Reader: F (Plus Size) Character:Toshinori Yagi, Shōta Aizawa Rating: M Summary:Staring Prompt: Call me when you get them. Warning:Suggestive Themes, Implied Smut, Fishnets, Sugar Daddy AU Tip Jar |Commission Info | Ask Box: Open
The fishnets Aizawa bought you fishnets, he simply said over the phone “Call me when you get them.” Before he had to go back to teaching.
Surprisingly teachers at U.A. made good money, you guessed it was considering that they were more likely to die teaching than being a pro hero, it was an insurance policy. And Aizawa spent it on you.
It took a few days for them to come to the mailbox of your apartment. You looked at photos of it online in anticipation. They weren’t anything special, just black fishnets with garters.
But Aizawa wanted to be the first ones to see you in them. He knew because of your thicker thighs that they would spill over and he anticipated that as much as you anticipated for them to come in.
“You’re going to look great.” He said tiredly over dinner. He was known for wanting to dress you up int he finest black and white clothing around. He loved the monochromatic look on you.
“Are you sure, Shōta, I just don’t want to look… Gross.”
“Of course not, kitten.” He said with a small smile, “Just call me when they come in.” He rubbed his sock foot against your ankle.
When they eventually came in you were studying for your post-graduate class in your bedroom. You were reclined against your pillows when you got a buzz from the main office that a package came in. Excitedly you rushed downstairs and say the padded envelope on the desk.
Happily you brought it back up and looked at the time, your call would have to wait as Aizawa was still teaching. But you were so tempted to just open the package, just to see what was inside.
You wondered how they would look on you once you got them open. It was tempting.
But you were patient and when you knew he was done teaching, you closed your textbook and got the package open. You felt the fishnets in your hands for a moment and loved the feeling of their softness in your hands.
You put them on and quickly sent a photo with Aizawa with a heart emoji. They fit your legs to a T, but the tops of your thighs spilled over the tops of them. You frowned a little bit, but you could cover it with a skirt no problem. Plus Aizawa would like that. You stood in front of your mirror and looked at yourself from all angles until you heard the ‘ding’ of your phone.
“I’m coming over.” He replied simply.
Toshinori bought you some All Might themed fishnets while he was bored in his office one afternoon. He texted you simply, “Tell me when you get them.”
You saw what they looked like, red, white and blue with a dash of yellow. On the tops of them they had the All Might logo on them. You rolled your eyes at how cheesy they looked, but you knew that Toshinori liked when you wore his merchandise, even if he wasn’t All Might anymore.
“You will lovely in them.” He said as he curled an arm around you on the couch, “You’re my special girl, everyone has to know you are All Might’s true love.” He smiled.
You blushed a little, “Oh shush, you just like seeing how they’ll squish my thighs.”
He chuckled, “Maybe, sweetheart.”
You knew that Toshinori liked your thighs, he thought their squishiness added to their charm and liked to see you in skirts that showed off how thick they were. Toshinori wasn’t a man who now had a lot of meat on his bones, so he loved that you were thicker in some areas.
One of those areas was your thighs and oh boy did he love them. He loved to spoil you, from the house the two of you lived in, to your ability to eat more than instant ramen. Toshinori had a lot of cash saved away from his time as a pro, and he needed someone to spoil.
You were the lucky person that he spoiled to death. Anything you wanted, you got. But in exchange you two had dates, hung out and went to events together. But you two loved one another, Toshinori had never met a girl like you and you never met a man like Toshinori.
He was your special Toshi, the one you came home to after teaching at the local university. He was always more than happy to cook for you even though the most he could eat was smoothies.
He placed a hand on your thigh and said, “They’re going to be beautiful.”
It took a few days for them to be sent to the house and you anxious waited by the door until you heard the sound of it being slipped through the mail window on the door.
“Package!” You yelped from your office chair as you got up and went over to
You picked it up from the floor and brought it into your shared bedroom. You knew that Toshinori was probably on his own in his office. You pulled open the package and smiled to yourself as you pulled them out.
They were thick fishnets, expensive feelings and in the colours of your beloved sugar daddy.
You tried them one and sent a few photos to Toshinori from different angles. You want to see what his money was going towards. You giggled to yourself as you turned in the mirror to get it from the back. Exposing rolls and all to him. But he just loved you for that.
Toshinori blushed at his office chair at your photos, he loved how they looked near the curve of your ass. He looked around his part of the office before he scrolled through the photos once more.
And he simply replied, “Please wear them when I come home.”
Reader: Gender Neutral (Plus Size) Character:Katsuki Bakugou Rating: G Summary:Prompt: "Sorry, I just really love wearing your sweater cause it smells like you!“ Warning:Fluff, Plus Sized Reader Tip Jar |Commission Info | Ask Box: Open
Bakugou’s jacket wrapped around you tightly as you two walked down the street. You both had the day off at U.A. and wanted to spend some time together.
You brought the collar of the jacket to your nose and sniffed it, taking in the scent of his body spray. You giggled to yourself and pulled it closer around you.
You weren’t able to zip it up because of your chest size, but it was warm enough to wear it open and let it bring you comfort. You brought your nose to the collar again and took a deep inhale.
It brought butterflies to your stomach, you smiled to yourself as you held Bakugou’s hand with your other hand.
At the crosswalk you did it again, and Bakugou noticed you out of the corner of his eye. He smirked to himself and asked, “Whatcha doing, babe?”
"Sorry, I just really love wearing your jacket cause it smells like you!” You yelped. You pulled your face away from the jacket and shoved your hands into the pockets of the jacket. You were obviously embarrassed.
“It’s okay, babe. You look cute in it anyway.” He smirked, “Shows that you’re mine.”
You blushed and looked away from him, “Oh shut up.”
He leaned in and kissed your neck, “I like it, babe.”
You crossed the street and entered the mall on the other side of the street. He kept his arm looped around yours as you entered and went to the food court. He likes the sight of you in his jacket.
Your full figure suited the black and orange well. He watched you order lunch and lick your lips as you waited for the food. He couldn’t help himself and leaned in to kiss you on the lips.
“Keep the jacket.” He said, “It looks great on you.”
“Katsuki, are you sure?” You asked.
He nodded and went in for another kiss, “You look amazing in it. I want to see you in it all the time.”
You chuckled, “I can’t even zip it up.”
“Don’t care, just keep wearing it sweetheart.”
“But what if the scent goes away?” You playfully pouted.
He kissed you again and said, “Then I’ll wear it again. Then give it back for you to look so hot in it.”
You sniffed the collar again and held onto Bakugou’s hand. You smiled at him and leaned against him as you waited for your food. You’d keep the jacket, so you’d have a part of your boyfriend always.
☼ : vulgar descriptions of sex–this shit is not flowery, multiple uses of word ‘puthy’ (not like that but you get it), use of the word c*nt
☼ : fluff,smut
()?:Hi!!! I would like to request a one-shot of jack harlow x plus-size, mixed, female!reader (that was long lolll) but basically, they have been friends for a while and she’s in college while he’s doing his thing. he comes by her dorm, to hang out and catch up… maybe he finds out she has been talking to this guy and jack doesn’t like it… so they end up fucking & confessing feelings? - anonymous.
:3.7k+, I’m ashamed that this is my current longest fic.
:You had plans to go out with another man while Jack was present in your home. Extreme emphasis on 'had’.
/:I changed some aspects for the sake of providing background and plot before.. yk
Because of the way this fic was written, this is 18+ ONLY! MDNI!
No matter how much an old rom-com glorifies traveling by bus, train, or trolly, you hated public transportation. On your left was a loud ass baby bawling their eyes out, one father frantically rolling the stroller back and forth to soothe them, while the other tried to shove a baby bottle or pacifier into their mouth to shut them up and remove the amount of train passenger eyes on his back. On your right is a loud woman on the phone with another in her hands, furiously typing an email to whomst giveth a fuck. You were proud because she sounded like she was girlbossin’ it up with her distinguished suit, briefcase, and assertive tone to who you presumed to be her assistant, but in addition to the loud voices ringing through the packed car, you were two seconds away from smacking her and breaking both phones. And to make matters worse, from the smell that just racked through the air, you’re pretty sure either the baby or the man in the black hoodie near the corner took a shit.
You just wanted to get home as soon as possible. You’d already missed the bus around the corner from your current nursing school, so you had to wait an additional hour and walk a multitude of blocks to get to the nearest train station.
You lived in New York, so even owning a car would be pointless, the only thing that’d change is the location of your frustration, but considering the overstimulation of where you’d sat, you’d much prefer being stuck in never-changing traffic than in this hell-sent transport.
From what Apple Maps could tell you, you were still thirty minutes from your apartment because after leaving the car, you’d still have to walk from the station down four blocks and up the scarily steep steps of your building.
You pulled out your airpod pros—gifted to you from a friend that had been in a promotion campaign shoot, and quickly turned on noise cancellation. It did well closing out what it could but left the agitating feel of unpopped ears behind. You sat back and spread your legs to the fullest extent of your ability to give a gentle reminder to those next to you to move over a little and fantasized about what you were gonna do once home.
Immediately you’d need to take a shower, college wasn’t the cleanliest place, and you were sweating buckets under your brown trenchcoat and were scared that if you removed it, you would only add another stench to this godforsaken place. You had a test in your chemistry class. Of course, your overly studious ass studied. Still, it seemed like you were never prepared enough no matter how many times you rewatched videos explaining things on youtube or the notes you were provided by your professor.
You envisioned eucalyptus essential oils permeating your space while you peacefully watered your plants hanging or sitting in various spots of your apartment. You had already prepped a Mediterranean salad’s ingredients the night before, not in an effort to change your size, but because your stomach was sensitive and one can only eat so many chipotle bowls before their stomach, and bank account suffered the consequences.
But dinner was quickly excused from your mind when you remembered that you’d already made plans for tonight.
You looked up and saw the familiar green sign of the station you’d become accustomed to stepping in every so often when you wanted to travel to the bougie farmer’s market in between colleges and quickly stood up to join the wave of those leaving the car, walking fast out the station and up the stairs onto the large sidewalk.
The streets were far from empty since everyone typically got off work within this hour, so you maneuvered your way through the slow crowd down the blocks to your apartment.
You were lucky you now lived in a relatively safe area. When you first moved here from Kentucky, your first place was run down and dingy, but once getting a visit from your friend since birth that gets to enjoy his twenties out of school and on stages in front of sold-out crowds, he immediately moved you into a somehow entirely paid-off apartment in a more expensive side of town.
Speaking of, he was supposed to be showing up to stay with you some time this week for his tour.
He wouldn’t stop blowing up your phone during your class and embarrassed you with the number of times he retried facetiming you in the completely silent rooms of your classes, and if you checked right now, you’d see the obnoxious updates to his location and current situation he found endearing, like you’d actually need them.
'just landed at the airport (3:33 pm)
got off my flight and am trying airport taco bell (3:50 pm)
update: not a good idea to eat airport taco bell (4:14 pm)
really regret trying those taco bell wings y/n/n, my ass hurt (4:19 pm)
omw to ur crib (5:20)
here
let me up stink stink (5:50)
since you not answering, I’m letting myself in and farting on your couch cushions (5:51)’
But since you wouldn’t like to add having your new 13 pro snatched on the streets of New York to your already stressful day, your phone remained in your deep pocket, and you stayed oblivious.
You unlocked your door, stripped yourself of your heavy jacket, leather gloves, and platform boots, and made your way to your plant collection. It was an assignment in one of your biology courses where you read that having plants in your home made you feel a little less dead inside—so you immediately purchased 20.
Two string of bananas plants by your windows, large money trees on either side of the floor-to-windows for a symmetrical look, and ones you bought at nurseries and depots throughout the living room and kitchen.
You damn near ran to the bathroom in your bedroom once you watered and misted all of your plants, stripping as you clambered. Once you got to your weirdly already open door, you were left in your underwear and bra. One of your girlfriends bought you a lingerie set, a black lacy bra that left enough gaps to make everything above visible, with matching underwear, sheer enough to show everything but your actual parts, to get over an ex while simultaneously setting up multiple dating site accounts for you.
It’s why you currently had another date with a supposedly decent guy tonight, but not the reason you wore the set—laundry day hadn’t come. You still hadn’t washed anything in the heaping baskets in your closet and were only left with the undergarments you never wore.
You walked through the door and turned your back to grab your brown towel, hearing a loud whistle behind you.
“Wow, Y/N. You wore all that for me?” you heard a deep voice reverberate behind you, each word of his making your heart sink to your asscheeks.
He laid back on your bed with an arm tucked behind his head, the other holding his phone up on his pelvis with a toothpick peaking out of his lips, his shirt slightly riding up and leaving his happy trail visible. In any other circumstance, you would’ve jumped onto him to express how glad you were to see him, but at the moment, that didn’t seem too appropriate, nor were you happy to see him.
And it honestly didn’t help that this man had gotten finer since the last time you saw him. You were best friends that admitted the other was attractive, but you never acted on your feelings. And you thought they would disappear with time.
That was nearly ten years ago. You’ve had a crush on the man with a slight southern drawl to his deep voice since you were fifteen and due to the fact that he was around you with every chance he got, this never changed–not even escaping to New York was enough, because look at him now, enticingly laid up on your bed, eyeing you down like he did to the video vixens he worked with.
All he had to do was say the word, and you’d text whomever the fuck you were seeing tonight and hop on this man like a pogo stick.
On the flip side, Jack felt like the luckiest motherfucker alive. He’s loved your ass since he could walk, his mother and yours constantly making fun of him as a toddler for never wanting to leave your side.
You had attachment issues with your mother, and he had attachment issues with you.
He initially thought it was because he saw you as an extremely close friend, but he realized he loved you during one of the times you both ran off-campus in high school for lunch. You always fought him on who’d be paying for the food y'all bought, but every time you raced to pull out your card, he was always faster, already having it swiped and the food paid for.
He realized he loved you in more ways than on the night of prom. You’d been saving up for the last couple of months from your secretary job at a hospital to purchase a Valdir Sahiti gown and convinced his ma to tailor it to your god-given curves. It was a gorgeous blue satin dress that trailed up your brown legs that Jack couldn’t keep his eyes off. He chased off multiple guys that planned to make their prom date made sure he was the first to ask you to prom with an elaborate proposal that took him a few weeks to set straight.
You both spent your youth obsessing over The Princess and the Frog, so he adhered to it’s theme–he took you on a similar ferry to the one in the proposal scene and held up a cheesy poster he clearly had his mother’s help with. It read, 'Will you be the Evangeline to my Raymond and go with me to prom?’ It definitely was the cheesiest shit you’ve ever read, but appreciated his effort and said yes with a kiss to his cheek.
Throughout the night, his mind would trail back to how regal you looked, and he wondered how long it would take you to get out of it with his help and how those shiny legs that he saw you rub cocoa butter into while getting ready would look over his shoulders.
He’d decided that night that you were it for him, sure he’d actually have to ask first, but he’d do everything to make you his one day, even if it may be far away since he was too much of a pussy to ask. But if the moment ever presented itself, let’s just say he already had multiple ways he thought of different ways wine, dine and fuck you in numerous ways over the furniture in your house.
“No. it’s not I ain’t wash my panties yet-”
“I could help-”
“Jack, please just go plug up my phone and shut the fuck up,” you said, flicking your hand in his direction and walking into the bathroom. Jack stood up to look for it but first stopped to watch you walk.
“Hate to see you go, but love watch you leave.” he muttered before turning to search. He knew you left your shit in your pockets often, so the trench coat on your rack was the first place he checked.
Turning on your phone to its lock screen, the battery sat at 49%, and a couple notifications popped up on your screen. Jack wanted to be nosy, so he scrolled through the line-up of little pop-ups.
The first thing that showed were 23 messages from him alone. Below was a Tinder message notification for another person named William, asking for confirmation on the time you’d set up for tonight, 8 pm.
He had no clue who the fuck William was, what you were planning to do at 8, or that you even had Tinder, to begin with, but that shit wouldn’t fly. He’d managed to stave guys away from you in high school, but he’d be damned if he lost you to a man that shared a name with the ugliest prince in the royal family in college.
He didn’t know how long he’d been standing there plotting to snipe this happy-go-lucky ass, rice krispie treat, snap, crackle, pop ass man, but when he looked up, you were wrapped in a towel with your long light ginger wig poking up slightly from the way you had it in a claw clip. You had two black dresses in your hand, presumably for him to choose, but in all honesty, neither of them were something hoy-me-hoy-minyoy ass Phil deserved to see.
And that didn’t sit right with Jack.
“You wearing allat for him, mama?” his voice dropped an octave, and he looked at you genuinely confused with a slight smirk on his face.
Your hands holding up the dresses slowly dropped to your sides, letting the ends lightly drag on the floor. He did this often, confusing you on whether he liked you or was jokingly flirting with you again, but you got the hint of him being serious.
“Yeah I am, did you go through my phone-“ he cut you off before you could finish.
“You’re not going out with him, and you sure as hell wont be wearing something like those dresses for some mediocre man.” he straightened up while stepping closer to you.
When he was close enough, he tilted down bringing his face close to yours, slightly tilting his head again while looking directly in your eyes.
“Just how bad was the dick you’ve been getting that you feel the need to dress like this for some boy that couldn’t make you cum more than once?” his voice rasped lowly and condescendingly. He could see the astonishment from his statements shift to desire from the proximity of his face. Maybe if he kept going, he could get you to kiss him first.
You began to shuffle backwards, you had no destination in mind, you just needed to get away from him so he couldn’t see your nipples pebbling against the soft fabric of your towel and before your wetness could make it down your inner thighs. The hold this man had on you was surprising, and you weren’t sure you could curb the feeling or attraction you had towards him anymore with the ever-building sexual tension in the large space that seems so compact now.
The dresses had long dropped from your slightly shaking hands, and you’d hit a counter behind you. You’d backed yourself all the way into the kitchen, and Jack didn’t stop you. One of the positions he imagined earlier was on the very counter your sexy ass was leaning on.
He trapped you with his hands on either side of yours and his body towered over yours. Now you definitely weren’t a track and field type of person, but you speculated if you could manage your way between his legs to sprint your way back to your bedroom. Your thoughts were halted when his hand raised to your neck to slowly tap around the places he’d grip while fucking you in doggy. If he leaned down, he could kiss you, but first he needed your consent.
“You still want to go out with live-action Spongebob, mama?”
“Fuck no.” It would’ve been a funny joke if you didn’t want to get your pussy pounded 80 ways into next year, so you brought your arm up and pulled him down into a steamy kiss, setting him off.
Jack had you on your stomach with your ass pushed up and in his face, creating a deep arch in your spine, so he could eat you from the back. You remembered him saying he wanted to try it out when vocalizing song lyrics with Druski and Urban. You just never thought it’d be with you.
His lips alone drew two orgasms out of you, and he still didn’t seem like he wanted to let up. You weren’t sure if he was down there for your pleasure or his anymore. One hand groping your ass and holding you up, momentarily spreading if he wanted to reach farther with his tongue, and the other thrusting in and out of you at an unforgiving pace, causing uncharacteristic moans to erupt from the depths of your throat.
“Jack… please..”
He pulled back and kneeled behind you, his fingers rubbing around your clit while he smiled with a beard drenched in your cum.
“All of this is for me? Shit, you sure you ever wanted to go out with Paul?” he said mockingly.
“It was Philip,” you responded exasperatedly. You wanted to continue and call him a dick but were stopped when his large hand slammed down on your ass.
“Aww, you can still talk? Oh, now baby, that just won’t work.” you could hear his southern accent pop a little into his words while he moved to remove himself from the rest of his clothes. His eyes never left your ass, but you were still struggling to catch your breath from the first orgasm.
“Just won’t work.” you looked back between your legs to see what stopped Jack from finishing out your orgasm and caught a long glimpse of his hard dick.
He’d pried his pants from his legs his boxers following suit, and when he stood it bounced back up hitting his stomach as it stood tall.
It was scarily big from what you expected.
Long and thick, with a tip that matched the color of his flared cheeks, bulging veins running up and down with his tip dripping pre.
You assumed he didn’t carry condoms with him since he wouldn’t expect to fuck you while staying, so you let him in raw, a problem you’d deal with later if it ever arose.
(please do not have sex unprotected regardless of your gender expression, signed, a concerned author)
He pulled you back so his hands could find a spot on the rolls created by the position he had you in, you expected him to back out once he saw you without clothes, but if anything he only appeared eager to find his place between your legs.
(pushed in part)
Your brown skin glistened with sweat as he began with slow deep strokes, he may have wanted to fuck you for years, but he wanted to make you feel comfortable. This was for both of y’all, not just him.
You were still mildly disoriented but peeved at Jack’s pace.
“Shit.. Jack.. move faster, please” you begged, bouncing your ass back to meet his thrusts and pull him deeper into you.
His bright blue eyes couldn’t leave the way his dick dragged in and out of you, splitting your glistening folds around him and leaving a growing ring of cum by his pelvis.
“Fuck, Y/N.” he moaned through clenched teeth, speeding up his pace and making the sound of your ass clapping back onto him louder.
“Like this, mama?” he groaned sultrily, grabbing the hair by your scalp and raising you up so he could shift his hand to your neck while the other held you around your stomach.
He kissed your cheek while jackhammering into you. You nodded like it was the last thing you’d do. You prayed that walls weren’t thin because these loud sinful moans falling from your lips would definitely be audible to your neighbors. You were unsure how you’d face sweet old Ms. Mabel if she could hear you now.
“God, Jack… please..” you cried as he pulled out of you to flip your position. He’d moved you onto your back, displaying an extremely attractive amount of strength, and moved your knees up as far as they could get to your chest before pushing right back in.
His pace was merciless this time. One foot up on the bed, letting one leg draped over the raised leg, while he held the other.
His head was thrown back in pleasure, unashamed to let out moans and groans of his own while continued deeply stroking you. He had curls stuck to his forehead at the moment, but that was the least of his worries the pussy of his soulmate felt this damn good.
“Cum for Y/N, give it to me mama,” he said, dropping his leg, planting his feet back on the ground, and moving his hands back to your waist to pull you onto him harder.
You were seeing stars and were damn sure you’d pass out, but you were so close, and your toys stashed under your bed could never make you feel this level of ecstasy.
Your moans raised an octave and Jack leaned over your chest, moving your legs to wrap around his waist while holding your hands above your head. He kissed you feverishly as he felt your cunt spasm around him, he tried to stave off cumming before you, but if you kept gripping his dick and sucking him back in like this, he may just pop one in the next second.
“Shh baby, I hear you,” he whispered into your ear.
“Fuuuuuck..” you let out a guttural moan as Jack nailed in the coffin that was your vagina. The intensity of the orgasm had your cum leaving down the globes of your ass and already feeling the next-day soreness, while Jack pulled out of you and used his hand to finish himself off.
Your glad he pulled because you definitely wouldn’t have made him.
Jack collapsed onto his back next to you while you haphazardly lowered your legs while trying to come back from your visit to God.
“This may be shit timing but, I really, really like you Y/N.” Jack whispered.
“I think I gathered that when I kissed you in the kitchen, Jack,” you replied while trying to catch your bearings.
“Sooo… round two in the shower?” you mumbled as jack used a rag to clean you off.
A/N:I saw this TikTok of this woman lifting her boyfriend onto a counter and immediately thought about the scenario with Jay. I feel like he seems like he should be really “traditional” about being the dominant one in a relationship but he’s actually totally okay with letting his partner take control.
When it came to signature moves, Jay had a few that he always relied on. Some of them you were sure he didn’t even realize he was doing, like the little half smirk and the eyebrow raise. But others, you knew he did on purpose. Especially what you had decided months earlier was your absolute favorite.
It didn’t matter what you were doing in the kitchen, whether you were making food, washing dishes, getting a cup of coffee; Jay would come up behind you, turn you around, and lift you onto the counter. You weren’t sure if it was some macho masculinity thing or some ‘look how strong I am’ flex that he needed to prove to you that he could physically lift you off your feet. You knew you were neither petite nor thin and you definitely didn’t pull off that whole ‘wearing his shirt like a dress’ thing Gabby or Erin probably had but you were far from insecure about your relationship or yourself. You were a firefighter after all, you ran into burning buildings and hauled people out of them, you didn’t need a boyfriend who treated you like a delicate flower. And Jay never did but you knew he liked showing off (and liked taking you on the counter).
You’d dated guys in the past who always wanted to prove they were somehow tougher than you. Whether it was undermining your job, being condescending, or being oddly competitive with you, you were used to shitty boyfriends thinking it somehow threatened their masculinity to date someone who could probably kick their ass. Jay showing off wasn’t about showing you up though, it was simply about impressing you which is what made it so endearing in the first place. Like a funny quirk, it was a habit he didn’t seem willing to break.
You loved it honestly, even when you knew it was coming. The feeling of Jay leaving you slightly breathless as he lifted you onto the kitchen counter, caged you against the cabinet, and littered your thighs with kisses, gently pushing your legs apart…it was a good way to start your morning, especially when you were on shift and wouldn’t see him again until the next day.
“What are you watching?” It was Sylvie, or rather her new obsession with watching couples on TikTok, that sparked the idea.
“This woman did this video,” she passed the phone to you, “it was so cute and wholesome.”
You watched the woman in question lift her boyfriend onto their kitchen island and you almost laughed out loud, the image of you doing the same thing to Jay immediately coming to mind. Despite it feeling like your own personal inside joke you were surprised when the idea didn’t go away, instead nagging at you for the duration of shift until you finally decided to do something about it.
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By the time you got home it was nearing 8am. Coffee was already brewing in the kitchen and you could hear the shower running from the en-suite bathroom. Jay was up, getting ready for work and reminding you why you hated off days more than shift days.
It didn’t take long for the shower to shut off, the quiet padding of Jay’s feet in the bedroom filling the silent apartment. You were sure he knew you were home, whether it was years of detective work or just a sixth sense he had, you very rarely managed to sneak up on him.
“Hey, you eat yet?” Jay asked, catching your attention as he walked into the kitchen in his boxers, grabbing his toothbrush off the counter. He wasn’t shy about the appreciative once over he did of you while he brushed his teeth, waiting for your answer. Your schedules didn’t always sync up the way Jay would’ve liked but he tried to be intentional about the time you did have. If he could get an extra hour of time with you before work he’d gladly take it.
“Not yet. But I’m not making you breakfast.”
“I wasn’t gonna ask you to make breakfast!” He insisted, toothbrush bobbing in his mouth as he spoke, “that was one time and I was incredibly hungover, to be fair.” Jay spit out his toothpaste, wiped his mouth and leaned against the kitchen counter, your mind immediately wandering to the video Sylvie had shown you. “I was gonna ask if you wanted to grab something before I head in.”
“Okay,” you agreed, closing the distance between you to kiss him. The sharp mint taste still on his lips made you scrunch your nose.
Without giving him any warning, you bent your knees just enough to wrap your arms around Jay’s waist and lift up, lifting your very solid boyfriend onto the kitchen counter the same way he’d done to you a hundred times.
“Holy shit!” Jay practically shouted as he grabbed at the butcher block counter. You couldn’t help laughing too, leaning forward into him, pressing your face into his thigh as you tried to catch your breath. You hadn’t honestly expected to be able to lift him that high and you were genuinely as surprised as him that you had hauled him onto the counter successfully.
A second later Jay was grabbing at your arms, pulling you away so he could see your face, hands moving to cup your cheeks, “what are you doing?” He asked, still amused.
“I was trying to be sexy,” you laughed, “you always do it.”
“Yeah…” he nodded, looking at you with that raised eyebrow like he was trying to figure something out, “I kinda liked it.”
“You’re so full of shit.”
“No, I’m serious, that was…hot.” He admitted, a light blush obscuring his freckles. He leaned forward enough that he could kiss you, tilting your head back as you leaned against the counter between his legs. You were convinced that Jay had a natural gravity about him, something that always drew you in, urging you to be as close as possible to him. If you were out somewhere together you always wanted to have a hand in his or his arm around your shoulder, when you kissed him, even at this height difference, with the counter more in your way than anything, you tried to be as close as possible, hands on his bare thighs, his knees caging you in, kissing him with your whole body leaning into his touch.
When you finally pulled away Jay hopped off the counter, backing you up to the island only to kiss you again. He kept his hands on your waist, squeezing just above the hand of your yoga shorts. “I thought we were getting something to eat,” you mentioned once he broke the kiss.
“I was distracted by you manhandling me first thing in the morning,” he teased, “just came out here to get some coffee-“
“I did not manhandle you,” you laughed, “get dressed, nobody needs to see all that this early in the morning.”
“Look who’s talking.” Jay’s hands left your waist, running over the spandex of your shorts to your ass.
“Get dressed,” you huffed, pushing him away from you.
Plot: Everyone has insecurities, some more then others. Miguel noticed his girlfriend start to acted different, getting distant. Then she started to ignore him for someone else, who? He didn’t know for sure. But, he did notice a  certain Robby Keene hanging around her. Miguel try’s to get his girlfriend back but she thinks he is love with his ex.
Notes: The world is a little different then the show. Nothing really you should know.
Warnings:Self doubt, cheating accusations, self deprecation, angst. Sam larusso. Jealous Miguel. Asshole Robby. A little spicy thoughts.
Length: Middle/long.
Being in love with a guy you think is out of your League is hard to put it lightly. You’ve always struggled with your looks and your own views on yourself. When Miguel ask you out, you were over the moon with happiness but with a relationship comes insecurities sometimes.
You compared yourself to Sam all the time. Wished you could look like her so maybe Miguel could have someone better looking to call a girlfriend. Sam larusso was like the beautiful girl next door you wished you could be. Skinny, pretty, rich and had everyone fall for her.
Your insecurities got the better of you and told you that Miguel couldn’t love you like he told you. He went from Sam to you. She’s skinny and your not. He could never love you. Your a rebound. That was only some of the things your mind told you.
You started to pull off more, he noticed but didn’t want to push you to talk. He would miss the way you looked when he called you beautiful, or when he kissed you. You felt guilty, taking love that wasn’t tea meant for you.
So today in lunch is where it all crumpled down.
“You couldn’t beat the end boss with a weapon like that” you listen in to demetri’s rant about some game the guys talked about. Miguel had his arm wrapped around your waist as everyone ate their lunch.
You turned to look at him and you saw him looking over at the table Sam sat at. Your chest filled with heart break, it caused you to feel sick and want to cry.
“I have to go to the bathroom, I’ll meet with you guys after school” A lie you told them. Miguel looked up at your with worrying but you just took his arm off of you and walked away with your bag in hand.
As soon as you left the lunch room, tears started to fall and a whimper left your lips. You tried so hard to not left it affect you, but your boyfriend didn’t love you.
After what felt like forever you finally got to the corner where the bathrooms are but as soon as you turned you hit something and fell back. It was soft but hard as hell and you grounded in pain as you landed on the floor. 
“Are you okay?” You looked up at the voice you have heard before. Robby Keene. You felt so embarrassed, here you are on the floor while you cried over something so stupid.
Robby looked at your face and it stained with wet tears and his look softly and offered you a hand. “Hey, what’s wrong” you let him help you up while you sniffled.
“Yeah. I’m sorry for bumping into you” you gave him a sad look and he only smiled at you. “You couldn’t probably see because of those tears in your eyes. Wanna talk about?”
You’ve never really talked to Robby before, but he hung around Sam a lot so you couldn’t share your problem. Plus your boyfriend had a feud with him, but he was being so nice.
“It’s stupid boyfriends problems” Robby’s eyebrows frowned down, he knew your boyfriend. How could anyone hurt a sweat cute girl like you? He’s noticed you around school, he would be lying if he didn’t think about having you to himself. Maybe this was the perfect time to swoop in.
“Well, I actually know we have next period together if you want to talk about it. Or we can just sit together, if you want?” You smiled at the thought. He was very sweet and you needed a friend right now. 
“Yeah, I’d like that.”
Miguel missed you, he was worried when you just up and left at lunch. He’s noticed lately that you’ve been pulling away but he didn’t want to say anything. He wanted to give you some space and talk to him when you’re ready but he was getting really worried.
“Have you figure out what your getting, y/n?” Hawk throw his arms around the boy as they walked to class. Miguel smiled at the thought of their anniversary coming up, he was very excited about it.
“Well, at lunch I noticed moon wearing a pretty bracelet. I’m think of asking her where she gets her jewelry from, Y/n seems to love them” hawk kinda dropped at the mention of moon but got over it because his friend was happy.
“Hell yeah, chicks love jewelry. Maybe one day you can give her the big deal” hawk teased as he raises his eyebrows up and down. Miguel blushes at the thought, he felt all warm inside.
“Yeah, maybe” Miguel walked right by your class door just to look for you and what he saw he stop in his tracks and walked back. You sat next to Robby laughing at something he said, Miguel felt so anger in his chest but tried not let it get to him.
“Woah, bro chill.” Hawk paused and patted his chest. “She loves you, plus we can always give him a warning” Miguel glared daggers into Robby’s skull but the bell rang before he could go into the room.
Miguel was hurt, and jealous. Robby’s was talking to His girl. You left to go to the bathroom and not to see him, right?
You left school before Miguel could reach you, he texted you and called you but you missed every one. You couldn’t talk to him right now, you couldn’t face the terms your boyfriend didn’t love you.
You cried into your pillow, as soon as you got home from school. You thought you could push the thoughts aside just so you could be with him. No matter how much you wanted to believe he liked you, loved you, the facts said other wise.
The looks he would send her way, the way you looked, he hasn’t even told you he loved you yet. You’ve been dating for a year and it’s okay to take things slow but maybe he just didn’t.
The first strike.
After crying that night Robby started texting you and trying to make you feel better. Robby’s reasons aren’t what you thought, friendly is what you thought. Oh, you were so wrong. He wanted to steal you away from Miguel, he’s had a small crush on you.
You sent Miguel some texts and told him you were busy with your parents and they picked you up. But nothing more other then small messages and he panicked. Did he do something wrong? Why were you avoiding him?
He talked with hawk, he said to just talk to you and sort it out. Which he actually wanted to do so he found you by your locker the next school day and came up behind you and hugged you.
You jumped in surprise and as soon as his face came into view everything started to flood back into your mind. “Good morning beautiful, how’s your morning” he kissed your cheek which you pulled away right after.
“Good, and yours?” You looked into your locker and anywhere but him. But having pictures of him all over your locker didn’t help. Miguel noticed you pull away after the kiss and was about to ask you about it but your phone went off.
He watched as you picked it up and smiled, he got jealous all over again. Even if it wasn’t anyone he needed to worry about but he was trying to talk to you but you just gave your attention to them.
“Good” he replied as he put on a fake smile. You both walked to class and in silence because you didn’t want to talk. Miguel held you close though and talked for the both of you.
The second strike.
It’s been all day and you’ve barley talked to him. Your eyes looked so sad and he could tell you didn’t feel to happy, you’ve barely smiles. You only smiled at your phone and he was getting slowly pissed off by it.
He watched you smile at your phone, and every time he said who it was, you just replied by saying it was a friend. You didn’t like Robby like that by no means, yes he was attractive. But you loved Miguel and no matter how much you hurt right now, you would never do that to him.
You didn’t tell Miguel you were talking to Robby because it might upset him, was that wrong? Yes, but you thought you were doing a good thing. It’s not like he needed to know everything you did, plus nothing was going on. Well, on your side at least.
He finally had enough at the end of the day, outside in the parking lot.
“Babe you wanna come over? You can come to practice and after we can go to eat” he ask while walking with you outside, you under his arm.
But after a minute of silence from you he looked at you. Your eyes glued to your phone, smiling and texting away, not even paying attention to him. Something in him snapped.
“Y/n? Please talk to me for once” he raised his voice in annoyance. You snapped your head up and closed your phone and tiled your head. He looked angry and he never raised his voice, so he was serious.
“What did you say?” You blink and he rolled his eyes. “You’ve been doing this all day, y/n. You’ve been glued to your phone and ignoring me” he complained.
“Oh, what? Am I only supposed to pay attention to you? That’s not something you seem to do yourself” you snapped. He was confused and didn’t know what you were taking about.
“What the hell are you taking about? Who have you been texting all day. You say it’s a friend so which one?” You felt a buzz in your hand and so did he. He was so angry at the moment he didn’t think about anything and just acted.
Miguel grabbed the phone at of your hand his jaw stiffened. ‘Robby’ popped up and he realized you have been texted him all day. “Robby?” he shouted the question, you pulled your phone back. He needed to mind his own business, this is why you didn’t tell him in the first place.
“What’s your problem now Miguel? Can I not have friends” you asked at him and he looked at you like you were unbelievable at the moment. He was so hurt right now, not only have you been ignoring him, but for Robby of all people.
“I never said that. But hiding someone isn’t helping your case. What have you been talking about? Must be pretty damn important if you’ve been ignoring me all day” he stated, anger filled his voice.
“I don’t need to tell you everything, Miguel. I’m not someone you can just play with, but he’s just a friend. Which is more then I can say with your  situation” You came back with just as much anger as him.
Everyone watched at you two screamed at each other, but your friends watched from afar wondering if they should step in.
“What are you talking about?” He questioned you again, you sneered at him. ”Like you don’t know” you pointed into his chest hardly. “Actually, I don’t” Rolling your eyes and decide to walk away from what was happening.
Miguel watched you watch off and one part wanted to go after you but it was overpowering by his anger. “We aren’t done talking about this” he yelled and throws his hands up as he turns around and sighed.
Robby was so thrilled to hear that you and Miguel got into a fight, and it was about him. His plan was working, he was getting into Miguel’s head.
I mean if Miguel couldn’t treat you like the beautiful goddess you are then he will. To your smile, your laugh, your kindness and your body. Your body, oh god that body. Your size was amazing to him, it made you look so innocent in his eyes.
Curves like yours aren’t easy to come by, he wanted you to be his. And if getting you and Miguel to fight is the way to do that. Then he will gladly do that.
You on the other had hated the fight, it made even more depressed. You weren’t enough for him already and now he differently couldn’t love you since you yelled at him.
The hurt in his voice, him yelling at you, and the eyes that looked you. You couldn’t shake the feelings off. You loved Miguel, you really did. But maybe you both need time away from each other.
And it’s only a matter of time he leaves you for Her.
The third strike.
He was still angry but he needed to fix things with you, wanted to be able to hold you again. Kissing you or hug you. Your hugs are amazing because your so warm all the time or just your body he loves to hold.
He was avoiding you all day until he realized he need to fix things. You didn’t even sit with him at lunch, hell you weren’t even in the lunch room. Where you are, he had no idea. He did notice Robby was there and every time he looked him they made eye contact and Robby’s face held a smug look.
After that he realized he need to get you back before he did, he can’t lose you. Maybe he over reacted or maybe he didn’t, but non of the matters if he loses you. But everything time he searched for you, he couldn’t find you.
Until now.
You lean on your locker while you got your stuff and students make there way out to the busses. Robby in front of you and talked with you. He was so close to getting you, he could feel it.
“I don’t know what I did wrong, maybe I’m not enough. Maybe I never will” you sighed and looked down. Robby felt his chest tighten as he he noticed a figure walking through the hallway.
“Of course not, your amazing. He just doesn’t deserve you” he looked up and met the figures eyes. Miguel looked at him and his anger raised up into his chest. Robby winked at your boyfriend but you didn’t notice because you still had your eyes on the ground.
There it was again, that smug look. Miguel marches up to the both of you and grabbed ahold of your wrist. “Stay the fuck away from my girlfriend” he snapped at Robby and dragged you away against your protest.
You rushed to keep up with Miguel as he tried to get out of the school as soon as possible. You’d be lying if you didn’t like him calling you ‘His girlfriend’ it made you feel wanted. And that voice he used was hot but you still found a way to bring yourself down.
“Miguel, stop” you pleaded to him as he ignored you. He was pissed, jealous, hurt and every emotion and he was sick of feeling like it. Even though he was angry his grip didn’t hurt you, it wasn’t to tight because he didn’t want to hurt you.
You made it out of the school doors and into the parking lot. “Miguel where are we going?” You asked him and he just pointed to the car he brought to school. His mom let him borrow the car for the day since he begged her to, plus Johnny offered to drive her to work.
“Your going to get into the car and we will talk about this when we get to someone private” he went to the passenger seat and opened the door for you and waited for you to get in.
You wanted to say no, but talking this out is the best thing to do. So you sighed and got into the car and threw your bag into the back seat. Miguel closed the door softly and walked to his side and got in.
“Now, sweetheart. What do you want to eat?” He started the car and started to pull out of the parking lot. You cringe at the way he said, sweetheart, he’s called you that before but it’s at times he was disagreeing with you. But you have never heard the words come out of his mouth like that.
“You pick since your the one driving” he sighed and went into the road. The whole ride was awkward and filled with silence. But the tension was high and you didn’t want to fight anymore. Him leaving you would just be easier.
Your pulled up to some empty park, with seating and you could tell he brought you here so no one would be around. “Let’s go” is all he said as he grabbed the food and got out of the car. You followed in his actions and got out of the car, you stared at the ground the whole time.
You both made your way over to the empty wooden table and took your seats. You stayed away from him on the other side and he hated everything about that. You should next to him not away. But he understood you needed your space and you feeling comfortable was more important.
“You going to tell me what’s being going on?” He said so normal as he got the food out and it caught you off guard. “I don’t want to fight, Miguel” you took the box of food from him.
“We don’t have to fight, just explain.” You looked down and avoiding his gaze at all cost. Miguel sighed and opened his food. “I’ll ask the questions and you answer, seem far?” You thought about it for a minute but nodded in agreement.
“Have you been cheating on me?” You snapped you gaze back to him and looked at him in disbelief. Why would he think that? “No, why would you think that?” You stated with a very stern voice to show that you weren’t lying.
“You’ve been getting distant and I noticed and gave you your space, which must have been the wrong move. You’ve been hangout out with Robby, ignoring me for him.” He shared his side of the story and you felt like a asshole. You only wanted him.
“Miguel, he’s not why I pulled away” you looked back down at your food and poked it with a fork, even if it didn’t need a fork. Miguel’s breath hitch because if Robby wasn’t the reason then what was? All he could do is see the look on your face and he hated it.
“Because I see the way you look at her” Miguel’s face scrunched up in confusion, her?Who the hell was her? And he wasn’t ‘looking’ at anyone other then you. “Who is she?” You slammed your hands onto the table. You couldn’t take him acting like you were dumb anymore.
“Sam. I know you could never fall for someone like me Miguel, I had to just be a rebound. Sam’s so beautiful and I’ve noticed the stares you give her. I get it I will never be like her, I just wished you loved me like you did her” Loved. He’s never used that word for anyone in his life, especially Sam.
But for you, he felt everything love did to a person. If he didn’t love you he wouldn’t be trying to have a simple conversation, or trying to get you back. But he did love you, and he couldn’t love you like he did Sam. Because he never loved her.
“I don’t love her” the words left his lips in almost a whisper that only you could hear. He got up from his seat and took a seat next to you, where he belonged. Miguel saw the tears slipping your eyes and his heart ached at the sight.
“I never have. You are all I can think about, you never will be Sam and I’m glad for that. Because if you were her i wouldn’t have you. The girl I love with all my heart, your enough and the only thing I need” you let out a sod.
You let your insecurities take over and you become blind to what he actually felt. You acted like a asshole, you should have seen it. He told you all the time how much you meant to him and you just brushed it off.
“I’m sorry” you cried into his chest and he pulled you close. Miguel rubbed your head, you’re in his arm is all he needed. He should have seen the signs but he can’t go back in time but he could only focus on the future.
“You’re all I need in the world. You need to tell me when you feel like this, okay? I will help you and I don’t have a problem with it. Just don’t go to Robby about it, I know what he wants you” Pulling away and wiping your tears off.
“Robby? He was just being friendly” Miguel let out chuckle, of course you didn’t see the signs. “He winked at me right before I pulled you away, he wants you to himself” Oh, shit. You realized that some of the things he said did sound like he did want you.
“Fuck, I’m sorry. I didn’t notice” you grabbed his hand and he smiled at you. “As long as he stays away from you I’m fine. Your mine” you giggled and nodded at him.
Miguel pulled you back close and laid a kiss on top of your head. “I love you” left his lips as you smiled into shoulder and gripped your arms around him.
A/N: ceorry is finally here with plus size reader!! hope you guys will love it, i really enjoyed writing this and i can’t wait to read your thoughts!
WORD COUNT: 13.7k
WARNING: sexual content, struggle with body image
SUMMARY: You’re about to start your business as an interior designer. Thanks to your best friend, your first client turns out to be none other than Harry Styles, the insanely handsome and stupidly rich business man.
The front door shuts closed behind you just as Bianca drops the spoon she was holding into her bowl of ice-cream upon hearing your announcement and before she could even speak up you continue.
“And I think Vincent and I kinda broke up.”
She coughs with wide eyes, placing her bowl to the coffee table as she moves to one side of the couch.
“There’s a lot to unpack there, come on, sit down and tell me about it all!” she urges and sighing you drop your bag by the front door and walk over to her, collapsing onto the couch after what felt like the worst day of your life so far.
You eye the ice-cream Bianca just discarded and you feel like you could inhale it in one go so you point at it turning towards your best friend and flatmate.
“Can I eat that?” you sigh with a frown.
“Uh, sure, go ahead! Seems like you need it more than I do.”
You dig into it right away, drowning everything that happened today in the sweet, creamy, icy dessert. You eat it way too fast so you get an instant brain freeze, but in your current state it’s not even that painful.
“So, what happened?” Bianca asks cautiously.
“Um, well, my boss threw out the window everything I worked on the past month and wanted me to start over so I had enough and quit,” you start with the first part of your announcements.
“It’s kind of good, isn’t it? I mean, you hated working there and you’ve been thinking about leaving for a while.”
“Yeah, but not this abruptly. I knew I wouldn’t work at fucking Ikea forever, but it would have been nice if I had a full plan before quitting.”
Shoving one spoon full of ice-cream after the other into your mouth you try to keep yourself together and not think about how uncertain your life has just become. Everything you had and thought to be stable a few days ago is now gone.
“You’ll figure it out. You can finally start your own business, like you always wanted!” B tries to cheer you up.
“Yeah, I guess,” you shrug, still focusing on the ice-cream.
“I’ll help you, okay? I have some connections, it’ll be fine.”
“Thanks,” you sigh with a weak smile.
“Okay, now onto the next thing, what did that scumbag Vincent do?”
Bianca has never been a big fan of your… who was even Vincent? You never agreed to be boyfriend and girlfriend, just acted like it, but every time you tried to bring it up he just dodged it. And because having someone was more than having no one, you went with it and stayed quiet. But lately things have been rockier and you’ve had enough.
“He… He sent me a text with a picture that was definitely not meant for me.”
“What?” she gasps. “What did he send?”
“A picture of a lingerie set and the text said he can’t wait to see me in it. The set was for a woman who is the size of my arm, B.”
You almost fainted in the kitchen section when you saw it, had to hide behind one of the displays to pull yourself together and not have a meltdown in the middle of Ikea. You had to wait until your lunch break to call him and question what it was about, it turned into a screaming match and at the end he just saved his ass by saying you were never exclusive so it’s not cheating.
Then you told him to go fuck himself and all of his side bitches and ended the call. Two hours later you also quit your job, so it’s a miracle you’re not crying like a baby right now.
“Fucking hell, I always knew he was a pig. But you’re better off without him, he never appreciated you enough.” Bianca circles an arm around your shoulders as she brings you closer to her and you lean into her, spooning the rest of the ice-cream into your mouth.
“I think he always had an issue with my looks,” you mumble.
“Because he is a fucking assturd, that’s his issue,” Bianca scoffs and the way she says assturd always gets to you, so you can’t help, but laugh. “There’s nothing wrong with your looks, you look fucking sexy, don’t let an idiot make you think otherwise.”
“Maybe I should go on a diet again. Last time I lost a few pounds, so…” Placing the empty bowl to the coffee table guilt washes over you for eating the ice-cream.
“Fuck no! There’s no diet in this house!” Bianca protests. “You know what? We’ll go for a pamper day tomorrow and then the day after we’ll start to work on your business. Update your portfolio, I already have a few people in mind who would be open to hiring you.”
“I don’t want to put you into extra work, B. You have enough work at the firm.”
“It’s not work, and you’re not putting me into anything. I offered it so just take it. Alright, now let’s watch a movie to cheer you up and never talk about Ike or Vincent again.”
You know Bianca has connections in circles that fall way out of your league. She’d done all kinds of hostess works during college and she made an advantage out of them for herself, networking and connecting with the right people, building herself relationships in fields you can only dream of stepping foot into. She’s been going to business dinners and high end bars with people that hold the kind of power a normal person can’t even imagine. She has dragged you to some outings as well, mostly where drinking was included and whenever she mentioned the name of the places your eyes fell out of their sockets.
“B, I cannot pay for a night there, I would end up just drinking tap water in the restroom!” you protested, but she just rolled her eyes.
“We are not paying a penny. Everything is covered, we’re gonna be guests!”
And that’s exactly what happened. Your money remained in your purse while the drinks just kept coming and coming. During these occasions you got to see what she’s like around these men. It was always obvious they saw her as just an eye candy and nothing more, a pretty woman they can walk in with and earn jealous glances and they probably never even realized how smart she really is, working at an all women law firm. Whenever business talk started and she could chip in once legal topics were touched, she impressed them all with her knowledge and she knew they would be calling her soon, willing to pay any amount just to have her work with them.
Bianca is naturally confident and the kind of woman every man stares at when she walks into a room. But she never makes other women feel less, what’s more, she can go absolutely feral when someone treats a woman in her presence less just because they don’t find her that pretty or charming.
One time, when you were freshmen in college you were out at a bar near campus. A guy came up to the two of you and very obviously tried to flirt with Bianca, completely ignoring your presence. He didn’t last more than five minutes before she grilled him so badly he walked away without a single word, never even glancing her way for the rest of the night.
So when she told you about this “friend” of hers who might be interested in your work, you knew it would be some prestigious businessman, one of the big fish, but now as you’re nearing the office building that towers above most of the city’s other skyscrapers, you can feel your stomach churning. This is not just a big fish, this might be a whole shark and you might not survive a meeting with him after all.
Walking into the lobby you’re met with a modern design, it’s spacious and minimalistic, but also kind of welcoming, makes you want to linger around longer. You approach the front desk where a woman with a headset smiles at you, her makeup and outfit absolutely spotless and suddenly you feel underdressed compared to her.
“Good morning, how can I help you?” she asks in a nice, warm tone.
“Hi, I-I’m here for an appointment with Mr. Styles?” you tell her, already cursing yourself out for making it sound like a question, as if she knew why you were here.
“May I ask your name, please?” she turns to the computer, her fingers already typing away on the keypad.
“It’s Y/N Y/L/N.”
She hums, her eyes glued to the screen, the smile never leaving her features. A few more clicks and she turns back to you.
“Welcome, Miss Y/L/N. Mr. Styles will see you in a few minutes, would you be so kind and go to the 78th floor? They will be already waiting for you. Elevators are on your right,” she instructs, gesturing towards the three elevators.
“Thank you,” you nod breathing out the words before making your way to the elevators.
People come and go, you’re not the only one waiting at the elevators, but you’re definitely the odd one out. The blue midi dress Bianca urged you to wear is out of your comfort zone and you feel like it’s tighter around your curves than what’s considered classy. You paired it with a white blazer you haven’t worn in ages, but it’s the most business-looking piece you own. The women around you seem to be wearing outfits that cost about three times more than yours, designer purses and ankle-breaking high heels appear to be the normal around here while you’re wearing flats, because you simply don’t put yourself through the torture of forcing your feet into heels.
And the cherry on top? The massive folder you brought your portfolio in is anything but professional with the colorful fruits printed all over it, strawberries, watermelons and cherries are floating around on it. You swore you had a simple black one somewhere in your desk at home, but you failed to actually find it and this one was the only one that wasn’t used to the point that it was threatening to fall apart. You thought you could play it off, but seeing everyone around you know you wish you chose one of the beaten-up folders instead.
On the way up the elevator stops three times before you reach the 78th floor and stepping out you’re immediately met with a woman who could easily be the clone of the one at the front desk downstairs. She is just as spotless and perfect as she was, her smiling lips are painted red and so plump, you wonder if they are even real.
“Welcome, Miss Y/L/N! Mr. Styles will see you in a second, would you like to have a coffee or tea while you wait?” she asks, walking you over to a waiting area with comfortable looking couches and massive paintings on the walls.
“Uh, no thank you, I’m good,” you shoot her a shy smile and she nods before walking back to her desk near the elevators.
Pursing your lips you look around and decide to drop your bag and folder to one of the couches before taking a better look at the paintings. With your arms folded over your chest you squint your eyes looking at the first one, trying to make out what it’s supposed to be picturing.
All of them seem extremely abstract, minimal color schemes to fit the design of the office and while they look sophisticated and expensive, you’re still looking for the meaning behind the patterns. You get so into the decoding that you start tilting your head to the sides, a frown etched over your face and you don’t even realize when someone joins you in your examination.
“I think they look like birds,” a male voice with a heavy British accent speaks up behind you, making you jump, your heart racing in your chest as you turn around with wide eyes and finding yourself facing the most handsome man you’ve ever laid your eyes on.
He is tall, broad shoulders and a muscular build paired with a charming smile that’s already making it hard for you to think straight. The fitted suit he is wearing must be designer and the massive rings adorning his fingers are also subtle reminders of his wealth. His appearance is oozing confidence and power, there’s no doubt he knows what he is doing and he is good at it too.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you,” he chuckles softly at your reaction. “I’m Harry Styles and you must be Y/N Y/L/N, right?”
Holding out a hand he smiles at you warmly as you slip yours into his, the touch of his palm sending a shiver down your spine. He’s got a firm hold, but not the kind with which someone would try to dominate you. It’s more like a reflection of his strong personality.
“Yes I am. It’s nice to meet you, Mr. Styles,” you manage to speak up despite your awe, though your voice sounded thinner and weaker than you intended it to be.
“Please, call me just Harry,” he asks you, his hand letting yours go and you love how his words are dripping from his accent. “Follow me into my office and we can get down to business,” he gestures towards the door and nodding you gather your stuff from the couch, rushing after him while trying to get your thoughts straight so you don’t make a complete fool out of yourself during this meeting.
His office matches the rest of the building, it’s modern and clean in every way, one full wall covered with floor-to-ceiling windows, gifting you with an incredible view of the city.
“Please, take a seat,” he gestures towards the couch and armchairs with a coffee table in the left side of the room instead of approaching his desk. You opt to sit on one end of the couch, not sure where he’ll sit, and after dropping your bag next to you, you place the folder onto the coffee table, trying not to cringe at how ridiculous it looks compared to basically everything in the room.
“Can I offer you a drink?” he asks and you see him standing by what seems like mini bar, it’s got that typical crystal set wit the amber colored liquid in it that very much appears to be whiskey and your eyes involuntarily wander over to the clock on the wall, checking that it’s ten in the morning and he’s offering you alcohol. Harry catches your reaction and lets out a chuckle, opening the built-in mini fridge underneath that’s got all kinds of non-alcoholic drinks as well.
“I know it’s too early for whiskey, I’ve got other choices as well.”
“I’m good, thank you,” you breathe out a chuckle, shaking your head. Nodding he grabs himself a bottle of water and pours some into a glass before walking over to join you, deciding to sit on the other end of the couch.
“Thank you so much for coming in, the last few designers I connected with could only squeeze me in weeks later,” he chuckles and taking a sip from the water he sets the glass down on the table before placing an ankle over his knee, giving you his undivided attention.
“My schedule is not that full at the moment,” you clear your throat and what you meant by that is that you’re free all the time. But he doesn’t need to know that.
“Lucky for me, I guess,” he smirks, his eyes wandering over to the folder and you expect him to comment on it, but he just keeps smiling before nodding. “So, where should we start?”
“Um, I brought my portfolio, I know Bianca suggested me without anything to show, so I thought you might want to see some of my works,” you explain, taking the folder from the table and laying it to your lap you open and start roaming through, trying to figure out what to show him first. “I have some digital plans I’ve done and some actual ones that I was able to create. I don’t know how much B told you, but I used to work at Ikea.”
Just as you say it out loud you regret it, your previous job at Ikea does not sound too prestigious and respected, but now you can’t take it back. Clearing your throat you hand him the booklet that has your digital works, seemingly he didn’t have a problem with your slip about Ikea, so you just move on.
“I like to try myself out in different styles, though of course I have favorites.”
Harry starts to flip through the booklet, taking his time examining the pictures in it before glancing up at you for a moment.
“And what are your favorites?”
“I’m… I’m a fan of everything vintage. My taste is more of a maximalist, if we want to categorize it, I like mixing different styles and being creative.”
Interior design is truly your passion. You chose this as your career because it’s the only thing you see yourself doing even decades later and you always wanted a job that was also kind of a hobby as well.
You don’t notice it, but Harry is watching you in awe as you talk so openly about your work. It’s rare he sees someone be so passionate and in love with what brings them money and seeing you be that person is like a breath of fresh air.
“And do you have a favorite project?” he asks and he doesn’t miss the shine in your eyes as you nod with a shy smile and pull out another booklet. You flip through it until you find the section that’s dedicated to your parents’ weekend house you worked on a few years ago. Handing it over to Harry he doesn’t even need to ask you to tell him more about it.
“Growing up we spent almost every summer here. My mother inherited it and my parents decided to renovate it fully a few years ago. I wanted it to keep its charm and all the memories we have, but also get it into shape.”
“Do you have any photos of what it looked like before?” he asks and suddenly you realize it’s something you should have included in the portfolio. Harry catches how your face falls and somehow reads your expression perfectly. “I wasn’t expecting it to be included, don’t worry. I’m just curious about what parts you kept.”
“I have a few on my phone,” you breathe out, pulling your phone out of your bag. Frantically swiping back you find some old photographs from your childhood, you digitized them for your an anniversary gift for your parents last year, now they come in handy.
Without a second thought you scoot closer to him on the couch and show him the screen where you swipe through the handful of photos.
“I convinced my mom to keep the hardwood floors and the wallpapers needed to be changed, but I managed to hunt down the exact same design, so it’s new but also old,” you smile, you’re pretty proud of it, took you weeks to find it and you drove to the next state to get it yourself. “We kept a lot of the furniture in the living room, I just gave them a little makeover and I kept almost everything in the same place as before.”
The pictures also feature you and your brother as kids, as well as your parents’ younger version. Though you’ve changed quite a lot throughout the years, people always tell you how easy it is to recognize you in older photos. Harry notices as well. The last one you’re showing is of the back porch and you’re sitting on the stairs, your hair is a mess and you’re wearing a yellow sundress, one you loved wearing at the time as much as possible. You have an ice-cream in your hand and some of it is smudged around your mouth as you smile at the camera. Faintly, but you remember this day and the moment your mother snapped this particular picture. It was the last day of summer and she tried to get your mood up with the ice-cream so you wouldn’t be too blue about going home in the morning.
“I assume that’s you, right?” Harry asks, pointing at your younger self on the screen.
“Yes,” you let out an airy chuckle.
“The house looked incredible before, but I truly love what you did with it too,” he then continues, switching back to business. “I can see why it’s your favorite project.”
“Thank you,” you reply, your cheeks heating up from the compliment.
The two of you go over some more projects, Harry seems to be interested in anything and everything you say, he is impressed by what you’re showing him and as the minutes go by you slowly loosen up in his presence.
“So, what do you think?” you ask, when you get to the end of your portfolio, booklets and pictures splattered over the coffee table in front of you.
“I love what you showed me and I think that Bianca did not lie when she told me you’re the best I could find,” he smiles at you with that charm you’ve been feeling ever since you laid your eyes on him. “I had plenty of questions, now I assume you might want to ask me a few.”
“Well, B didn’t tell me much about the project you want to work on. Can you tell a bit more about that?”
“Of course. I just bought a new home and learning from my past experience it might be a better idea to furnish it with someone who knows what they’re doing,” he says with a smile that definitely hides a story, but you only have guesses what it meant. “It’s completely bare, I only have a few things I want to bring with me from my current place.”
“Do you have a budget?” you ask, and grabbing your notepad from your bag you start scribbling notes down. Harry smiles as he shakes his head no.
“No budget. Don’t worry about the money.”
Your hand that’s holding the pen stops in motion as you glance up at him, making sure you heard that right before crossing over the word “budget” in your notes.
“I have a few ideas, but I’m open to basically anything and judging from what you showed me, I know I would like anything you come up with,” he smiles. Standing up he walks over to his desk and awakening his laptop he clicks a few times before glancing up at you. “Y/N, if you’re free, I would love to give you the project.”
It surprises you. how fast he decided and didn’t even ask for time to think about it and hear out other designers. He can see the shock on your face and walking back he sits on the couch again.
“I love what you showed me, I can tell you’d take it seriously and put your heart into it. There’s nothing else I need, Y/N. I’ve only met two designers at this point and neither of them caught my attention like you did. I don’t want to waste my and your time. So, if you’re available, I’m open to start whenever you’re free.”
“I uhh–I’m definitely available and I’d be honored to take the project, Mr–erm, Harry.”
“Great, then I’ll handle the documentation, if you’re fine with that and we can meet for a more in-depth meeting, I assume you have more questions for me.”
“Yeah, I do. And it’s perfectly fine by me.”
“Amazing. As much as I would love to stretch this meeting longer, I have a call in a few minutes, I’m very sorry. But my assistant will get in contact with you about the rest.”
Nodding you quickly gather your portfolio and stuff it back into the folder in a frenzy, not wanting to make Harry late in any way, though he doesn’t seem to be in a rush. As you stand you hold the folder to your chest and follow Harry towards the door.
“Thank you so much for your time, it was a pleasure and I can’t wait to see you again,” he smiles at you as he opens the door for you and walks you out to the elevators. “If I’m correct you live with Bianca, right?”
“Yes, we share an apartment,” you nod.
“Well, when you get home and meet her, please thank her for bringing us together. It’s not the first time she helped me out and she always has a solution for me.”
“She is just that good,” you chuckle in agreement. The elevator arrives and the doors slide open.
“Thank you again, Y/N. I’ll see you soon.” Reaching into his suit jacket’s inner pocket he pulls out a business card and hands it over to you. “Call me if you have any questions, anytime.”
“Thank you,” you nod, slipping the card into your bag.
“Have a nice day, Y/N,” he calls after you as you walk into the elevator and turning around you face him one last time.
“You too, Harry,” you breathe out as the doors close and you’re taken down.
When Harry said you’d meet soon to go over your further questions you imagined that you’d have to come into his office again. Yet, now you’re just about to meet him at his current place, it’s six in the evening, definitely after business hours, so you’re a bit thrown off by it.
His current home is not far from the office building and of course, it’s just as luxurious as you expected and you can only imagine where he is moving from here.
The doorman greets you with a bright smile and when you say you’re here to see Harry, he doesn’t question who you are, just walks you over to the elevators and pushes the button for the 45th floor. Harry must have told him he was expecting a guest and for some reason it fills you with excitement, just the thought of Harry talking about you.
The elevator takes you up so fast, it’s like you teleported to his floor and when the doors slide open you’re met with a hall with two doors. Just as you step out the door on the right opens and Harry appears, no suit, just a pair of simple jeans and a black t-shirt that bares his tattooed arm you couldn’t see last time. It’s like a whole different version of him, but the warm smile he flashes you ensures he is the same man you met a few days ago.
“Y/N, hi! Come on in!” he invites you inside, holding the door open.
“Hi, thank you,” you return the smile and walking past him, you enter his private space.
It’s a modern looking, spacious apartment with a similarly amazing view of the city as his office, lots of big windows, a simple, but luxurious looking interior design, and it makes you think about what he said about his current place and how it was furnished and designed.
“Thank you for being so flexible about the time, I just simply could not fit in another meeting during the day and since I thought you might want to see the things I want to bring with myself, this seemed to be the best solution,” he explains as the two of you walk further into the apartment. It’s spotless and tidy, he definitely keeps his home organized, or has someone to do it for him. “Do you want a drink maybe? It’s after business hours, so it could be alcoholic, right?” he chuckles and you follow him into the open concept kitchen.
“Just maybe a water, please,” you smile. It’s not that you don’t drink, you just don’t trust yourself when drinking, especially around Harry.
“Alright, a water coming right away,” he nods, smirking as he opens the massive fridge. “Could you find a parking spot somewhere near? I forgot to tell you to use the garage, I have a few extra spots.”
“Oh, I don’t have a car,” you tell him and he gives you a surprised look. “I usually take the subway.”
“You’re not planning to go home by that as well, right? It’s gonna be dark out there.”
“I don’t have many other choices, I can’t really finance a cab drive every time I need to be somewhere.”
He grabs a bottled water and just nods to himself, though you can see the gears turning in his head. He pours some water into a glass and hands it to you, before suggesting to take a seat in the living room.
“Is this the interior design you did?” you ask, taking a look around. It’s not what you think would suit him, but it’s not as bad as he made it appear to be.
“Oh, no. It’s… I shared this place with my ex-girlfriend,” he tells you and your ears perk up at the personal detail he just shared.
“Ah, I see,” you hum, taking a sip from your water, pretending not to be dying to know more about him.
“The design was redone by her, so it’s all her style. We broke up a few months ago and neither of us wants to stay here. She moved out already and I’m staying just until the new place is being finished.”
“You didn’t have a saying in the design?”
“Not really. I mostly didn’t have the time to care about it and she willingly took the project into her hands. Unfortunately, or maybe fortunately I don’t have any photos of the before,” he adds with a cheeky smile.
Following some chit-chatting you get down to business. You have tons of questions for Harry and he answers them all willingly. He also shows you the floorplan of the new place, arranging another meeting already so you can check it out in real life.
Hours pass by and the picture gets clearer with each crumb of information you learn about him. The project now definitely has some stronger points you can lean onto when you’ll build up the whole plan. Time flies and the next time you look at your phone to check how long you can stay without feeling like you overstayed your welcome, you realize it’s past eleven.
“Oh God, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to bother you for this long,” you snap out of your comfort.
“You did not bother, it didn’t even feel like work,” he chuckles.
“I’m glad you enjoyed it,” you smile sheepishly as you start packing your stuff. “Can I use the restroom before I leave?”
“Of course. First door on the right down the hallway,” he instructs you.
Quickly finishing your business you take a moment to smooth out the wrinkles on your clothes and fix your hair before walking back out. Harry is now standing with his phone in hands, smiling when he looks up at you.
“Alright, I’ll head out then,” you exhale, grabbing your stuff from the couch.
“I ordered you a car already.”
“What?” you ask with wide eyes.
“I can’t just let you go home alone so late. Please, I insist!”
“Harry, you don’t have to–”
“Yeah, but I certainly want to. It’ll be here in a few minutes, I’ll walk you down.”
“Okay,” you nod, accepting defeat as the two of you walk out to the elevators. “At least let me pay for the ride.”
“Absolutely no way.”
The way he said that leaves no place for protesting so you keep your mouth shut and just go with it.
“I can’t wait to see what you come up with, Y/N. First amount will be forwarded to you by the end of the week, okay?” he says as the two of you arrive at the downstairs lobby of the building.
“Oh, yeah, that’s perfectly fine,” you nod. The amount Harry insisted on paying you when you negotiated the costs earlier is about three times of what you originally thought about and he didn’t budge when you offered to lower it. He said your time and knowledge are worth this money and he would feel bad if he didn’t pay the right amount.
He also told you the first third of the payment would be completed by the end of the week when you sign the papers and it seems like he’ll definitely keep his word.
A car parks down right in front of the building as you step outside, Harry opening the door for you like a true gentleman.
“Thank you for everything, Y/N. Have a great night and I’ll see you soon,” he smiles as you’re about to get into the car.
“Thank you too. See you soon,” you nod with a shy smile. He shuts the door when you’re inside and he waves after you once the driver starts driving to the address you just told him.
Over the course of the next week you spend every waking moment working on this project. Your room turns into a full time office as well as 80% of the dining table. The remaining space is just enough so Bianca can eat her breakfast in the morning while you’re already working before she even leaves.
You want everything to be perfect, down to the smallest bit. The trust Harry has placed in you is something you simply can’t afford to waste, this is the base of your business. If he likes your work he might recommend you to some of his friends or partners and you can build a clientele then.
You’re more nervous when you present your plan to Harry than you were at your last college exam. You made a board, several digital designs, floorplans and basically anything that could help him visualize what you had in mind.
He loves it. All of it.
When you ask him if there’s anything he would want to change he can’t bring a thing up.
“I’m blown away, Y/N. It’s perfect, really,” he tells you and it feels like every weight you’ve been carrying on your shoulders is now lifted and you can finally breathe.
So then starts the actual, physical work.
Harry is willing to pay any amount to get things done as fast as possible, so you get him the best team to do the needed construction work in his new penthouse. In just a couple of days you get the base of the home to the level where you can start with the designing as well.
It’s a Friday evening when you’re still at the penthouse, working on arranging some decoration on the massive built-in shelves in the living room, the workers have already finished for the day so it’s just you in your yoga pants and an oversized shirt that’s one of your most comfortable ones, definitely not an outfit you’d normally meet with anyone besides Bianca, probably.
So when you hear the elevator doors open, signaling that someone has arrived, you jump in surprise. With a vase in one hand and your printed digital design of the shelving in the other you watch Harry walk in, carrying a takeout bag along with his laptop bag.
“Sorry to drop by unannounced, but I was in the neighborhood and thought I would check out how things are going,” he smiles as you put the vase down and shove the print back into the stack on the coffee table that arrived just earlier that day.
“It’s your house, you can come and go whenever you want,” you tell him, wiping your palms into your pants as he walks up to you. He must have come from work, he’s wearing his usual fitted suit in royal blue this time, and he looks ridiculously good, as always. You kind of want to dig yourself a hole, looking like this next to him, but it doesn’t seem to be bothering him at all as he places the bag to the coffee table, looking around with an excited smirk adorning his handsome features.
“I could give you a tour,” you offer, folding your arms over your chest.
“Do you want me to see it half-done?”
“Well… my original plan was to show it to you when it’s fully done,” you admit and that’s all he needed.
“Alright, then I’ll just stay right here. I brought food, have you eaten?”
“Uh, I had a sandwich in the afternoon…”
“Then I’ll take it as a no,” he smiles, moving over to the massive couch that’s already put together in the living room area, luckily.
“Harry, there’s no need–” you try to protest, but as always, he cuts you off again.
“No need, but I want to. Come on, I haven’t been able to consult with you properly all week, so we can catch up.”
He brought some Italian, and it seems like he was expecting to find you here, because he brought food enough for two people. Since there aren’t any plates or cutlery yet, you eat straight from the box with the wooden forks the restaurant packed for the order.
“You’re working extremely fast, Y/N. I’m surprised I’m seeing this much progress to be honest,” he comments, digging into his pasta.
“You said you want it done as soon as possible,” you shrug.
“When do you think you’ll be done with everything?”
Taking a deep breath you look around as you go over everything that needs to be finished. There’s not much left, but some of the furniture will be delivered only next week, so you have to wait for those.
“I would say… next weekend.” Harry’s eyebrows rise at your estimation and then it’s followed by a nod of appreciation.
“Y/N, you impress me every day. But I don’t want you to overwork yourself, it’s past eight in the evening and you’re still here. No one is expecting you to be home on time?”
“Only Bianca,” you admit with a chuckle. “But she is a workaholic too, so she might not even notice my absence.”
“Just your roommate? No dates?” You can’t help but scoff at his question.
“Exactly. No dates.”
Ever since you parted ways with Vincent you haven’t been in the mood to think about getting yourself out to the dating field and then you didn’t even have time to think about it, putting every free hour of your life into this project.
“That sounded like you had some not too pleasant experiences,” he hums, peeking at you curiously.
“Let’s just say, that a certain guy ruined my willingness to enter the dating scene again for a while.”
“Well, I apologize in the name of every male, then,” he says, hoping to earn at least a tiny smile, and it happens, so he feels like he succeeded. “So, I never asked how you know Bianca.”
“We went to the same high school. She somehow befriended me, don’t ask me how it happened and then we ended up going to the same college, moved in together and we haven’t been able to let go of each other since then.”
“So you have quite the history together, huh?”
“I guess you could say that,” you nod with a chuckle. “How about you?”
“How do I know Bianca?”
“Yeah.”
You never asked her this detail, but now you definitely want to know if they have hooked up before, because then you’ll force yourself to never even think about Harry outside of business thoughts. You respect the Girl Code.
“We met at a conference about two years ago. Somehow got into a conversation and I was in need of some legal help around that time, so she recommended me her boss. We kept in touch, I often go to their firm when I need the help of some outsiders, since I have my own legal team at the company, but it’s nice to get some fresh people involved in some projects.”
“Ah, I see,” you nod, processing the information.
“Not what you expected to hear?” he asks with a smirk as he tilts his head.
“Well, it’s just that some of B’s connections… she tends to make them in unorthodox ways,” you try to explain, in no way meaning to judge your friend.
“We never hooked up, if that’s what you meant by that,” he chuckles and heat crawls up your neck to your cheeks and ears. “We’re strictly friends, sometimes business partners. That’s it.”
“Alright, I have no judgment at all.”
He smiles before returning his attention to his food. You eat in silence for a while before he breaks it next.
“So, do you have a next project after this one?”
“Erm, no, not really,” you admit. You feel like you can be honest with him at this point and drop the professional act. “You are actually my first client, so I’m not quite popular just yet.”
“I’m your first client?” he asks with genuine shock on his face.
“Yeah, I recently quit my job at Ikea. I was a designer for the displays, you know, those fake rooms and little apartments you see on the first floor.”
“You worked on those? You designed them?”
“Yes,” you nod with a soft chuckle. “But I knew I didn’t want to do it for too long and then I had an argument with my boss and got fed up so I quit before coming up with a plan. Bianca said she’d help me out and that’s when you came into the picture.”
“I wouldn’t have thought you just started it. You work so fast and efficiently, I mean it’s obvious you haven’t been doing this for a decade, but you didn’t come off as a rookie.”
This is the best compliment he could give you. You feared possible clients wouldn’t take you seriously because you were just starting the business, but if Harry thought that upon meeting you, it seems like you had nothing to worry about.
“So, no next project then?”
“Not yet,” you shake your head.
“Well… I have news for you then.”
Your eyes widen as you look up at him, a cheeky grin stretched across his face as he places his food box down to the table to give you his undivided attention, so you do the same, unsure what he’s about to tell you.
“If you agree to do it, I want you to design the new office we’re opening soon for the marketing department. They are moving into a separate building, because we plan to eventually turn it into an independent agency, and I have discussed it with the board and we would love to give the project to you.”
“What?!” you breathe out in disbelief. “I-I don’t—that’s… Harry, you don’t have to do it just because I don’t have anything else after this.”
“Up until a minute ago I didn’t know that,” he points out with a warm smile. “And I actually had no power over the decision. I presented your portfolio along with two others I chose, no names, no nothing, they just voted on which one they liked the best. Yours won.”
You stare back at him, total loss of words as you wrap your head around the news you just received. Doing the penthouse was already a good start, but designing a whole office building would skyrocket you into more and more projects, there’s no doubt. And you didn’t even have to ask for Harry’s help, he did it voluntarily.
Touched by the gesture, you can’t stop yourself before you throw your arms around him and hug him tight. Your reaction surprises him at first, but a moment later he wraps his arms around you as well, pulling you close to him.
Then you realize that it might have crossed a line, so you pull back, clearing your throat.
“Sorry… I just… thank you, Harry. Really,” you breathe out, fixing yourself up quickly.
“No need to thank me. You’re good at what you do, it’s a fact.”
You stop yourself from thanking him over and over again, but your look says it all. And that’s enough for Harry.
You finish the penthouse in time and have the big reveal just like you planned it. Harry’s jaw is on the floor the whole time you walk him through his new home, showing him every tiny detail you put into the project with him on your mind.
It’s perfect from the bottom to the top and though Harry was already impressed by your work, now he is completely blown and he keeps telling you that as you wrap up the paperwork to end the project, however you both know it’s not the end of your work together, because meetings about the office building are starting next week.
“What are you doing tonight, Y/N?” he asks when you’re just about to leave.
“Uh, probably just gonna watch a movie with Bianca,” you chuckle, shrugging.
“Would you two like to join me and some of my friends for some drinks? I have a table reserved at my favorite place and I would love to thank you for your work here.”
“No need to thank, you already paid for it,” you add chuckling.
“But this deserves more,” he gestures around, his eyes trailing to the massive windows watching over the city, one of your favorite thing about the place, even though you had nothing to do with that. “And Bianca deserves a thank you for recommending you to me too. Please, be my guests for this one night.”
“Okay,” you breathe out, unable to resist his charm. You’re convinced he could make you do anything with just a few looks and a smile.
“Great,” he beams and pulls you into a hug when you reach the elevator. “I’ll text you the details and I’ll see you tonight!”
“Bye, Harry,” you nod as the two of you part and you step into the elevator, staring at each other until the doors slide closed.
Just a couple of hours later you find yourself at a bar you would probably never go to if it was your choice, it’s obviously way too high end to you, but Harry made it clear no one is spending money tonight except him.
Bianca made you wear a dress you’ve been keeping in your closet for probably years. You never felt the confidence to wear it, finding it too revealing for your appearance, but tonight you changed your mind and took the risk.
Walking into the bar you throw one last look at your reflection in the mirrors lining the walls, the dress wraps around your body way tighter than what you’re used to, making it impossible to hide your true figure. For a moment you second guess your choice and contemplate going back home and changing, but it’s too late for that. At least your cleavage looks good, thanks to your best bra you chose to wear for tonight.
Harry spots you from across the place and his lips part as he watches you approach him, barely even noticing Bianca next to you, which is quite a rare occurrence. You’re not typically the one to be in the center of attention, but you definitely are when it comes to Harry.
“Wow, ladies, you both look amazing!” he compliments, kissing Bianca’s cheeks in a friendly manner before he turns to you and pulls you into a hug for your surprise. The way his hand slides over your spine and down to the small of your back makes your knees turn into jelly, but you manage to stay stood.
“Thank you,” you breathe out as you let go of each other. He is wearing another pair of fitted pants and a white shirt without a jacket this time, the first few buttons undone on his shirt, revealing part of his chest and the necklace you’ve caught a glimpse of before.
You join the circle of his friends, everyone seems incredibly friendly and open and you try your best to remember the names. Drinks keep coming whenever you finish one, but you keep it slow and steady, not wanting to make a fool out of yourself. Throughout the night you catch Harry’s eyes lingering on you several times and you just nervously smile at him before averting your gaze.
“Someone is into you,” Bianca teases you leaning closer so only you can hear her words.
“Don’t be ridiculous,” you shake your head, taking the straw of your drink into your mouth and sipping on it to keep yourself busy. Why would he be into you when there are several prettier and thinner women around. It’s hard for you to believe that someone would took interest in you when Bianca is sitting right next to you.
“I’m gonna go to the bathroom, be right back,” you let B know as you stand from the table and head to the restrooms.
When you’re washing your hand, you take a good look at yourself in the mirror. The outfit makes you feel exposed and you can’t help but spot everything you’d want to change on yourself. Think about how much better you’d look in it if you lost a few pounds, if your arms were thinner and your tummy flatter.
You force yourself to stop before you lose all of your confidence, so turning away from your reflection you head out to return to the table and numb your thoughts with the conversation going on and preferably some more drinks.
As you walk past the bar you almost trip and fall when you spot a familiar face sitting on one of the stools. Vincent is nursing a drink just a few feet away from you, but he’s not alone. There’s a tall, thin woman next to him, one hand on the counter, the other one on his thigh, suggestively scratching her nails over the inside of it.
It’s obvious she is either the woman he intended to send the picture to or maybe another hookup he kept while dating you. Your heart drops seeing the way he looks at her, because you never saw a hunger this kind in his eyes when you were with him. He’s almost devouring her with just his looks and it feels like you’re being stabbed in the chest.
You want to leave, from the bar, from the face of Earth before he notices you, but you’re out of luck. Vincent spots you, a surprised look on his face as you look away in an instant and try to escape, only to bump against a hard, muscular chest.
“Everything alright?” Harry’s hand come to your arms to steady you. He saw you look upset and wanted to check in on you, but now as he sees your expression from up close he is even more worried.
“Yeah, I mean no—I just…” you stutter and before you could give him an explanation, Vincent walks up to the two of you.
“Y/N?”
“Fuck,” you mumble before turning to face him. “Vin, hi!”
“I saw you, but thought it’s not quite a place you like to come to, so I wasn’t sure.”
“You’re right, it’s not my usual place, so I guess that’s why you’re here with someone,” you snicker back, surprising not just Vincent, but yourself with the venom your tone carried. Harry doesn’t need more to realize who he is facing right now, the anger crawling up his spine is hard to control as he thinks about what Vincent could possibly do to hurt you.
But he manages to put it aside and out of the blue he takes the lead. He curls an arm around your waist, pulling you to his side as he flashes a sweet, sugarcoated smile at Vincent.
“I think we haven’t had the chance to meet yet. I’m Harry,” he holds out a hand for him and Vincent is seemingly shocked by the scene, his eyes keep snapping to Harry’s hold on your waist.
“Um, Vincent. Are you two together or something?”
You open your mouth, but Harry beats you with the answer.
“Yes. And I’m the luckiest guy in the city she chose me,” he says, eyes meeting yours as the words roll off his tongue. “Seems like you know her well, so then you know she is the absolute best, right?”
There’s something passive aggressive in his tone, something threatening as he stares back at Vincent who for sure can feel how far behind he is compared to Harry.
The woman from the bar walks over to Vincent and wraps around him like a clingy koala bear, eyeing you with a challenging look, she doesn’t even try to introduce herself.
“I’m getting bored, babe,” she whines to Vincent and you can’t stop yourself from rolling your eyes.
“Not gonna keep you up longer, we have some celebrating to do too,” Harry smiles at them, squeezing you to his side. “It was nice meeting you two, whatever your names are,” he shrugs as he simply pulls you away and your eyes widen at his last comment, but don’t say a word, just walk away with him.
But instead of returning to the table he walks you out to back of the place where people usually disappear to have a smoke. When he finds a peaceful corner, he turns to face you.
“It was him, right?”
“Yes,” you nod, feeling the tears stinging the back of your eyes.
“What did he do exactly?”
“He… He sent me a picture of the lingerie he bought for some other girl, maybe that was her, I don’t know. I just know it wasn’t meant for me, because… Because the sizing definitely couldn’t fit me.”
It feels like you’re dipping yourself in acid, admitting it all to Harry and talking about your insecurities to him. And now that you started, you want to unload more of what you’ve been keeping bottled inside.
“I mean, I would choose her over me too. He would be stupid to settle with me when he can get women like her,” you chuckle bitterly, and it’s the last straw for Harry.
“That’s it, you’re coming home with me, we’re gonna get things straight in that pretty head of yours,” he says and taking your hand he pulls you back inside.
It all happens so fast, Harry tells the rest of the group that the two of you are leaving and before you could even get a word out, you’re sitting in his car, on your way to his place.
When you arrive he helps you out of the car, his hand wrapping around yours and he doesn’t let go as you cross the lobby of the building, marching up to the elevator. The way up to the penthouse is silent, but only verbally. Harry’s hand remains wrapped around yours, his thumb keeps brushing over the back of your hand, squeezing it from time to time. You can’t tell what’s gonna happen now, not after the evening and the shocking turn it took, but you know you wouldn’t be anywhere else now.
The elevator arrives and the doors slide open, Harry’s familiar home welcomes you. The lights are out and you expect him to turn them on, but he just pulls you inside in the dark, towards the windows that are now showing you the incredible night sky of the city. Without a word Harry walks you to the window and then stops, turning you towards the sight, standing behind you.
“Tell me what you see, Y/N,” he then says, his voice coming from right next to your ear, sending a shiver down your spine.
“I see the city. The buildings, the lights…” you softly answer, eyes glued to the picture in front of you, while your mind keeps circling back to his close proximity.
“Do you find it beautiful?”
“Yes,” you nod shortly and involuntarily lean back, your backside meeting his chest, but instead of pulling away you stay. What’s more, his hands find your waist, the warm touch of his palms reminding you of what it felt like when he pulled you into his hold when you were talking to Vincent.
“Now take a better look. Do you find anything you don’t like in this sight?”
“Yes,” you answer again.
“Tell me, what are these things?” You feel his nose brushing against your hair and you almost instantly forget his question biting back a moan, his front still pressed against your back.
“I see… I see chimneys and messy rooftops… some graffiti…” It’s hard to focus, but you keep your eyes on the skyline and try to find more things that aren’t that beautiful. “I see into a few messy rooms through the windows…”
“It’s not perfect, right?” he hums, his fingers gently stroking your waist as he talks.
“No,” you shake your head.
“But it’s still beautiful, something you admire and love looking at, right, Y/N?”
As the words roll off his tongue you realize what it’s about, your breath hitching as your heart starts racing. Harry notices the change in you and his hands squeeze your waist to earn your attention back.
“Yes,” you breathe out, barely more than just a whisper.
“Stay right here,” he tells you and a moment later he disappears from behind you, your body instantly aching to feel his closeness again. You hear his footsteps move away from you and a few seconds later he turns all the lights on. The sudden brightness turns the windows into mirrors, the city lights fading as the inside of the penthouse appears in front of you mirrored, along with your standing figure. Your eyes spot Harry walking back to you until he takes his previous spot, but this time he keeps his hands to himself as his gaze catches yours in the mirror.
“You’re beautiful, Y/N. When I look at you, I see the most breathtaking woman I’ve ever laid my eyes on and I want you to see this beauty too. Look at yourself,” he tells you and you force your focus to move to yourself. “Do you see things on yourself that you don’t like?”
“Yes,” you answer right away.
“But that doesn’t mean you’re not beautiful. All those things make you who you are and when you see it as a whole, you shouldn’t see them, only the beauty.”
Your lips tremble and tears are dwelling in your eyes. No one has ever said anything like this to you and even if someone did, you wouldn’t have believed. But with Harry, you know he meant every single word. You’ve been battling with your looks for so long, beating yourself up for not being pretty enough, thin enough, attractive enough, making yourself believe that no one would ever look at you like you’ve seen other girls being looked at. The envy, jealousy and hurt you had to deal with your whole life never let you see yourself as Harry made you.
“Hey,” he softly murmurs, turning you around when he sees your teary eyes. He takes your face in his palms, worried he might have said something that hurt you. “Talk to me, did I say something that upset you?”
“No,” you breathe out, your hands coming up to wrap around his wrists as you finally look up into his eyes. “I just… You meant it?”
“All of it,” he answers without hesitation. “Do you want to know what I thought when I first saw you?” he asks with a tiny, cheeky smile as he wipes your tears away with his thumbs, his hands remain holding your face.
“At your office?”
“Yeah. I walked out and you were standing there, staring at the art on the wall, your head tilted as you were trying to make out the painting. You wore that dress and I just took a few moments, staring at you, because I was in awe. I thought… I thought wow! This woman could easily be the end of me and she hasn’t even looked at me!”
You can’t help but laugh at how he recalls his thoughts and the sound of it is making his heart soar.
“That first time, I had to try so hard to stay professional and not make it obvious how attracted I was to you. The way you talked about renovating your parents’ weekend house, I was drinking up every word, you talked so passionately and it just made me fall for you even more.”
“I was so fucking nervous,” you admit, leaning into his touch.
“Yeah?” he chuckles softly. “I made you nervous?” he asks with a hint of pride in his words.
“Of course,” you nod. “I saw you and then… I wanted to be professional so you’d choose me, but I was also very into you at the same time.”
“Really? So you wouldn’t have minded if I flirted with you?”
“No, but I would have probably turned into a giggling little girl,” you admit grinning.
“I’m sure I would have loved it,” he hums and leaning closer he nudges his nose against yours, your whole body buzzing to be touched and worshipped by him or at least you need him to kiss you before you pass out from excitement. “I’m sorry your ex made you upset tonight, it’s not what I planned.”
“He’s not my ex,” you correct him.
“How come?”
“He never wanted to be in a committed relationship with me, I guess I was never good enough for him,” you tell him with a shrug, your hands moving from his wrists to his waist where you fist his shirt, wrinkling the expensive fabric, but you couldn’t care less.
Harry doesn’t like this answer. At all. The thought of you with Vincent was driving him crazy all evening, but now that he knows he treated you like this is just the last straw. Vincent is lucky he is not around, because Harry wouldn’t be able to hold himself back and not punch him in the face.
Growling, he slides his hands from your cheeks to your neck, tilting your head up by the chin with his thumbs so you’re staring right up at him. Your lips part and Harry’s eyes are mesmerized by the view of having you like this, in his hold.
“Let me show you what you deserve, baby,” he breathes out before the dam breaks.
Hunger takes over him and he presses his lips against yours as if his life depended on it. His kiss is demanding and heated, but you’re returning it with just as much enthusiasm, the feel of his perfect lips against yours seals the weeks worth of pining that’s behind you. Like two puzzle pieces, you click perfectly and the moan that bubbles from your chest when his tongue pushes past your lips destroys the last bits of Harry’s self-control.
His hands move from your neck, fingers brushing against the swell of your breasts before they reach your waist and dig into the soft flesh, pulling you flush against him while he keeps kissing you, claiming your lips as his.
One hand remains on your waist, while the other moves to your ass and he wastes no time taking a handful of it, squeezing and feeling the curve of it up shamelessly. He loves how it fits perfectly into his palm, it’s so soft and bounces with every movement.
You circle your arms around his waist, nails scratching his back over the fabric of his shirt and you wish there was nothing between your palm and his skin. When his lips move down to your jawline, then your throat, kissing and biting you on their way, he starts walking forward, backing you until your backside hits the cold glass of the window. Gasping your back arches and Harry uses the opportunity to bury his face into your breasts, giving in to the desire he felt every time his eyes wandered down to your cleavage in this dress throughout the night. He’s losing his mind, licking, kissing, biting and sucking your exposed skin wherever he can reach, inhaling your sweet scent that was intoxicating enough when he wasn’t this close to you.
The difference between how Harry is all over you and how Vincent treated you when you were intimate is astronomical. Normally your thoughts would be revolving around everything that could go wrong, how you might be looking, your flaws and imperfections that could ruin the experience, but they are now locked and forgotten in the back of your head.
Harry makes you feel so wanted like no one did before. You see the genuine passion and hunger in his eyes, all of it just for you and for once in your life, you feel confident enough to be fully present in the moment.
His right hand moves to your left thigh and he urges you to lift it up, his hold grabbing the back of your knee as his hips press against yours in a whole new and tighter way now, your soaking wet pussy rubbing against his thigh in this position.
His lips return to yours, kissing you like it’s been decades since the last time you locked lips, it’s impossible to tell where he ends and where you begin. He loves the feel of your breasts and tummy pressed against him, the way you’re involuntarily rolling your hips to create some friction for your pleasure, how you keep moaning when his hands touch you in a new area. He is convinced he is losing his mind, but if this is the way his life ends, then he’ll go as a happy man.
“You’re fucking perfect, Y/N. Inside and out. Let me show you just how much I love this body of yours! Let me show you your worth!” he begs, his words muffled against your lips, but you understand every single one and they make your core throb even more.
“Please!” is all you manage to get out, your own desires taking control over your mind and body.
Harry wastes no time. Pulling back he moves you away from the window just enough so he can reach the zipper of your dress at the back, the fabric instantly loosening around your form before falling to the floor. He steps back, his eyes roaming your body and you’ve never felt more exposed and vulnerable, people you’ve been with usually didn’t take the time to even take a good look at you and you got used to the rush that usually comes with sex. But Ha
Relationship: Sebastian Stan x black plus sized/requested reader
I don’t even know how the guys got me out here to a strip club. First I’m reading over lines for this new movie them all of a sudden I’m here watching life size Barbie dolls dance and shake their ass.
I knock back another lemon drop shot just praying that we leave soon. “Seb what’s your issue man? Lighten up” Anthony says
“Yea you’ve been sulking all night” Robert points out. I roll my eyes and cross my ankle over my knee knocking back a third lemon drop shot. I start feeling the liquor hit my system and the lights go out. The song partition by Beyoncé plays in the background.
“Alright everyone” the invisible MC speaks softly “next to the stage is Brown Sugar”
“Let’s go baby” anthony grabs my shoulders shaking me and I smile sitting back and slouching. I open my legs and cross my arms and I see a spotlight turn onto a chaise chair. A silhouette of a woman with big curls pushed up into into a high ponytail walks out. She has long nails, long legs but her thighs are thick. She had a curvy body a dip right above her hips leading into her luscious rotund chest. She looks naked. The curve of her ass has my mouth dry and my dick getting hard.
She starts at the bigger spherical end of the chair leaning forward embracing it. I can already hear her moans as if I were back there fucking her the way she is right now. She pulls her legs up in a planking position moving her arms down to the smaller end of the chair. Her chins and ankles move up as she extends her ass in the air arching her back. Her curls dangle in the spotlight. Who is this girl?
In a swift motion she spreads her legs swooping down in a rapid motion pulling on knee up to her chest and the other out.
I am mesmerized and hard to say the least. She arches her back off the seat and uses her heel to push herself up extending her arms and pulling out her ponytail letting her curls fall loose in the mid air. She moves upward sitting on the chair and throwing her hair back.
She gets off the chair and the background creating her silhouette is lifted and that’s when I see her. Curly blonde hair, terra colored skin, perfect natural breasts covered by a shimmery bra and a barely there thong exposing her entire ass. I’ve somehow managed to become harder as she stands there on the pole doing flips and tricks. My bottom lip is pulled between my teeth watching her move (gif up top). I watch her intently.
She comes out into the crowd and spots me. She gets on her knees crawling towards me placing her hands on my knees. Is this real? This isn’t real. Anthony and Robert cheer me on as she snakes forward our face and lips inches apart and she straddled my lap grinding against my throbbing cock. She turns around shaking her ass on my lap and I watch it bounce. I don’t wanna distract her by touching it without her permission.
“I like you” she speaks. My hands are at her hips unconsciously as she grinds on me kissing my neck. “What’s your name baby?”
“Sebastian” I moan
“I don’t usually do this but meet me in room A soon as I leave the stage”
“Ok” she stands up and kisses my cheek before getting back on stage and leaving. I stand up and the boys smirk at me.
“Aren’t you glad you came?”
“Shut up. I’ll be back” I leave hastily seeing the different colored rooms. Room A is a devil red color and I walk in and sit down.
I wait for only a minute before Brown Sugar walks in with a smirk “early. I like that”
“You were great on stage” I nod rubbing my thighs unconsciously
“Thanks” she smiles. She sits on my lap lifting my chin giving me a soft kiss on the lips.
“Oh this is for you for the performance I forgot to give it to you” I hand her 2 100 dollar bills and she smiles putting it in her bra. She wraps her legs around my waist kissing me harder this time.
We just sit there making out as she grinds on my hard-on. I almost came when she aw as grinding on me and she kissed my neck.
“Brown Sugar. You’re up next” A man outside calls. She stops and looks at me.
“I’ve gotta go” she stands up and I shield myself
“Wait can I get your number?”
She grabs a marker and writes her number on my arm “I’ll be waiting” she strides out of the room and I sigh raking my hands through my hair. I need to see her again.
Relationship: Henry Cavill x black plus sized reader
I arrive at the magnificent house and wait for my fiancé Henry to join my side for this day party his parents are hosting. He holds my hand leading me into the large glass double doors and immediately I’m greeted with a glass of champagne. “Thank you” I say softly. Henry grabs his and smiles at me “what?”
“Nothing you just look ravishing” just as he says that his friends DarianandTroy walk through. I’ve always had a bad feeling about Darian considering he has tried to flirt with me and get with me behind Henry’s back and they’re supposed to be best friends but I haven’t let Henry know because he’s good to go 0-100 especially when it concerns me.
“Hello Henry. Y/N wow you look great” Troy smiles hugging us both. Darian hugs me first making sure his hands are clad on the small of my back. I move them swiftly and let go before he gets any other chances to feel me up. He hugs Henry and they all commit to a conversation “so boys are we playing Call of Duty tonight?” He asks
“Of course baby you already know” they smile
“Great we can join at like 7 I’ve got some other work to attend to” they nod agreeing and Darian speaks
“What like fucking Y/N?” He’s the only one laughing and my jaw is dropped
“What I do with her is my business and her name should never appear in your mouth negatively. Understand?” Darian scoffs nodding and rolling his eyes like it’s in one ear and out the other.
…
I’m at the bar grabbing a drink for Henry and myself when I feel someone slide behind me. “Hello sweet cheeks”
I look over seeing Darian with a daunting look in his blue eyes. His are lighter than Henry’s almost like an icecap blue. I’d like to think they represent how cold he can really be.
“Don’t call me that”
“Don’t act like you don’t like it”
“It’s not an act Darian. I’m with Henry your best friend since middle school don’t do this”
“Or what?” His hand creeps up my exposed thigh gathering the stretched lace covering barely anything on my body. I feel a body pressed behind me and it’s Henry who’s fuming.
“Henry you’ve gotta let me have one night with your girl I mean come on you can’t be the one who gets the best little pet” my eyes go wide in unison with Henry’s and he steps towards him but I manage to place my hands on his chest stopping him. Darian’s hand is now raking through my hair “I wanna pull it so bad”
He slaps Darians hand away and grabs my arm careful not to hurt me pulling me to the car. Henry gives the valet a tip and we leave.
The car ride home was dead silent not one word or even a look being exchanged between us. I feel like he’s mad at me. I go to open my mouth to defend myself in the situation. And he holds his hand up stopping me from speaking keeping the other on the wheel.
“I’m not mad at you just give me some time” I swallow thickly as the words roll off of his deep voice. The voice of utter rage and jealousy. He’s jealous that someone, let alone his best friend, even had the thought of fucking me the way he does and the balls to say it out loud.
He grips the steering wheel pressing the gas harder making it home in less time.
We get through the door and he loosens his tie going straight upstairs. I take off my heels greeting Kal at the door. I go upstairs as he follows me to change my clothes. I hear the shower water running. Henry took a shower before we left but I know that’s for him to cool down and clear his mind. I change into a tank top and some leggings getting ready to walk Kal.
I enter the bathroom and it’s completely steamed out. The walls have water droplets on them, the mirror and skylight is completely fogged up and I can barely see into the Carrara marble rainfall shower. There he is letting the steamy water run down his back and neck with his hands on the wall in front of him huffing and puffing. His eyes are closed and he’s furious. One hand drops down swilling the water off of his face and he turns around meeting my eyes.
“I’m taking Kal for a walk” he nods turning back around. I exit the bathroom feeling the cool air hit me before grabbing the leash and other things I’ll need. I clip the leash into Kal’s collar and he follows me on a small walk.
….
I come back inside to a silent house. I unclip the leash letting the dog run free and set everything down before going upstairs. I find Henry with his headset on playing Call of Duty with none other than Darian. I wonder where Troy is.
“Hello babydoll” he smiles.
“Hi?” I say in more of a question manner. He was so angry he didn’t even wanna speak to me just an hour ago and now he’s all happy and on the game with a man that wants to fuck me. This doesn’t make sense. I go to sit next to him but he grabs my waist moving me onto his lap.
“Is that Y/N” Darian asks
“It is”
“Hey sweet cheeks” I don’t even respond.
“Now Darian were on this mission and as you know once you start the mission you have to complete it without stopping correct. Unless one person pauses it and I made the game so no one can leave cause this mission requires teamwork” as Henry is talking he’s rubbing my thighs going higher and higher until he reaches my clothed pussy. He plays with my clit through my underwear and leggings not stuttering one bit.
“Right” Darian agrees
“Ok cool so since you’re here you might hear a few things in the background. Don’t mind the noise cause it will most likely be loud and I know I’ll be doing somethings you will never have the capability to do” as he’s still speaking Henry stands me up and grabs the waistband of my leggings and underwear pulling them down. I try to stop him but that only earns me a spank to my ass.
“What do you mean”
“You’ll see” he chuckles
“Henry what are you doing?” I ask
“Trust me darling”
Henry pulls off all of my clothing and sits me back on his lap spreading my legs. At this moment I’m soaked and vulnerable. He rubs my clit and my jaw drops at the sudden friction that I need.
He sets the controller down moving his fingers to my entrance where he places 2 inside of me curling slowly at my g-spot and his other hand replaces the previous one rubbing at my clit.
“Henry” I whisper
“Let him hear you darling. I want you loud and if you don’t I’ll force it out of you. I want Darian to hear what he’ll never be able to do” he coos in my ear
“Henry-“ Darian tried to protest
“Shut the fuck up and listen” he snaps pumping his fingers faster. My jaw drops but nothing comes out for the fear that Darian will hear me even though that’s Henry’s maniacal plan.
“What’s my name?” He eggs biting my ear lobe. He asks me again this time sucking on my neck. He rubs my clit faster and I’m curious as to how he’s mastered different hand movements at one time.
“Henryyy” I mewl
“That’s not my fucking name princess”
“Shit daddy I’m- oh my god” my release is quicker than I expected as my body rocks forward. I’m trying to close my legs in the hopes that his fingers will move but no he keeps curling at a fast pace.
“Please please please daddy” I sit back up straight and Henry moves his hand away from my clit to my neck applying the right amount of pressure on the sides.
“Good girl” He finally pulls his coated fingers out of me sucking them dry. By now he’s past hard and he pulls down his pants letting his dick spring up to his stomach “ride it reverse I wanna see that ass bounce”
“Henry I-“ he grabs my by the throat again
“Ride. Me” I turn around grabbing his girthy dick and pushing the head at my entrance. He holds my hips then leans back on his elbows. I sink down on his dick using his knees to balance myself. I place my feet on the bed and start bouncing on his dick feeling him hit the back of my vagina. My long acrylics press into his thighs hearing his low grunts.
“That’s my girl” he moans. I stop bouncing and rock my hips on his. His hand comes down on my behind gripping and kneading it slowly.
He bucks his hips meeting me halfway and I moan sitting up. He wraps his hand around my throat and at this point I can’t control my moans now.
Henry flips us around taking control penetrating me even harder. The headboard is knocking against the wall and my breasts are bouncing to my chin damn near. I grip the bedsheet biting my lip. “Let the man who wishes he could fuck you hear how good I’m fucking you love” he moans “I’m the only one that will be fucking you. You know why baby? Because you’re. Mine” he holds my legs back by my thighs giving hard thrust after thrust. Almost as if Darian were in the room literally and could see how good Henry is making me feel.
“Just like that daddy” I moan. He drops one leg going back to assault my clit while sucking and biting on my neck.
“Henry wait Darian is-“
“I know love. He wants to be a pussy and try to fuck you behind my back knowing he’ll never get to have his way with you the way I do. And if he does it won’t nearly be this good”
He goes into a plank position and sits on his knees bringing me toward going deeper. Fucking me deeper. Fucking me harder.
“Look at you. Filthy little whore. You’re my filthy little whore” the headset falls off but you van still hear us.
“All yours” I feel my release creeping up on me. “Henry I’m gonna- I can’t not while Darian is- oh god”
“You wanna cum for me or keep being a stubborn little bitch?” He asks making that question nearly impossible to answer. Only I can moan to respond because of how cloudy my mind is “if you don’t answer you won’t cum”
This made me cry out holding onto his muscular forearm that’s wrapped around my stomach “Henry I wanna cum please let me cum please” I beg as tears pool in my eyes
“Are you gonna be a good girl?”
“Yes I promise” he pulls my hair biting my ear lobe setting it on fire “cum for me princess”
My body rocks as my legs wrap around his waist. He’s not far behind me grunting in my ear “fuck” he draws out gripping the sheets. His thick cum coats my walls and there’s a lot seeing as we haven’t had sex in a week. Due to my cycle and his work.
He keeps thrusting until we’re both exhausted. He pulls out and grabs the headset standing up.
“And Darian if you ever touch again I’ll kill you. Don’t try me” his voice is stern and serious as ever. With that he turns off the PS5 and looks at me with his hands on his hips.
“That was one hell of a power move Mr. Cavill” my voice is raspy from moaning so loud and my throat is dry. He grabs a glass of water lifting my head helping me drink like a child. The water runs down my chem dripping onto my chest where he licks and sucks it up. His finger guided itself between my legs mixing our juices before pulling his coated fingertip to my lip. I suck it dry swallowing his seed as well as my own
“I’m known for power moves Mrs. Cavill” he winks grabbing me by the throat holding me to a kiss.
Summary: You miss your husband, so surprising him was in both yours and his favor…
Note: Inspired by thisask my bestie left me, hope you guys enjoy
Also I hope I did this head cannon thingy right this is only my second attempt
Warnings: porn with a little plot, husband!Chris, kind of angsty, smut(dom/sub aspects, unprotected vaginal sex, mentions of anal, oral(f), overstimulation, husband/wife kink(?), squirting, spanking,(one) slap)
First of all let’s start saying this was a completely last minute decision made after indulging a whole half gallon bottle of wine while sitting in the bath tub after getting off Face Time with Christopher. So technically, this was his fault.
He’d been away for a few months filming and promoting his new movie, leaving you alone with Dodger.
“I miss you so much,” you’d whisper to him late at night.
“I miss you baby, I wish I could hold you in my arms, cuddle and give you all the kisses.” he admitted, tears forming in your eyes.
“I would love nothing more.” you almost sobbed.
This was how you ended up taking a week off from work, booking the next available ticket to where your husband had no idea what was awaiting.
You reconsidered your plan when you couldn’t figure out how exactly you should pose for when he entered his room, everything you did felt too forced.
Chris was always raving about how much he loved your body, how much he loved seeing your naked, feeling your bare skin….
Shivers ran down your spine, only making your wetness cling more to your thighs as it dripped. You’d been so lonely without Chris, there was no way you could satisfy your needs without him. You needed his fingers, oh god his mouth…the wonders he could do.
You were so lost in your thoughts you didn’t hear the door open, nor did you see your hot ass husband’s look when he saw you sitting on his bed naked.
Chris felt his pants immediately tighten, the sight of your beautiful body waiting for him in his bed made him feral. He hadn’t seen you, felt you, in so long he could have combusted right there.
“Look at that, my pretty little wife just couldn’t wait any longer?” he smirked, your squeal of surprise made him smile.
He slowly walked over to you, watching your naked body crawl to the end of the bed. God he wanted to just pounce, but no, he was going to take him time he swore to himself.
“Hi baby,” you greeted sensually.
It wasn’t minutes later he was equally as naked with your pretty ass perched on his face while he went to town on your pussy, the scruff of his beard only adding to your pleasure.
“Oh-shit!” you whimpered as you came for the fifth time, your thighs beginning to burn as your muscles clenched and unclenched from the intensity of your orgasms.
“That’s it baby, soak my face.” Chris growled while crudely slurping your cum.
You couldn’t recall when he’d moved you so your ass was in the air for him until he slammed his dick inside you, the burn of his girth almost made you faint. The squelching noises your pussy made as he railed into you filled the room along with your cries.
“Who’s fucking you this good baby?”
“You! You Chrisy!” you whined, pushing your ass back against him.
The loud slap of his hand colliding with your ass cheek made everything ten times hotter.
“I’m sorry…who?” he teased.
“My husband! You, my husband fucks me so good-fuck!” you sobbed while he laid a few more spanks down.
Chris loved seeing your ass all pretty with his hand prints, especially when he planned on taking your second hole that belonged only to him. He loved watching your ass bounce against him as he pounded into you.
“Chris! Baby-” you panted, arms giving out as your 8th orgasm took over.
He’d been so deep in thought he didn’t even realize you’d cum so much. Flipping you on your back, the fucked out look in your eyes made him smirk.
“Look how soaked my little wife is, just can’t stop cumming can you baby? Just love your husbands dick too much hmmm?” he taunted, bending down close enough for your lips to brush together as he entered you again.
Your eyes rolled back, fuck you felt so incredible. Going without this for months was pure torture. You knew you’d blacked out when Chris lightly tapped your cheek.
“You with me angel? Baby?” he called, his dominating tone off to make sure his wife was ok.
“Don’t stop Chrisy, I’m ok.” you whispered, smiling as you opened your eyes looking into his.
He kissed you fiercely, so in love with you he couldn’t explain it. He knew he was going to bust any second now, fill you up with his seed until your pussy got so full it dripped a mess on the sheets.
Your nails scratched down his toned back as he continued his rough movements. A smirk of your own appearing when you barely heard his little whimper.
“You gonna cum baby? Fill your wife up? Stuff my pussy so full of you baby? Come on Chrisy, I want it.” you whispered, Chris growling as he bit into the skin of your shoulder.
“Fuck baby, I love it so much! I love when you fuck me, missed it.” you whined, feeling his eyebrows furrow with concentration when he hit your gspot.
You screamed so loud he had to cover your mouth.
“That the spot honey? Choke my cock baby.” he hissed.
And you sure did when not seconds later your body locked up in a shaking, earth shattering orgasm. You squirted all over yourself and Chris along with the sheets.
Chris moaned as he let go inside you, shooting his seed inside of you as deep as he could push in.
After catching your breath, the two of you laid in each other’s arms. Fingers traced naked skin lovingly as your eyes memorized every feature of him, lips kissing softly. It was a complete 360 compared to the filth you two were just engaged in.
Summary: You have to work on Halloween and you go dressed as a character your boyfriend likes very much. You are not ready for how worked up he was once you got home.
Warnings: SMUT! There will be: erotic body touching, boob-job, oral (female receiving), unprotected sex (be safe out there!), doggy-style, aftercare.
Word Count: 3181
The idea came to you early in the month, when you were working at the coffee shop your boyfriend and his friends always like to come to, being close to their company and discreet enough that they could enter in small groups without being recognized instantly. There was still the one or another who recognized them, but always manageable. As you came with a bunch of drinks that they ordered to their table, you realized they were planning a movie marathon to get them in the Halloween spirit. And amongst all the movies the group discussed about seeing, Jungkook was very fixated on watching one in particular, saying the name over and over until they agreed it was on the list: The Nightmare Before Christmas.
You made a mental note of it, kissed him on the head, to which he scrunched up his nose as cheeks grew pinker, and went back to do your job.
A quick order online, a trip to the shop to buy some fishnet tights and a new pair of black heel boots, and your outfit for this Halloween was all set up. Not only would your boyfriend appreciate it, it was a good choice for you to wear to your work place, since your boss as asked the employees at the coffee to wear a costume on the 31st, as a way to please costumers.
Halloween came around rather quickly and, much to your frustration, Jungkook actually had half of the day off. He was currently on the living room, playing games in the big screen tv. And, of course, you had the evening shift at the coffee shop, thus you wouldn’t be able to stay with him.
So, here you were, in the bedroom, putting on the colorful dress with mismatched patterns, the fishnets tights and the boots, letting your hair down to resemble the character the best it could, some elongating mascara for your eyelashes and a deep red lipstick. Apart from the blueish skin and all the stitches, you actually resembled her quite nicely. If they ever saw the movie, everyone would certainly recognize who you were.
You get out of the bedroom and into the living room, your boyfriend currently with his back to you, headphones on and focused on the busy screen in front of him while you walked behind the couch in the direction of the door.
“I’m leaving, Kookie. See you later tonight, okay?” you say goodbye with a resented voice.
“Hum? Oh, okay, I-” Jungkook takes off his headphones that fall around his neck as he turns to look at you.
You almost miss his reaction while you grab the coat from the closet at the entrance. The way those round bright eyes enlarge so greatly you can see the full ebony iris, a hint of recognition and astonishment behind that sparkle, how his lips fall apart in the tiniest of openings, straight and thick eyebrows raising up in his forehead. His body sits frozen in the couch, only really reacting when he sees you putting on your coat with a shy smile on your lips.
“You, huh…!” he gets up in a jump, letting go of the controller in his hands and coming to stand in front of you, eyes roaming up and down your voluptuous figure. “You’re dressed up as Sally. You dressed up for Halloween.”
“Yeah” you respond, flattered by the way his eyes keep lingering at you in interest. “My boss told us to bring our best outfit to work on the coffee shop. So, I’m going as Sally.”
“It’s so pretty” he murmurs, almost in a daze until he looks back at your eyes and corrects himself. “You look so pretty, Y/N. As always.”
You giggle at his compliment and lean in to give him a long peck on those uneven lips, adoring their warmth of softness against your own.
“Thank you, baby. I’ll be back before eleven at night” you inform as you step backwards and turn to go out the door.
“What, wait!”
Jungkook stops you by getting a hold of your hand, keeping you from opening the main door and instead you stand back in front of him, with raised eyebrows in surprise and confusion. You recognize the look of disappointment in his eyes, a slight pout already taking over his larger lower lips in the cutest of ways.
“You need to go? Like… Like right now? I only just saw you in your costume.”
“Well, I told you I had to work today, Kookie. And, yeah, I’ll admit I chose this costume because I knew you would like it, but that was before I knew I had to work the late shift” you explain.
But he is not really keen on letting you go and it shows when he effortlessly pulls you close by your hand despite your hefty weight, attaching his hands to your waist and back while his face gets hidden at the crook of your neck. His breath hits your skin as he speaks, creating goosebumps before he kisses it.
“I don’t want you to go. I wanna be the Jack to your Sally” he whines.
As he kisses up your neck and across your soft jaw, you struggle to remain focused and responsible, when in reality all you wanted was to ditch your work and stay home with him.
“Baby, I can’t. I need to go now, but I’ll be back. Just wait for me, okay? I’m all yours then” you assure him, sneaking past his arms with heated cheeks and chills down your spine.
“Promise?” he sulks, albeit letting you go as you open the door.
“Promise.”
He would hold you up to that promise.
As soon as you came back through the front door, barely closing it behind you, he jumps out of nowhere to hold you tight against his muscular arms. You yelp at the abruptness of it all, your purse falling out of your hands as his arms wrap around you like bindweeds, his lips regaining their position across the skin of your jaw and neck as if they never left.
“How was your day?” he asks in a whisper between the kisses at your pulse point, as if it was just a normal conversation.
It takes you a few solid seconds for you to get a grip and process what was happening, realizing he asked you a question you had yet to answer.
“It… It was fine, I think. What… what’s happening?” your confusion is more than evident in your voice as you regain your balance by holding on to Jungkook’s delightedly strong arms.
“I couldn’t stop thinking about you since you left” he confesses, leaning back just to stare at your face while his cheeks and earlobes glow red. You find it so puzzling, how he could just jump on you like that and then be this shy when actually looking at you. It made your heart flip. “How pretty you looked. How I wished you would’ve stayed. I couldn’t focus, I didn’t even play my game, I was letting my team down so I logged off.”
“It’s… It’s just a cute Sally outfit, Kookie” you say, blinking as you keep your gaze on his, large hands still holding you close by your lower back.
“It just suits you so well. A-And not just your body! Your personality as well. I never realized it until today. You are my own little Sally who treats me as if I was the center of your world and I never got to show how much I thank you for it.”
You bite your bottom lip and tilt your head at him, wondering how a Halloween outfit could remind him of this, of how much you adored him. But you weren’t about to stop him, for sure.
“Well” you shrug, with a warm smile. “Show me, then.”
He giggles and you chuckle back until the sound dies out just a moment before your lips meet, engaging in caresses that have you standing on your feet and tremors run down your back while you lean in to him. He holds you close and tight, his hands roaming your curvaceous body and brushing over every inch they could, from your rolls to your fluffy bits, squeezing and folding.
You are melting into his touch, heart jumping out of your chest, when his tongue flicks at your top lip, requesting your permission. You gladly give him entrance as you open your mouth and allow him access to every single crevice, tongue twinning with yours making your shudder. He tastes like a spicy nectar that sets your whole body on fire, effortlessly doing so and instigating breathless moans from you when his lips close around your tongue and he sucks on it.
You throw your head back in order to breathe and he attacks your neck instead. You don’t even realize it, but he has taken off your coat, leaving you in the costume’s dress, and is slowly guiding you to the couch. Once your bum hits the back of the couch, your hands grasp at the solid item while his hands found themselves just underneath your breasts.
“As much as I love this dress, can I take it off now?” he questions, one hand already travelling around your back searching for the zipper.
“Yes, please” you authorize, breathless.
He unzips the long zipper at your back while you kiss at his beautiful neck, feeling beneath your lips as he swallows and sighs heavily. Once he does it, he brushes the sleeves down your shoulders and arms, the fabric of the dress gathering at your wide stomach. You stand in order to pull it the rest of the way down and Jungkook takes advantage of your distraction to pull his hoodie off his body in an elegant move.
When you throw the dress away, standing now only in your fishnets and black matching underwear, you look back at him to find him shirtless, strong sculptured muscles on display and your fingers twitch and inner muscles of your belly contract at the sight. Subconsciously, you lick your lips while he takes in your feminine shape, the way your body looked so incredibly soft and warm and welcoming.
“I really love your body, so much” he confesses in a breathy whisper. “Especially these.”
Jungkook’s hands attach themselves to the malleable fat of your breasts, cupping them and watching his fingers sinking in to the flesh, adoring the way he could barely hold them in the palm of his hands. Your back arches into his touch without your control and he begins teasing at your puckered peaks, brushing his thumbs on top of them and tweaking them as if tunning an old radio. You moaned and squirmed, this unbelievable tension forming deep down inside.
With hooded eyes, you follow the lines of his abdominal muscles down with your digits, adoring their hardness that contrasted so much with your softness. Reaching the edge of the sweatpants he was wearing, you can’t help but notice the line of his manhood, growing ever more noticeable.
“Let… Let me try something for you, baby” you decide, having an idea.
Taking hold of his wrists and bringing them down, you grab his shoulders and make him spin so he is the one against the back of the couch now. Slowly, you kiss his neck and descend down his heated body, taking in every shaking breath and gasp as you went. Soon you are on your knees, facing the tent that had formed on his pants. Pulling the sweatpants and boxers down to his ankles at the same time, you are met with his engorged and pulsing dick, crown pink and throbbing the more you looked at it.
“W-What are you- Ohh!”
Jungkook’s question is answered even before he finishes it, as you take hold of your breasts yourself and place them on either side of his cock, pressing into him. With curious eyes, you look up at him, only the tip of his cock peaking through your cleavage. He is blushed and buggy-eyed, breathing through his parted lips.
“Feels good?” you ask.
“Y-Yeah. Very much” he assured you.
And so, you continue with this new technique, getting a hold of it as you study his reactions. He liked when you pressed your tits together, smothering his cock in between them, and started to move them up and down repeatedly. The tip that rarely got to disappear into your cleavage seemed left out, so you took it upon yourself to lick at the little crown and, when you felt his legs shudder at that, you even began to suck and take it into your mouth the best you could, tongue swirling around it.
“A-Ahh… Y-Y/N, come here!”
He pulls your body up smoothly by your arms, squishing you into him as he kisses you deep and passionately, tasting himself on your tongue. He swirls you two around and, once more, you are the one against the back of the couch.
“Let me return the favor” he murmurs against your bruised lips.
Falling to his knees, you squeal as he begins leaving deep kisses alongside your tick thighs, hands caressing the sides of them as his head made its way in between them, kissing up the inner part. His fingers hook around the fishnets and the panties you were still wearing, pulling them off swiftly when you lift your rump to help him do so.
His strong hands grab you by the knees and push them apart, revealing your needy core to him. Jungkook doesn’t hesitate to delve his head in, mouth coming in contact with your folds and tongue delving in between them, flicking the drenching silky-smooth flesh. Your body jolts at that first touch and you cry out, one hand of yours clawing at the couch while the other grasps at the fluffy hair on top of head. He starts moving his tongue, up and down your slit, swirling it around your hole and you can’t help it, you are pushing him in, wanting more and more. Your pussy is clenching under the amount of unbelievable tension that has formed, as if it was a giant knot that continuously has its strings being pulled, bound to crumble eventually.
Jungkook’s hands keep your thighs steady as they struggle to not suffocate him, your body resisting the urge to close them around his head. He keeps slurping on your juices and moving his face around in the most infuriatingly pleasurable way, making you moan and whimper out loud, his nose rubbing at that incredibly sensitive button every time he moved.
Your whole body felt like it was catching fire and you could feel your insides clenching around nothing as he tirelessly persisted. You wanted – no, you needed – more.
“Kook…! Jungkook, stop” you say, and he leans back to look up at you, dark blown-out eyes and red lips coated in your essence. “I want you, now, Jungkook.”
He smiles as he gets up, almost smugly, before asking you to turn around with a twist of his wrist. You place your forearms on the couch’s back to brace yourself and present your ass up to him, wiggling it as your legs kept creating some friction for your throbbing center. You mewl as Jungkook’s body bends over yours, his torso warming up your bare back and arms wrapped around your protruding stomach while his length rubbed against your slit.
“Ready?” he asks before kissing at the back of your shoulder.
“Yeah” you respond.
He enters you then, slowly inch by inch, as if savoring every moment, every feeling of your walls stretching out for him as he delved a bit deeper. When he reached balls deep, a tremor cursed through your body as his tip was placed against your cervix, the most stirring feeling cursing through your body and short-circuiting your brain.
You can tell he is trying to take it slow, kissing down your back as his hips thrusted back and forth in strong and deep movements, but not quick. It was still enough to have you gasping at every time he reached deep, the tension building leisurely. But once he finished kissing the skin of your back, standing back up and placing his hands on your wide hips, watching your skin jiggle every time he plunged into your tight pussy, the rhythm accelerated. And your hips started to move too, meeting him halfway as you raced to your end too.
“Ahh… Faster, Jungkook! Fast, baby, faster” you beg in a whiny voice, backing your hips up into his.
His answer, rather than words, ends up being a grunt and his subsiding actions. Jungkook leans back down above your chest only for his hands to come and squeeze at your hanging tits, while his hips snapped faster and faster against yours, his twitching shaft dragging against your walls persistently and stimulating all the right spots as it did so.
The sounds are lewd to say the least, your breathless moans and his grinding groans, the rapid sound of skin against skin and the squelching, revealing exactly how immensely drenched you were for him. Your back arches and you lean your head against the couch as you feel the edge approaching with each push of his cock against your cervix, crown finding that particular spot that made you an absolute mess.
Jungkook pinches and rubs at your nipples as he struggles to keep the human-defying quick thrusts, only to succumb to his own need and release his hot seed in several pumps into your core once he felt your walls collapsing impossibly tight around his cock, sucking him dry.
Both of you reach your climaxes at the same exact time, you crying out his name while he bit down on your shoulder and squeezed your tits so tightly you had to check the next day if he left marks. You felt his warm thick essence fill your womb as your body shook with the waves of absolute bliss crashing down on you. It took you both a while to regain control over your bodies.
Jungkook slips out and you hear him running out into the kitchen. You turn around in time to see him come back with a towel in his hand, a guilty expression on his bashful face.
“Sorry. Here, to clean up.”
He hands you the towel and you gently clean the juices running down your legs and the few drops already on the floor.
“No worries, I had every intention of taking a shower once I got home, anyway” you appease him.
Jungkook brings you in for a hug and kisses your temple before starting to gather the clothes thrown on the floor.
“Can I join?”
You chuckle.
“Of course.”
It was in the middle of a very relaxing shower that you hear him gasping loudly and, worried, you look back at him.
“What is it?”
“Oh no… After today, there is no way I can see The Nightmare Before Christmas with the guys ever again!”
Summary: Your boyfriend is currently miles away on Halloween night and you watch the special live he and the rest of the members had scheduled for tonight. But things get interesting when you come up with a special unplanned costume that he seems to rather enjoy on you.
Warnings: SMUT! For this fic there will be: swearing, erotic body touching, mutual masturbation, female masturbation, male masturbation, phone sex over videocall, dirty talk (like, lots).
Word Count: 3759
You turned on your computer and smiled once the video started, watching your boyfriend and his friends on the other side of the screen. Jimin was too busy to celebrate the 31st of October with you this year. He was currently shooting a Halloween special live with the rest of the members quite a few miles away from the city you both lived in. There was no way he could make the trip back in one night, so he and the boys would just sleep in hotel rooms.
Still, as you watched his cute mushy face smiling at the camera, you really wished you could be with him right now. Sighing, you get off your couch and grab some snacks and a drink from the kitchen. You couldn’t be with him personally, but you would be with him digitally. You would watch the full live and text him all about it after.
Chuckling to yourself in your empty apartment, you watch curiously as they play a game to decide who gets what costume for the night. You didn’t know they would be dressed up for Halloween, but it made sense when you thought about it. Their team would definitely prepare something like that for them.
It couldn’t have gone better. You almost choke in your food once you realize what outfit Jimin was supposed to put on. An angel. Coincidentally, he was wearing a white blouse that went along perfectly with the pair of wings he struggled to get on his back. Alongside his blond painted hair and already angelic features, it took your breath away. This man was truly an angel among men, no question about it.
Your eyes couldn’t leave him for the first half hour of the live, your lips with the corners pulled up without you even noticing it until your cheeks hurt. Once they made a little break halfway though, it was like you were called back to reality. You got up and went to the bathroom in the meantime, only to come back in time to hear your phone ping with a message.
Grabbing it from between the cushions of your couch, your smile returns as you realize it’s a text from Jimin. He tells you about how much he misses you and how his day is going, namely about how he got stuck with the angel’s costume. He actually sends you a selfie showcasing his wings, as if you haven’t been watching from the beginning.
That makes you think of something. You always wanted to go out on Halloween with a boyfriend on a couple’s costume. Maybe you two couldn’t be together this year, but that didn’t mean you couldn’t match your costumes. You were pretty sure you still had the props you needed that would go along with the scandalous red dress at the back of your closet…
In a whim, you get up and run to your bedroom, searching for the things you needed. You strip from your hoodie and leggings to a short spaghetti strap red dress, showcasing your bountiful cleavage and soft fluffy arms, as well as your rounded legs. The dress was tight fitting, hugging at your curves perfectly. You skip any make-up except for a bold red lip. And, of course, to tie it all together, you grab the props from a box at a top shelf of your closet: a red trident and a hair band with two little red horns.
Damn, you looked good. Before you second-guessed yourself, you pick up your phone, lay in your still unmade bed and take a pick. Just a bit suggestive, enough to raise a bit of blood. You tell him you miss him too, that you dressed up to match with him and send the picture after.
Back in the living room, you wait in front of the computer for the live to continue and a few of the guys are already sited back in place. You wait for Jimin to come up, but he takes longer than the others and is the last to show up, something the members tease him about as always. Only when the camera zooms on his face do you realize the slight blush ramifying from his cheeks to his ears. You bit your lip as you wonder if it was because of you.
Eventually the rest of the program they had for the live continues and it actually stretches another twenty minutes longer than the planned time. You had a good time watching them, like you always did. But it did feel lonely once the live ended and you closed your computer, realizing you were alone with nothing to do for Halloween.
You were picking up all the snacks you brought to the living room and putting them back in place when your phone rang again. Finishing your task, you go back into the living room and see a message from Jimin. He is telling you not to change your outfit and give him twenty minutes. All in caps.
You suck in your smiling lips as a rush of excitement runs through you. He only used all caps when really passionate about something, he must have really liked your costume. Thankfully, you still had everything on except the lipstick that had smudge while eating. So, as you wait to hear back from him, you take your time to style you hair a bit better, reapply the lipstick and, as silly as it was since it’s not like you would be seeing him personally, you even put on your favorite perfume.
By the time he video-called you, your stomach was in butterflies and your heart skipped a beat at the first ringtone. When you answer, you see him back at the hotel, in his own room, still in his white shirt but no longer wearing the wings. He is laying with his stomach down on his bed, usually slim eyes enlarged as he looked at you through the phone’s screen.
“You’re still wearing it” he whispers in an incredulous manner.
“Of course, you asked me to” you answer back, standing up only to sit back at the head of your bed, where the light from the lamp was best.
“Why are you doing this to me?… You know I can’t go and be with you today, still you sent me a pic like that? You’re killing me here, angel” he whines, with that amazingly cute pout he always made.
“You’re the angel here, Mr. Jimin. May I remind you, today I’m the devil” you point with an index finger to the pointy horns on your head.
He grins and looks away embarrassed for a moment, only to look back at the camera with half-moon eyes.
“You tease me too much, Y/N. Do you know how hard it is to see you like this and not being there to witness? To see you in person, to hug you and touch you and kiss those pretty red lips and… Arrgg!” Jimin was only frustrating himself, it seemed.
“I wish you were here too, love” you confess. Then, a most devilish idea crosses your mind and your heart accelerates with eagerness and anticipation. Maybe you were getting too much into character today, letting such sinful desires guide you. “But, if you were here, just out of curiosity, what would you do? You know, to me, I mean.”
Your bottom lip disappears behind your teeth as you watch Jimin blink in surprise and look away as he licks his lips, gulping hard before responding. The colored flare from before seems to return gradually to his cheeks. All of this pulls at the muscles of your lower stomach in a familiar way.
“I, hum… I would kiss you, for sure” he shyly starts.
“No, no. You never just come up to me and just kiss me like that. You always build up to the kiss, Jimin. So, how would you do it if you were here?” you press for detail.
Jimin changes his position on the other side of the screen, sitting in a similar position to you in bed, with his back against the headboard. He takes a deep breath and looks slightly away from the phone as he answers you again, in a more thoughtful way.
“Well, if I could go and see you right now, the first thing I would do is hug you tight in my arms. Wrap my arms around your shoulders and pull your warm body to mine, breathe in your unique scent.”
You smile at that, picturing it effortlessly in your head.
“And I would hug you back, my hands on your back keeping you close to me. What next?”
“Then I would pull back just a little. Just enough to look at your face. I would frame your cheeks in my hands” he seems to look at his hands as he talks, as if imagining it vividly like you. “I would let my fingers brush your skin slightly before leaning in and kissing you.”
“I can see that. Perfectly, in fact. What type of kiss?”
It’s his turn to bite his plump lip, no more denying the blush evident on his face. He looks away to his right, giving you a nice view of his lean neck and the collar-bones peeking through the shirt. He then looks slightly down as he answers in a lower voice.
“Small pecks. At first.” His eyes glance up quickly into yours before he continues. Even through the phone, the intensity behind them sends sparks down your body. “Then longer kisses. Deep loving ones.”
You nod your head, wondering if he could tell your cheeks were flushed too.
“And I would kiss you back. My hands would be around your shoulders, grasping at the nape of your neck or along your spine. Care to tell me where yours would be?”
When he gets up of bed instead of answering you, you think that maybe you went too far and he didn’t like it. That he was uncomfortable with this. But instead, you listen rather than watch, since he had the camera of his phone against his pants and all you saw was a black screen, as he walks to his room’s door and the sound of the door locking is clear as day.
Jimin resumes his place in bed as if nothing happened, but you were both relieved and giddy.
“Honestly?” he questions staring at the screen with a bit of uncertainty behind shy eyes.
“Yes. Honestly” you assure with poise.
“They would probably move from your face to your waist” he begins, now a bit more confident as he keeps his stare on yours. Those dark eyes have your skin burning from underneath and it gets harder to breathe as he keeps talking. “I would let my fingers sink into your fluffy skin and then squeeze it. Maybe let them wonder all the way to your round bum. Give it a few pinches too, hear you yelp as I do so.”
You body starts itching for something and it’s difficult to keep still. You clean your throat as you switch your position a little, letting your phone stand on the nightstand against the lamp as you sit sideways to look at him, your hands now free. You keep them hugging at your sides.
“You do like to do that” you acquiesce. Jimin smirks on the other side. “I would probably be pulling at your hair by then, one hand clawing at your shoulders or down your chest. Ask you to take your shirt off.”
To your surprise but undeniable delight, he does just that. The phone falls to the bed but you can still see his arms as he raises them to take the white shirt off. Once he picks the phone again, he is half-naked and you can see the blush is spreading heavily to his ears now. But he keeps his eyes on yours, intense and provoking.
“We would be in the bedroom by now, next to the bed. I would… I would kiss down your neck as I pulled those tiny straps down your shoulders” he continued, referring to the current red straps from your dress. He pauses and you realize he is waiting. With a hammering beat inside your chest, you tilt the phone so he can see as you use your fingers to slowly brush them off your shoulders like he wanted. He swallows dry and nods. “Like… Like that, yes.”
“My hands would be all over your skin, down your muscular back, tracing the curves down your arms or creating paths down your torso” you murmur in a deeper voice, expressive. You don’t tell him how you would feel his muscles tensing under your digits whenever you did so, or how he would shudder under your touch. “And then?”
“Then…” he seems to be breathing heavier now, and the crimson color is spreading to his neck. “Then I would pull the dress down your chest and watch your breasts just jump out.” His voice was almost shy, small but filled with want. It made your skin prickle, anticipating his touch that would never really come.
“Oh? You mean these?”
Your hands travel up your body to grab at your chest yourself, squeezing them roughly before you pull the tight fabric off of them and display your naked tits to him. He gasps in surprise, small eyes doubling in size before he closes them and throws his head back against the headboard, half groaning and half whimpering.
“Y/N, fuck, you’re killing me!” he whines, sucking a breath as he looks back at the screen.
“It will be worth it, love. Now, c’mon, what would you do with these?” you try and refocus, ignoring the chills going down your back.
“I… I would burry my face in them. I would hold them in my hands and play with them, kiss them, lick them, suck on them until you scream and pull at my hair.”
Nervous but determined, your hands act as if they belonged to him and start teasing at your hardened nubs, flicking them and pulling at them, rubbing them exactly the way Jimin would do it, except you couldn’t replicate the feeling of his mouth on them. Even so, doing this as he moaned on the other side of the screen was more than enough to have your core burning with desire, jolts of electricity going straight to your womb at every brush of your nipples. Your back arches into your hands and your legs rub together on their own accord.
“Y/N, I am… I want to…!” Jimin is struggling to communicate how he feels but you can see it in his face. Even if far from the perfection it is to see it in person, the pixels don’t hide his blown out heavy eyes, his heated-up face and parted lips, breathing heavier and heavier through them. His hands are nowhere to be seen on the screen and you have a feeling you know where they are placed.
“Show me yours and I’ll show you mine, love” you whisper seductively to the phone.
“What?” Jimin is confused, not getting what you’re hinting at.
So, to clarify him, your hands drop down from your naked chest and, out of his view for now, you pull the rest of your dress down your body and even pull your panties off. You go back to your position in front of the phone’s camera and dangle your underwear in front of it.
“Show me yours, I’ll show you mine” you repeat, and now understanding dawns on his face.
“Oh, fuck me” he exhales, the phone suddenly being moved and once again you don’t see much but you can hear him moving around in a frenzy.
“That’s the point, yes” you chuckle and decide to get a better angle for him as well.
It was a bit awkward, trying to position the phone against your stacked-up pillows so that the most of your naked body is on view for what you are about to do. But Jimin’s reaction so far silence the doubts that threaten to creep in and make you feel embarrassed. You couldn’t be with your boyfriend in person, but it didn’t mean you two couldn’t find pleasure together. And there was nothing wrong with that.
“Ready, love?” you ask as you are laying in bed on your side, facing the still dark screen of the phone.
“Hum, yeah, yes!”
He finally comes into view again, the phone now standing on something tall that gives a perfect angle of him laying down in bed as well. Except, he still has his boxers on.
“C’mon, love, that’s unfair. I’m all naked, why aren’t you?”
He licks his lips and in a swift move, his boxers are gone. And there he was, laying in all his naked glory, his girthy hard shaft standing proud and flushed against his belly. His hands twitch while they remained on his thighs, probably refraining from using them on his cock just yet. Dark eyes set on you, awaiting your next move.
Your hands travel down your soft skin, around the curve of your protruding lower belly, down the sides of your thick legs, into your warm and malleable inner thighs. You huff slightly as your fingers reach your core, delving in between your labia just slightly.
“I’m already so juicy for you, Jimin. I didn’t know I would get this worked up over phone sex” you confess, almost a bit embarrassed by it.
“M-Me too. I didn’t want to tell you, but I was already, hum… hum, leaking and I had to clean myself up before. This… This is really hot, Y/N. It’s making me dizzy.”
You smile at that and your heart expands, while the fire down bellow is fueled by the notion.
“You can touch yourself, Jimin. As if it was me. As if I was there with you right now, taking a hold of your pretty dick and pumping you until you were hot and throbbing, completely hardened in my hands.”
It doesn’t take any further encouragement, Jimin’s hands wrap around himself and you watch in amazement as he moves his hand up and down his stiff member, in a faster pace than you would have probably had, sliding with ease and using his thumb to engage with the red tip every other turn. He has his eyes half-closed as he does so, puffy lips opened, muscles tense and a glint to his skin form the low light around him. It was the most erotic view you had ever seen, Jimin getting himself off at the thought of you, in front of you.
He whispers your name breathless and you moan, your fingers that had been still all this time starting their own work. You imagine his hands on you, much like he was doing. You rub at your moist folds and your body shudders at the jolts of pleasure that curse through you, dragging the tips of your digits up and down the slit until your reach your painfully throbbing clit.
“J-Jimin!” you moan as you start drawing circles around the flesh button, your legs widely spread as you lay with your back to the mattress.
“F-Fuck, Y/N! You look so pretty like that!” he tells you in a high-pitched breath. His hands, from what you can tell through your heavy eyelids, speed up on his shaft. “S-Sink your finger in for me, angel! Let me know how warm and wet you are inside.”
Your fingers brush your clit just once more before going south and easily sliding in to your entrance. You mewl at the feeling, juices gushing around your fingers as you start thrusting them in and out. It takes a lot of will power for you to concentrate and convey with words the feeling to your partner.
“I’m… I’m sizzling and drenched, Jimin. I wish… I wish it was you, love. Ahhh, I wish it was your cock instead” you confess bashfully, your fingers never stopping their work.
You hear him curse under his breath but your blood is starting to rush too rapidly in your veins that it muffles your hearing. You curl your palm so that you can use it to drag against your clit at the same time you sink your fingers, deeper and faster as a ball of pure tension grows and grows down in your belly, about to blow up.
“I’m about to… Y/N, oh, fuck, Y/N let me see it, please, angel” he begs in a cry and you don’t quite get it at first. “Let me see your fingers, please, I’m so close.”
Breathless, you nod and take a hold of the phone with your free hand and, the best you can, angle it so you can still see the screen while he can see your fingers continuously disappearing between your spread legs, into your pink glistening and slick flesh. He groans loudly and you force yourself to keep your eyes open just so you can see the blur that is his hand on his cock, moving so quickly the phone can’t pick it up with definition and it just hazes. His angry red mushroom head is already spewing white cum and you watch as more starts to come out and lands on his ever-moving hand.
Your fingers work to match his impossible pace and you curl them inside just as your walls start fluttering and strings start pulling at the blistering knot inside. The palm of your hands continues rubbing against the engorged pearl of nerves while your fingers curl at that exact spot that has your body jolting and spasming, exactly at the same time Jimin groans and curses your name as thick ropes of white spew out from his throbbing length and land on his abdominal muscles.
You squeal breathless as your hips buck up and the ball of nerves burst inside, spreading rushes of pleasurable relief all across your body, white noise defining your ears, black dotes impairing your vision and your brain melts away in the feeling of being high on dopamine. Your fingers slip out coated in your juices and you struggle to move the phone back to your side, now with only a vision of your face on the camera as you struggle to regain your breathing and coherence.
“That… That was incredible” you hear Jimin say, he too trying to catch his breath.
an: it’s super but I was finally able to write something for the first time in what feels like forever.
Whether he was coming or going I didn’t matter. Your heart fluttered with every single touch. Each kiss hello or kiss goodbye you lived for the small intimate moments between you. You loved him like the moon loved the stars. He’s your everything, he’s been your everything from the moment you met and he always will be.
It’s the middle of the night when your bedroom door slowly opens letting in the dim glow from the kitchen light you left on, by accident. Your eyes slowly open as you look up to see the man that means everything stepping inside.
You don’t say anything as you watch him strip away his clothes, leaving him in just his boxers. Pulling back the covers on his side of the bed he slowly lays down next you.
His beautiful eyes look on yours and a soft smile plays across his lips. Leaning forward he pressed his soft lips to yours. Every single kiss you share leaves you wanting more. His hand lingers on your round face as he says, “I missed you so much.”
“I always miss you,” there’s not a day that goes by that you don’t miss him when he’s away.
Laying down on his back he waste no time pulling your curvy body close to his. Your head rests on his chest as your leg is pulled over his tone stomach. He’s pulled your body so close to his you’re practically laying on top of him. His lips press to the top of your head for a soft kiss. “I miss being able to hold you.” He’s always the neediest when he returns from a mission. You’ll never complain about it though. You love when he’s needy. There’s not a single thing about the man who is holding you that you don’t love.
If BIWOC readers, nonbinary BIPOC readers, plus size readers, and any readers who don’t fit conventional beauty standards could survive years reading fanfiction that only featured white women, y'all can handle reading fanfiction with BIWOC, nonbinary BIPOC, plus sized, etc. leads!
Soulmate AU: Your vision is in black and white until you meet your soulmate. You and your boyfriend, Steve Rogers, aren’t each others soulmates but you love each other. He introduces you to his friends, the Avengers, and a very odd thing happens.
Characters: Steve Rogers x Plus Size Female Reader, Bucky Barnes x Plus Size Female Reader
Note;this is 10,000 words long! Hope you like it!
Warnings; Reader experiences self-consciousness in changing room, talks about self in a negative light, Reader has what resembles a panic attack, mentions of anxiety/stress, angst, swearing
The next morning, Natasha woke you up with coffee at around 10am. “Oh, it’s late,” you realised as you sipped at the coffee as she perched on the edge of your bed. Usually you’d be awake earlier than this but today was different.
“Yeah, I thought I’d let you sleep since you’ve had an emotional couple of days,” Nat said with a shrug, “Plus I heard you having a late night phone call…” She eyed you curiously. You didn’t know why you think you hide these things from her, she was Natasha bloody Romanoff; of course she would find out! She nudged your knee with her elbow, “Who was it?”
“Who do you think it was?”
“Bucky?”
“Steve.”
Her eyebrows rose. She really hadn’t been expecting that answer, “Go on.” You relayed the conversation from last night back to Natasha. If her eyebrows could be raised more, they’d be hitting the ceiling by now, “He wants you to talk to Bucky?!”
“That was my reaction!”
“Wow, he’s either really confident in your relationship or really fucking stupid… Are you gonna call Barnes?”
After thinking about it last night, you decided that you were going to give yourself some breathing room for a couple of days, just to process everything and to breathe. The last four weeks had been extremely intense and my god, all you wanted was to pretend things were normal again, at least for a few hours, “Not right away,” you shook your head, “I just need some time to breathe, Nat, you know?”
Nat knew how overwhelming this situation had been for you and she knew exactly what would help. She grinned behind her mug and you immediately knew that she had a plan, “Finish your coffee and then put a cute outfit on. We’re going shopping.”
“Fury told me to keep a low profile,” you said with a shake of your head.
She rolled her eyes, “So? I’m not scared of him. Hurry up.” She scampered off, probably to get dressed. Honestly a shopping trip with Nat sounded exactly like what you needed right now. Some retail therapy with your best friend sounded perfect so you did exactly as she told you to, you finished your coffee and put on a cute outfit.
Getting past what seemed like a million SHIELD agents was difficult, they asked so many questions and tried to keep sending an agent with you but with Natasha there to bullshit some excuse and to put them in their place, you were granted permission to leave your apartment complex. The fresh air on your face as you left the building gave you new life, it twirled into your hair and breathed cold in your lungs. You ignored Nat’s comment of ‘jeez, it’s like you’ve never been outside before’. It just felt good to be out, to not be reminded of Steve or Bucky every two seconds.
Nat let you pick the music and of course, of course, you had to put on some cheesy songs. The redhead couldn’t help but laugh as the Backstreet Boy’s ‘Everybody’ boomed through the speakers of her car, “Everybody, yeah, rock your body, yeah!” The two of you sang loudly without a care in the world. There’s something special in moments like this; being free with people you love, being free with your favourite people in the world. The two of you sang the whole way to the mall, singing loud and completely out of tune but laughing all the while. You’d probably always remember this moment, as you glanced over at her as she hit a high note, relishing in the way she smiled and the way she laughed. She was incredible.
“Nat,” you said turning the music down all of a sudden as she pulled into a parking space, “Thank you.” You couldn’t really find the words you wanted to say. You’d wanted to tell her so much, express so much gratitude towards her but all you could manage were those two words.
Nat knew. It was the same two words uttered in that very same tone when she thanked Clint for helping her out instead of killing her; it was the words of someone who was stuck being pulled out and helped along by a friend. She smiled, “You can thank me by buying me breakfast.”
The mall was pretty quiet which you appreciated, you couldn’t have coped had it been busy, you preferred it quiet. You let Nat lead you into a shop and immediately, you were just ambushed with colour, “Holy shit,” you whispered. Nat looked at you curiously, “I’ve been so wrapped up in everything that I forgot about colours,” you beamed, “They’re so bright and colourful!” You ran your hand over a rack of brightly coloured t-shirts, “I can’t even tell you what half of these colours even are!”
Natasha laughed at how excited you were getting. She could see you falling back into yourself; turning back into the old you, you from four weeks ago, “Colours are pretty incredible, aren’t they? Now you don’t have to message everyone asking if an outfit goes together!”
You couldn’t help but laugh as you pulled things off the racks and into your arms, “I feel one million times better already.” Nat smiled, “What’s your favourite colour?”
Natasha thought for a moment before answering, “This colour,” she said, pulling out a deep red dress, “Red.” You asked why, “I feel like I love it and hate it. It’s the colour of blood, reminding me of the people I killed, it’s also the colour of love; it reminds me of my mistakes and my weaknesses but reminds me of my heart and my kindness… Also it helps that red looks fucking great on me.”
“True.”
“What’s yours?”
“I like red too,” you said as your hands fell on a long sleeved blue t-shirt that resembled the first colour you saw, “but blue is my favourite.” Deepblue.Bucky’s blue. You didn’t tell her that though, you just left it at ‘blue’.
Nat picked out a couple of items for you, things that you didn’t think would be that flattering on you, but all she had to do was smile at you and you’d cave to her demands. She’d picked out a brown leather skirt for you that clung to your curves and a slightly oversized cardigan to wear with it. You stood in the changing room staring into the mirror, hands on your stomach trying to pull the fat up and out the way, trying to morph your appearance to look like the models… No use. You had a stomach which hung over and protruded. You sighed heavily. Being plus size was something you’d come to terms with, you liked it and you liked your body but there was something about standing in a changing room after thinking an outfit would look different on you and you try it on and you notice your bumps, lumps and rolls and you just feel… disappointed? In your childhood years of growing up plus size and thinking something would fit you different would usually end up with you crying in the changing rooms, something that you refused to do today but it didn’t mean you felt confident in everything you wore. You felt bad for feeling badly about yourself but insecurities crept up on you like that. You liked the outfit that Nat picked but you just wished that you liked it on you.
“You’ve been in there for ages, show me,” Nat said from the other side of the door, breaking you out of your thoughts.
“I…” you faltered, “I’m not going to get this one.”
She could tell that there was a twinge of something different in your voice, “There’s no one else out here, just me and you,” she said quietly, “I bet it’s not even half bad. Show me and maybe we can workshop it.”
Knowing that she wouldn’t give up until you showed her, you opened the changing room door. Nat grinned, “You look amazing!” She saw you roll your eyes and frowned, “I’m being serious. Look at the way it hugs your hips highlighting your waist looking like an hourglass up in here!” You turned back around to look in the mirror when she gasped, “And your ass! Perfection.”
“I hate the way it shows off my stomach,” you frowned, taking a deep breath in and sucking your stomach in, “Just… doesn’t look nice. It’s hard because I try so hard to be kind to myself and to love myself but sometimes… sometimes I just wished I looked like you.” It was true. Self-love was a journey that you’d be on for the rest of your life. There would be times you’d be content with your appearance and other times where you wouldn’t be. It was hard to say the least.
The redhead’s frown deepened, “You know, I have things that I don’t really like about myself all the time too.” Her voice was quieter and you could just tell that was being open and honest, “I used to really hate my scars, sometimes I still do. The shiny smooth ones are fine but some scars are fucking ugly, they stick out and they’re still pink even after years. Sometimes I’m like ‘fuck yeah these tell a story’ and other time I disgust myself… We’re constant works in progress and that’s okay.” You took a few seconds to soak in her words, “Just know that I think you look fucking incredible in this outfit and I know that a certain two other people would absolutely agree with me if they were here.” Would they? You thought to yourself as you looked in the mirror again. She was right, your ass looked great it in and the way it hugged your hips and waist looked great… “Why don’t you get it and try being kinder to yourself? If you really hate it in a week then you can take it back.”
“Okay,” you said with a nod, “I’ll take it and I’ll work on being a bit kinder to myself.” You weren’t 100% in love with it but stepping out of your comfort zone was the only way that you might gain some more confidence.
Nat grinned, pulling you in for a half hug, “You look amazing, you deserve to feel that way… Let’s go check out and then you can buy me breakfast because I am starving.”
Two days had passed since your shopping trip with Nat which meant it was four days since Steve had left your shared apartment. Not much had happened really. You’d been working on self-love and you kept the skirt even though you still weren’t absolutely sure yet. Steve had messaged you yesterday to check on you, the conversation was short and sweet pretty much checking in and that was it. You didn’t need more like the first night, you had accepted the ending of things and had accepted that you both needed some space. For now, that was okay. Having Natasha stay made a huge difference and you truly didn’t think you would’ve gotten through the last few days without her. Natasha had stayed for the last two nights, offering sarcastic advice, hugs and some crappy chick flicks.
You’d been sitting eating breakfast when she got a phone call from Fury to ask for her help on a mission that started immediately. She’d be on the mission with her two favourite guys (as she put it) and she was pretty happy about that, you’d smiled when you saw her face light up. “I love seeing you happy,” you told her as she grabbed her bag to pack it.
She smiled at you but after a second it turned sad, “I miss seeing you happy.”
“Right now,” you said, taking a long sip of coffee, “I’m happy. I have you, coffee and blankets. What more could I possibly need?” Humour could only mask your true feelings for a short breath of laughter before Nat grew serious.
“Are you going to be okay? Do you want me to call Steve or someone?” She frowned, wrinkling her forehead with worry lines.
You swatted the air with your hand, “Stop worrying about me. I’m going to have a day of self-care and I think… I think I might call Bucky.”
She blinked, “There’s a development.”
With a shrug, you said, “I can’t stop thinking about what Steve said. He told me it would be good to call Bucky, to clear the air and to talk about everything.”
“If you do, let me know how it goes.”
“You’ll be the first one to hear about it,” you laughed as she finished packing her things, “I hope your mission goes okay, you better text me in a couple days to let me know you’re all safe.”
“I will, I promise.” Nat wrapped you in a tight hug, unusual for her to be so affectionate but with you it was different, “Whatever happens, I support you and your decisions.” She pulled back, smiling, “I better hear all the details of this phone call and if it leads to anything else…” She waggled her eyebrows with a laugh making you roll your eyes.
“Get outta here, Romanoff. Go make out with your man instead.”
“Oh, my pleasure.” She turned before she left, “If you go out with Barnes, wear that skirt. Trust me.”
You spent the rest of the morning doing what you’d said you’d do (aka self-care) and trying not to think about the other thing you said you’d do (aka calling Bucky). You had showered, washed your hair, done a face mask, dried your hair and even cleaned the kitchen top to bottom. All of this was to avoid calling a certain dark haired super solider. You’d been forcing him out of your thoughts all morning, feeling a pit of guilt in your stomach. You knew that Steve wanted you to do this, you knew that you wanted to do this but still it made you feel terrible.
With a sigh, you decided that it was now or never. You wanted to fix things with Steve so you were going to call Bucky and prove to yourself that there was nothing there, that you wanted Steve more. Once you’d done that, life could return to how it used to be when you lived a life without colour. Tapping your foot nervously, you scrolled through your contacts and pressed on ‘Bucky’, hesitating to lift it to your ear. As it rang, you held your breath, anxiously waiting.
He picked up on the second ring, “(y/n)?” Without even meaning to you visibly relaxed upon hearing his voice, “I didn’t think I’d be hearing from you again.” He couldn’t contain his surprise. After the hospital, he really genuinely believed that he wouldn’t see or hear from you again. Steve had reached out again to apologise and to check up but Bucky didn’t think you’d be calling him. Bucky was used to people just shutting him down so he thought that’s what you were doing and he had made peace with it. So when he saw your name pop up on his phone, he was rather taken back.
“Bucky…” You didn’t know what to say. To be honest, you hadn’t planned out what you were going to say. All you knew was that you were going to phone him but you had no idea what you were actually going to say.
“Everything okay?”
“Yeah… no…” You rubbed your hand against your face in anguish, almost wishing you hadn’t called him.
“Which one is it?” He teased.
You squeezed your eyes shut as you told him, “I ended things with Steve.” He had to know, this was the whole point of this. You had to get to tell Bucky and get to know him more, get your head sorted out.
“Oh.” There was a long pause before he spoke again, you waited with bated breath, “How… How are you?”
“Confused,” you said with a frown, “Really fucking confused.”
“I’m sorry to hear that, (y/n).” He meant it. He really was sorry to hear that you and Steve had broken up. He couldn’t imagine that It would be a particularly nice feeling to go through so he felt for the two of you, “Can I ask what happened?”
“Can you come break me out of Fort Knox and I’ll tell you over a cup of coffee?” What am I doing?! Did I just ask Bucky Barnes to take me on a coffee date?! Your heart hammered in your chest as you waited for his response.
Bucky gave a breath of surprised laughter, “I, uh, sure. Yeah, my pleasure. I’ll be there shortly, okay?”
“Yeah, thanks Buck.” You hung up, smiling despite yourself, “Oh fuck!” You realised, almost dropping your phone, “What do I wear?!”
Rushing to the bedroom to dig through your closet, you tried to ignore the bubble of nerves that was forming in your stomach. This needed to happen; it was the only way forwards so you’d need to get through the uncomfortableness and just talk to the man. Those three weeks with him, you became something more than strangers and that meant something to you so you knew that you could open up and be honest with Bucky. If he didn’t reciprocate or if you didn’t feel it then that would be settled and you could move on. If he did reciprocate and you felt more for him then… you’d cross that bridge if you had to but right now, you focused on just getting through the day. You remembered what Natasha had said and you looked to your bed where the skirt and oversized cardigan were. Closing your eyes, you mentally gave yourself a talking to before putting the skirt and cardigan on. When you looked in the mirror, a part of you wanted to immediately take it off but after having a rather lovely few days with your best friend, you decided to listen to her and ignore yourself. You would wear the skirt and the cardigan and that would be that. You’d put some tights and boots on with it, a jacket and that would be the outfit complete. Natasha had assured you that Bucky (and Steve) would love this outfit, you were interested to see if he did love it as much as she predicted. You’d styled your hair earlier but gave it one last brush through to make sure it was okay and it was then you realised that you weren’t just nervous to see and tell Bucky what you needed to tell him… No, you were nervous for him to see you, for him to tell you his side of things… You were nervous about what he was going to say and how he was going to react.
Before you could really get anxious about what was going to happen, you heard a knock but it wasn’t from your front door. Peering out of your bedroom, you realised that it was coming from the living room window where you could see a metal arm knocking at your window with Bucky crouching and looking in. “Unbelievable,” you whispered as you laughed and shook your head. You rushed over to the window, laughing as you pulled it upwards, “What the hell?”
“You wanted me to rescue you from Fort Knox, aka your apartment complex, and I gotta tell you, I don’t feel like a million agents questioning where we’re going and what we’re gonna do,” Bucky said with a shrug, “so I climbed up your fire escape.”
“You realise that there’s no way I’m getting down there. The bottom floor’s ladder’s been broke for months and it’s a story drop down. No way. We’ll go through the agents.”
Bucky rolled his eyes, “You forgetting that I’m a super solider?”
“So?”
“Soit means I can jump and land without any injury. I’ll carry you, c’mon.” He stuck his arms through the window but you leapt backwards.
“No way!” You swatted his hands away, “Barnes, most people pretend to not notice when I mention it but I’m heavier than your average woman in New York City. I’m not tiny and light, I’m fat and heavy. I’ll go through the agents, you can jump.”
Bucky had to admit, the way you were and how you acted was a breath of fresh air. He stifled a laugh, “I don’t give a damn about your weight, (y/n),” he said, raising an eyebrow, “Finest woman in all of New York. Now will you just let me carry you down? I have super strength but even without it I’d still be able to carry you. Have you seen my muscles?” He flexed though through his leather jacket you couldn’t see his muscles but you could see the bulge in the material. God forgive me.
You were a little taken aback by not only his bantering but what he said about you. Finest woman in all of New York. Was he flirting with you? Didn’t matter if he was because you were notabout to be lifted by him, no way. Bucky frowned, seeing something behind your eyes change, “(y/n)?”
“I… I hate when people lift me. Always makes me terrified they’ll comment on my weight.” Your mind flashed back to when you were younger with a boy you fancied the hell out of and he’d went to give you a piggyback ride when he started making all sorts of comments about how heavy you were and how much you weighed and telling you to go on a diet. It hurt you more than you expected it too and even now, totally comfortable with your size and happy with yourself; it still affected you. When you’re a kid, those things stick and you weren’t sure if they’d ever become unstuck.
Bucky’s face softened, “You can go that way if you want but I promise you, I’m not going to drop you. I promise I can take your weight, it’s nothing to me, I assure you. I promise I also won’t comment on your weight or anything like that. We’ll jump down, I’ll let you go and I’ll drive us some place.” After a moment’s consideration, you nodded, “Yeah?” Bucky asked, a smile slowly forming on his lips, “You trust me?” Again, you nodded.
Carefully, he helped you climb out of the window and cleared his throat as you stood in front of him, “How do you want to do this? Piggyback or..?” He reached his arms out, suggesting that he just pick you up. You shrugged and Bucky took this as a sign to just go for it. In one swift, smooth motion, he’d crouched, put his hand under your knees and the other on your back and easily swept you off of your feet.
Shocked, you let out a string of curse words, grabbing onto him tightly and hiding your face in his chest, “You need to warn me first!” You exclaimed, voice muffled by his chest.
Bucky laughed, shaking your head against him, “That was much more fun. Let’s go.” You held on tight and Bucky gave you one last gentle reminder, “I’ve got you, you’re okay.” You appreciated that he had been so gentle with you, easing you into it but not forceful in the slightest. You were also impressed with how easily he could pick you up. You took a long breath, secretly enjoying the smell of his cologne and the feeling of his toned chest pressed against your face. You’d almost forgotten about what was about to happen until you felt the wind flying through your hair and your stomach dropped at the sensation of you falling. Without realising, you let out a high pitched yelp, gripping onto him tighter and within a second, you felt the impact of him landing on solid ground.
“See?” He said, “Not so bad!”
Slowly, you released your grip on his shoulder, looking up at him and shaking your head, “Never again.” He had to admit, he enjoyed holding you like this. He enjoyed the closeness of the two of you, enjoyed the way you hid in his chest, the way as he jumped he got a whiff of your perfume, hints of fruits and florals was a smell that almost intoxicated him. The way you looked up at him was something that made him smile.
You realised that the pair of you were just staring up at each other not saying anything and not doing anything. You cleared your throat, feeling your cheeks burn in embarrassment, and Bucky nodded curtly before bending and putting you back on your feet. “Over here,” he said gruffly as he led you to his car.
It was awkward as he drove. As you glanced over at him you couldn’t help but be taken back to around four weeks ago when he was taking you away from your picture perfect life and driving into the unknown. So much had changed in that short space of time. Your hands fidgeted with the sleeves of your cardigan, Bucky noticed and shifted in his seat, “Anywhere you wanna go in particular?” He asked after a few minutes, “Or do you just want me to pick?”
“Wherever,” you said with a small smile, “you pick.”
Once again silence fell. Closing your eyes, you leant your head against the headrest and just let yourself get lost in your thoughts for a bit. Your thoughts kept bouncing back to the words he’d said, ‘Finest woman in all of New York’, you wondered if he meant it. Bucky glanced over at you and he instantly knew that you were deep in thought. Bucky observed a lot more than he said usually. He knew that you were thinking by the way your brow furrowed and you gnawed at your bottom lip, a habit he saw you do when living in the safe house. He turned his attention back onto the road.
“Did you mean it?” You blurted out, catching him by surprise, “What you said?”
“Uh, what did I say? Jog an old man’s memory.”
“When I was talking about my weight and you said, ‘finest woman in all of New York’, was that about me? Did you mean that?”
It took everything in Bucky to hide his smile and to focus on staring ahead at the road. Inside, he was throwing a party in his head. Something he’d said stuck with you, it struck a chord with you, it had you thinkingabouthim. Bucky loved to know that you were stuck in thought, mulling over his words from ten minutes ago. He loved that you were thinking about him. He’d stopped denying his feelings for you to himself, there was no point in hiding them anyway since the whole world could practically tell just by looking at him when he was near you. He knew that what he felt for you ran deep and true. He wasn’t sure if you had feelings for him but hearing you ask him if a compliment he paid you ten minutes prior was truthful, it sparked some hope in Bucky’s heart that maybe you thought about him just as much as he thought about you.
He nodded, glancing over at you to find that you looked absolutely mortified as you waited for his answer. You were scared of what he would say, if he didn’t mean it then you’d feel like an absolute idiot for doing this, “Yeah,” he said, eyes scanning over you as his tongue darted out of his mouth to lick his lower lip, “and I meant it. Hell, I’d go so far to say you’re the finest woman in the world.” He turned back to the road but his attention was on you. He watched you from the corner of his eye, watched as your jaw dropped open, watched as your cheeks tinged pink and the way your eyes widened. Hope had never burned like this inside of him.
“Okay,” you murmured quietly, “good.”
He wasn’t finished, “And don’t get me started on your outfit,” he said with a slight chuckle, “It suits you so well, hugs you in all the right places… You look gorgeous, doll.”
Fuck.Fuck.
You couldn’t hide the smile that tugged your lips upwards and you could barely control your racing heart. Bucky could practically feel the heat radiating from your cheeks, he smiled, “I… Thank you,” you said quietly, unsure of what to say or how to react; all you could do was smile like a lovesick schoolgirl.
Once again, silence encapsulated the two of you but it’s not awkward or uncomfortable, it’s pleasant which is a weird change of pace but not a bad change. It’s not long before Bucky’s parking the car and you both climb out. You know that you’re downtown but you’re not exactly sure where you are. As you get of the car, Bucky appears in front of you, “We can grab some coffee and walk around?” He suggests, “I know some nice places we can walk through.”
Bucky leads you through the car park and after a few minutes of walking, you come across a street vendor, “Ah! Bucky!” The vendor, a middle aged Italian man, grins, clapping Bucky on the shoulder, “Usual?”
“Make it two, Antonio, thanks.” Bucky turns to you, “Best coffee in New York City right here.”
“Who is this?” The man called ‘Antonio’ asks with a knowing smile as he prepares the coffee.
Bucky rolls his eyes, “This is my friend. (y/n).”
“Friend, hm,” Antonio smirks, “Pleasure to meet you, (y/n).”
“You too,” you say with a small smile, feeling a little awkward.
It doesn’t take long before Antonio is handing you and Bucky a coffee, “Try it,” he encourages. Bucky laughs at him, murmuring an apology for his intense Italian coffee vendor friend.
You take a sip and immediately take another, “This is so good!” You gape, “It’s so rich and creamy and I need more.” You take another long drag.
Antonio smiles, satisfied with your answer, “She’s a keeper, Bucky,” he teases, “See? I have the best coffee in New York. You’re always welcome to come back for more! This man does.” He gestures to Bucky who hands him ten bucks and tells him to keep the change, “Don’t be strangers!”
“This really is so good,” you say as you and Bucky walk away from the vendor, “How’d you find out about it?”
Bucky takes a sip of his coffee before answering, “I asked him for directions and he enticed me with his world class coffee. I go there most days to get more coffee from him actually.” You walk together and your hyper aware that your elbow keeps bumping into his. Even though the two of you have jackets on, knowing that no skin is touching, it sends your mind and heart into a frenzy. Holy shit, what is going on with me?! Calm down, (y/n)! Bucky notices it too. He notices that your elbows keep bumping with every four to six steps, he even counted the steps. He breathes deeply through his nose knowing that he’s doomed; he’s too far gone and he knows it. All he can do is hope that you’re right there with him.
“Back in the 30s this was just a flat bit of land,” he says after a few minutes gesturing over to an area which is now home to skyscrapers, “The fair used to come to town every summer. I remember going on the Ferris Wheel with Steve,” the mention of his name doesn’t send a zap of guilt through you, it’s nice actually, nice to know that you can mention him. It’s not like He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, it’s comfortable knowing you can talk about your now ex-boyfriend without it being too weird, “he was so skinny I thought he was gonna just slip right out from under the metal bar. He was having a great time.”
“But you weren’t?”
He grimaced, “Was sick as soon as I got off it. I dunno, heights have never been my thing.” He pushes the memories of falling off of the train away, he doesn’t need to talk about that today. He’s alive and he’s here with you not in an awful memory.
“Must be pretty weird seeing the city change so much, remembering how it was to looking at how it is now.” You’d had a similar conversation with Steve about a week into your relationship. Steve missed how it was, he always did.
“Eh, it’s not so bad anymore,” he shrugged, “It’s a reminder to me that change is necessary.” Steve spoke about the past like it was an old friend. Bucky spoke about the past like it was a stranger, like it was something he was trying to outrun, “I don’t like to dwell on the past too much, only the good stuff.” You completely understand. From what you’ve heard from Steve about Bucky’s Winter Solider days, it sounded completely horrific and you understood completely why he’d want to run from the past. He was always trying to outrun his past in a society that constantly reminded him of his past.
It’s not long before the two of you walk through a public park and find a bench to sit on. It reminds you of a couple of weeks ago, sitting on the bench at the duck pond. Bucky thinks the same, “A lot’s happened in four weeks, huh?” He asks quietly.
You scoff, “You can say that again.” You pause before continuing, “I wouldn’t say it’s all been bad though. I mean getting kidnapped and having to move to a different country with a stranger and then having to nearly kill a guy was pretty rough…” The two of you let out a quiet laugh over your shared trauma, “but yeah…” your knees graze against each other’s, “it wasn’t all bad.”
Bucky’s eyes are staring at you so intensely and you feel your breath catching in your throat. There’s your secret favourite colour, the first colour you ever saw, Bucky Barnes’s eyes. You want to kiss him, you want him to kiss you but not here. He wants to kiss you, god the pull is so fucking strong and he doesn’t know if he can restrain himself this time. That is until you announce, “I want to go.” What the fuck, (y/n)? Your announcement shocks the pair of you. You close your eyes and shake your head as Bucky immediately recoils, peeling away from you, “I-I… I need to talk to you but not here.” You look around and then back to him, “I want to keep hanging out though I didn’t mean that-”
He cuts over your nervous rambling, “Where do you want to go? Back to your apartment?”
Quickly, you shake your head, “No, it’s…” Full of memories with Steve, “got a million SHIELD agents surrounding it and I’d rather not.” Half-truth, “Can we go to yours?”
Bucky feels a bubble of what feels like nervousness build in his stomach but he’s always been good at repressing shit so he pushes it down, stamps on it mentally until he can’t feel it anymore. He nods, “Sure, let’s go.” He’s colder, not icy but just a little colder. You’d offended him, you realise, as you walk back to his car, dumping your empty coffee cup in a trash can. Well, shit.
The drive to his apartment is silent and you’re mentally scolding yourself for how you’d reacted. You’d panicked and it was the first thing out of your mouth, it came out before you could think about it. You hoped that you could explain yourself back at Bucky’s apartment. Bucky’s not mad at you, hell he’s not even offended, but that bubble of nerves that he tried to stamp away is back and it’s bigger and it’s growing.
Truth is that Bucky’s terrified. No one, not even Steve, had been inside Bucky’s apartment. When Steve came over the other day, Bucky kept him at the front door before moving to the bar across the street. No one had been in Bucky’s apartment and it terrified him that you were about to see it. Showing you his apartment made Bucky feel vulnerable, made him feel weak and he didn’t like that. He wasn’t used to feeling vulnerable, it was an unnatural feeling that he hadn’t felt in decades… Though, he realises, if he was going to feel vulnerable with anyone it would be with you.
The drive back doesn’t take long and before you know it, he’s pulled into the apartment carpark. Quietly, you take a long breath, trying to calm down your racing heartbeat. You’re only going to his apartment to tell him why you and Steve broke up, it’s not like anything is going to happen… You’re nervous but you’re hopeful that once you’re in Bucky’s apartment your nerves will die down.
Neither of you speak as you leave the car and head into the apartment complex. He leads you to the elevator and your foot taps impatiently as you ride up to his apartment floor (he lives on the fifth floor you learn). Bucky’s too busy dealing with his own nerves to realise that you’re shit scared as well. The elevator dings and the doors slide open and Bucky takes a breath, “Let’s go.” It’s the first two words uttered in twenty minutes and you barely notice.
You follow him along the hallway until he stops outside of a door with the number 532 on it. He takes his keys out of his pockets and unlocks the door. He opens it and holds it open for you to go in first. Once you’re in, he shuts the door behind you, twisting the lock, and flicks on the light switch. His shoulders are tense as he looks to you for your reaction.
Bucky’s apartment is… bare. His kitchen is at the front and beyond that is his living room which has a small sofa, one dining chair and a small side table – you take a few steps into the living room, eyes falling to one item in particular, “You kept the blanket.” Your voice is a mere whisper. On the floor to the left of the couch is a makeshift bed much like the one you’d seen Bucky sleep in during your time in Estonia. You glance at him, almost teary eyed, “You kept the blanket,” you repeat, voice a little louder so that he can hear you.
He frowns, crinkling his forehead, as he tries to figure out your reaction and how you feel. You’re in awe, staring at him in complete awe and he’s not used to it; he’s never had someone look at him like that, “Yeah,” he nods, voice quiet, “It reminds me of you. Helps bring me back down after a nightmare.” The atmosphere shifts.
Oh, Bucky.
You didn’t say anything, you didn’t really know how to respond so instead you sat on the couch. Bucky shrugged off his leather jacket exposing his arms to you, one normal and one metal. He was fucking buff.You couldn’t help but notice the way his chest flexed as he draped his jacket over the singular dining chair. The way he looked at you, so expectedly and waiting for you to tell him what you needed to tell him, stressed you out. Fidgeting with your fingers, your heart beats hard inside your ribcage. How were you supposed to start this conversation? Your mind was racing with one hundred different thoughts. What am I supposed to say? What if he reacts badly? Instead of just starting at the beginning, your anxiety got the best of you and you blurted out, “Why don’t you sleep in the bedroom?”
Bucky knew that you were nervous, he was nervous too but he could sense your uneasiness, your inability to communicate your thoughts effectively; he could read you pretty easy and this whole blurting out things abruptly was just your nerves. He raised his eyebrows as he fought the urge to laugh at the abruptness. You wanted the ground to swallow you whole. He cleared his throat, “I, uh, you can go into the bedroom, it’s got a wardrobe and a mattress on the floor. I tried sleeping on the mattress a few times but being in there, being away from the front door… I get paranoid that someone’s going to barge into my apartment. If I’m sleeping here, on the floor in the living room, I mean it’s not a pretty set up but if anything was to happen, I’m right here.” You understood. That first night back in yours and Steve’s apartment was tense, you’d had your eyes on the bedroom door almost the whole time. You understood why he’d set his apartment up this way.
“Sorry I didn’t mean to…”
“Word vomit,” Bucky mused, a hint of a smile on his lips.
“Yeah,” you said with a small laugh, “exactly.”
“Since you asked a question, I get to ask one now,” he said as he leaned forward with his elbows on his knees, “What happened between you and Steve?”
Even though you knew exactly what he was going to ask and yet it still feel like he’d knocked the wind right out of your sails. You decided to just be honest with him, the truth would come out eventually and although in the moment you were terrified to tell him, you knew it was better to be honest, “After the meeting with Fury after hearing and seeing the way Steve reacted to you and how explosive he got… Steve’s just not like that, you know better than anyone that Steve is usually so calm and collected about everything and seeing that… It scared me.”
“He scared you?” Bucky asked with a frown.
“I mean… yeah? Not him, I knew he wasn’t going to hurt me but I thought that he was going to hurt you.” Bucky had to admit that hearing you say that you were worried about him, it was pretty damn sweet, “I…” You took a breath as you tried to control your racing heart, “Even though I know that you and Steve are fine, I know that he apologised and your friendship is okay now but it… He was annoyed at you over me, you both fought because of me and I couldn’t- I can’t risk breaking up your friendship.”
Bucky shook his head quickly, “What happened with me and Steve it was nothing. I don’t think anything could split us up.”
“I just couldn’t but… it wasn’t the only reason I ended things with him.” Bucky’s eyebrows raised ever so slightly as he waited for you to continue. He felt that unfamiliar feeling of hope in his stomach as you spoke, “Before we met, I was so happy with my life with Steve. I could easily see myself marrying him and spending the rest of my life with him, you know?” Bucky nodded. It hurt him to hear you say that but he understood, he knew how serious yours and Steve’s relationship was.
“Has that changed?”
“… Yeah, it has.” You shifted in your seat finding it too difficult to look Bucky in the eye so instead you focused your attention to your fidgeting hands, “We got closer in Estonia, didn’t we?” Closer meaning that I fell in love with you…
“Yeah, you could say that.”
“And there’s no point in denying it since we can now see colour. We’re soulmates, Bucky, and that means something.” He licked his lips, watching your every move. He drank in the way you looked right now, speaking from the heart though absolutely terrified, he loved the honesty that poured out of yourself right now, “I can’t speak for you, I don’t know how you feel but… ugh.” You rubbed your face annoyed that you couldn’t find the right words, “Let me start again. Before we left for Estonia, Steve gave me a letter.”
You were too busy trying to explain the situation to Bucky that you never realised his expression changing. A look of shock and realisation transformed Bucky’s face, raising his eyebrows and parting his lips ever so slightly, “A letter?” He asked. You nodded, “What was the letter about?” He knew. He knew but he needed you to say it. He hadn’t realised at the time that the letter is what you carried out to the car after HYDRA broke into the safe house, he hadn’t realised it was a letter from Steve.
“Steve had told me to only open the letter if…” You felt sick. You couldn’t say it, the words just wouldn’t come out of your mouth.
It was your turn to be shocked when Bucky took his wallet out of his pocket and pulled out a creased and crumpled envelope, “He told you to open the letter if you developed feelings… for me.” Raising your head, you finally looked at him. What the fuck? You noticed the letter in his hand and he continued, “Yeah, Steve gave me one too. He told me to open it if I… if I developed feelings for you.”
You stared at the letter in his hands, trying to figure out this curveball, and then you realised something else. The letter, albeit crumpled and creased having being folded and crushed inside his wallet, was torn open at the top, “It’s-It’s open.”What does that mean? You knew what that meant but honestly, you didn’t believe it. Steve hadn’t told you that he’d also written a letter for Bucky. You wondered what his letter said, what things Steve would talk about in Bucky’s letter.
Bucky looked at it, remembering exactly when he opened it and remembering the relief and comfort those words held for him, “Yeah, it’s open… What about yours?” Part of him doesn’t want to know in fear of rejection but when you nod and tell him that you opened your letter as well, the relief that floods through him is insane. The hope that he’s been trying to ignore all day burns bright and makes him shift in his seat. What did it all mean now? It was pretty clear and yet neither of you could fully comprehend it. You’d both just told the other that you had feelings for them, though never using those words but you’d both just admitted it and now… now you had no clue what to do.
You felt sick. The stress and the nerves of it all was just too much for you. You took a long breath to try and calm yourself down. It was Bucky who spoke next, “So… you ended things with Steve because of the fight me and him had and because…”
“Because I have feelings for you.” There it was. The admission made you stand up and run your hands over your face, “Wow, it’s hot in here.” You felt as though the air was sucked out of the room, like the panic you’d felt all day was consuming you and taking over your entire body and being. As your breathing increased, Bucky could tell that he had to do something, he had to calm you down before you had some sort of attack. As you flapped your hands in a motion to cool down, Bucky stood and walked to you.
“Hey,” he said softly catching your wrist gently, “you’re okay, just breathe… You’re going to be okay, (y/n).” His hold on your wrist moved down until he was holding your hand, giving you a reassuring squeeze. You stared at it, finding that it provided enough of a distraction to focus on him, “Copy my breathing,” he said, purposefully breathing deeper for you to copy him.
“I-I can’t…” The panic surged, filling you to the brim with dread and anxiety.
“Yes, you can,” Bucky said, voice strong, “You’ve done it before, you can do it now. Focus on me, focus on my voice and my breathing. You’re safe here, (y/n), you’re safe with me.” Bucky lifted your free hand and put it on his chest, “Feel me, feel my breathing.” This had been the second time this scenario had happened and each time, Bucky’s composure remained strong and comforting. He never buckled under the stress or never made you feel like you were alone. He was there with you, in it with you just as much as you were in it. Focusing on the way his chest moved slowly, you tried your hardest to do the same. After a few deep breaths, the panic began to clear and everything began to slow. He continued to give you soft reassurance until it was five minutes later and you were completely calm.
You really didn’t know where to go from here. The two of you were still standing in the middle of his apartment, one hand holding his and one hand on his chest, “Are you alright?” He asked quietly.
“Yeah,” you whispered, “just… It’s just a lot of emotions… Thank you.” Part of you wanted to pull away but there was a burning desire deep within you now that you’d finally accepted the truth.
The room shifted again as Bucky realised that you hadn’t pulled away. Now or never, he thought to himself, “I ignored my feelings for you for a while before I accepted them. It was the night that I read The Hobbit to you and you fell asleep, snoring and drooling in my bed, that I really admitted to myself that I didn’t just have feelings for you but… (y/n),” he used his thumb to tilt your head upwards so that you were looking into those ridiculously blue eyes, “I’m in love with you.” In that moment, all of the fear, the worry, the panic, the anxiety, the stress and the overwhelming emotions faded. Everything negative faded and all you could do was stare up at him and stare into those deep blue eyes. Bucky moved forwards, closing the gap between the two of you, pressing against your body. This was it. The way he looked at you made your stomach flip with excitement. Your hand that was on his chest moved round to hold his bicep as your eyes moved from his eyes to his lips. The desire to kiss him was stronger than anything you’d ever felt. Every single nerve in your body, every atom and every single part of you could feel the pull, could feel that soulmate pull that everyone always told you about.
Bucky’s touch was light and delicate on your cheek. He hadn’t touched a person in this way in decades, hadn’t felt the gentle touch of someone else in decades and it took everything in him to have some self-control and to not lose control here and now, “Can I… kiss you?” He breathed out as he cupped your cheek with so much care. He couldn’t take his eyes away from your lips. His thumb reached over, touching your lips, gently parting them before he raised his eyes to meet yours. You couldn’t speak, the words just weren’t coming, so all you did was nod and slowly, so painfully slowly, Bucky began to lean down towards your lips.
It was then that your phone, which was in your jacket pocket, began to ring loudly. Immediately, you and Bucky jumped apart getting a fright from the harshness of the ringtone. With your cheeks feeling like they were on fire, you turned away from Bucky and took out your phone seeing the one name you dreaded seeing ‘Incoming call from: Steve’. Pressing the green button, you held the phone up to your ear, “Steve,” you said trying to pretend to be happy despite the guilt and the shame felt like it was eating you alive, “Everything okay?” At the mention of Steve’s name, Bucky let out a long sigh, rubbing a hand over his face and through your hair. So close.
“Yeah,” Steve said from the other end of the phone, “I just got a phone call from Agent Hill, she said that some SHIELD agents went up to the apartment to check on you but got no answer so they went in to check you were okay but you’re not there. They said that you hadn’t passed them so before they started a man-hunt, I suggested calling you to check. Where are you?”
“I…” You didn’t want to lie but at the same time you didn’t want to tell Steve the truth. You didn’t want to hurt him but you and Steve had came to a conclusion to be honest and truthful with each other so even with the risk of hurting him you decided that the truth would be better, “I’m okay. Nat left this morning and I needed out of the apartment so I called Bucky.” You glanced over your shoulder to see Bucky watching you, you shared an awkward small smile.
“Oh.” It didn’t hurt Steve as much as he thought it would, he had been preparing himself for this since telling you to reach out to Bucky, “How’d you get out of the apartment though?”
“He… We jumped.”
“You jumped?” Steve asked astounded, “Wow okay. I’m sorry for interrupting, I just needed to check before they sent a search party around New York. Where are you just now?”
You closed your eyes, “At Bucky’s apartment but, uh, I should probably be leaving soon.” You were glad that he couldn’t see you and that you had your back to him. Bucky audibly sighed and you felt like curling into a ball and hiding forever. You didn’t really want to leave, you had wanted Bucky so strongly and so completely but after talking to Steve, you didn’t really feel comfortable with staying at Bucky’s any longer. Bucky felt like the hope he’d had earlier, the hope that burned so big and so bright had been crushed and stamped on until there was nothing left of it. He wanted to tell you to stay, wanted to hang up the phone and kiss you. Deep down he felt that if you kissed him, you’d realise how deep and true your feelings were but he couldn’t. He couldn’t force you to stay, couldn’t force you to get over Steve and pick him, he had to let you make your own decision so he just let it be.
“You need me to get an agent to pick you up or will Bucky drive you home?” Steve asked. You knew that if you asked Bucky to drive you home of course he’d say yes but right now, you didn’t know how comfortable that car ride would be so you accepted Steve’s offer of asking sending an agent to pick you up. Bucky pinched the bridge of his nose, everything was falling apart; all of his hopes were being washed away and replaced by disappointment.
Steve told you that he’d get an agent to come over and that they’d be there shortly before you both hung up. Slowly, god so painfully slowly, you turned to face Bucky, “That was Steve,” you said even though Bucky knew that, “Apparently SHIELD were about to send out a search party all for me… Steve’s going to send an agent to pick me up.”
Bucky nodded, “I would’ve driven you home.”
“I know, I just…” You trailed off unsure of what to say next, “I should probably wait downstairs for him.”
“Hey,” Bucky said softly, catching your wrist again. He didn’t want you to go but he knew why you were leaving so he thought he would try to salvage some sort of moment. You didn’t know why but tears filled your eyes as you turned to face him. Your mind was racing and you just didn’t know what to do. You had almost kissed Bucky, you’d been so close and you’d completely forgotten about Steve and then… you remembered and the guilt was ten times worse than it ever had been, “Hey,” Bucky whispers as he tries to wrap you in a hug, “What’s going on?”
Shrugging out of his gentle grip, you shake your head quickly, “I… I- We can’t do this, Bucky.”
“What are you talking about?”
“It’s too complicated,” you whimpered as tears dribbled down your cheeks, “It’s all just too much.”
“Oh.” Once again, you couldn’t look at him. If you looked at him you’d end up staying and right now, you didn’t know what you wanted or what to do. All you knew is that you needed to go back to your apartment and just be away from Steve and Bucky, “Why are you doing this?” Bucky asked and it completely broke your heart, “We were finally getting somewhere.”
“I’m just…” You didn’t know how to answer his question, you didn’t know how to deal with his emotions, “We just can’t do this, Bucky.”
“No, no, not we,” you could tell by his slightly bitter tone that he was angry. Rightfully so, you’d wasted his time, you’d led him on today for no good reason, “You can’t do this.” He was right, it wasn’t Bucky’s fault that you couldn’t do this, it was your own fault. You were the one pulling the plug on this relationship before it even started.
“Yeah you’re right,” you sniffed, “I can’t do this.”
Bucky scoffed and rolled his eyes, “Run back to him,” he said with venom dripping from his voice, “Run back to Steve.”
“I-I’m not going back to Steve. I just… I just can’t do this.”
“Yeah, whatever.” Bucky’s demeanour had changed completely. He was good at shutting off emotionally, turning cold and distant when things were going poorly and that’s exactly what was happening here. He couldn’t show you his true feelings, he was too proud of beg you to stay, so he shut you out. He would rather you hated him than he show you himself being vulnerable again after having you reject him. Your phone chimed, signalling that you’d received a text, “That’ll be your ride.”
“Bucky, I’m really sorry…” You opened the door, refusing to look at him.
“Yeah, whatever,” he repeated. There was nothing else you could say so you stepped out and let the door swing shut behind you. As you walked down the hall, you could only stay strong until you got into the elevator before you broke down, sobbing into your hands. You’d fucked everything up. Waves of guilt washed over you; guilt over Steve, guilt over Bucky… It was horrible. You managed to pull yourself together a little bit before getting in the agent’s car.
Bucky ran his hands through his hand letting out an annoyed yell before slamming his hands onto the kitchen counter. He was angry. God, he was so angry. He hated that he’d almost had you, you were right there and then as soon as Steve called… you were gone. It was ironic. In the 30s, Bucky was always first and then Steve was second best but now? Now it felt like he was second best and he hated it. Bucky wanted you, he wanted to be with you and he had been so close and then you pulled away from him and there was nothing he could do. He couldn’t do anything but watch as you pulled away and back into the arms of Steve. He’d confessed his true feelings for you, he’d told you how deeply he felt about you and you’d been so close to doing the same.
With a long sigh, Bucky thought that maybe New York wasn’t the place for him any longer… maybe leaving Wakanda was a bad choice. If he’d stayed, he wouldn’t have met you but he wouldn’t have caused all of this drama and you and Steve would be happy. He didn’t like seeing you so stressed, anxious and confused with the whole situation so maybe it would be better if Bucky decided for you. Maybe it would be better if he took himself out of the equation completely. Maybe it was time for him to leave.
Soulmate AU: Your vision is in black and white until you meet your soulmate. You and your boyfriend, Steve Rogers, aren’t each others soulmates but you love each other. He introduces you to his friends, the Avengers, and a very odd thing happens.
Characters: Steve Rogers x Plus Size Female Reader, Bucky Barnes x Plus Size Female Reader
Note;so sorry for the delay! I’m back and I hope you like it!
You hated goodbyes. You hated the whole not knowing when things would be back to normal. You hated this whole ‘unsure’ atmosphere. Goodbyes were sad and lonely and they were entirely unpleasant and yet, you were willingly putting yourself through one right now. Sure, it wasn’t an absolute ending but it was almost as awful as the real thing. In fact, maybe it was even worse than the real thing. This ending was completely your doing, you decided it had to be done in order to clear your own head and to save Bucky and Steve’s friendship. It killed you inside to do it but it had to be done. It had been your decision, you ended things with Steve (well not completely ended things but still) and you were the one willingly cutting things off for the good of the two of you. You had to. You couldn’t let this carry on any longer.
Love was an awful thing. It was beautiful and good and terrible and wretched all at the same time and right now, you couldn’t continue to put yourself, Steve or Bucky through this. It was destroying their friendship and it was destroying you. What kind of person would you be had you willingly continued on with yours and Steve’s relationship whilst knowing what it was doing to Steve and Bucky’s? You just couldn’t. As much as you loved Steve, you simply couldn’t. You mentally cursed yourself for being empathetic to other people and their relationships. Even despite the fact that Steve had told you that he and Bucky had patched things up when you’d been in the toilet at the SHIELD compound but that didn’t really change much on your end. They solved one fight but what if they had a worse one, what if they had one that they couldn’t fix? You couldn’t risk that. It just wasn’t fair so… you told Steve that the two of you needed to take a break from your relationship.
Steve was pretty broken up about it, as one would be naturally, but he was being strong for you; he knew that this was the right thing to do. He understood why you had to do this and to be honest, he somewhat agreed. No, he didn’t want to break up with you but he figured that you’d been through so much in such a short space of time and you needed to figure your head and heart out. You needed time to heal and process the trauma of the last few weeks. A part of him, a selfish part of him, wished that he could make you forget about Bucky but the rational side of him knew that even he had a soulmate that wasn’t you. Peggy had died a few years prior and Steve’s version of her was way back in the 30s but still, he loved her and he couldn’t stop that. He would always love Peggy but at the same time, he would always love you. You weren’t his ‘soulmate’ through the world’s eyes but in Steve’s eyes, you absolutely were. How lucky he was to have loved and had two soulmates in his lifetime. It hurt Steve but he understood so he didn’t put up a fight but instead he just understood that this is what you had to do.
After speaking about things and coming to decision to temporarily end things, Steve decided that he’d leave the apartment for a while to give you your well needed space and time to think things through. Steve couldn’t have you alone in the apartment, even though it was protected, so he called Natasha and asked her to stay for a night or two. You were glad that Steve had asked Nat, you needed to talk to her, needed to vent and hear her thoughts on things.
Nat arrived around thirty minutes later carrying a pizza and a duffel bag. She and Steve spoke for a few minutes at the door before she came inside and told you that she was going to go to the bathroom which gave you and Steve the chance to say your goodbyes. Almost instantly, your eyes welled with tears as you realised that this was it. God, it really felt like a proper break-up, “You know, this was your apartment first, Steve, I can go stay with a friend instead-”
Steve shook his head as he placed his bag down by the door, “Don’t be silly, this is your home too. I’d rather you be here where I know that you’re surrounded by SHIELD agents and with Nat here, I trust that you’ll be safe.”
There was a lapse in the conversation, that kind of awkward ‘I don’t know what to say next’ sort of vibe. Steve looked at you with a soft smile, “Hey,” he said quietly, reaching out for you, “It’s okay. It’s going to be okay.”
You moved into his touch allowing him to caress your cheek with his fingers gentle on your skin, as you nodded slightly, “Yeah… I just need time to figure everything out.”
“I know and I understand,” he whispered, “I don’t blame you, sweetheart.”
“Steve,” you said, “what if… what if we don’t…” You couldn’t finish the question. You couldn’t ask him ‘what if we don’t get back together’, you simply couldn’t.
Steve shook his head, “No, no, no, what we aren’t going to do is torture ourselves with ‘what ifs’. Instead, you’re going to focus on you healing and processing everything and I’m going to focus on Hydra and making peace with Buck… Come here.”
He opened his arms and you eagerly wrapped yourself up in them, relishing in his warmth and the way he smelled. You didn’t know when you’d next experience a hug like this so for now, you would enjoy every second of it. You stayed like that for a few moments, just enjoying each other, before you heard the lock of the bathroom click and the door open. Steve pulled away first, “I guess that’s my queue to go,” he said, pressing a kiss to your forehead, “If you need me, call me.”
“Where will you go?” You asked as he grabbed his bag.
“I’ll be at Sam’s, I won’t be far.”
He thanked Nat before turning and opening the door, “Steve?” You asked, making him pause, “I love you.”
He smiled as he turned slightly to face you, “I love you, too, (y/n).” With that, he left leaving you and Nat alone in the house.
Nat, sensing that you could potentially break down here, swooped in and opened up the pizza, “Let’s eat, then we’ll talk.”
As the pizza box lay almost with just a couple of slices left, Natasha was telling you about her and Bruce’s blossoming relationship, “He finally let up and gave into me-”
“Who could deny you and your charm, Ms. Romanoff?”
Nat smirked, “Exactly. He told me that he was scared, he still doesn’t fully trust himself but we’re getting there slowly. After our first date, we went on another and another and then he asked me to be his girlfriend. We finally made it official!” The smile on her face made you smile. You were happy for her truly. Nat had waited a long time to find happiness, you knew that, so you were glad that she finally had it in her grasp.
It was then her attention focused on you, “So what’s going on with you and Steve? And Barnes actually?”
You knew that it was coming but it felt like a swift kick to the stomach when she asked you. You let out a long breath, “I have no idea, Nat.”
“Start from the day you left with Barnes.”
So you did. You ran through the events that transpired, a shorter more concise version, as Natasha listened intently. Her face gave nothing away as you spoke, you didn’t know if she was judging you for developing feelings for Bucky or if she approved; you had no idea. It was only when you’d finished retelling her the events of the last few weeks that she frowned, “Do you love him?”
Assuming that she was talking about Bucky, you shook your head, “I have no idea. I know that I have feelings for Bucky but I don’t know if it’s love… It’s intense and real but I- I don’t know.”
“I never specified a person. I asked do you love him, it was you who filled in the ‘him’ part. Judging by the fact you picked Bucky, I’d say that yeah, you do love him.” Her tactic caught you off guard, making you second guess everything. She smirked, “Do you love Steve?”
“Yes. Absolutely.”
“Do you love Bucky?”
“I-I-”
“No, stop thinking. You think things through and you can talk yourself out of everything, (y/n).” Natasha rolled her eyes, she knew you too well. You could talk yourself into or out of anything if you gave it enough thought. “Yes or no, do you love Bucky?”
You closed your eyes and listened to the pounding of your heart. You thought back to the getting to know him over the last few weeks. You thought of the way he listened to you as you spoke, the way he didn’t say much and yet said everything, the way he read to you, the way he protected you, the way he held you as you cried, the way he looked at you… “Yes,” it was barely more than a whisper but there it was; the truth. Nat sat back, satisfied that she’d made you admit the truth to yourself, “Oh, Nat,” you whimpered as your eyes filled with tears, “What am I doing?”
Nat gave you a sympathetic smile, “Right now, you did the right thing ending things with Steve. It was good of you to recognise that you need to figure out what you want-”
“I don’t know what I want! I love Steve but Bucky’s just… He got under my skin and no matter how hard I try, I cannot shake him.”
“Talk me through it.”
“With Steve, everything’s easy, you know? Everything’s simple and good with Steve. He’s kind and he’s open and he’s unlike anyone I’ve ever met-”
“But?”
“But am I too comfortable with him? Is life toosimple,tooeasy?”
“Is that a bad thing?” From the outside, yours and Steve’s relationship seemed perfect and truthfully, it was. You didn’t think many men in the world were like Steve Rogers, he was one of the good ones; the reallygood ones. Despite that though the question of ‘what if’ hung over you like a rain cloud and you couldn’t shake it despite trying to.
“I don’t know honestly. A large part of me says that no it isn’t a bad thing, I should want an easy life, a comfortable life but there’s another part of me…”
“What about Bucky?”
“Bucky’s…” You smiled, “Bucky’s just Bucky. He’s stubborn and cold but once you crack open that shell, he’s funny and charming and I want to know more-”
“But?”
“But am I being naïve? Bucky’s my soulmate and that obviously means something but is it enough? I know that I could marry Steve tomorrow and live our comfortable life with him until the day we die but… would it be enough for me? Would I always question ‘what if’?”
“Do you see yourself with Barnes that way? Marrying him and being together forever, white picket fence and all that jazz?”
You started down at your hands, fiddling with the frays of the blanket, “I don’t know. I think that’s what I need to figure out. I think I need to get to know Bucky more, see if it’s just a kind of infatuation or if it’s more… Ugh.” You groaned, falling back into the chair you occupied.
Nat raised her eyebrows as she took another sip of beer, “I don’t envy you right now, you know. It seems like you’ve got one hell of a decision to make.”
“I don’t want to be the cause of their friendship being ruined. You should’ve seen them today, I’ve never seen Steve like that… I don’t know if I’d be able to handle seeing either of them like that again.”
“You know that whoever you were to go forif you were to go for either… the other would make peace with that. Bucky and Steve have survived a lot worse. You think two men from the 30s would hold a grudge? I don’t think so. I think they’d be fine. At the end of the day, you have to do what’s best for you.”
You slunk back into the couch, “Yeah… But what is best for me?”
Nat pushed the pizza box towards you with her foot, “More pizza. Eat up and stop torturing yourself.”
“Didn’t I say this was gonna happen?” Sam asked Steve with raised eyebrows, “Didn’t some really smart guy say that you were only just gonna push (y/n) into his arms? Who said that? Oh, Idid, I’m that smart guy.” Steve had arrived at Sam’s a while ago and he’d been updating him on the events of the last while. Sam was not impressed in the slightest, obviously.
Steve shook his head with a laugh, “Yeah, yeah… You told me so, I get it.”
“But seriously, how you doing?”
The super soldier shrugged, “Part of me wishes I’d never introduced Bucky to (y/n).”
“Wish you’d never introduced him to me too,” Sam muttered under his breath, “Pain in my ass.”
“But it was inevitable. How were any of us to know that the two of them would be soulmates? It was the last thing that any of us expected and yeah, I pushed them together so it is pretty much my fault.” He looked down to the ground, “Ultimately, I just want her to be happy; that’s all I’ve ever wanted.”
“Could you bear to watch (y/n), your alleged second soulmate, be in love with your second best friend? Could you stomach that?”
Steve shook his head, “Wouldn’t matter,” he said, “I’d just have to do it. If they were going to be together, I’d still be in their lives no matter how hard it is for me. I couldn’t give up on either of them like that.”
“What do you think’s gonna happen?” Sam asked, taking a sip of beer.
“Honestly?” Steve sighed, “I don’t know.”
It was after midnight, Nat had long since fallen asleep on the couch but you found yourself lying awake thinking of one person in particular. Your mind was full of thoughts of him, you couldn’t help it. With a sigh, you sat up, grabbing your phone and unlocking it, eyes squinting to adjust to the change in the light. You scrolled through your contacts before landing on the one person who you needed to talk to; you wouldn’t sleep unless you spoke to him. Truthfully you knew that you shouldn’t be doing this, you knew that you might regret this decision but you couldn’t help yourself. You had to phone him; you had to hear his voice.
“You know us breaking up or ‘taking space’ doesn’t really mean you should be calling me during the night.” As soon as you heard his voice, you immediately relaxed, “What’s going on, love?” You could tell by his voice that he’d been sleeping, you’d just woke him up.
“Steve,” you almost whimpered, “Have I made a mistake?”
“Sweetheart, relax,” Steve sighed. You heard the rustling of sheets as he assumedly sat up, “I know it was only a few hours ago but I understand why it had to happen. You have to figure out what you want, whether that’s me, Bucky or neither. You have to decide what you want to do and the only way you can do that is by taking a break from us.”
“I wish things could go back to the way they were before.”
“The selfish part of me agrees but ultimately, I’m glad that you met Bucky. I’m glad you get to experience a world of colour now. Despite the circumstances of what’s happened and how it came to be, I’m glad you got to meet him and see the best version of himself. I’m glad that he met you, that he got to experience your joy because it’s the best damn thing in the world.” Hearing Steve say these things, these completely selfless beautiful things, made you just wish that you were with him now, curled up in bed. He could hear your sniffling and knew you were crying, “Have you spoken to him? Bucky I mean?”
“No, not since the hospital, why?”
“Maybe you should give him a call.” Why was Steve saying you should call Bucky? Why was he pushing you in his direction? “I mean, as hard as it is for me to suggest it and be okay with it, maybe you need to talk to him about how you feel and about what’s happened. I’m not saying you’re going to choose either of us but being honest might help put things into perspective.”
“I don’t understand, Steve…” You sighed, “Why don’t you hate me? Why don’t you hate Bucky?”
“I could never hate you, (y/n). I love you too much, you know that.” He gave a humourless laugh, “It’s my fault this happened in the first place. I was reckless and HYDRA found out about you, I asked Bucky to come back, I asked him to take you away… I got that ball rolling… I just want you to be happy and if that’s with Bucky then so be it. No matter what happens, I don’t regret any of my choices when it comes to you. I never regretted us. Know that and believe that.”
His words truly touched you and hit you square in the heart. He radiated love and kindness. You hated yourself for putting him through this. Why can’t I just be satisfied with you, Steve? If you could give up seeing colour for living in blissful ignorance with Steve, you’d do that but you couldn’t. You also couldn’t continue to be with Steve without pulling on the thread of Bucky. You had to know. “I love you, Steve.” You did, you do, love him; he taught you what love was. Things would change from here on out but that didn’t make your feelings for him any less important or any less real.
“I love you too. Now try and get some sleep. I’ll reach out in a few days, okay?”
“Okay… Bye.” The call ended with a ‘beep’ and then you were left alone in the dark silence once again. Though this time, you didn’t feel as lonely, sad or anxious, you felt safer now; more at peace after hearing Steve’s voice.
You stayed awake for a while thinking about the things Steve said. He wanted you to call Bucky, although it hurt Steve he knew that you needed to try out all options, see where your head was and see where your heart lay. It surprised you that Steve thought that you should call Bucky, surprised that Steve was so seemingly okay with it. You knew that deep down, he wasn’t okay but he would force on a smile and would advise you to do it. Steve was too kind for his own good, he was too selfless. Overall else, he wanted you to be happy and if you were happy with Bucky, that would be enough for Steve. Still, hearing him say that you should call Bucky shocked you. That was for another day though. Instead, for now, you relished in the smell of Steve in the duvet, his words repeating over and over inside your mind.
I don’t regret any of my choices when it comes to you. I never regretted us.
Warnings‼️: insecurities, nipple play, unprotected sex ( please don’t do this guys), fingering (that’s all?).
Synopsis: You and your crush in the same room nothing will happen right?
Note: I am sorry for posting this so late. I was busy for few days because of my exams I hope you understand. Anyways enjoy! (SORRY FOR ANY GRAMMATICAL MISTAKE)
You and your friends are on a trip at jeju Island for a small vacation. Everything was going well but when you reached at hotel to check in the rooms you all booked were total of 5 rooms but now when you all came to check in there were only 3 rooms left because of the management mistake.
You and jungkook were selected to be the partners but the problem in here is that you have an big crush on him and how can someone be alone in a room with their crush without going all crazy.
Once you came in your room you wanted nothing else but to disappear because you and jungkook have sleep on the same bed. “Hey y/n if you want I can sleep on the couch” he said with a smile “no jungkook we both are adults and I think we can both share a bed right?” You ask looking at him “yeah right” he said before unpacking some things for his need and placing them on their place while you were still standing doubting if it was a good idea to come on this trip.
When everything was done for both of you someone knocked on the door and jungkook opened it, lisa standing there while being extremely excited “what happened lisa?” You asked “nothing happened I just came here to inform you both that we are going on the beach" she said excitedly "oh” jungkook said from beside you.
You wanted to go too but you weren’t able to. You were standing in front of mirror in the bathroom, watching yourself wearing bikini but of course your mind were playing games with you “I was so confident when I bought this but now i don’t look good in it” you were on verge of crying because you didn’t thought that you will be disappointed with yourself wearing what you liked few days back.
“Hey y/n you gonna come with me?” Jungkook knocked on the bathroom door and asked “sorry jungkook I have some business to finish, you can go and enjoy on the beach I will be there in few minutes” your voice was weak and pretending that every thing is alright was so difficult for you. “Y/n are you really alright?” Jungkook asked once again “yes I am jungkook please go and have fun” you were on the verge of breaking down but you are holding it till jungkook goes out “ok” all he said before going to beach.
Once you heard the door slamming shut you broke down “I can’t go out like this” you said to yourself looking at yourself in the mirror seeing your eyes red and puffy. You decided to wear shorts and oversized tshirt on the bikni you were wearing “now this is okay” you say to yourself.
You were on the beach sitting with your friend James who also doesn’t like to swim like you but in different way “hey y/n I am sleeping wake me up if anything happens” “okay” you said. You were jealous of your girl friends because they were slim and can do anything without worrying about their appearance but you were happy for them too because they were enjoying themselves after so long. “Hey y/n join us!” Lisa screamed at you “no lisa I am not feeling good” you said sadly “ohh what happened?” She came out of the water and asked you with worried expressions “no it’s just i am tired and feeling weak” “oh you can go and rest if you want to” she said “okay then I am going to rest” you tell her.
JUNGKOOK POV
I was watching y/n from where I was in the water, she looked sad and I wanted to cheer her up but as I was going to talk to her Lisa screamed at her and told her join but she refused I was curious but Lisa was talking with her so i waited for Lisa to come and tell me. After what felt like hours she came back in water and I asked her about y/n “hey Lisa what happened to y/n?” And she replied “she is not feeling well so I told her to go and rest” I can hear worry in her voice “she will be okay I am sure, after few minutes I will go and check on her” “thank you jungkook” she said with a small smile and I smiled back at her.
NOBODY’S POV
You weren’t able to sleep at all because of your insecurities coming between you and your sleep so you just laid there watching your roof being a roof. While seeing the roof Somebody knocked on the door which made you sit up “you can come in” you said “hey y/n are you okay? Do you need anything?” It was Jungkook, he said opening the door and coming towards you “no jungkook I don’t need anything and I am okay too” you said with a small smile, you were smiling but your heart was beating so fastly that it was on the verge of coming out “really?” “Yeah” “okay”.
“Y/n I am going to take shower because I don’t wanna go again for swimming” jungkook said while taking out his towel from the cupboard “okay” you replied. You laid down again trying to sleep but again you weren’t able to so you just started to use your phone.
You stood up after few minutes to take out something from the cupboard which was next to the bathroom and on the same time jungkook exits the bathroom with only towel covering his half body. Seeing his abs, chest while drops of water on them made you weak “wtf! Jungkook” you said closing you eyes “what happened? ohh!” He said realising, he smirked seeing the effect he has on you “don’t you like it” he whispered in your ear. You don’t know when he came near but the whisper made you shiver “I-I” you were shuttering because of the closeness, you can feel his body heat and few droplets that dropped from his hair on your shoulder “open your eyes y/n” he said whispering again.
He had a spell on you or something because you opened your eyes when he asked you to. “J-jungkook you are t-too close” you said nervously “and I am not going anywhere"he said intertwining your right hand and kissing your knuckles "b-but this can’t happen between you and me what about our friends and what if they don’t-” you were rambling when jungkook suddenly kissed you making your eyes go wide with shock, you tried to push him but he backed you till your back was touching the cupboard wall and stopped your hands by locking them with his hands and kissed you hard again.
He broke the kiss for oxygen “I don’t care about them y/n who I care about is you and seeing you upset there was killing me i wanted to cheer you up so bad but lisa came in between” he kissed you again after completing the sentence and this time it was more soft, passionate and loving. You were on the verge of tearing up but the kiss made you forget about everything and melted you in it.
“Do you wanna continue this?” He asked kissing your chubby cheeks, you were never sure about something more than this. “Yeah” you said shyly “my dear y/n why are you so cute!” He said nuzzling his face in your neck, you blushed hard and turn your face to stop him from seeing your red face.
“Let’s take this to the bed baby” he said lifting you up which made you squeal “jungkook put me down!” You were scared that you will hurt him “no y/n are you thinking that you are heavy? Then you should think about something else because you are not at all heavy” this made your cunt spaming slick because no men had ever manhandled you and seeing jungkook do it was such a sexy scene for you.
Jungkook pushed you on the bed so that you are laying and he was hovering above you “you are so fucking sexy y/n” he groaned and you blushed again.“J-jungkook I am still a v-virgin” if you were not red enough then you were now surely “it’s ok baby I will go slow with you” he said pecking your lips which turned into urgent and heated kiss. “Can I undress you y/n?” He asked kissing your neck and sucking on your skin so that everyone can see that you are his and his only.
“Sure” you said in bliss, your negative thoughts were killing you but you wanted jungkook and knowing that he wanted you too made you happy. He gently rolled up your tshirt while kissing every inch of skin he was discovering. Every kiss he was placing made you shiver “so fucking beautiful” he said looking at you with those sparkling eyes of his “god you are so beautiful and breath taking” he kissed you again while undoing your bra knot. When it was undone he kissed your boobs gently and started to fold them while kissing and sucking your neck “jungkook” you moaned “yes fuck moan my name” he started to suck your left nipple while playing with the other one “fuck-” after giving the same treatment to the other one too, He goes down kissing your stomach till he reaches on your underwear band “can I?” He said making an eye contact with you and placing His hands on the band of the underwear “yeah” you said shyly, he smiled at your cuteness and removed it .
He gently opens your leg and watch your pussy dripping for him “fuck y/n you are so wet, is this all for me fuck” he groaned “y-yes only for you” you moaned out. He starts to gently circle your clit while observing your face that was filed with delight. Eyes closed, mouth open spilling moan and cry one after another while your hand is trying to grab into something, he is going insane seeing how you react with just a simple touch. “Please m-more” you said breathlessly “sure princess” he inserted his index and middle fingers without warning and started to thrust it inside you “like this? Huh? Wanted this right?” His tone was sinster and so sexy that it made you drip more.
You were a moaning mess and till now jungkook has not done that much “fuc- I-I think I am gonna cum” you were now gasping for oxygen “cum for me baby” he increased his pace while rubbing your clit and you clenched on his fingers while screaming “jungkook!” the orgasam hitting you hard making your vision go white and made you quiver “I am going insane because of you y/n fuck that was so sexy” he was now removing his underwear.
“See what you do to me” he said rubbing his hard cock while groaning “do you want me to help with it?” You sat up “no today is only for you, you can help me with it another time” you blushed hearing his words and he smirked seeing you “baby please lay down for me” you did what he said. He hovered above you again and kissed you passionately before inserting his cock slowly making you both moan. he goes in till he was bottomed out “y/n you are so tight shit-” jungkook groaned “jungkook you are so deep” you cried out “I-I can’t” you whimpered “I know baby I know it will go away” he kissed you hard so that you can get used to it.
“Jungkook you can move” and he did “I love you so much baby and you are mine” he moaned out “I love you too jungkook” you were crying now while saying it. “Harder!” You whispered “harder? As you say princess” he started to ram into you making you almost unconscious. Your heart was pounding because of the pleasure but the pleasure and pain was making you crave for more and more.
He was hitting that spot again and again making you go crazy and made you scream his name with every thurst “want more” you whined craving more stimulation to finish you off “fuck you look so sexy” jungkook groaned feeling close himself. He circled you clit with his fingers making you see stars “i am gonna cu-” before you can finish the sentence jungkook choked you applying pressure on the sides of neck “yeah I-i can feel you clenching hard around my cock fuck-” he was himself so deep in pleasure that he was going crazy “cum baby please cum” at this rate he was Begging you to cum he wanted you to cum so bad. Before you can inform him you cummed, It hits you more hard then the previous one making you cry and scream “omg! Jungkook” you were still chanting his name again and again before feeling warm liquid spilling into you and dripping down from your cunt to his cock “god y/n” this time jungkook groaned because of his own orgasam.
“Y/n are you okay?” He asked after catching his breath and seeing you just laying there while breathing heavily “yeah i am” you said with a smile while feeling tired “wait I will be back” he came back with a towel and cleaned you. You wanted to do same so you just took the towel from his hand and cleaned his now softened cock “ohh thank you y/n” he said shyly “it should go both ways” you said with a gentle smile before laying down again and taking jungkook with you.
You both were cuddling when you asked him “we are gonna tell out friends tomorrow about our relationship?" "Yeah baby because they should know because I don’t want any man to hit on you and you are not a secret to keep” he winked at you while you slapped his chest with a little laugh that made jungkook laugh too. “We should rest now” jungkook said with a yawn “yes baby” you said before cuddling more with him and going to sleep with jungkook.
