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𝐢 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐤, 𝐢 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐥𝐞 ! [toji fushiguro]

synopsis: in which toji notices how you color-code your outfit every time you see each other…and promptly makes a game out of it in hopes it will cure his gambling addiction.

pairing: toji fushiguro x f!reader | song inspo: colors | outfit inspos | hidden inventory: the lost tapes series masterlist

warnings: 18+, suggestive themes at the end (explicit sex, fingering, mentions of masturbation), but otherwise, just a fluffy/semi-angst/semi-crack scenario of a lovestruck toji trying to cure his gambling addiction~~

Chewing on his pen, Toji’s fangs were beginning to hurt as he stares at the blank face of a random receipt he found in his mostly empty wallet. He seems to be deep in thought, he almost looks like he’s trying his best to crack a mathematical mystery except…he doesn’t give a shit about math and the only mystery he seems to be interested in cracking is…

“Hey, I’m sorry I’m late!”

“Fuck.”

There you were in all your radiant magnificence eagerly waving to him from the university gates with your signature gummy smile he’s grown to love so much. You looked so beautiful and happy today…and you were wearing purple. A purple floral wrap dress. He was so sure you were gonna be wearing pink today Toji crosses out today’s date and the word: pink next to it with a frustrated “X”.

And in case anyone was wondering, this little guess-the-color-his-girlfriend-is-wearing-today game is something he came up with on a whim one day while waiting to pick you up after class. Of all the misfortune that has befallen him in his life, he has to thank the Zenin clan for one thing: sparing him the trouble of having to sit through an entire day of brain-frying university lectures about Kant’s second law of physics.

He hurriedly buries the receipt in his back pocket as he crosses the street, closing the twenty-five meter gap between the two of you. Pressing his lips against yours, Toji hums appreciatively when he tastes his favorite strawberry-flavored lip tint on your Cupid’s bow. You giggle as you nuzzle his nose when he pulls away, your hot breaths against one another’s lips providing a sense of comfort to you both. “What were you saying a while ago?”

“Ah, nothing.” Toji places a protective hand around your waist as the two of you walk to the nearby park for your and his usual after class/work stroll. “Just the usual profanity.”

Your lips curl into a soft pout at the thought of your boyfriend being upset about something. “Why?”

“Nothing babe,” he presses a soft kiss to your temple, his arm coming to rest on your shoulders. “Just lost at the boat races again,” he easily comes up with a white lie — a white lie that is bound to make you sad. He knows how upset you get when he relapses into his gambling addiction which, in his defense, he really is trying to quit for his and your — mostly your — sake. “Ah, I’ll do better, squirt. ‘m sorry.”

“Please?” you plead with him softly to which he nods, softly pinching your cheek in a silent promise to try to limit his gambling to…

…Getting tomorrow’s color right.

The next day, Toji spends about fifteen minutes in the shower trying to figure out what color you’d be wearing today. He’s already ruled out the possibility of you wearing black since it’s thirty degrees outside today, but with your extensive wardrobe, crossing out one color from the list is hardly enough to narrow it down. He’s never felt like this with boat races before since he has this natural tendency to just pick the boat with the most stable engine.

Ah, who was he kidding? He’ll just have to guess…and hope for the best, he steps out of the shower a few minutes of deliberation later.

After putting on a black shirt, he looks at his makeshift gambling ticket on the kitchenette counter with an angry look on his face. “Red. It has to be red.” He jots it down next to today’s date in red ink as if to manifest you’ll wear your off-shoulder red top today and those black trousers you bought from that thrift store in Harajuku last week.

Suddenly, a knock rips through the silence of his apartment and he goes to immediately answer the door. Toji clasps his hand around the doorknob for a bit, somehow still intent on delaying the inevitable. “Toji? The bags are getting kinda heavy,” you sheepishly called from the other side of the door and your boyfriend instantly snaps out of it. He swings the door open a little too aggressively that it makes you jump a bit when you hear the ear-splitting screech of the hinges nearly coming off the door. “Ah…hi, babe?”

You don’t know what to make of Toji’s face.

It’s like he’s feeling an odd mix of emotions all piled into one that they somehow cancelled each other out and now, he’s…staring at you…blankly. You have to admit, it looks a little funny. It’s not his usual stoic expression, it’s just pure…nothingness…like he caught a glimpse of the void or something and he can’t peel his eyes away from it.

“Can I come in—?”

“—Hi.”

“Eh?”

You burst out laughing at his delayed response. It’s like your boyfriend buffered for a full minute there which is so unlike him, considering he’s always so smoothly unbothered and suave in his demeanor. Toji scowls when you place a hand over his forehead. “You feeling okay?”

Toji gently shrugs your hand away, nodding absentmindedly. “Fine.” That sounded awfully peachy but you didn’t mind, Toji’s normally so awkward anyway, unbeknownst to most. In the eyes of those who don’t know him, Toji’s image is nothing short of a big, bad delinquent, but in your eyes, you mostly associate him with a typical house cat — quiet and snooty in every regard but actually genuinely affectionate. “Oh, let me help you with those.” He crouches down to help you with the groceries, sneakily stealing a kiss from you as you remove your shoes at the genkan before stepping into the living room.

Toji watches as you bound over to his apartment’s balcony, searching for the stray cat that normally drops by in the afternoon, with a grimace on his face.

“Of course she’s wearing beige,” he grumbles under his breath. Again, he crosses out today’s entry a little more forcefully this time.

At the balcony, you find Toji’s pet emeritus lounging away at the foot of the laundry rack. “Oh, there you are!” You crouch down and pet the white cat whom Toji affectionately refers to as ‘Yuki’ when he thinks you aren’t listening in whenever he feeds it after dinner. “You look like you could use a warm bath, come on!” You gently pick up the little creature and bring her inside. “Toji, I found Yuki~!”

You stop in your tracks when you see Toji with his forehead pressed to the cold marble counter causing you to instinctively place a comfort hand on his upper back to placate him while Yuki climbs atop the counter. At the familiarness of your touch, Toji, who looks like he’s still upset over some unknown thing he won’t tell you, rights his posture. What’s a man gotta do to get a winning streak around here?

“Hey, maybe you should lie down…”

“…I’m okay,” Toji half-whimpers, defeated, gaping at Yuki as she licks her paw contentedly. “Huh. You brought the fleabag in here?”

Somehow offended by that, Yuki violently hisses at him.

Okay, something is seriously wrong with Toji.

You just came out from using the washroom to see Toji on the kotatsu agitatedly scribbling on a piece of paper that doesn’t exactly look like a betting stub. You surmised it would have been something like that since Toji doesn’t normally get angry over anything except losing money on bets, but you are thoroughly surprised and comforted to see that wasn’t the case this time around. You sit down next to him, pulling your big baby into an embrace.

“My poor baby,” you teased amid Toji’s obvious misery. “Wanna tell me what’s wrong?” you smiled softly when he playfully pushes you down onto the tatami mats, all his weight pinning you down, his hand easily overwhelming yours as he pins them above your head. You try to squirm away from him, laughing when his other hand secures your hip to the floor, rendering you unable to struggle against him. Then, he lowers his lips close to your ear, his warm breath sending goosebumps to appear all over your skin, he sighs, falling slack at the crook of your neck.

Toji hates this, he probably looks like a kicked dog right now.

Today’s bet was yellow but when you opened the door to your apartment, you were wearing a mint green sweater over your cream relaxed fit ankle pants.

“Why can’t I do it? Why can’t I just win for once?” Toji’s voice is muffled as he buries his face in your shoulder. Instantly, you feel a pit form in your stomach. You’ve heard this before. You slowly push him off of you, your disappointment palpable in the way you utter your next words.

“Toji, you’ve been…gambling again, haven’t you? Baby, we talked about this.”

Your lover steadies the movements of his chest, feeling the need to defend himself. He wasn’t gambling, quite the contrary really, the thought of wandering over to the horse races hasn’t crossed his mind since he started this harmless little game. But Rome wasn’t built in a day, and every so often, he relapses into these undertones of his gambling addiction particularly the crippling desire to win at least once, to guess just one daily color scheme right.

And he’ll let it go. He swears he’ll let it go.

“I know, but really, babe, I’m not—“

“—Really? Then, what’s this?” You shakily point to the folded up piece of paper on the kotatsu. He has to pinch himself to hold in his laughter when he sees just how cutely distressed you are over an unassuming crepe stall receipt. “Don’t you start laughing now!” You swat his arm.

“I’m not laughing, you brat!” Toji purses his lips together, thoroughly enamored by you right now. “You’re worrying over nothing, Y/N. Trust me.”

You crossed your arms over your chest, pushing Toji’s face away when he tries to kiss you. You cheeky little brat. “But you’re acting so weird though…” You poke him relentlessly on the cheek to get him to come clean, and you dodge whenever he tries to playfully catch your index finger with his teeth. “Just tell me.”

“Nope.”

You climb onto his lap, hugging him.

“Please.”

A kiss is a good bribe right?

“Uh-uh.”

He returns the kiss with a loud smooch!

“I’ll break up with you.”

You whine when he flicks your forehead, leaving an obvious red mark on it.

“You won’t.”

Your little back and forth is interrupted by the sound of the doorbell ringing. Sighing, you finally let go of him. Looks like he isn’t going to budge. Toji gets up to answer the door, setting you down on the cushioned seat. Feeling a little bad when he glances back to see you still sulking about the issue, he subtly and intentionally allows the receipt to fall from his pocket knowing you’ll almost certainly go straight for it. He’ll just have to deal with your constant teasing for the next two weeks once you read the contents of the slip of paper. But he’d rather hear you laughing your heart out (even if it’s at his expense) than see you getting all anxious about him slipping back into his old destructive hobbies.

When you see the piece of paper falling like a leaf dancing in the wind, your eyes light up, and you crawl over to the spot where it’s fallen near the small bookshelf you have in the corner.

“Rakuten delivery.” Toji signs the courier’s clipboard, receiving your package. Just as he’s about to walk back into the living room to hand you your parcel, he stops in his tracks when he hears your cute chortles which you’re pathetically trying to subdue and a smirk appears on the corner of Toji’s lips.

Looks like the crisis has been averted for now.

“Wait, Toji…”

Toji pretends to not hear you, his fingers still buried in your sopping cunt, lusciously pushing in and out, your arousal coating his fingertips as he devours your lips in wanton need. You moan out his name again and he scowls when you reluctantly remove his fingers from your heat. “What? What is it?” What could possibly be so important?

You flush when he sensually licks his fingers clean, and you sit up, pulling down your skater skirt. “What’s an anniversary without a little surprise?” You kissed him on the lips, lingering for a bit, your eyes fluttering close as you taste your arousal on his tongue. “Mmh…”

“Just forget it.” Toji bucks his hips against yours, his clothed erection rubbing against your bare slit.

“No way. Just…wait here,” you kiss him again, boldly running your tongue over his bottom lip before pulling away and heading to the bathroom to get your surprise ready.

Toji groans in frustration, his head hitting the pillows he set down on the futon. After a few restless moments of him resisting the urge to fuck his hardened cock into his hand to finish himself off, he hears your melodious voice calling for him from down the hall.

A satisfied lopsided smirk appears on Toji’s lips, his eyes dark as he gazes at the most beautiful being in the world right now, shyly making her way towards him wearing nothing but an emerald silk robe. He licks his lips when he sees the outline of your nipples through the fabric, smirking as you sit down on the foot of the futon.

“All that for a silly little robe? What a letdown,” Toji smirks as he moves to untie the knot of your robe, only for you to slap his hand away.

“Uh-uh…you have to guess first.”

Toji gulps when you pull out the one thing he’s been agonizing over for the last few weeks from your robe’s hidden pocket. You grab a pen from the nearby bookshelf which he expertly catches when you throw it in his direction alongside the crumpled up piece of paper he’d been meaning to destroy for a while now.

“If you guess right, we could ditch the condom tonight. So do well,” you innocently bat your eyelashes at him.

Toji looks like he wants to jump off a ditch, the obvious tent in his sweatpants indicating just how hard he is right now. “No, don’t do this. Don’t fucking do this, Y/N…”

“…What color am I wearing tonight?”

Play Along (Smut)

Warnings: unprotected smut, little it’s bit of exhibitionist kink if you squint (Wrap before you tap), i think that's it (let me know if there's more)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: You and Bucky are assigned together on an under cover mission and things aren't what you thought they'd be

A/N: This was my first time writing smut so be gentle with me. Reader does use female pronouns

Main Master-List

Jogging down the corridor of the building, Y/N glanced down at her watch. Late, of course. One of the top four most skilled Shield Agents, in espionage and yet punctuality is not her forte, at least for debriefings that is.

Picking up her pace to a sprint she glanced at the numbers written along the meeting rooms before stopping at room 407, straightening herself out before opening the door. As the door opened she was met by the glaring eye of Nick Fury, who stood at the head of the long table before glancing around the room, noticing Natasha, Clint, and Bucky all seated at various points around the meeting table.

“Well look who decided to grace us with her presents” he started. “What happened, get caught up talking to the level 1 agents again?” He followed her as she took a seat next to Bucky. Giving him a light nudge and smile, to which she was met with the same smile and light nudge back.

“Ya know I was gonna lie and say that but honestly Nick, my alarm didn’t go off so my 20 minute desk nap became a 25 minute desk nap. To which I apologize” she hummed, grabbing a case file from the center of the table.

From quickly glancing at the file Y/N let out a whistle “Damn I pity the poor soul who’s doing the deep cov-” she stopped looking around the room, noticing everyone was staring at her with an amused smile on their face. “You’re fucking kidding me?!” she shrieked “You’re sending me in deep cover to Strasbourg?!” she moved to lean against the table.

“You and me both L/N” Bucky matched her enthusiasm.

“Why are you sending us?! No offense Barnes, but do you remember what happened the last time we did deep cover together.” Bucky smirked at her response, remembering. “Yeah Y/N we remember, Laura and I are still trying to buff out the dent in the gun you borrowed, besides are you afraid you’ll have to play real Wife to your Work Husband?” Clint smirked watching as Y/N pointed across the table at him, pointing her finger accusingly.

A blush spread across her and Bucky’s faces as she pointed back to Clint “We are no different than you and Natasha, besides that was not my fault” she moved to point to Bucky before poking him in his shoulder “I told Bucky not to grab the bathtub when he chu-”

He pointed back at her, “Me?! You told me to gra-”

“REGARDLESS of the damages done to any weaponry or safe houses, Barton and Romanoff are too well known in Strasbourg. Hence why you and Barnes are the only other two agents qualified for the job.” Fury tapped the table causing a projection to appear in the center of the table.

“L/N, meet Emilia Carver otherwise known as “The Eye”...she sees everything and is one of the most elusive ghosts in Europe.” The projection showed a lady of similarity to Y/N, of course there were a few things off about the two but for the most part they could have been related. Clicking the next slide it showed the same girl lying on the ground in some room.

“Last week Barnes and Barton found her dead in bunker just off the coast of Naples, you will go in her place with the Winter Soldier to secure a package.” he clicked the slide showing a man “This is Nathan Lark, we have reason to believe that he holds sensitive information about the inner working of our black-ops team and their current locations and targets, secure the package and then the missions over”

“That's all great Fury, but how long? Because I made plans to go to Disney with the family” Clint glanced up from the file.

“For you and Romanoff, a few weeks. You’ll just be on stand by working comms and technicalities. For L/N and Barnes, a month at the least.”

Dragging her eyes from the screen over to Bucky they locked eyes for a moment before Y/N spoke “Won’t it look odd, The Eye and the Winter Soldier together?”

“No” Bucky spoke before Fury could “I’ll fill you in on specifics on the way to Strasbourg, but for now…” he swallowed “the two had a shared history…” he looked back down to the file.

A laugh left Clint “Sure if that's what you wanna call it Bucky” looking over to Clint, Y/N furrowed her brows before looking over to Bucky who just shook his head.

“I’ll tell you later”

Y/N just nodded looking over the file once more before letting out a sigh before closing the file.

“When do we leave?”

______________________________________

Looking out the window, Y/N tapped her foot against the floor of the train as she readjusted the sunglasses that had slid down her nose. Her focus shifted from the window to Bucky who had taken up the seat beside her.

The two sat in silence before Y/N spoke first, “So what did you mean, by The Eye and The Winter Soldier have history?” she watched as Bucky avoided her gaze.

A laugh came from the intercom before a groan filled Y/N and Bucky’s ears “What fun conversations always start when you ask an assassin how they know another assassin”

Pulling his own intercom from his ear, Bucky let out a sigh. “Hydra used to loan The Winter Soldier out to do freelance work… a way to keep a steady floor of money without using the governments” he leaned over pulling Y/N’s intercom out from her ear as well. “I met Emilia on a loan out both of us were doing. She was going to work from the inside and I was gonna work from the outside making sure she was clear…. Hydra thought we worked so well together that they kept loaning me to her on missions.”

He groaned before fully turning to face Y/N, “Listen… we are both professional agents so I’m just gonna be straight with you L/N. Emilia and The Winter Soldier used to be an item among the Assassin and Ghost community. So when this train lands in Strasbourg we have to be all in 100% to this… we were very….” he struggled with the words to describe the strange relationship.

“Physically forward” Y/N guessed

“For lack of a better word, yes”

“Is that how Clint knows?” she cocked her eyebrow

He nodded before placing his intercom back in his ear. “Something like that”

Following Bucky’s actions. “Did you two have a nice conversation?” Clint’s voice hummed.

“So what was she like?” Y/N moved her head to look back out the window.

“Forward” Bucky immediately shot back

“Is that gonna be our word of the day?” Y/N smirked before letting her thoughts trail for a moment, “If you two were so widely known, are we sure that I’ll pass as Emilia?”

“We’ve got you covered Y/N” Natasha's voice followed in her ear along with the clicking of a keyboard “We wiped all previously known images of Emilia from all possible databases, they’ll have to go with it.”

“Thanks Nat.” “Just doing my job…” Y/N could feel Natasha’s smirk “ we’ll touch base with the two of you in a few days about what to do next. For now, get to the hotel and establish yourselves.” With those last words Natasha and Clint clicked off the intercoms leaving Buck and Y/N by themselves as the train approached its destination. Standing from his spot, Bucky grabbed down both of their bags from the overhead holder before handing one off to Y/N.

“Oof.” she groaned “What did you pack?” she readjusted her grip to hold the bag with one hand,

“The basics” he pulled out a pair of sunglasses for himself before he slipped them on before he took Y/N’s free hand in his leading them off of the train and onto the platform.

Looking around at the platform Y/N took in her surroundings before leaning over to Bucky, “You’ve got fans.” she hummed motioning over to a pack of men seated at the small cafe, they kept looking between her and Bucky, then other to the exit of the platform.

Unlacing his hand from hers, he slung his arm over her shoulder before leaning down to whisper in her ear. “The true welcome for wanted assassins” Y/N smiled chuckling.

“If we leave, are they gonna follow us?” She bent her knees slightly to set the bag she held on the ground before she turned her body into his, wrapping her arms around his neck still smiling.

“More than likely.” He glanced around pulling her closer to his form.

“I suppose we have to play along with everything now don’t we?” she leaned up to his ear. “Let the games begin” she unwrapped herself from his form going back to pick up her bag “So what are the chances we get to the hotel without a fight” she laced her free hand back into his.

“About a fifty-fifty chance.” Bucky pulled her towards the exit watching as the group of men stood up from their spot, walking towards them. “Make that thirty-seventy” he glanced over his shoulder,

“How about twenty-eighty” Y/N gripped his hand a bit tighter motioning to the two men who walked directly in front of them.

Gripping her hand back, neither of them said a word as the group of men that surrounded them, brought them to an SUV.

“Is this really necessary?” Bucky huffed as they stopped in front of the vehicle.

“Just get in the car” one man said, taking the bags from Bucky and Y/N’s hands, before Bucky could comment back, Y/N opened the door to the car.

“Oh come on Soldier. What's a little fun?” she chuckled getting into the SUV, with his eyes still trained on the man Bucky climbed into the car.

The two sat in silence snuggled close to one another as Y/N glanced over her shoulder. “You know Barnes, I don’t think I’ve seen you be this touchy with anyone. Even at office parties” she mumbled

“Like I said, very forward…” he hummed. “So did you get a chance to look at how many cars there are?”

“one car in front, two behind,” she tucked herself further into Bucky’s side. “Who did you piss off the last time you were here?”

“That's… a very long list, at least we’re heading to the right hotel” he looked down at Y/N’s hand as he took it in his hand. “Who do we have to thank for the escort?” he spoke to the driver and passenger, never taking his eyes off of Y/N’s hand.

He was only met with silence as the car pulled up to the hotel. Getting out of the car first, the men who had followed them formed almost like a pathway into the hotel, stepping out first Bucky held his hand out for Y/N to help her out.

“Go inside and go to the second conference room to the left” one of the men said.

“And if we don’t?” Bucky challenged

“Go inside” He repeated before Bucky pulled Y/N into his side as they walked into the hotel following the instructions of the goons.

As they approached the conference room Y/N stopped Bucky’s hand before he could open the door.

“What if we’re being made?” Y/N’s eyes widened as she whispered her grip on Bucky’s arm tightening

“We haven’t” he placed a hand over hers

“But what if we’re about to be and whoever this is knows what the real Emilia is like” she bit the inside of her cheek.

“Y/N we’ll be fine” he gave her a soft smile, he placed a hand on her shoulder “You ready?” Y/N nodded to him, as he opened the door.

Creeping into the room, they were met with a chuckle.

“Emilia Carver, I haven’t seen you since you were just a girl.” the voice called.

Eyes flying to the front of the room, they landed on a woman, older, graying dark hair, and cold eyes.

“Dorthy” Y/N breathed out, Bucky’s eyes flickered between Y/N and the woman.

“You know Dorthy Underwood?” Bucky looked between the two.

“Now, now you’re not the only person I’ve been in contact with.” Dottie stood from her spot. “Like I said I haven’t seen her since I was a girl.” walking over to Y/N she pulled her into a hug “I hear my Goddaughter is in town and you think I’m not gonna pay you a visit” she squeezed her shoulders “Now let me take a look at you” pulled away she examined Y/N.

“My Emilia I haven’t seen you since you were ten and now look at you” she took a strand of Y/N’s hair and twirled it around her finger “Such a sophisticated looking young lady, I hope you’ve been treating her well Soldier” Dottie glanced over to Bucky “Because if I hear that you’ve been mistreating my goddaughter, I would be very very unhappy” Bucky stiffened his stance

“He’s treating me just fine” Y/N smiled, eyeing Bucky “I assume you sent the escort, you scared the crap out of us”

“Oh my dear didn’t mean too, now go relax” she turned her attention back to Y/N “I hope the two of you don’t mind I upgraded your room” she smiled. Letting Y/N walk back over to Bucky “The two of you are here on business?” “Yes.” Bucky took Y/N’s hand back in his hand, squeezing it tightly “You as well?” He watched as Dottie nodded “My Emilia would you give me and the Soldier a moment please?”

Stepping out into the hallway Y/N made a mental note to tell Clint and Natasha of Dottie’s presents the next time they spoke.

Watching as Y/N left, Bucky turned his attention back to Dottie who walked over to him. “I mean what I said, just because I haven’t seen her since she was a girl doesn’t mean I don’t still care for Emilia, as I said she is my goddaughter after all” she took the time to look over Bucky’s attire, the classic half leather jacket/vest he donned, she reached up to fix the collar of his jacket. “I know of your relationship with my Goddaughter, how you two have your public relations and your interests together, all I ask… not while I’m in the hotel” she pulled on his collar. “I know that I can’t stop the two of you from whatever it is you want to do” she let go of his jacket walking back over to the other side of the table “but I am always aware…” she motioned to the door that he could go.

As he opened the door to join Y/N in the hallway Dottie called out to him “I hope the two of you will join me for dinner at some point” before he closed the door and led Y/N over to the elevators.

One of the men from before closed on the elevator for them before he spoke “Floor 14” before the door opened and Bucky and Y/N stepped in.

As soon as the doors closed and the two were alone Bucky signaled for Y/N to be quite before he pulled a small device out from his pocket and scanned around the elevator before he stopped it.

“How the fuck do you know Dorthy Underwood?” He turned to Y/N.

“I’ve read the Shield files on her. Did you know that she was Emilia’s Godmother?” Bucky shook his head “Do you think she’s gonna be an issue?” “I hope not, our records show she had no history with the target but we’ll have Nat and Clint double check…. When we get to the room we have to do a bug sweep” Bucky ran a hand through his hair in frustration.

“This is Emilia’s godmother. Do you really think she’d bug the room?”

“We’re not in the Shield room anymore, besides she's not the only one in the hotel who could be watching us.” Bucky moved to press the button to start the elevator back up.

___________________________________________

After an hour-long sweep of the hotel room, they had found two bugs they couldn’t rid the room of. A microphone and camera placed all the way up on the chandelier of the room. It wasn’t easy pretending to look for bugs the camera noticed but somehow Bucky and Y/N did it.

Relaxing back onto the couch, her legs bend into it as she got cozy, Y/N smiled for the camera signaling over to Bucky, pulling him to her, her hands roamed his chest as she leaned into his ear

“We need to have Nat and Clint track back the bugs, maybe they could disable the mic and put the camera on a loop” she whispered, Bucky let out a chuckle as one of his hand moved to hold her waist and the other went to gently rub circles on with his thumb on her thigh that rested closest to him.

“What you don’t wanna play along anymore Y/N” he joked leaning into her neck,

“I mean unless you wanna play so far along you have to fake fuck me” Bucky’s movement against her thigh came to a halt “Bucky?” she whispered again “Please tell me tha-”

“Like I said Y/N” his voice became so low Y/N could barely hear it “Very public relations” he moved to look her in the eyes.

“Even if there were bugs in the room?!” she quietly shrieked, he just nodded. Y/N let out a small groan resting her forehead against Bucky’s “Its just faking it right?” Bucky nodded again before he spoke.

“We don’t have to Y/N” he started “He cou-”

“No, we gotta make sure this is believable right?” she cut him off

“Y/N…” he grumbled “You have to understand the stuff we would do…. It…” he paused “It could be a lot, and I don’t wanna hurt y-”

Taking his face in her hands, Y/N’s fingers danced along his jaw as she pulled him into a heated kiss shifting to straddle his lap. Pulling away from his reddened lips she leaned back to his ear “I’m an adult Buck, I’ll tell you if it becomes too much” Bucky nodded before recapturing her lips in his.

His hands continued to roam her body before hovering just above her ass as they continued their heated makeout. Y/N pulled her lips from his before moving to kiss down his neck “you know you can squeeze it if you want” she mumbled “If we’re faking this, we might as well give the camera a show”

Taking her word for it, his calloused hands squeezed Y/N’s ass, gripping onto it for dear life as she kissed her way down his neck leaving an array of hickeys in her wake.

Letting out a groan as he heard Y/N lips part from his skin, Bucky moved one hand to hold her by the small of her back and the other to wrap around her leg before he stood.

Letting out a squeak, Y/N kept her face buried in the crook of Bucky’s neck sucking a deep purple spot onto it.

Making his way over to the bed, Bucky paused just before his knees hit the edge before he turned around to sit back down, “Do you like this shirt?” he mumbled onto Y/N’s skin.

“What?” she hummed without paying attention.

“Do you like this shirt?” he watched as Y/N struggled to answer the question

“It- it's a shirt I don’t really know ho-” before she could finish his hands reached up to the top collar of her shirt before his grip tightened and ripped it down the back.

Letting out a gasp Y/N recoiled from Bucky’s neck gripping onto the fabric that now struggled to stay upon her shoulders. Taking a few moments to collect her thoughts before she looked at Bucky with a smile on her face struggling off the shirt, leaving her in her bra before she dove back to him, capturing his lips.

Had she known she’d be having fake sex with her hot co-worker she at least would have worn something other than her granny panties and her ratty travel bra.

Placing a hand on her back, Bucky flipped Y/N over so her back was rested on the bed before he started to strip away at his own clothes as Y/N discarded the rest of her’s. She turned to crawl upwards to the headboard, and so she could hide the blush that covered her face knowing that it would only intensify watching Bucky strip.

She was halfway to the head board before she felt the mattress dip and a cool hand on her waist, turning she was met with the casual smirk that rested upon Bucky’s lips. Which were now red and swollen from how hard the two had been kissing before.

Pulling her in for another kiss, Y/N shifted so her back once again rested on the bed before Bucky pulled away, grabbing a cover from the bed and pulling it over the two of them. He moved to her ear whispering softly. “I’m gonna pinch your waist, and that's when your gonna-”

She cut him off “Oh Mr. Winter Soldier sir, you’re so big” she laughed in a fake high pitched voice.

He laughed, dipping his head down to her neck. Her arms wrapped around his form, one going to hold his shoulder and the other to the base of his neck. Feeling the pressure on her waist, Y/N let out a small moan for the camera before burying her face into his neck. Bucky followed after letting out a groan as he started to shift to make it look like the bed was moving ever so slightly.

This motion continued for a few moments before Bucky let out a frustrated groan in Y/N’s ear.

“Buck are yo-”

“Don’t talk Y/N” he mumbled

“Bu-” she tried to continue

“Fuck it!” he hummed “I’m just gonna fuck you” his voice deepened

“What?!” she shifted

“Y/N, I like you… and this” he groaned again at the thought “Do you like me too because I really like you and I would be lying to myself if I said that I haven’t thought of beneath me like this but if you don’t like me and I have to continue to fake this then-”

“James.” she stopped him moving to hold his jaw “I trust you” she smiled widely.

“Great” before either of them could utter another word Bucky’s head dipped down to devour her lips as his hand moved to tear away at her bra and panties. Earning another gasp from Y/N, taking the opportunity at hand Bucky’s tongue explored Y/N’s mouth. A low moan came from the Bucky as he took in everything.

Her body.

Her scent.

Her taste.

Everything.

One hand was brought up to cup her face as the cool metal of the other trailed down between her legs, lightly ghosting over her heat before they slowly circled her clit.

Letting out a breathless moan Y/N’s hands gripped at Bucky’s shoulder.

“Buck please…” she whined into their kiss “I need you” she pulled away to rest her head against his.

Letting out a chuckle he nodded, moving to sit up he slid his boxers down, allowing Y/N to throw the remains of her bra and panties from the bed. As soon as Bucky had thrown his boxers off he leaned back down, attacking Y/N’s neck, and teasing her heat. Letting her slick coat his dick before he whispered in his ear.

“Remember what I said earlier, if its too much-” She shook her head “I believe those were my words” she hummed placing a light peck upon his lips. “Show me what I’ve been missing soldier”

A smile graced his lips as he bent back down to support his weight on one arm before he guided himself into her entrance, slowly.

Groans and moans filled the air as they adjusted to the new feeling each was given. Y/N’s hands squeezed at Bucky’s shoulders as she tried to relax onto his size, and Bucky’s head hung low kissing along Y/N’s neck as he was overcome with the feeling of plush and warmth.

“Are you okay” he kissed the shell of her ear as she nodded “Are you sure”

“Y-yeah” she stuttered “You-....You’re just…. A lot” she hummed trying to form words, she could feel Bucky smile against her skin as one of her hands moved to tangle her fingers in the hair at the base of his neck. She would never tell this to Bucky’s face but she almost missed his long hair… the thought of gripping onto it as he made her feel euphoric.

“Y/N?” she was pulled out of her haze when Bucky whispered her name, lightly kissing along her jaw. “Are you still with me Sugar?”

A smile overtook her lips at the nickname before she spoke. “I’ve never been better” she pulled him back in for a kiss.

Growing bold, she moved her legs from framing his waist to wrapping around it and locking at the ankles before she pulled him even closer, allowing him to bottom out.

“Fuck!” ripped itself from Bucky’s throat as he pulled away from their kiss resting his forehead against hers. “Fuck, you….you” he chuckled slowly, almost painfully pulled his hips back from her before snapping them back into her.

Moans tore out from both of their mouths as he rocked back and forth into Y/N, her grip at his waist tightening with every thrust. His metal arm rested her hip bone lightly holding it down as the other went to tangle itself into the hair at Y/N scalp lightly tugging at it.

“If I had know… that fake fucking… Oh SHIT!” Y/N moaned as his vibranium hand moved from her hip to circle her clit.

“You were saying Sugar?” he smirked with a shit eating grin

“Fuck Bucky!” she moved to bury her head into the crook of his neck “Oh god Buck, don’t… god don’t stop please” she whined into his neck.

“I don’t intend to do” he kissed the side of his head, resting his head against hers.

Y/N’s feet moved to unlock her ankles before sliding down to his ass, feeling, guiding him as he fucked into her. As if she could pull him even closer if it were possible.

As Bucky’s actions continued his thrusts grew more erratic as he neared his end, moving his hand to pinch at Y/N’s clit a scream ripped from her throat.

“I wanna feel you Sugar” he hummed as Y/N let her orgasm wash over her, Bucky moaned feeling the way her body shuddered beneath him as her heat clenched around his dick before his end overtook him as he gave one more thrust into Y/N.

Pulling his face away from her, he moved his hand from her hair to cup her jaw, prying her away from his shoulder. He entangled their lips into a soft kiss, allowing both of them to slowly come down from their highs before he pulled out of her and collapsed at her side. His arms moved to wrap around her waist tugging her into his body he continued to kiss down her neck and shoulders as Y/N placed her hands on his shoulders to steady her racing head. She chuckled.

“What were you gonna say earlier Sugar?” he hummed as he kissed back up her shoulders and neck.

Moving to rest her head against his chest she snuggled into him before she whispered “Well I was going to say, if I had known that a mission like this would lead to fake fucking, lead to real fucking… I would have requested a mission like this from Fury a while ago”

He laughed, moving to adjust a few pillows under their heads.

“I hope whoever’s listening and watching had as much fun of a time as we did” Y/N laughed at his words before her eye’s closed, as she drifted off to sleep.

Smiling to himself Bucky traced a pattern along Y/N shoulder as she slept, chuckling before he too closed his eyes. His final thought before sleep overtook him was that this was going to be an interesting mission after all.

Às vezes no

silêncio da Noite.

Avisos: Doyoung X Leitora, Doyoung é um Nerd, Sexo sem camisinha, Estimulação(?), Big Dick.

Aut: Nem era para eu estar postando isso, pois queria colocar um Ídolo X Personagem Original, mas isso aqui saiu antes. Então... Aí está.

Ah, eu sou péssima com finais e ficou meio ble, mas queria postar mesmo assim.😁✌️

Você respirava lentamente.

Tentando prestar um pouquinho que seja de atenção no filme da Marvel que se passava na tela enorme à sua frente, mas tudo ficava complicado quando Doyoung estava por perto.

Sua cabeça descansava em seus ombros, sentada em seu colo de frente para a TV. Mordiscando seus próprios lábios, tentando controlar o som que desejava soltar entre eles.

No entanto, era meio difícil ser silenciosa quando sentia o pau do seu namorado entrando e saindo, você odiava o como ele parecia não estar fazendo nada demais.

Doyoung tinha um alto controle que te irritava.

Sua atenção continuava na TV e você tentava seguir ele, pois não queria fazer um escândalo para os pais ou irmão mais velho do menino, não desejava que eles pensassem que a namorada do filho/irmão é uma escandalosa sem respeito por estar levando pau do namorado na sala de cinema que eles tinham, as escondidas.

Não era a primeira e nem segunda vez na casa dos seus sogros, mas era a primeira vez que fazia algo em um lugar tão… Menos privado?

Sempre se pegava com o menino no quarto dele. Nunca em outro lugar que seja da casa.

— Dodo.. Mais devagar. — pede baixinho, com medo de que se falasse mais alto, um gemido escaparia sem perceber.

Olha para baixo. Vendo suas coxas sendo seguradas por suas mãos pálidas e seus dedos longos as apertando, as forçando a não se fecharem por instinto. O pau entrando e saindo devagarinho agora, atendendo ao seu pedido.

Sente um arrepio te invadindo quando as mãos firmes de Doyoung soltam suas coxas e vão até sua cintura. Te fazendo ficar reta em seu colo, engolindo cada parte do pau gordo do menino. Você rebola de leve, subindo por uma curta distância e descendo, ansiosa demais para parar.

Mas Doyoung aperta sua cintura. Mandando você parar sem nem dizer nada.

Você faz como ele quer. Se apoia nos joelhos e fica parada, deixando o garoto se ajeitar em baixo de você.

Você olha para o menino e o vê deitando sua cabeça no encosto do sofá. Seus olhos se encontram, e você apenas morde firme os lábios com o quadril do garoto voltando a bater nos seus. Enfiando com vontade todo o seu pau dentro de sua bucetinha que desejava pedir arrego, pois era demais para você.

Porra, você nunca se sentiu tão enganada na vida.

Doyoung era um verdadeiro fake news ou apenas você que foi meio preconceituosa ao começar namorar com o menino mais inteligente de sua faculdade, achando que ele seria tímido e inocente.

Você achava ele uma gracinha desde o começo, e também estava indo péssima em uma matéria importante. Então juntou o útil ao agradável.

Teve a perfeita ideia de dar em cima do garoto e virar sua namorada, pois assim teria acesso às suas anotações e o faria de seu professor até mudar suas notas.

Quando melhorasse na aula, terminaria e seguiria sua vida. Sim, você sabe que é uma vadia suja, mas foi o desespero. Fora que garotos tímidos não eram muito sua praia.

Você apenas não esperava que o nerd que ficava a coisa mais fofa de óculos seria um filho da puta, sua sogra que a perdoe, que te faz de bonequinha de foda.

Doyoung não é nada que aparenta ser e isso foi uma descoberta e tanto. Você foi a fim de dar um golpe e acabou caindo em um.

Sente as mãos do garoto deslizarem do seu quadril até sua bunda, as apertando com vontade. Algumas lágrimas desciam por suas bochechas, os quadris do menino davam estocadas lentas, mas o seu Dodo era tão grande e grosso que te fazia ficar bobinha e muito sensível, com a bucetinha dormente de tanto levar pau.

Choramingando que nem uma virgem que levava pau pela primeira vez.

— Sem barulho, amor. — te alerta.

— Doyoung.. — o chama dengosa, apoiando suas mãos nas coxas cobertas  pelo jeans do menino.

Ele era um idiota dos grandes, não basta ter te enganado. Ele nem mesmo tirava a roupa para te comer, enquanto você seguia peladinha em seu colo, correndo um grande risco de ser pega por alguém em casa que resolveu beber água de madrugada.

Mas ele queria saber disso?

Não, porque como você mesma disse, ele é um idiota.

— Seja uma putinha boa e pare de ficar chorando. Nem sentar direito está sabendo mais. Ficou burrinha desde que começou a sentar pra mim? — pergunta maldoso, te empurrando para frente. — Quica direito.

Um tapa ressoa pela sala.

Com as pernas um pouco trêmulas e uma das bandas da bunda ardendo pelo tapa, você pega o pau do rapaz. Colocando a cabecinha dentro e desce, soltando um gemido fraquinho, toda manhosinha.

Descendo por toda a extensão e voltando.

— Não sabe sentar direito, mas me aperta como ninguém. — solta um gemido rouco. Subindo com as mãos por sua barriga, até agarra seus seios que pulavam junto aos movimentos.

Você sentia suas pernas começando a doer, mas seguia subindo e descendo com o seu quadril, pois não queria decepcionar seu homem e também porque era sempre delicioso ter ele assim.

— Tão deliciosa, amor. Minha putinha me toma como ninguém.

As mãos do seu Dodo te puxam para trás de repente. Voltando de novo para a posição inicial, as mãos do menino abrem sua perna e seu pau sai por um momento.

Você treme fraca sentindo o menino esfregando seu pau com a mão por toda sua buceta molhadinha e logo voltando a meter.

Socando com vontade. Fazendo você gemer que nem uma cadelinha.

— Me toma tão bem. Engoli tudinho. — o escuta sussurrando no pé de seu ouvido, soltando uma risada por fim. — Eu sabia que você aguentaria tudinho desde que te vi pela primeira vez. Vou contar uma coisa para minha putinha… Sabia que eu chegaria em você primeiro?

O menino admite de repente. Isso te deixaria surpresa, caso não estivesse tentando aguentar o tranco, segurando seus peitinhos que pulava para cima e para baixo com cada metida brutal.

— Eu iria até você, mas a minha bonequinha foi mal em uma matéria e achou 

que melhoraria isso pegando o nerd aqui, não é princesa? Minha princesinha burra fez todo o trabalho. Foi bem nas provas e ainda ganhou pau na bucetinha.

— ah..do..

Geme chorosa com o tapa que sente na buceta.

— Sem chororô. Tem que aguentar direitinho o que o seu macho está te dando.

O garoto pega em seu pau. Deslizando com ele por sua bucetinha molhada, e enfiando de volta. Deixando sua mão fazer o trabalho agora, circulando seu clitóris até ver você tremendo em seu colo.

— E agora a princesinha ficou viciada no meu pau te comendo gostoso, não é meu amor?

Você nem consegue concordar de tão desconcertada pelo recente orgasmo. Apenas consegue pensar que…

Sim. Doyoung é um idiota. Mas um idiota que te deixa fraquinha.

GAME OVER(?)

AVISOS: JooheonXLeitora, Sexo Oral, Jooheon é um mal perdedor, ele fode sua boca sem pena, ele te chama de princesa uma vez(?).

OBS: Isso está há muito tempo no meu rascunho. Decidi finalizar, pois estou há um tempinho sem colocar nada por aqui. Espero que goste, pois eu achei meio sei lá.

Você mordiscava as pontas da unha nervosa. Sem conseguir tirar os olhos da tela da TV enorme, sentindo um frio no pé da barriga a cada passo que o jogador dava em tela.

Esse era mais um daqueles dias em que os amigos de seu namorado vinham para casa de vocês tomar umas. E hoje não era diferente, apenas mudava o fato de que o típico jogo de fifa sendo jogado por seu namorado e o melhor amigo estava chegando ao fim.

Todos os garotos que assistiam o desenrolar do jogo ao seu lado faziam comentários sacanas. A fim de provocar os garotos que estavam em empate e ansiosos para ser o ganhador, faltavam poucos minutos para acabar. E que fizesse o último gol era com toda certeza o ganhador.

Seria tudo às mil maravilhas se você não soubesse o como o seu homem é competidor e odiava perder.

Seu coração trava ao ver Jooheon tendo a bola roubada pelo jogador de Chang Kyun e xingando ao não conseguir pegar de volta.

E quando menos espera todos. Chang Kyun consegue passar por todos os jogadores, fazendo o gol final da partida. Pegando o título de vencedor da noite. Tirando xingamentos de um puto Jooheon ao sorrir de forma debochada com o canto da boca em sua direção.

Seu homem era exagerado em cada comemoração de um gol, mas I.m era o oposto. Ele apenas sorria de canto sem olhar para a pessoa, e isso era o pior, isso era o que mais tirava o seu namorado do sério. E agora com o fim do jogo, era o pior momento para Chang Kyun sorrir daquele jeitinho provocante.

Jooheon se levanta do sofá puto. Mandando o amigo ir se foder. E você não demora para ficar de pé, se metendo no meio do seu homem. Jooheon não brigaria por algo bobo desse, mas era melhor evitar.

Aquele sorrisinho de Chang Kyun deixava até o mais tranquilo fulo da vida.

— Amor, calma! — o chama, segurando nos braços fortes de seu namorado. — É apenas um jogo.

— Ahh, você sabe me deixar de cabeça quente, ladrãozinho safado. — aponta para o amigo, negando com a cabeça. — Vou subir, quero jogar mais porra nenhuma com ladrãozinho safado não. — pragueja, se virando para subir as escadas para o segundo andar, onde ficava o quarto de vocês.

Você olha para as costas nuas e ombros largos de Jooheon se afastando, tendo um pequeno deja vú por um momento.

Essa cena era tão familiar, apenas faltava um detalhe.

Você o olha parando no meio das escadas, virando e olhando em sua direção.

— Chega aí. — a chama com a cabeça, terminando de subir as escadas e sumindo de sua vista.

E o frio no pé de sua barriga volta. Lembrando a sensação e o motivo de ficar sempre assim quando o namorado jogava com os amigos, Jooheon era um mau perdedor e sempre que perdia…

Ele tinha que descontar sua raiva em alguma coisa, e bom, essa coisa era sua bucetinha.

Talvez seja esse o motivo do frio na barriga, você amava quando o seu dócil e brincalhão homem brincava com sua bucetinha sem pena. Era sempre a mesma sensação, torcia pela vitória do seu namorado, mas tinha uma parte que gostava quando ele perdia, pois assim ele podia descontar em você. Te deixando mole de tanto levar pau.

— Podem beber e comer à vontade, garotos.

Você sobe as escadas depois de falar. Ganhando olhares maliciosos dos amigos de seu namorado, que com certeza tinha uma pequena noção do que aconteceria.

Você entra no quarto no exato momento que o mesmo sai do banheiro, vendo o rosto molhado do menino. Provavelmente havia ido molhar o rosto para suavizar o seu lado que odiava perder.

— Deixei os garotos jogando. Não vai descer mais?

Você se senta na beirada da cama. Vendo o rapaz se aproximando de você.

— Você sabe que não, princesa. Agora abre a boquinha.

E você faz. Abrindo a boca e colocando a linguinha para fora.

Observando em expectativa o shortinho molinho de Jooheon descendo e o gordo pau aparecendo bem na frente do seu rosto. Sendo segurado por uma das mãos do menino, que logo bate com ele em sua língua.

O gosto salgado vem em seu paladar e você não demora para fechar a boca na cabeça gorda, ou tentar pelo menos, seu homem era tão grande que até a cabecinha era difícil. Nem sabia como conseguia levar tudo isso na xotinha até hoje.

Leva a cabeça para frente, a fim de ter mais, mas o puxão do menino em seus cabelos a afasta.

Olha para cima, encarando os olhos escuros.

— Não seja gulosa, eu que mando aqui. — diz sério, depositando um tapinha em sua bochecha com o pau excitado. — Agora toma devagar.

E como é mandado, você faz. Coloca apenas a cabecinha na boca, e chupa aos poucos, pegando o que ele deseja te dar. Jooheon era tão cruel quando estava puto por perder, ele nem mesmo deixava você o tocar, mesmo sabendo que você era louca pelo pau dele e que amava o ter na sua boquinha.

— Isso. Assim que eu gosto.

Enrola mais as mãos em seu cabelo, começando a colocar mais e mais do seu caralho. Seu ar vai sumindo e sente quando o garoto mete de uma vez o resto em sua garganta, sem nem avisar.

Jooheon fode sua boca sem pena.

Você apenas aceita, sentindo nenhum resquício de ar e as lágrimas acumulando no canto dos olhos.

Ver o olhar de prazer na cara do seu homem e ele ver seus olhos chorosos, mas nem isso o faz parar. Ele sabia que apesar das lágrimas, se ele colocasse a mão no meio de suas pernas, sua bocetinha estaria molhadinha, porque você amava quando ele era bruto desse jeito.

O som do engasgo era tão alto. No entanto,  Jooheon nem ligava, continuava fodendo sua boca desesperadamente. Segurando seu rosto com suas duas mãos pela lateral e estocando com vontade.

Você choramingava. Sacudindo o quadril inquieta na cama, sentindo sua bocetinha agoniada. Estava tão excitada, gostava tanto de ter ele em sua boca.

Já pensava em como seria saboroso ele te comendo depois.

Percebe os movimentos parando aos poucos e os quadris dele se mexendo devagar, arrastando com o pau lentamente em sua língua. Não demorando para soltar sua porra e encher sua boca com seu leitinho, soltando um gemido rouco.

Era tanto que deixa escapar um pouco.

Respira fundo e desesperada quando o pau é retirado de sua boca, tossindo alto.

Você olha para cima ao se acalmar, assistindo os olhos de Jooheon em si, ainda com o pau na mão.

— Chupa. — manda, agarrando sua nuca e te puxando para perto de novo. — Não engoliu tudinho.

E você olha o resquício de gozo que sobrou no pau.

Lambe os lábios, logo colocando a língua para fora e lambendo meia cansadinha, voltando no fim para a cabecinha. Chupando ela e tirando da boca em um som alto.

— Boa Garota! — o escuta murmura, passeando com a mão de forma carinhosa por seu rosto. Te fazendo deitar o rosto na palma, aproveitando o carinho de seu doce Jooheon de volta. E com a garganta doendo e o rosto molhado por suas lágrimas o único pensamento que se passa em sua mente é: Valeu, Chang Kyun

MY CUTE BOYFRIEND

AVISOS: WinWinXPersonagem Original, ele é um falso bom menino, Personagem Plus Size, sexo sem proteção (usem camisinha), masturbação feminina rápida e leve(?), Sei lá. Chama a protagonista de putinha e mais alguma coisa que esqueci.

A garota gordinha no sofá olhava incrédula para o seu "fofo" namorado conversando com seus pais. Dong Sicheng parecia tão tímido e sem graça, mas é claro que tudo isso não passava de um teatro vindo do garoto.

O Sicheng que a garota conhecia não era assim. O rosto gentil e fofo não batia nada com a personalidade do menino. Faz um tempinho que estão juntos e mesmo assim conseguia ficar surpresa com o como o seu homem é tão inocente e gentil na frente dos outros.

Nem acreditava que hoje de manhã, antes de chegarem na casa dos pais da garota para passarem uns dias, o menino havia parado no acostamento para foder a boca da menina. Deixando-a toda lambuzada.

— Meu genro é tão fofo.

Saiu de meus pensamentos ao escutar a voz de minha mãe, dando logo de cara com o seu sorriso e suas mãos apertando as bochechas de Sicheng. Me deixando envergonhada.

— Mãe, não aperte as bochechas dele. — me intrometo. — Ele não é uma criança para a senhora ficar apertando suas bochechas.

— Deixa, amor. Eu não ligo. — escuto Sicheng falar, entrelaçando nossas mãos em cima de sua coxa, fazendo um leve carinho com a outra.

O olho surpresa por um momento, mas a surpresa se passa ao me lembrar da forma que me chamou há segundos atrás.

Amor? Ele me chamou de… amor?

A vontade de gargalhar bem alto vem, não era típico de WinWin me chamar dessa forma.

— Daise, deixe as crianças. — meu pai diz, puxando a uma das mãos da minha mãe. Um pouco enciumado, noto de longe. — Está de madrugada ainda e eles devem estar com sono. O trânsito os deixou tempo a mais na estrada, se esqueceu?

O trânsito..

Que trânsito?

Não tinha nada de trânsito. Tudo isso foi uma desculpa que inventei, porque eu que não diria que me atrasei além da conta porque estava levando na boca dentro do carro. WinWin demorava tanto pra gozar.

Revirava os meus olhos com o pensamento.

— Ô, é verdade. Podem subir para descansar então. Vejo os dois no café da manhã, voltarei dormir. Bom Sonhos! — se levanta da poltrona, ao qual estava sentada ao lado de WinWin.

Logo sobe as escadas, deixando apenas nós dois.

O ar na sala muda de repente. Não tinha mais aquela doce vibe.

— Vamos dormir. — WinWin diz, se levantando do sofá e seguindo caminho até as escadas.

E eu apenas levantei, seguindo como se a casa não fosse dos meus pais e sim dos pais dele. Subindo as escadas com minha pequena mala na mão, e com o coração batendo feito um louco.

Entro em meu quarto vendo que tudo continuava da mesma maneira. A única diferença sendo os cobertores trocados por minha mãe naquela manhã, ela mesma tinha me avisado sobre isso. Então nem estranhei.

Deixo minha pequena mala em um canto qualquer do quarto e solto um falso bocejo. Olhando pelas beiradas.

— Estou tão cansada. — falo me espreguiçando, desejando disfarçar o nervosismo que crescia no pé da barriga. A tensão borbulhava em todo o meu corpo mais e mais, apenas piorando ao escutar o som da porta batendo, seguindo de um girar das chaves.

A tensão junto com a gostosa sensação de ansiedade pelo o que aconteceria me dominava, quando sinto de repente a quente respiração de WinWin batendo em minha nuca.

Arrepiando todos os pelos do meu corpo.Um leve tremor sobe ao sentir as suas mãos geladas agarrando-me pela cintura, descendo em seguida para o meu largo quadril.

Engulo em seco com o beijo depositado em minha nuca, não conseguindo controlar o mordiscar em meus próprios lábios ao sentir seu pau pressionando em meu traseiro.

Mas já está duro desse jeito? Mal entramos no quarto.

— A putinha não achou que iria dormir assim que chegasse, né?

Aí está. Aí está o meu verdadeiro Dong Sicheng.

O arrepio sobe pela nuca com sua respiração quente batendo em minha nuca e suas mãos passeando por meu corpo. Um frio gostoso sobe por minha barriga ao escutar sua voz no pé da minha orelha.

— Não seja uma burra esquecida. Não te enchi de leitinho ainda, só pode dormir depois que eu te esborrar todinha e deixa essa sua buceta gulosa ardendo de tanto levar pau.

Esse era ele.

Dong Sicheng era um rostinho bonito e inocente que enganava todo mundo, até mesmo me enganou. Ele transmitia gentileza e bondade com seu rosto e jeito, me envolvi com ele por conta disso, de sua aparência dócil e calma, mas quebrei a cara.

Dong Sicheng chamou minha atenção por conta da pressão de minhas “amigas” que queriam sempre me arrumar algum de seus amigos, como se eu por ser gorda não pudesse fazer isso sozinha. E para parar com isso, resolvi escolher um menino bobinho. E Sicheng era o garoto meio nerd e bonitinho que vivia estudando na biblioteca do campus.

Resolvi me aproximar jurando que seria um namoro calmo e um bom passatempo até que as garotas parasse de me perturbar, mas mal sabia eu que ele era uma grande enganação, uma grande e gostosa enganação.

Sinto suas mãos passando por debaixo de meu vestido lilás floridinho. Seguindo com seus dedos gelados até minha calcinha, não demorando para puxar para o lado e mergulhar seu indicador por minha dobras.

Tirando um gemido de meus lábios.

— Putinha suja, está molhadinha. — murmura maldoso, subindo com suas mãos e esfregando em meu clitóris. — Mal entramos no quarto, e a minha putinha já está molhadinha, prontinha para levar pau com vontade.

Sinto o leve arrepio subindo e minhas pernas fraquejarem por um curto momento ao sentir WinWin enfiando dois dedos de uma vez. Entrando e saindo com eles, sem nem me deixar acostumar.

— WinWin.. — choramingo, segurando em suas mãos.Tentando controlar a velocidade de seus dedos. E em troca, recebo apenas um puxão no cabelo, pendo meu pescoço para o lado e sinto os seus mordiscar.

— Preparando direitinho para depois não ficar chorando que nem uma fraca que não aguenta levar pau na bucetinha, apesar de ser típico de você. — escuto o seu sussurro frio.

— V-você que é… grande.. demais! — praguejo, sentindo-me vazia por um instante com o sair de seus dedos.

Nem escuto uma resposta, apenas sinto suas mãos levantando meu vestido e logo estou deitada de bruços na cama. Com a bunda toda para o alto, sentindo seus olhos me queimando.

— Tão gostosa. — escuto o dizer junto ao som de seu zip sendo aberto. Olho por cima dos ombros e sinto minha boca secando ao ver o pau branquinho e as bolas depiladas saindo de suas calças e box. — De quatro.

Sicheng mandava e eu obedecia, era sempre assim e eu amava isso.

Faço como o seu pedido, erguendo meu quadril para cima e deitando meu rosto no lençol macio, sentindo o geladinho.

Abro as pernas sem qualquer vergonha. Mostrando como estava molhadinha e ansiosa por seu caralho me tomando com vontade.

Mordisco o lábio com força ao sentir sua mão pálida passeando por minha bunda e logo seu dedo deslizando por meus lábios, chegando até o clitóris e depois voltando.

Minha respiração trava ao sentir a cabecinha do pau passeando, misturando nossas excitações.

— Sem gemer alto demais, ninguém merece escutar o seu escândalo toda vez que leva pau. 

Remexo meu quadril inquieta, desejando seu pau metendo logo. Ignorando seu alerta.

— Ouviu? — puxa meus cabelos, me fazendo encarar seus olhos frios.

— Sim. Eu ouvi. — gemo manhosa, ondulando meus quadris. Empurrando para trás, afim de acelerar o processo e parar com a tortura de ter seu pau duro e grande entrando lentamente.

— Quietinha.

E é a última coisa coerente que escuto antes de revirar os olhos com sua entrada brusca. E o socar violento de seus quadris, me fazendo enfiar mais o rosto no lençol, para abafar o gemido.

WinWin metia sem pena, colocando tudo até o talo. O som de suas bolas batendo contra minha pele era alto.

O som escapa contra minha vontade de meus lábios.

Ele queria que eu ficasse quieta, mas era meio difícil com os seus movimentos bruscos. Já sentia minha parte íntima latejando e moldando seu grande pau conforme entrava e saia.

Ele podia ser magrinho e nem tão alto assim se for comparar com os outros meninos da nossa universidade, mas o que não tinha nisso, havia de pau. E até demais, pensava a maioria das vezes.

— Não seja escandalosa, se controla. — deposita sem pena um tapa na minha bunda, puxando meus cabelos com sua outra mão. No entanto, era impossível. — Porra, você está me deixando puto.

Sai de dentro de mim. Me virando de costas e logo abrindo minhas pernas de novo, voltando com seu pau.

Volta a meter, com o acréscimo agora de suas mãos em minha boca.

As lágrimas enchem o canto dos meus olhos. Era tão bom.

— Tão apertada. Leva pau todo dia e continua apertadinha.— resmunga rouco, aproximando seu rosto dos meus seios. Rodeando por fim com a língua um deles.

Puxo com força o ar pela boca quando sua mão desce. Passeando por meus grandes seios e em seguida em meus largos quadris, segurando com força ali. Aumentando os movimentos.

Seus lábios se afastam e nossos olhos se esbarram. O desejo e a maneira que me olhava apenas deixava tudo mais excitante.

Ahh, eu gostava tanto disso. Gostava tanto da maneira que Dong Sicheng me olhava como se fosse a pessoa mais linda que viu na vida, ele tentava disfarçar, mas era péssimo.

Seus olhos comiam cada dobrinha minha.

Gostava de o como me deixava sem qualquer insegurança por não ser magra e estar sem qualquer filtro em sua frente.

E gostava ainda mais de ter me enganado ao seu respeito e acabado caindo em uma cilada deliciosa.

An Orgasm A Day Keeps The Cramps Away

Paring: GP!Yunjin x Bottom Reader

Genre: Smut

Summary: Yunjin decides to help you with your cramps during your time of the month.

More: Masterlist

A/n: I wrote this fic because I have just started my period again and my cramps are causing me a lot of pain. I am also considering writing more period-related content, including smut.

Yunjin was in the practice room with Y/n when she saw Y/n was in pain. She immediately stopped what she was doing and approached Y/n with concern written all over her face. "Y/n, what's wrong? You seem to be in pain." Yunjin asked, her voice soft and gentle. Y/n let out a sigh before responding, "Ah, it's just my period. I just started and the cramps are killing me. Nothing seems to help." Yunjin nodded, remembering how painful cramps could be. She decided to do some research to see if there was anything she could do to help Y/n.

As it turned out, orgasms were known to provide relief from menstrual cramps. Eager to help her friend, Yunjin suggested, "Hey, Y/n, have you ever heard of how orgasms can help with cramps? Maybe we could try that?" Y/n's face turned bright red and she stuttered, "Uh, well, I-I've heard about it, but I'm a virgin. I don't really know how to do it."

Yunjin smiled reassuringly. "Don't worry, I can help you. It's not as scary as it sounds, and we can do it in a way that's comfortable for you." She moved closer to Y/n and kissed her softly on the lips. "We can start with this." As they continued to make out, Yunjin began to undress Y/n, taking off her shirt and revealing her flat chest.

Y/n glanced down at her own body, feeling self-conscious about her nakedness. "But, um, won't it get messy if we do it here?" she asked, referring to the practice room. Yunjin thought for a moment and then nodded. "You're right. Let's go to our dorm instead. I'm sure we can find a way to make it work." Together, they went to their shared bedroom and entered the bathroom. Yunjin turned on the shower and adjusted the temperature until it was nice and hot. "This should help relax you," she said with a gentle smile.

As Y/n stepped into the steamy shower, Yunjin closed the shower door behind them. She wrapped her arms around Y/n and started kissing her passionately, their tongues tangling together. Y/n moaned softly into the kiss, feeling a heat building up between her legs. Yunjin could tell that Y/n was ready, so she leaned forward and began to kiss and lick along her neck and collarbone.

Y/n gasped and arched her back, her eyes fluttering shut. She could feel Yunjin's hand moving between their bodies, stroking her gently. "Are you sure you want to do this?" Yunjin asked, her voice husky with desire. "I don't want to hurt you." Y/n nodded, her breath coming in short gasps. "Yes, I trust you," she whispered.

With that, Yunjin positioned herself in front of Y/n and slowly guided her hips forward. Their bodies aligned perfectly, and Yunjin felt her own girlhood slide effortlessly inside Y/n's wetness. They groaned in unison as their hips began to move together, their bodies becoming one in the heat of passion. Yunjin's fingers dug into Y/n's hips, urging her to go deeper, harder, faster.

Y/n threw her head back, her long hair falling forward to hide her face from view. She arched her back, meeting Yunjin's thrusts with equal force. The pleasure was intense, overwhelming, but somehow, it felt like it was helping to ease the pain. The cramps that had been wracking her body seemed to fade away as the orgasm began to build inside her.

"Oh, Yunjin!" she cried out, her voice muffled by the sound of their bodies slapping together. "I'm close!" Yunjin's hips quickened, and she leaned forward, nipple brushing against Y/n's. "Cum with me, baby," she whispered, her breath hot against Y/n's ear. And with those words, Y/n's orgasm crashed over her like a wave, washing away the last vestiges of pain and leaving her spent and satisfied.

They clung to each other, their hearts racing, as they tried to catch their breath. Yunjin's chest heaved up and down, and she could feel her own juices still dripping from their entangled bodies. She smiled down at Y/n, who looked up at her with a mixture of surprise and contentment.

"That was amazing," Y/n whispered, her voice barely audible above the sound of the running water. "Thank you." Yunjin leaned down and kissed her softly. "No, thank you. I've never felt anything like that before. You're incredible." They continued to embrace, lost in the afterglow of their shared experience, until the water began to cool and reality slowly crept back in.

With a sigh, Yunjin stepped away from Y/n and turned off the shower. She grabbed a towel and wrapped it around herself before wrapping another around Y/n. "Come on," she said, leading Y/n out of the shower and into the bedroom. "Let's get cleaned up and relax." They dried off, got dressed, and climbed into bed, snuggling close together under the soft sheets. Yunjin couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment wash over her as she wrapped her arm around Y/n's waist.

They lay there for a while, just enjoying each other's company in silence. Yunjin could feel the warmth of Y/n's body against hers, and it was oddly comforting. She wondered if this was how it felt to be in love. She couldn't deny that she had been attracted to Y/n from the moment they met, but she never expected to feel this way about her. It was almost overwhelming at times, but in a good way.

As they lay there, Y/n traced idle patterns on Yunjin's arm with her finger. "Thank you for being here for me tonight," she said softly. "I don't know what I would have done without you." Yunjin smiled down at her. "You're my best friend, Y/n. Of course I'm here for you. And I'm glad we could…do this. I hope it helped." Y/n nodded, her cheeks flushing slightly. "It did. More than you'll ever know."

Their eyes met, and for a moment, Yunjin thought she saw something different in Y/n's gaze. Something that went beyond friendship. But before she could say anything, Y/n looked away, a small smile playing at the corners of her mouth. "Let's get some sleep, okay?" Yunjin nodded, feeling a pang of disappointment deep in her chest. But she knew that tonight, they had shared something special, and that was enough for now.

They settled into the bed, spooning together, and soon fell into a deep, satisfying sleep. As they drifted off, Yunjin couldn't help but feel a sense of peace wash over her. It was as if everything that had happened before this moment had been leading up to this night, and for the first time in a long time, she felt truly at ease.