet glide up the back of his legs. his gaze stays on yours while he gently squeezes your breasts. the whine you squeak out causes the beam on his face to gradually widen.

yukhei leans down and slowly brushes his mouth against yours. your hold on his face firms a little as the kiss bit by bit becomes a little more enthusiastic and messy. he gives your breasts another squeeze and he swallows your moan. his mouth trails off yours and you turn your head while he leaves the wet open kisses on your jaw. you run your hands into his hair as he sucks on the base of your neck briefly. yukhei continues an excited path down, drawing sighs from you when he dots kisses over your collarbones and the exposed skin of your chest.

your hands leave his hair and you try to slip them to your back underneath his weight. it takes him seconds to notice your movements and he shifts back a bit, stopping you when you attempt again.

“let me do it,” he murmurs with a small smirk.

a soft chuckle escapes. “be my guest.”

you slightly arch your back and yukhei slides a hand underneath and unhooks the clasp with a simple flick of his thumb and index finger. you raise your arms as he pulls the bra off of you and drops it onto the floor.

there’s a delighted smile on your and his face at the lost barrier. he runs a hand over his mouth, groaning happily while he stares at how you start pushing and cupping your breasts together. you bite the corner of your lips but he still hears the faint little mewl as you play with the supple flesh in your hands.

yukhei likes all parts of you. he really does. he can caress, kiss and hold every part of you for hours on end. but sometimes in times like this, he thinks he might favor some parts more than others.

“baby…”

your needy voice draws him out of the trance. yukhei gently shakes his head with a deep short laugh and soon enough his touch replaces yours. his large hands fits around your breasts so perfectly as he massages and squeezes them just how you like it.

how soft they look never compares to how soft they really feel.

yukhei rolls your nipples between his fingers as he shifts again and lowers his head. with his eyes connected to yours, he latches onto a hardening tip. he sucks and nibbles on one while playing with the other. you slide your hands into his hair again and tenderly move your fingers, stroking his scalp with every action of his mouth. you moan as his tongue flickers across your nipple for a few moments before he switches to lavish the other with his mouth and tongue.

when yukhei finally parts from your chest, he leaves appreciative presses of his mouth to your skin. you catch the faint curl of his plump lips but then he lowering his face, kissing a simple straight line down your stomach until he stops at the edge of your shorts. he moves back again while reaching for the last two articles of clothing concealing you.

but yukhei removes only the shorts though, leaving you only then in the simple lace trim underwear in the same color of your bra that just covers enough of your pussy. he grabs the other pillow besides your head. he gently squeezes and nudges your hips to lift up. you do and he slides the pillow underneath, the added height bringing what he wants closer and higher.

“you okay?” yukhei asks while his hands grips tenderly at your thighs and you spread them wider.

a tiny noise comes from you and you smile faintly. “i’m good.”

yukhei scoots himself down and glances up to find your chest rising and falling steadily as you softly pinch your nipples in anticipation. he lowers his head completely then and turns his attention to what’s in front of him.

you sigh when you feel him press a kiss over your underwear. he nuzzles his nose into the thin and delicate fabric and inhales deeply. you might not see it, but you sense the smile etching across his face right now. he removes one hand off your thighs and brings it to your covered core. he rubs it, his hand creating a warm friction and you whimper quietly at the stickiness that builds.

“how wet are you, baby?” yukhei teases even though he feels it himself.

he finds your gaze for a second and your bottom lip juts out almost innocently when you meet his. “very,” you breath out.

a quiet hum and sweet smile he gives you in response before his head disappears back down between your legs. within moments you feel soft and slow kisses placed along your left inner thigh. yukhei stops right at the edge of the lace and then switches to the other side and does the same.

then he spreads your legs a bit more and pushes the fabric of your underwear to the side. his eyes eat up your soaked folds. you sigh in relief at the removal of the sticky material and the air that grazes your core. but it’s short break because yukhei parts your folds gently to slip a finger into you. you moan immediately and he lets out a chuckle. he’s watching with pleasure at how easily his finger goes in your pussy.

yukhei takes a moment teasing you, his long digit working you before he slips a second one in. your eyelids flutter at how good it feels to be touched and you gasp quietly while your hands begin massaging your breasts.

“baby, you’re so soaked for me,” he coos, while sitting up a little.

yukhei moves to hover over you, his fingers continuing to go in and out of you at a nice steady pace. he softly latches on your parted lips. you let out a needy moan. your hand comes up to cup his face and his tongue is gently sliding into your warm mouth. once he has you a little distracted from the kiss and his fingers, yukhei slithers a third digit into your core.

you whimper at the additional stretch to your walls and your mouth drops from his. but you continue to hold onto his face as you get use to the three fingers in you. he watches the satisfied smile gradually come out before him. soon enough your hands descends to grip onto the comforter beneath your heated body as you slowly begin rolling your hips.

“oh, that feels good.” you let out a breathless laugh. “mmm, baby, your fingers feel so good,” you pant out.

the sticky slick sounds of his fingers drowning in your wetness makes him grunt. you feel the slight cool metal from his rings and smile and whimper at the thought and image of just how deep he is in right now.

“can you take one more?” he whispers

yukhei chuckles at how fast you almost nod and glances down as his pinky goes in too. he feels the pride at the way your eyelids are fluttering and your hips move faster while you gulp for air. yukhei holds down your thigh and curls his fingers then. the high whine you let out and your eyes widening has him smiling devilishly. he does it again and again and the high whine turns to desperate long moans.

you huff, feeling the dampness on the back of your neck. “yukhei, my god- yeah, like that, baby.”

he scoots his body back down then with a grin that makes his cheeks hurt and your gaze follows him. you stare as yukhei removes his fingers from your pussy. your cheeks heat when he sticks his index finger in his mouth with a hum to suck your juices. you whimper at the sight and give him a sugary smile. he slowly nods and moves closer, bringing his hand between your mouths.

there’s a smirk on his face. “here, baby,” he murmurs as you hold onto his wrist.

your eyes locked and your tongues dart out together as both of you lap up what’s on his fingers.

yukhei shifts away first after a minute and you take the last lick with a pleased sigh. he groans happily and moves back, reaching to grip onto your underwear with both hands. you raise your hips a little to help him and the tiny piece of fabric finds company with your bra.

you’re naked now and settling your hips back down onto the pillow. yukhei admires every curve of yours for a long moment. he watches with a proud look as you plant your feet onto the bed and spread your legs. your dripping folds are glistening underneath the lights for him. you run both hands down over your breasts and your stomach until you reach your pussy. you rub the sides of your core, just centimeters from plunging your own fingers in there.

“you know what would feel really nice?” the playful but seductive question brings his gaze back to your face only to find your tongue slowly sweeping over your smiling lips.

yukhei laughs, the deep and low sound making his chest vibrate a bit and you mewl.

“funny because i was thinking the same thing,” he says as he shifts his body down again and lowers his head until he just centimeters away from your pussy.

and at that first lick against your very wet folds, the whimper you let out has yukhei so satisfied and smug.

his hands settle on your thighs, tenderly yet firmly holding them down. he takes another lick and then another, each leaving you craving for a little more. you reach over to put your hands on his head, gripping onto his soft locks.

yukhei hums softly. “so good, baby,” he murmurs in between kitten licks. “you taste so good for me.”

you let out a needy sound and yukhei thinks it’s just melodic. all he wants is to hear more. so he dips his tongue into your pussy and it draws a loud moan. the smile on his face is so wide he can’t help but do it again, going even deeper. you bless his ears once more with a desperate and blissed noise and soon enough he begins a steady pace of diving and swirling his tongue into your wetness.

“baby, don’t stop,” you mewl.

yukhei doesn’t, pushing his mouth into your pussy. you whine and try to close your legs around him, but he stops you. he sucks on your clit then and the action immediately causes you to arch your back. he lets go of your thigh, his large hand splaying on your stomach to keep you down.

“you’re fucking delicious, you know that?” you bring the freed leg to drape over his broad shoulder. he flattens his tongue and drags it up so slowly, the pressure making you squirm. “taste like heaven.”

he’s eating you out to his heart’s content as if you are his final meal.

you feel the tightness forming in your stomach. “yukhei,” you whine. “baby, i want more. please make me come.”

he groans at your request and lets go of your other thigh to bring his fingers to join his mouth in your pussy. you whimper loudly and grasp for his hand on your stomach, shakily bringing it up to cup breasts. he moans into your core at what he can play with now too. each lick and swirl of his tongue between the hard sucks to your clit has yukhei rolling your nipples and squeezing your breasts. the stimulations feel stronger with the passing moments. your sounds come out needier and higher while the fire in your stomach is burning.

“fuck- almost. baby, please don’t stop,” you cry. “i’m close, yukhei. fuck, don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop.” your desperate pleads has yukhei working twice the speed with so much enthusiasm.

you come with strangled whines and the corners of your eyes a little wet. both his hands move to your quivering thighs. he’s massaging them as you ride out the wave. you feel the continual gentle touches of his tongue as he cleans you off in between the sweet whispers to take deep breaths.

when the quivering stops and yukhei finally lifts his head and sits back, the smile is soft on his face. his lips and chin have a coat of shine to them and you watch as his tongue proceeds to come out to clean it off. but you hum, pushing your body up to get close to him because you did not get enough the first time. you cup his face and with a enticing smile, your own tongue darts and lightly swipes over your juices that remain. you finish with a tender kiss to his smirk.

“i don’t think i can ever get tired of your mouth and tongue.” your compliment makes him chuckle softly and a little bashfully. “and i also don’t think i’m done welcoming you yet,” you tell him with a pout when he moves and stands up beside the bed.

yukhei shakes his head because he’s not going anywhere.

“really?” there’s the fake surprise lacing in his tone and it makes you giggle. “what else were you thinking of then, babe?” he questions with an all too knowing beam and you gape as he begins to push down his sweatpants and underwear.

you shift on the bed to go to him and even if yukhei doesn’t need the help, you glance up at him with a grin and rest your hands over his. each tug down together makes you excited and it isn’t long until his cock is out. it slaps softly against his toned torso and you stare for a moment with your bottom lip caught between your teeth to conceal the squeal. he hears you though.

even if this scene of you staring at his cock and anticipating it has occurred too many times to remember anymore, it leaves the pride in his chest.

you still want him as much as he still wants you.

everything is pushed pass his knees and yukhei finishes the job when his bottoms bunch at his feet. you reach out to hold his hand in one of yours as your other softly grips the base of his cock. you look up briefly through your lashes before you lick the precum covered slit. you hum at the taste and yukhei takes in a deep breath before letting it out slowly. he watches with an amused grin as you get into a comfortable sitting position with your legs bent out before beginning to take kitten licks and pepper kisses along his length.

“i didn’t eat you out expecting you to suck me off,” he whispers, caressing your cheek with his free hand.

your head shakes in response, feeling the tugs in your chest. you smile innocently up at him. “well i was about to before, but you had another idea.” your tongue swirls over the tip once and twice before you suckle on it for a moment.

yukhei chuckles lowly, entranced at how much you are enjoying this. “fair enough then, baby.”

you spit a little on his cock for a bit of extra wetness. you stroke him with one hand, your wrist rotating expertly as your other remains in his. “and besides, you always taste so delicious,” you tease him and his jaw clenches. “why wouldn’t i want to?”

he gently and affectionately pats your head and you hum softly. the wink you throw his way before your lips descends over the tip of his cock has him moaning. he feels heavy in your mouth yet it’s so comforting. you begin to bob your head for a minute, drawing deep grunts from his parted lips.

yukhei moves his hand to rest behind your head when you suddenly take him little by little more into your mouth. the quick glimpse up to see his head slightly thrown back leaves you thrilled as you feel a rush into your core. his tip hits the back of your throat and you moan, the vibrations making him shudder for a second. your free hand reaches to hold his taut thigh.

he rolls his neck once before looking down at you. “you ready?”

the faint nod yukhei makes out as you steady your breathing has him slowly starting to thrust.

your mouth is so warm and it feels like velvet. he groans and your grip on his hand tightens. “fuck, is this what you wanted? yeah, you like how i fuck your mouth like this, baby?” he pants out with a grin while his hips begin to jerk quicker.

you moan at his words, feeling more of your wetness pool in your pussy again. each thrust follows with your head bobbing and cheeks hollowing. yukhei watches, amazed at how you can take him back into your mouth with such ease. your gaze finds his briefly and the curl of his lips looks too pleased.

he gasps. “you’re beautiful.” how he wishes you can see it for yourself like this.

yukhei pushes your hair back, continuing to push in your mouth deeper and deeper. his eyelids close momentarily and his composure falters for a second at the pleasure flowing in him. you let go of his hand, both of yours now gripping on his muscled thighs and curling your legs underneath you to sit on them for a better stance.

upon your movements, yukhei opens his eyes and catches the reflection of your ass and the back of your head bobbing in the standing mirror at the corner. he smirks and admires the sight, wondering how he has never fully realized how the mirror has faced this angle towards the bed. he bites his lips, groans still slipping out loudly as he focuses down on you again. he feels the twist in his stomach. the pace of his thrust quickens and tears prickle your eyes.

“baby, fuck, i’m close. yeah- fuck,” yukhei huffs out. “can you take it?”

you moan and that close is closer than you realize because it’s barely a minute before he lets out a choked sound and mutters a string of curses. the thick, warm and slightly salty liquid glides down your throat. his hands moves to caress your cheeks once more as you try to catch your breath through your nose. you glance to see his chest rapidly rising and falling while his hip gradually slows. your hands lovingly rub up and down his thighs as you suck and swallow.

“hmm, you’re too good to me, you know that?” yukhei whispers serenely with a smile.

when you finally pull your mouth off his cock with a pop, a few pearly white droplets of cum flick onto you grinning lips. the tip of your tongue peeks out to clean it up and yukhei leans down to kiss you almost immediately. the pad of his thumb skims your jaw and your arms wrap around his neck. his tongue slides in and he tastes himself. you hold him closer and sigh into his mouth. he nips and tugs on your flesh and parts from your puffy lips.

his nose brushes yours and you smile teasingly. “do you know what i was thinking of? what i kind to want to try now?”

yukhei hums as he nudges you back. the bed dips a little with the added weight. he’s sitting on his heels and you move to him on your knees. one arm remains around his neck while you glance down at his cock. yukhei stares with a smile at your fingertips running up and down his length.

“what?” there’s curiosity laced in his voice.

you swipe your thumb across the slit and the corners of your mouth coil up when your see and feel the faint twitch of his cock. you look up at him then. his gaze on you is loving and soft and it’s hard to miss the mischief in your eyes.

“i want to try waking you up by blowing you.”

and you think the opportunities to do so now will be so much more.

the revelation has his eyes widening and his breath catches in his throat. yukhei wouldn’t need those alarms ten minutes apart. he'll wake up with a grin instead of a groan.

you watch amusingly at how he bites his lip, trying to hold in the moan and failing miserably because the image of being greeted with your warm mouth encasing his cock while your bodies bathe in the morning sunlight looks really good in his head. and as good as the picture looks, yukhei is certain it will feel even better.

the sugary giggle makes him shake his head and he can’t stop his own chuckles from mixing with those cute sounds of yours.

yukhei feels the blush covering his cheeks. “don’t tease me, baby.” he lowers his head while his hands snake behind you. you squeak when he grabs onto your ass.

you smile brightly and wrap your hand tenderly around his cock. it’s still a bit slick from your saliva and you slowly begin to move your touch up and down. “i’m not.”

he grunts at the new sensation and takes a deep breath with a pleased and thrilled smile. “then i’m looking forward to it, babe.” he leaves a quick peck on your mouth and rests his forehead to yours. one hand lifts off your ass to cradle your jaw. “hey, do you know what i just noticed?” his voice is so calm and soft.

you simply shake your head, wondering what yukhei has seemed to discovered. there’s a sweet and almost shy smile on his face as he shifts his head back. he juts his chin out and motions to something behind you. your brows furrow for a fleeting moment as you turn your head.

and what you meet is your reflections and the sight of his hand caressing your ass. you laugh softly because that has always been there. that mirror in that corner of your bedroom facing your bed has never changed. you giggle and shift your position a little for his cock, still in your hand, to come into view of the mirror. you watch while his hand lowers a touch and his fingers disappears underneath. you whimper when you feel the faint graze against your folds. his hand on your face descends to cup your breast and your hand over his cock suddenly moves a little faster.

yukhei shifts his mouth beside your ear, his warm breath fanning your skin. “is the welcoming over yet?” he inquires teasingly.

he chuckles when you turn your attention back to him with a tiny smile and don’t miss a beat in shaking your head. immediately he leans forward to crash his lips to yours in a messy and fervent kiss. he brings his hand back up to cradle your face for a brief moment before he pulls back.

“turn around, baby,” yukhei breathes out.

you let go of his cock and do so with happy beam. you sit on the heels of your feet then with your legs parted while your head tilts the slightest. yukhei rests his chin on your shoulder and your stares connect through the mirror. his hands come up from behind you to massage and jiggle your breasts. he moves down to gently cup your pussy, his middle finger reaching to dip a little into your core. you bite the insides of your cheeks as yukhei leaves short kisses along the curve of your neck before he moves away from you.

your head turns to watch him fisting his cock, giving it a handful of quick pumps with one hand as he reaches into that top drawer of the black brown bedside table. he pulls out that box of condoms you had dropped in earlier and you can’t help but turn around fully then. yukhei looks at you with a prideful smirk as his cock is getting heavier and looking bigger with each stroke of his hand. you stare with a watering mouth and rushes to your pussy at how hard he can quickly get sometimes.

the curl of your lips is sweet as you reach for his cock. “baby, let me,” you whisper.

your touch replaces his hand and even though his cock stands hard and ready to plunge into your dripping core, you can’t resist the feeling of it in your hands.

yukhei slides a finger under the glued flaps of the box. he tears a condom from the strip and places the box back into the drawer.

he rips the foil. “so do we keep them in there from now on?” yukhei asks with a quiet laugh.

you release his cock, your eyes shifting between his glowing handsome face and the condom being rolled on. “hmm, only if you want, babe.”

a quick kiss you press to his chest before turning back around. his arms wrap around your waist. the tip of his nose grazes the shell of your ear and he takes a deep breath. the activities of what you’ve been doing combining with the scents of your body wash and perfume has him feeling a high.

yukhei exhales slowly. “can you get on your hands and knees for me, baby?” his request is low and soft and he catches the excited whimper from you.

he watches for a moment as you lift the corner of the comforter and fold it back. the grip on the bedsheet will work so much better with this position. you bend over happily within seconds and crawl up a few inches to get nearer to mirror. the little shake of your ass before you slightly spread your legs has yukhei grunting softly as he follows behind you on his knees. his legs on either sides of yours, he stares with a dreamy smile at how nice your ass looks.

your workouts are really treating you and him well.

he brings his hands up to smooth over and squeeze your soft flesh as his eyes find yours through the mirror.

yukhei licks his lips. “you good?” he reaches between your legs, slipping two of his fingers into your pussy. you see his eyes widen and the satisfaction blooms in your chest.

your grin is near devilish as you clutch onto the bed sheets and jut your ass out against his cock to rub it. “please.”

he gives his a cock a few pumps and then with one hand gently gripping your hip, yukhei lines up to your pussy. his gaze stay fixed on yours through your reflections as he slowly eases in. you moan at the wonderful stretch of your walls and he groans at how tight you are even after his fingers and tongue. once his cock is fully nestled inside you, his hands run up and down your spine before it stops at your ass. he squeezes it and you whine, wanting him to move already.

“yukhei.”

he catches the pout on your face and yukhei chuckles at your impatience when he thinks it should be him that should be the impatient one with what you are giving him right now.

you see him softly nod and with both hands now resting on your hips, you feel him pull out a little before pushing back into you fully. your instant moan pleases him and he grins, starting with shallow thrusts that draws whimpers from your parted lips.

“you’re so damn tight,” he huffs out.

yukhei slowly begins to pick up a steady rhythm. “mmmhmm, yeah, i want more,” you gasps. “yeah, mmm, please.”

your wish he grants because the pace of his strokes picks up a little speed. your whimpers come out higher and in shorter intervals. yukhei looks down, staring with pride at the sight of his cock disappearing into you.

“fuck, baby, you feel amazing,” he groans. “yeah, you’re taking my cock so fucking well.”

your grip on the bed sheets firms and your back arches while yukhei glances up. he watches you through the mirror as your eyelids shut.

“open your eyes.” you try your best to do so, to look at him and to just observe at how a mess you are right now as he slams into you with a proud smile. “look at how beautiful you are when i fuck you, baby,” he coos in between the thick gulps of air.

his hold on your hips tightens. you feel the slight dig of his short nails into your flesh. he's pounding into you at a relentless pace. the room fills with the sounds of skin slapping skin and the strangled words from your throat.

“oh fuck, yukhei, don’t stop.” you desperately moan. “you feel so fucking good. mmm, go harder, baby, don’t stop.”

despite what you want, your arms are tiring and you slip for a moment, unable to hold yourself up. yukhei slows down his hips a bit. “you okay?”

you whine, wanting him to continue slamming into you. you try to push yourself up on your arms that feel like jelly.

yukhei catches you though before you completely fall, his arms encircling your waist and his hips stop. he pulls you up onto your knees with his cock still nestled in your warm pussy. you immediately reach to hold onto his arms around you, trying to catch your breath and get comfortable kneeling. he pushes your hair to the side. your very damp back presses to his heaving and very damp chest as your head leans against his broad shoulder.

you turn the slightest to find him watching you. his eyes are soft and loving and you bite the corner of your lips to keep yourself from smiling too much.

“hi,” he whispers.

it'll be a lie to say the colony of butterflies aren’t residing in your chest right now and you feel your face heat for different reasons.

“hi,” you respond back.

yukhei tips forward, crushing his mouth onto yours for kiss. it’s wet and eager but the passion and want is there. he pulls back with a sweet peck onto your swollen lips. then his arm stays wrapped around your waist while the other slips under your arm to come up to hold your shoulder, securing you to him.

you know how he wants it now. he presses half a dozen kisses to your shoulder, then to your neck and lastly your cheek and it draws a light sweet giggle that tickles his soul. one hand grips onto his arm around you middle while you bring your other arm back and around his neck. you turn to him and swallow the lump in your throat.

“i love you.”

your sweet words and that shy smile on your face makes his heart want to combust with joy. yukhei presses his forehead to yours and within seconds you feel his cock slide out a little before slowly thrusting back in. you whimper at the new angle he hits you.

unlike minutes before when his thrusts were rough and quick, they’re gentler this time.

the buildup will be slow but the release will be intense.

and you will welcome it.

his hips move languidly as his hand angles down to cup your breast. he pinches and rolls your nipples between his fingers. his mouth settles beside your ear and you hear every low and pleased grunt escaping him. the tantalizing and steady pace has you dizzy and whining at how fucking amazing he’s making you feel. you close the gap between your mouth to kiss him messily.

yukhei releases your lips and puckers an open kiss to your cheek. he turns to stare at the mirror.

“look at yourself,” he murmurs so calmly. you moan, twisting your head to find his large eyes transfixed on your reflections. “baby, look at how gorgeous you are.” his compliment makes you whine before a small grin slowly appears. “so fucking fucked and gorgeous.”

your heartbeat skips, watching that teasing beam on his face while he squeezes one of your breasts. you let go of his arm around your middle and bring it up to your other breast, your motions on your flesh mirroring his. he smiles delightedly at the scene. you whimper at the slight peek of his cock sliding in and out of you. and slowly then you begin to bounce up and down gently to his deep strokes against your walls. the choked moan escapes from his throat as yukhei briefly throws his head back. it makes you smirk proudly.

he gulps. “oh fuck yeah, baby, just like that.” the arm around you firms, holding you close to him while he finds your eyes in the mirror once more. “keep going for me, baby.”

for a minute then you continue to move along his thrusts as your eyes stay together. it’s romantic, intimate and you and yukhei feel the calm despite the rushes in your bodies and the fast rhythm of your hearts.

you grasp his arm again for the balance as you push down harder. the room feels too hot and the sweat on your bodies feels like glue. your mewls and his groans fill up the bedroom and the pit of your stomach gradually tightens.

your whimpers are needy. “mmm, fuck i’m – i’m close, yukhei.”

you watch him nod and the arm around your waist loosens. his hand shifts down, finding your clit. then it’s his thrusts and your bouncing and the added stimulations as he rubs small circles quickly on your clit that has your world is spinning. your body is in overdrive. your arm around his neck tightens and your eyes momentarily shut again.

but you sense the shake of his head.

“look at me,” he tenderly demands.

it takes you a moment, the pressure increasing bit by bit in your stomach as you finally do so. your gaze finds his again in the mirror. the whines and whimpers come out faster and yukhei licks his lips and struggles to breath deep. the sweet and needy noises from you are making the coil in his own abdomen start.

he moves his mouth to your ear, the friction on your clit intensifying. “come on, baby. come for me.” he encourages softly.

you do a minute later with a desperate cry of his name and you swear you see stars. yukhei presses a kiss to your skin and his hips stop as the shiver runs through your body. he holds you so closely, crushing you to him that you see the flexes in his arms. you turn your head and his eyes are dark and you nod as your tongue swipes across your mouth and your hands hold onto his forearms. your wave is still coursing through you, but your sweet bounces on his cock start up again and his steady rhythm of thrusts continue once more.

“yeah, you fuck me so good,” you gasps. “mmm, so good, so good, baby.”

you’re sensitive, your body already gone through euphoria twice now. but the look on his face and that stream of short and heavy grunts tells you yukhei is so close that you don’t care how spent you are. you want him to have another high for the night. your arms drop and move backwards, your grip managing to find his ass.

an innocent smile appears on your face while you coo. “baby, let it go for me.”

the sound yukhei releases when he finally comes is low and deep and right into your ear. it sends the chill down your spine and you lean your head back because you’re clenching around his cock intensely again.

you’re whining loudly as your body is trembling and little crescent moons are pressed into his skin. yukhei remains hugging you tight, whispering sweet praises of how well you did and how good you are. he slowly rides out his wave with a satisfied smile and fills up the condom as you take deep breaths and begin to roll your hips a bit. carefully and gently, he latches on your mouth. you whimper and melt into his kiss that is sweet and warm. you reach up, cupping his jaw with one hand while the other settles over his arms. you sigh into him and slowly part as both your hips finally come to a halt.

it feels like a hot and sticky summer night without air conditioning. there’s a shiny sheen over your bodies and your damp hair matches his. an affectionate peck to your shoulder yukhei leaves you.

“you okay?” the concern is lingering in his tone.

humming and faintly nodding your head, the corners of your mouth twitch up and you feel the tugs on your heart.

always so attentive he is afterwards.

“i’m okay.”

two more kisses he leaves on your skin before he gently lowers you. your hands brace onto the bed before you’re laying down.

his body hovers over you. you hear the deep breath he takes and behind you, yukhei smiles blissfully. you smell so heavenly and inviting, all he wants is to cuddle you right now. his mouth rests next to your ear.

“i’m going to pull out, okay?” yukhei tells you softly.

you nod again and with one arm still around you, he reaches down and tugs his cock out. you whimper at the missing stretch to your walls. he moves away from you and you make your tired body turn around. slowly you prop yourself on your elbow to watch him sit against the heels of his feet and pull the condom off. he hears the soft hum and looks at you staring at him and his cock.

“that was nice,” you murmur with a pleased smile.

yukhei shakes his head and quickly ties up the condom with a chuckle. “that was more than nice. it was amazing. you’re amazing.”

your giggle is light and bashful but the satisfaction fills your chest and paints across your face. yukhei reaches over to grab a tissue on your bedside table. you watch as he wraps it up and stands, taking the foil wrapper still on the bed with him to drop into the mini trashcan in the bedroom. he turns and makes his way back to you.

“do you need anything?”

you shake your head. “just you,” you whisper loud enough for him to hear.

the warmth spreads in his chest as yukhei climbs back into the bed and reaches for a pillow, laying down besides you. it doesn’t matter if you’re currently at the foot of the bed instead or that your bodies are a sticky mess. he wastes no moment in plopping his head on the pillow and raising his arm for you to curl into his side with a charmed grin. you rest your head on his shoulder and he presses you to him as if you aren’t almost stuck to him. his fingertips are soon grazing your skin. there’s a soft and long pucker of his mouth to your forehead that makes you look up with a tiny delighted beam.

your hand settles on his chest, your short nails gently scratching him while you hum. “what time does your schedule start tomorrow?”

“practice is at one.” yukhei lets out a breathless chuckle. “maybe we can have an early lunch… or a late breakfast together,” he quietly suggests with an boyish smile.

he can’t remember the last time he had breakfast with you. there are the occasional lunches every now and then when he has a day off. there are the dinners whenever schedules end early enough. and then there are the late night dinners when he and you have missed each other for too long and you wait up just to eat with him.

breakfast together is a rarity.

his idea makes your stomach flip while you slowly bob your head. “breakfast sounds nice.” you softly brush your mouth at the end of his collarbone.

it's quiet for a minute, the peacefulness enveloping you like his touch. one hand moves to rest on your thigh as you bring it over his. the other takes your hand on his chest and he brings it up. yukhei’s staring, entranced almost at your hand in his. you watch in silence as he threads his long fingers through yours and his thumb lightly caresses back and forth. once he finally stops, he presses kisses along your knuckles.

you chew on the inside of your lip briefly. “what are you thinking about?” you whisper alongside his skin.

the question is simple but it still causes you to feel a bit nervous.

and yukhei contemplates his response for a moment because as easy as the question is, what he will say to you will mean so much.

“right now…” yukhei turns to face you. the corners of his mouth are coiled up and there’s a sparkling glimmer in his eyes. “i’m thinking about what we can eat for breakfast tomorrow.” his words bring an instant smile to your face and laugh into his ears. he leans closer to yours. “i’m thinking about how much i love you. i’m thinking about how much i’m in love with you.” his voice dips and it’s so deep and calming. “i’m thinking about how i am really happy and really excited to be here with you, start this with you.” he licks his lips and takes a slow deep breath. “and i am thinking about how much i don’t want to mess up.”

you don’t miss the faintest crack in his words. you feel the immediate tugs on your heart.

yukhei loves you and he doesn’t want to hold back from you.

a brief smile comes out momentarily.

you shift, moving up the slightest to lay your head right besides his. you lean over, brushing the tip of your nose to his while his arm encircles your naked waist. yukhei lifts his hand up to cup your face affectionately. you clear your throat as a fond and tender beam appears before him.

“do you want to know what i’m thinking about?” you question quietly.

he chuckles lowly and shakes his head slowly. “tell me.”

you softly hum. “i’m thinking about a pre breakfast snack before the actual breakfast.” his sudden laugh is infectious as you give him a teasing smile and he recalls your desire on how to wake him up. “but there are eggs and ham in the refrigerator and i have the milk bread that you like....” the grocery trip with him will wait another day. “so we can have that if you like.”

yukhei nods at the idea and smiles brightly. “is that all you’re thinking about then, babe?”

“no.” you shake your head. “because i’m also thinking about how much i love you. i’m also thinking about how much i’m in love with you.” the curve of his mouth widens. “i’m also thinking about how i am really happy and really excited to be here with you, start this with you.” you tip forward and rest your forehead to his. “and i am also thinking about how much i don’t want to mess up, either,” you finish honestly because you want him to know too.

soft and relieved chuckles about your confessions are rolling pass your lips and his. he slides finger under your chin to bring your mouth to his. it’s a sweet and chaste kiss that leaves you satisfied and him grateful.

yukhei stares at you for a long minute before bobbing his head faintly. “let’s make a deal then.” he clears his throat in the quiet bedroom. “if there is a problem, i want you to talk to me.” there will be adjustments and some getting used to with living together he is sure. “but whatever it is, we’ll figure it out together.” his tone is gentle yet strong. “even if schedules are hectic, even if i cannot be physically here at that moment, i want you to tell me. i want you to know i’m there for you. and if you think you need a moment to just think and collect your thoughts alone, tell me. i will still be there for you and i will wait until you are ready.”

you nod slowly, hearing the heartfelt genuineness in his voice. he lets go of your face and you giggle lightly when he’s holding up his pinky in front of you.

so many qualities you admire about him and how he always makes an effort to do the best in every aspect of his life is one that you love the most about him. you clear your own throat and hold up you own pinky then next to his. yukhei immediately and cutely chuckles at the size difference and finds your gaze.

the smile gracing your face is affectionate and sincere and for only him.

“that’s the same for you, too, okay?” you whisper, watching him softly nod. “if you’re stressed or tired, i don’t want you to think it’s a burden when you walk through the door. tell me how i can help. whether it’s wanting me to sit or lay with you or you need some quiet… even if it’s just food you want, let me know.” he laughs shyly, loving how much you know him. “if it feels like you don’t have the space for something, be honest. this place is yours now, too.” a light kiss you press to his cheek. “and when you go away for schedules…” yukhei stares at you with wide eyes and a boyish smile. “as long as you leave me a sweater, i’m good, okay? so i want you can stop thinking about that too.” you end with a sweet twist of your lips.

your pinky shifts and you hook on his that curls down instantly.

“i will leave you all the sweaters you want,” he murmurs as he closes the distance between your mouths.

you melt into the kiss and him. breaths are heavy in between the slick sounds of saliva. his tongue sweeps across into your parted mouth. yukhei hugs you closer and you turn your body slightly for your chest to press against his. he lets go of your pinky, cradling your face as your fingertips grip onto his shoulders. after a minute he pulls away first with a dreamy beam as air flows into his lungs.

once he finally catches his breath, yukhei hums when you reach up to brush his hair.

“it’s you and me, baby.”

your movements stop and your face heats at the words he remembers from that night you had asked him to move in with you. you nod faintly in confirmation.

“yeah, it’s you and me,” you whisper confidently.

you bury your face into the crook of his neck. but it’s not quickly enough because he catches the smile you are trying to hide from him. yukhei laughs and turns his head, kissing your temple once and twice before resting his mouth against your skin.

it stays like this for a while and yukhei thinks he can get used to this every day. even if everything will not always be perfect, having you near him when it’s night and being next to you when it’s morning, is more and better than he can imagine for himself.

yukhei grins.

but right now he thinks it’s pretty perfect and he will enjoy you in his arms as he listens to your breaths. his fingertips draw circles on your soft skin while your eyelashes tickle his when they flutter shut.

his heart is so full, he is certain the seams will burst.

he feels the sudden yawn from you. you do your best to cover it even though you are caged in his embrace. “you’re tired, baby?” yukhei laughs lightly.

you hum softly. “a little,” you mumble into his neck.

the day has been a lot. and how tired you are, even if a little, you are sure he is twice as tired. his first day off in weeks and he has not stopped at anything until now. you don’t know how he does it, how anyone in his position does it. you leave a few short puckers of your lips against his neck before you lift your head.

“aren’t you?” you question while his hand comes up to hold your jaw and the pad of his thumb strokes your cheek.

yukhei hums too. “a little.”

a tender and serene smile appears before your eyes and you can’t stop yourself from kissing it.

“i love you.”

“i love you more.”

you playfully roll your eyes that unexpectedly turn a bit glassy at his cheesy words and smile. taking a deep breath to calm your rapidly beating heart, you turn to look at the clock on your bedside table. you blink a handful of times to see the bright red numbers clearly.

it’s after midnight now.

your attention returns to yukhei, chewing on the inside of your cheeks for a second before speaking. “your first official day has ended. did you like it?” your eyes glisten with the tears and love for him and that cheesy smile on his face grows into a lovestruck beam that the corner of his eyes crinkle.

“it was better than i could have ever imagined it to be. i don’t think i’ve ever felt so welcomed before.” yukhei winks at you teasingly and you feel the heat creeping onto your cheeks. “but do you know what we should do now?”

you shake your head with a sugary chuckle, curious what he is going say.

yukhei brings your face closer to his. noses touch and hearts beat slow and steady together. his mouth stops just centimeters away from yours.

“i think we should go take a nice warm shower to clean up…” his voice is soothing and gentle and he playfully raises an eyebrow to see what you think. he lets out a breathless chuckle when you grin faintly and nod, wanting him to continue on. “then afterwards we can come back in here, into this comfy bed with these pretty pink sheets…” an infectious giggle escapes from you. “and go to sleep for my first official night here.” he brings his arms back around your waist and hugs you to him. his eyes glow and you feel his warmth and love radiating off of him. “and if you want, i’ll even hold you like this as you sleep. how does that sound to you?”

you slowly bob your head again and then tilt it. “that sounds good,” you whisper, your face glowing.

and yukhei gives you a quick yet sweet kiss to make the plan official.

you move off of him and push yourself up. he follows within seconds and you get off the bed and stand. your hand you hold out for him to take and he does. his hand is warm and strong and you chuckle and help him out of the bed. you expect for fingers to lace tightly together but they don’t.

instead yukhei lets go to stand behind you, pulling you to him. your laugh is sugary and contagious because he’s laughing too. your back is pressed to his chest and his arms loop around your shoulders. slippers are forgo and bare feet slowly make their way out the bedroom and across the wooden floors.

it’s so much harder to walk with the extra weight attached to you, but you don’t mind. you reach up to grasp his arms and bend your head to press your mouth to his skin. you’re almost to your destination when your steps suddenly freeze.

“why are we stopping, babe?” yukhei chuckles and you turn your head to glance up at him.

your heart skips a beat. “you’re going to smell like vanilla. is that okay?”

you had remembered putting away an electric shaver for him. you had unpacked a bottle of hair gel. you had counted two combs. you had opened the new green toothbrush and placed it in his rinse glass next your pink toothbrush in your rinse glass. but there had been no shampoo, no conditioner and no body wash because he shares them at the dorm.

and it takes a moment for yukhei to connect the dots before his chuckle turns into laughter. under the lights, the pink on the tip of his ears is apparent and his cheeks are flushed. he takes a deep breath and lets it out slow. with his smiling lips grazing yours, yukhei delightedly nods before kissing you softly.

“yeah, it’s definitely okay.”

then with a gentle nudge, your feet begin to move again. yukhei follows right behind you with the smile on his face spreading. he nuzzles against your warm cheek while his arms tighten around you. and within seconds wet and sweet puckers of his pillowy lips are pressing onto your skin. your laughter and squeals soon surround him. the pretty sounds seep into his heart and flow throughout the tiny apartment.

vanilla he will smell like but home it already feels like.

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