CHAPTER 6: FIRST LESSONS - BABY STEPS PART 2

18 year old Tania Harris was shot twice by police in Robbinsdale, MN yesterday. Police were called to the scene to protect her from a potential fight and are claiming she had a knife but her mother and witnesses are saying that her mother had taken the knife from her before police shot her.

Tania was cuffed and put in the back of the squad car after being shot.

She survived the shooting and is in stable condition.

The local activists are already planning actions around supporting her.

talk with my hands, maybe take it real slow (jake seresin x fem!reader)

Pairing: Jake Seresin x fem!reader (no y/n)

Synopsis: Jake's roommate has a new tattoo and can't stop itching at it...what kind of friend would he be, if he didn't help distract her?

Warnings: this fic is 18+, minors please DNI – we go pretty quickly into smut, featuring the usual--explicit oral sex (both receiving, bc we're feminists like that), and then also PiV sex, including but not limited to, condescension, overstimulation (bc what's the point of fiction if we're not wringing multiple orgasms out of our self insert?) and creampies (do not have unprotected, unnegotiated sex pls)

Length: 7.8k

A/N: sorry about the moodboard being lacluster; I couldn't find a tattoo pic that wasn't on a size 0 thigh or white, so we went without

You hadn’t considered yourself to be a person with particularly awful self control, but then again, you’d never had a tattoo healing on your inner thigh, driving you mad with the need to scratch at it. It’d been 3 weeks since the appointment and your ink was probably 95% healed; the redness had faded entirely and a couple raised patches of roughness were all you had to show for the fact that it was new. Which somehow made the incessant need to itch all the more frustrating, because you were pretty sure it was mostly phantom at this point. 

“Listen, honey, you gotta chill.” Jake’s voice interrupted your inner monologue, from his seat on the couch across the living room. 

Your roommate had started in hard on the Southern pet names when he’d seen that they’d flustered you. Honestly, there was precious little the man wouldn’t do, if it meant making you unnerved. You two didn’t have what you’d call a friendship, but the playful Something between the two of you felt safe and fun. Even if it did mean that Jake seemed to take a little more pleasure than he should’ve, in the face of your pain.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” you replied drily, “are the literal thousands of abrasions on my skin irritating you?”

Jake rolled his eyes at your melodrama. “I can feel you thinking from over here, and it’s taking up real estate that belongs to Maya Hawke,” he gestured to the TV where the latest season of Stranger Things was playing.  

“It itches,” you mumbled, hearing the complaint in your voice and knowing it was pathetic, but too over it to care. 

Jake cut you a long look, like he also heard it, and was embarrassed for you. “Want me to get you some ice?” he asked, and it was sweet of him to offer, but…

“We’re out of ice,” you sighed. “I went through the last two trays in, like, record time, and they’re refreezing now.”

“We have like fourteen trays,” Jake frowned.

“Yeah, well someone,” you paused meaningfully, “drastically depleted our resources when he decided to have a bourbon tasting over the weekend.”

Jake had the grace to look guilty for a  moment. Then it was his turn to sigh dramatically, lifting his arm to the back of the couch and swatting at the cushion next to him. “Alright, kid, c’mere.”

In retrospect, you probably should’ve asked why, or at least deliberated for half a second before doing what he asked. In reality, you pushed off the settee you’d been lounging on, and flopped ungracefully onto the couch next to Jake. You shared a bathroom with the man and he’d seen you on the second day of your period; dignity was a distant memory. 

Still, it didn’t prepare you for Jake pulling your legs apart with one of his large hands, and spreading his fingers over your tattoo, all while calmly turning up the volume of the TV with the remote in his other hand. 

“Jesus, Jake,” you choked out, telling yourself the goosebumps erupting over your whole body were entirely because of your surprise, and not any other reason. “Buy a girl a drink first.”

Jake chuckled, somehow managing to shake his head at you while not looking away from the TV. “You’re the one who’s always telling me my hands are cold as ice.”

Had you said that?

It sounded like something you’d say.

But Jake’s hand on your leg felt anything but cold. Okay, no, if you separated your brain from—well, from anything—you could recognize that his fingers were quite cold, and it was incredibly soothing having them over you. His thumb was brushing lightly over your skin, while the rest of his hand stayed still, and you knew that ice cubes couldn’t do that, but damn, it would’ve been great if they could. You settled back into the couch, relaxing into the soft material and the relief brought by Jake’s hands.

It was a wonderful two minutes. 

Good to know that that was how long it took for the fourth law of thermodynamics to kick in, and for Jake’s fingers to warm up after extended contact with your skin.  

Then a new problem was presented—you couldn’t scratch at yourself without scratching him. You shifted slightly, to see if you could get any type of friction, but Jake’s touch was light enough that he moved with you. You snuck a glance at Jake’s profile, still fixed on the TV screen, and his expression could best be described as incredibly pleased with himself.

“This was your plan all along, wasn’t it?” you muttered accusingly.  

“Absolutely,” he said, smugly. “You could fidget up a storm over there, but here you have to just deal with it.”

You pressed your lips together to keep yourself from sticking your tongue out at him petulantly. You folded your hands in your lap, determined to ignore the rising propensity to scratch at yourself. At some point, you’d sunken into the couch until your shoulder was pressed against Jake’s arm, and you shifted so your cheek was resting against him too. His tshirt was soft, and he smelled clean, like a freaking linen candle, which was annoying, because it didn’t help clear the riotous tangle of thoughts rushing through your head.

You did stop fidgeting, though.

“Atta girl,” Jake said quietly, his thumb still moving over your thigh.

Was it hot in here?

It had to be hot in here.

Because this was Jake, your roommate, who’d never shown an ounce of interest in you, being calm as anything with his hand literally on your thigh, and saying things that would’ve sounded like come ons from anyone else.

You tried to focus on the TV, and whatever ridiculous shenanigans the children on it had found themselves in, pulling a deep breath through your nose.

(Immediate mistake, because of said linen candle bullshit). 

On the TV, Nancy’s hair got frizzier, Steve’s life got shittier, and all the while your leg was getting itchier and itchier.

You reached to press a hand over the skin distractedly, forgetting momentarily that Jake’s hand was there until you encountered his fingers instead of your skin. He turned his hand over, his knuckles pressing against your skin while his fingers intercepted your own.

“Where’re you going?” he asked, voice lightly mocking, and you wrinkled your nose. It wasn’t fair that he wasn’t affected, his hands so close to your burning skin, and he still had the wherewithal to tease you for your poor impulse control.

“Jake,” you whined, trying to untangle your fingers, but his grip was unrelenting, “I’m not gonna scratch, okay, I just need to do something.”

He looked down at you, which you had to admit, was a hell of an experience when your head was practically on his shoulder. 

He blinked slowly, looking at you closely before he opened his hands, letting your fingers go. You pulled your hand back, eyes closing in relief when you pressed them against your skin. It wasn’t as good as scratching, but the pressure helped, and you shifted your fingers—and your nail accidentally dragged against your skin. 

Which was pretty much the worst thing that could happen, because it was like a tease and it shouldn’t have felt as good as it did, but you were half a second away from clawing up your thigh when Jake’s hand closed around your wrist again. 

“Seriously?” he asked, amusement coloring his tone. 

“Just let me,” you pleaded, trying to pull your wrist back. “It’ll take like two seconds and then it’ll hurt and I can stop.”

“You could also get infected or mess up the ink placement,” he said, and you stopped pulling for a moment.

“When did you learn so much about tattoo care?” you grumbled, and Jake chuckled again. It sounded different this close to him, deeper. 

“When my roommate decided to mark up the inside of her leg,” he replied easily. “Now don’t you have a lotion or something you can put on this?”

“I do, but it doesn’t help,” you said, annoyed that he was right. 

“Well, let’s at least try it, yeah?” Jake asked, and you rolled your neck, sighing. 

“Fine,” you pushed yourself off the couch. 

You felt Jake’s eyes following you to the bathroom, so you didn’t scratch at your leg, not wanting to hear more of his teasing. You found the jar of lotion, dropping back onto the couch as you unscrewed the lid. 

“It’s just gonna be sticky and leave white marks on the couch,” you groused, looking confusedly over at Jake when he held his hand out. “What?”

“What do you mean, what,” he retorted, like it was obvious. “I’m not gonna let you do this; you have zero impulse control.”

You were too stunned to resist when he plucked the lotion out of your hands, dipping his fingers into the jar. 

Had you said that the worst thing was an accidental nail brush against your tattoo?

That wasn’t true. 

Because the actual worst thing was having to sit there, pretending everything was fine and normal, as your ridiculously hot roommate started spreading Aquaphor on your inner thigh. 

Jake was nothing if not thorough, his long fingers smoothing the cool lotion over your skin, pressing slowly into you and fucking kneading into your thighs, but that wasn’t the worst of it. The worst of it was that he was entirely serious. Gone was the teasing condescension, the knowing look, and in its place was an unfamiliar gentleness. 

Jake’s head was bent, some of his perfect hair falling in front of his eyes, as he properly tended to your leg like he was a nurse and these were doctor’s orders. Like he wanted to be absolutely careful as he looked after you, like looking after you was even something he did. You swallowed, forcing your breathing to remain even. 

This was fine, this was normal. 

This was absolutely not complicating the tenuous relationship the two of you had, and wasn’t causing you to read into the pet names, the caring, the fact that his big hand was literally between your legs. 

He had to stop, or you had to stop, because now was not the time to be thinking risque things about your roommate, not when he was genuinely being sweet and trying to help.

“I think that’s good,” you said, hoping Jake couldn’t hear the tremor in your voice. 

Jake tipped his head to the side, considering his work, then nodded to himself, satisfied. He rubbed his hands together, wiping the excess lotion on the backs of his knuckles, and screwed the lid of the jar back on. You were readjusting on the couch when he leaned across you to leave the jar on the coffee table and when he shifted back, one of you messed up, because his forearm brushed against your chest. 

“Uh, sorry,” Jake said quickly, “I wasn’t—”

He was interrupted, of course.

Because you could tell yourself you were fine, everything was fine, all day long, but turns out that the slightest, accidental brush of Jake against your breasts had an ungodly whimper spilling out of your mouth before you could stop it. 

He froze. 

Shit. 

“Shit,” you said aloud, hands covering your face in embarrassment, “no, I’m sorry, that wasn’t—uh, we can ignore that—I don’t know what’s going on with me, sorry to make it weird, it’s not your fault—”

You stopped babbling when Jake’s hands closed on your wrists, and, for the upteenth time that night, you let yourself be guided by him. When he pulled your hands away, your breath caught at how close he was, and the unfamiliar expression on his face as he looked between your eyes. 

“I need to know right now,” he said, his voice serious as anything, “if you’re apologizing because you’re embarrassed, or because you didn’t mean it.”

You pressed your lips together, not trusting what sounds would come out of your mouth with Jake’s hands holding your wrists, and his eyes this intense. Whatever he read on your face had Jake’s lips parting, a shaking breath drawn in through them, before they thinned in a lazy smile. 

“And here I thought I was the perv, taking any excuse to get my hands on you, darlin’, when you’ve been wanting me just as bad.”

Your jaw dropped at his blunt words, but what, were you going to say he was wrong? 

Jake’s head cocked sideways when you didn’t say anything, and he guided your hands to the back of his neck, before letting go of them. Your fingers wound around his neck, the ends of his hair brushing your thumbs, and you realized he was waiting for you to say something before this—whatever ‘this’ was—went any further.

“Probably worse,” you admitted, not even trying to hide the breathlessness in your voice, “if I’m honest.”

Jake’s eyes darkened and his grin grew wider. “If that’s how honest sounds, I think I want to hear more of it,” he said.

Fuck, he was going to ruin you.

“Kiss me and find out?” you managed, and Jake huffed out a laugh before reaching for you again. His hands settled on your waist and he lifted to drag you towards him. 

“Yes ma’am,” he whispered before his lips crashed into yours. 

You were still reeling from the title, and how you liked the sound of it a little too much, but Jake’s mouth against yours drove that thought from your head. He kissed you like he’d wanted it for longer than you could’ve expected, his teeth biting at your lower lip, his tongue soothing after it. You shifted to help him as he pulled you towards him, both of you gasping when you settled in his lap. You were thankful his flannel pajamas could stand a bit of residual lotion, just as you were thankful for the pressure of his hands on your waist, fingers pressing into you and pulling you closer. Jake licked at the seam of your lips and you opened for him; when his tongue swept into your mouth, you felt it in your core. And suddenly, or maybe not suddenly, maybe finally, after months of build up, you were desperately needy. 

Your fingers pulled through his hair, and Jake’s hips pressed up when you pulled lightly on the strands. At the motion of his rolling hips, your pajama shorts pressed tightly into your core and the friction felt like building, and Jake broke away from your mouth with a gasp. His hands tightened on your waist, holding you still, and while you appreciated his restraint, you wanted to feel him again. 

You whispered his name as he trailed kisses down your neck, and your breath quickened when he found your pulse point under your jaw. Jake hummed, the vibration echoing over your skin, through you, and you realized he was muttering things against your skin. 

“D’you know how hard these last three weeks have been,” he whispered, lips ghosting over your skin as he pressed kisses to new goosebumps, “with you always in those tiny shorts, saying it’s because you can’t have tight clothes over your tattoo?”

You felt lightheaded at the idea of Jake wanting you this whole time, maybe longer, locking it away and refusing to act on it because he didn’t know what you felt.    

“It’s true,” you managed, and Jake laughed, a puff of warm air over your skin. 

“And if that wasn’t enough,” another kiss, another soft suck, “you’ve been so whiny, haven’t you? Always pouting, always needy, making me wonder how you’d sound…”

Your eyes were closed, your world distilled to the heat of his mouth, the heat of his words. You pulled at him, needing his mouth over yours again, and Jake obliged. He was so much softer than you expected, gentle but firm, and he tasted so damn good. 

With him distracted, you rolled your hips again, rewarded by the friction over your core, and you could feel Jake hardening in his pajama pants. It was addictive, and you sought him out again, pouting when Jake stilled your hips again. 

“Baby,” he murmured, and heat shot through you at the pet name, not one he’d used jokingly before, “what was the point of the lotion if you’re going to grind it off against my flannels?”

“You can reapply it later,” you rationalized, but Jake shook his head, smiling in spite of himself. His lips were swollen, his cheeks reddened, and you loved the look of him like this, almost dazed. 

“C’mon,” he prompted you, and guided you to stand. Your legs felt weak, but you managed, and Jake’s hands smoothed up the outside of your thighs. You were between his spread knees, and his hands played with the hem of your shorts before he pulled them down your legs, taking care to not scrape them over your tattoo. The air felt cold on your exposed skin, and Jake swore quietly as he dropped the shorts, staring at you in your underwear with something that felt dangerously close to adoration. 

He leaned closer, and at first you thought it was so he could be more gentle with your fragile panties, but then he pressed a kiss to the outside of your thigh and you jumped, pushing him away, embarrassed again. 

“You don’t—” you started, pursing your lips, “um, you don’t have to…do that. We can—”

Jake’s hands smoothed over your thighs, coming around to cup under your ass. Had you said his hands were cold earlier? You were sure they were burning, leaving trails of heat wherever he touched. 

“Nah, baby,” he whispered against your thighs, his nose brushing the soft skin there, as his hands squeezed you, “nothing ‘have to’ about something I’ve been dreaming ‘bout for months.”

Well, fuck, when he put it like that…

“Okay, then,” you said quietly, weaving your hand into his hair again, and Jake flashed a smile up at you. 

“Okay, then,” he echoed, and his fingers pulled your underwear over your hips. He scooted to the front of the couch, a motion that should’ve been cute for his enthusiasm, but instead was simply devastating. He looked so good like this, eager and hungry, and your breath caught when he licked his lips, your hips canting towards him. 

He didn’t look away from you. 

His green eyes locked on yours as he leaned closer, not pausing when his tongue crept past his lips and you were the one to break, your head tipping back when he licked you. His tongue was flat against you, like the first taste of ice cream, and your head spun at the shamelessness of it. You whimpered when he pulled away, and Jake’s breath was warm as he leaned back again. 

“There’s that sound I was after,” he murmured, his soft words a cutting juxtaposition to his filthy tongue. 

He teased you with soft licks, lapping at your arousal that’d only grown since he’d first touched your thighs earlier tonight. His hands snuck around to pull you apart, spread you on his fingers like he needed his tongue closer, tasting you and drinking you. He was unhurried and it was maddening, and you pulled at his tshirt distractedly, needing to feel his skin.  

“Ah, honey,” Jake muttered as he pulled back. “You taste so good, fucking unbelievable.”

You opened your eyes to find his chest heaving, his eyes dilated and your slick smeared across his chin. He looked so good like this, drunk on you, and you imagined you looked nearly as wrecked. He leaned back to pull his tshirt over his head, and your fingers smoothed over broad shoulders, sun-kissed skin, as it was bared to you. 

He tossed the shirt aside and a moment later he was leaning back into your cunt, nuzzling your clit with his nose as his tongue lapped at you. Your knees nearly buckled at the sensation, and Jake groaned, the vibrations only increasing the intensity of the feelings flooding you. His strong hands held you up, spread before him, and he lifted his mouth to tease at your clit. You whined when his tongue rolled around you, alternating tight circles and slow, and your eyes rolled back when he closed his lips and sucked. 

“Jake, oh my god,” you gasped, feeling your stomach tighten. It was too soon, you knew it, but you also couldn’t fight it, and it was practically crashing over you—

Jake pulled back. 

You whined in confusion, looking down to find him looking up at you, a familiar expression of smug awareness on his face. He turned his head to press a gentle kiss to your thigh, amusement sparkling in his dark eyes. 

“Told you I’ve been waiting on this for months, honey,” he teased, another wet kiss slightly higher on your thigh. “You didn’t think I’d let you off that easy, did you?”

Nothing about this felt easy. Not the way he had your body primed for release, every nerve wound tight, not the way you felt it slipping away, and your desperation only climbing. 

You whimpered his name, too gone to be embarrassed by how fucked out you sounded. 

“Aw, baby…” Jake cooed, and you saw his shoulders shift as he repositioned. Before you could anticipate his next move, a broad finger was stroking through your folds, and you cried out, your hands flying to his shoulder to steady yourself. 

“So pretty like this,” Jake soothed, pulling his finger through you, stroking back over you, the pressure perfect, but not enough, “needy. Desperate.”

“Jake, please,” you cried, appalled to find real tears were pushing behind your eyes. After being so close to release, then being denied, then held steady wherever his fingers pulled you, you couldn’t be responsible for the way your body was shaking.

“Bet you’d beg me for it, wouldn’t you?” Jake said, voice even and unbothered. He added another finger, still not entering you, just teasing over you, languid. “You’re all proud when you’re strutting around in those shorts, cute when you ask for help, but not like this, huh? Like this, you know who’s in charge.”

Any response you had was cut off when he plunged both fingers into you. 

No warning, no easing, just sudden pressure and thickness and your body tightened around the sudden intrusion, unrelenting and unexpected and fucking perfect, and you couldn’t stop your orgasm as it ripped through you.

“Oh, fuck,” Jake groaned, as he recognized your walls tightening around his fingers. “Thatta girl, come on, give it to me.”

You moaned, your core clenching as your denied release rolled over you, scalding and strong and you felt it in your toes. You didn’t know how you were still standing, you knew the sounds pouring out of you were unbridled, and Jake was proudly talking you through it. 

“So beautiful, baby, you’re doing so good,” he said, his other hand stroking up your neck to support your head. You turned your head desperately, pulling his thumb into your mouth and sucking on it, needing to be grounded. 

“Fuck, baby,” Jake moaned, and his fingers kept their pace inside you. You felt the edges of your orgasm soften as he worked you through it, and as the fingers not in your mouth brushed against your cheek, you realized he was wiping away tears. You were shaking, it was perfect, but his fingers inside you were pressing deeper and if he wasn’t careful, he was going to push you higher again. 

“How we doing, honey?” Jake asked, and you lifted your head to meet his eyes. He was watching you carefully, and he pulled his thumb from your mouth so you could answer him.

“Good,” you whispered, through the clearing haze, “really, really, good.”

Jake hummed, tilting his head as he considered you. His fingers scissored inside of you, and you clenched down on him, hands grasping his shoulders. 

“Then I think you should give me another,” he said, smile growing as your eyes widened. 

“Jake, wait—” you protested, but you went without opposition when he pulled you back to the couch. His fingers paused their exploration but he didn’t pull out of you as he guided you onto your back, propping your knees up carefully. 

“Have to be gentle with that thigh,” he said, his voice growing husky as he settled between your legs. He stroked his fingers again, and your core clamped down on them, still not fully returned from your first high. Any other protest you had died when he bent down again, his mouth returning to your cunt. 

You’d had his tongue, you’d had his fingers, and they’d made you cum like you hadn’t in months. And now suddenly you had both at once, and you were pretty sure it was going to cost you your mind. 

“Jake, fuck,” you keened, your back arching off the couch.

Jake didn’t respond, too busy lapping up your release and thrusting into you. His tongue traced a maddening pattern over your clit as his fingers pressed deeper into you, stretching you.  

“You taste even sweeter like this, baby,” he mumbled into you, and you moaned as you felt his words. His fingers brushed something deep inside of you and you couldn’t breathe; you reached for Jake’s hair, pulling desperately, hoping he could read how impossibly taut you were. 

“You know something,” he mused, like it was the calmest thing in the world, “you came so quick, didn’t you? Came once you had something fucking you, and it was so beautiful, honey…but I never got to hear you beg.” 

“Jake,” you whispered, his name the only word you could manage, the only thing you could say with his fingers brushing that spot and his mouth just a breath away from you. 

“Nah,” he said, his voice low, “I know you could do it so prettily. Won’t you do it for me, sweetheart, won’t you let me hear it? Let me make you cum again?”

He kissed you again, his mouth light and teasing, brushing caresses over your mound but not where you were aching, throbbing, for him. His fingers slowed, torturously, pushing you closer but not fast enough, and you felt your eyes filling again. What was he asking for?

What was anything, what did he need?

“Jake, please,” you gasped, your voice thick. “Please, please—”

“Please what, baby?” Jake asked, another soft kiss. “What do you need?”

“I need to cum,” you practically sobbed. “Please, need it so bad, please, Jake—need you so bad, need you to—”

“That’s right,” Jake practically growled, his voice lower than you’d ever heard it. “You need me. And I’ve got you, honey, so you can let you go, since you asked so nicely, and I’m gonna take care of you…”

His forearm was banded across your waist, holding you still as his fingers found that spot inside of you, pressed up against it, and your thighs shook as your second orgasm bowled over you. Jake’s tongue was over your clit, then his lips closed, and when you thought you might be ready to let go of the high, he sucked, and you fully shattered. You could feel your nails raking into his back, feel his responding groans through the mouth still pressed to your cunt, as your world dissolved into white heat. It swept over you and you stopped trying to ride it, just let yourself be thrown, buffeted by Jake’s mouth, Jake’s fingers, Jake’s soft words.  

“Fucking gorgeous, baby, you did so good,” Jake was murmuring into the skin of your stomach. His fingers were still inside of you, gently rocking but no longer trying to stimulate you. It would’ve brought tears to your eyes, if they weren’t already streaming, how tender he was being with you. The whiplash was incredible—how quickly he’d brought you to orgasm, how easily he’d denied you, how thoroughly fucked out you were, now that he’d given it to you. 

God, and you hadn’t even had him yet. 

“Jake,” you croaked, your throat hoarse, and he lifted his head to look up at you. 

“What is it, honey?” he asked, voice soft. He was propped up on his elbows, and he shifted slightly, pulling his fingers out of you. You pressed your lips together to stop a whimper from escaping and trying to ignore how empty you felt, and watching quietly as he wiped his hands absently on his pajama pants before looking back up at you. 

You lifted a hand to brush away some of his hair that’d fallen into his face. You shifted slightly, pulling the hem of your tshirt down to wipe at his chin, clean him up a little. It was rough, not the intended purpose of the garment, and Jake laughed a little at the clumsiness of the action, pressing his jaw into your cotton-covered hand, to help you as you wiped at his face. 

You bit your lip, more to stop yourself from smiling so wide it made you hurt, looking down at him, propped up on his elbows 

He looked proud. 

He looked content, and it made your heart swell uncomfortably in your chest, that he’d look like that after taking care of you. But the longer you looked at him, something like doubt flickered behind his eyes and he cleared his throat, looking away. 

“If…” he started, and he shook his head, like he was clearing the fog after a night out. “Uh, you know, if that’s too much…or not what you wanted, or something, we can just say it was a distraction. You know, to get your mind off the tattoo.”

You hadn’t thought about the thing in what felt like a lifetime.

More importantly, you saw Jake still wasn’t meeting your eyes, like he expected you to say that that’s all this was, and he was worried you’d see too much if you were looking at him when you said it. It broke your heart, that he would push away his own repressed feelings, if it meant protecting yours. 

Although, to be fair, you’d both been more honest in the last thirty minutes than you’d been in the months before, so it was probably on you, as well as him. 

You carded your fingers through his hair again, waiting.

It took another couple seconds, but Jake steeled himself and looked back at you. 

You hadn’t realized you’d missed the green of them. 

In the height of everything, they’d been hooded and dark, the bright color nearly lost in his blown pupils. But like this, clear and sweet, you thought you might like this better. 

“It wasn’t too much,” you said, simply.

Jake’s shoulders dropped, just slightly, and you saw him wanting to contest it, and so you shook your head. 

“I think that’s a conversation for later,” you said gently, “when we’re both a little more clothed, hmm?”

“Oh,” Jake said, his head turning quickly as he looked around for your pajama shorts. “I can reach—”

You wanted to roll your eyes and you wanted to pinch him, just a little, to get him to listen to you. “That’s not what I meant,” you corrected. “I’m not…I’m not ready to be done. Besides, we han’t gotten you off yet.”

“Oh, that’s okay, that’s not what this was about,” Jake said quickly and you tilted your head, pushing yourself up to sitting. 

Jake was still between your spread knees, your faces close together now, and you pressed a kiss to his cheek, a quick reassurance before you reached between the two of you. 

Jake jumped when your hand slid over the front of his pajama pants, and you felt like cooing. Even through the thick cotton, you felt him respond to your touch. The fabric had to be adding to the illusion, because he felt enormous under the flannel. 

And it was very gentlemanly that this was for you, that he didn’t want this to be a thing about reciprocity, but in a much more tangible way, he’d made you feel infinite, just a few minutes ago. If you could do the same for him, you imagined you’d probably feel just as proud as he had, to see you come undone.

“What’d you say,” you asked innocently, your fingers trailing up the length of him, “about distracting me?”

When you looked back up at Jake, his eyes were closed, his chest rising and falling slowly, deliberate, like he was holding his breath. 

Sweet man. 

You leaned back up to kiss him gently, waiting for him to kiss you back. It took only a moment, and you bit back a moan at the taste of yourself on his lips. You kissed him softly for a minute, gentle lips, gentle tastes, coaxing. When you pulled back, Jake’s lashes fluttered before he opened his eyes to look at you. 

“I don’t know,” you lifted a shoulder in a shrug. “I think I’d be pretty distracted if I were choking on your dick, Jake.”

“Jesus,” Jake whispered, and his hips bucked into your touch. “I just don’t want you to feel like you have to–”

You licked your lips, his words from earlier coming back to you. “Nothing ‘have to’ about something I’ve been dreaming about for months.”

Jake surged forward, his hand wrapping around the back of your neck to pull you to him. You tasted his longing in this kiss, the tight reins he held himself in check with, and how desperately he wanted to give them to you, if only for a moment. You wanted that, and maybe for a little longer. So you kissed him for a moment more, then slid off the couch, settling between his knees like before, but this time, he stayed with his back against the back of the couch, and you were on the ground. 

“Wait,” he said, leaning over to grab a pillow, and gesturing for you to use it under your knees.  

Forget rolling your eyes or pinching him, did you want to marry him?

You shook the thought out of your head, settling on the cushion and reaching up to help Jake slide the pajama pants down. He hooked his boxer briefs along with them, and once they slid past his hips, his cock sprang free. 

“Holy fuck, Seresin,” you whispered, looking up at his face. Jake shrugged, a kind of bashful you hadn’t seen him before. One of his hands fisted his cock loosely, like he needed something to do, and you reached up to pry his fingers away. 

No wonder he walked around like he did. 

As you wrapped your hands around him, replacing his fingers, you couldn’t deny a fresh wave of arousal washed over you. His wasn’t the longest dick you’d seen, but he was thick, a dusty rose color that you’d kill for a lipstick match of—which just made you think of why you were waiting so long to get him in your mouth. 

But he’d teased you, and when you glanced up at Jake, his hands clenched at his sides, his stomach tight, you figured he was due for a taste of his own medicine. 

You kissed up his thighs slowly, loving the contrast of wiry hair over smooth skin, and when you got to his cock, you let out a warm breath over the tip. As you watched, a smooth drop of precum appeared at the edge of his cock, and you frowned in mock sympathy, knowing how worked up he must’ve been from finishing you, while denying himself. 

“Bet you’d beg something pretty yourself, Jake,” you teased softly, licking at the drop of moisture and pulling his salty taste back into your mouth. You hummed, immediately salivating for more, but Jake’s hips jerked up as he choked in a breath.

“Darlin’...” he said, his voice low, and you had mercy on him, not needing to hear the words to know how badly he wanted this. 

“Good thing I’m nicer than you, hmm?” you asked, before you licked at him again. 

Jake’s head fell back limply as you tongued his tip, teasing the sensitive head before you licked up the length of him. This was supposed to be for him, but as you were here, you were lost in the exploration of him—the gorgeous weight of him, the musky scent of him, the rich taste, and the sounds he was making. 

You kind of loved how quiet he was being, when it was clearly costing him dearly. 

It meant that when he did burst, it was going to be loud, and you wanted that break. You kissed your way lightly back to his tip, before opening your mouth and pulling him in. 

You’d been joking earlier, about it being distracting, but fuck. The ache to your jaw was immediate, your mouth open as wide as it could to accommodate his thickness. But it felt so good, deeply satisfying, to be able to hold him like this. Warm and thick in your mouth, stretching you—you moaned around him, imagining him filling you. You hollowed your cheeks lightly, sucking, and Jake groaned above you. 

There it was. 

You pushed yourself deeper onto him, holding your breath and fighting your gag reflex, and Jake’s hands shot out to hold the back of your head, his breath a low moan that was the most beautiful sound you’d ever heard. 

You clenched your thighs together, the sound of him and the weight of him had you feeling so empty, while you knew you were physically stretching to your limits. You pulled off of him, a trail of saliva falling from between your lips and his tip, and Jake swore softly at the sight. 

“That mouth, baby,” he groaned, and you felt his thumb trace your lips, smearing your spit across it. You opened your mouth, holding out your tongue and Jake groaned again, feeding his cock back into your mouth.

You felt like he could see straight through you.

That was how it felt, his eyes boring into you as his cock stretched your jaw and his hips pressed slowly deeper. Your nostrils flared and your eyes were streaming again, but you wanted this, wanted him, wanted him to find his release in you, as you had in him. You couldn’t take him all the way down your throat, not now, although you relished the idea of training, so you found a rhythm that seemed to work for both of you. 

Jake’s hips rose slightly to meet you, as you bobbed your head up and down his length, alternating sucking and swirling your tongue over his tip. Your other hands stroked the part of him that you couldn’t fit, squeezing and pulling and you heard Jake’s breathing getting heavier. You were lightheaded, overwhelmed by him, but you couldn’t stop, not for something as simple as air. 

The stretch of him was so good, unrelenting and perfect, and the steadiness with which he held himself in check, it felt like a promise. It made your core ache, throbbing and empty, but you reached up to play with his balls. One of your hands cupped him lightly and then Jake was pulling you off of him. 

You choked at the sudden influx of air as Jake set you back on your thighs, his hands smoothing over your face as he checked you were okay. You couldn’t remember a time you’d felt better, lightheaded and dreamy, but you nodded obediently in answer to the unspoken question, and Jake pulled you to standing. You weren’t sure where he was taking you, but you knew with absolute certainty that you’d follow him.

Mercifully, it was just around the couch, and when you understood his plan, you whimpered slightly, hoping you could take it. You braced your forearms on the armrest of the coach, rocking back on your hips, presenting your ass to him, and Jake was already behind you, covering you. His long arms draped over yours, pressing you into the couch, even as his knee worked between your thighs, spreading your legs. You moaned when you felt his cock slap against your thighs, and one of Jake’s hands fell to between your legs to cup your cunt. 

“Oh, baby,” he whispered, voice somehow both rough and awed. “Is this new? You work yourself up, getting me off?”

You meant to say ‘obviously, asshole’, or ‘as if you didn’t know it’, but what came out was a truly pathetic, “Jake, please…”

He chuckled, his body stretched over yours, and the sound broke off when he guided his cock towards your core. 

“Honey, you’re so wet and warm, fuck. Need to be in you, baby, need to feel this tight cunt—”

“Do it already,” you cried, rewarded by another deep laugh from Jake, and then you couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, because that thick cock was pushing into you. 

It was a good thing he was holding you up. 

Your body was shaking to accommodate him, already loosened from your orgasms and his fingers, but the stretch still bordered on painful, and you dropped your head to your forearms as he pushed into you. You weren’t doing anything, you were simply there, letting him fuck into you slowly, and you couldn’t think of anywhere better to be. 

“Fuck, honey, you’re so tight,” Jake groaned, and you knew he was trying to go slow, but that didn’t make the stretch any more attainable.

“Need you,” you managed. “Please, Jake, want to be full—”

His hips slammed forward and you cried out as he bottomed out into you. 

You felt impaled, you felt him in your throat, you felt like this was everything you could want and you trembled but held him in you. You felt full, and it was so, so good.  

“Honey,” Jake gritted, “I’ve got to move, but I need to know you’re okay.”

“I’m good,” you whispered, “let me feel you.”

He groaned, another gorgeous iteration of that sound, and when he pulled back, you clawed at the edge of the couch. It was like he was shifting your center of gravity, but the pull was re-orienting. You had no choice but to surrender to it. 

Your whole universe was balanced on the edge of the sofa. 

Jake’s thick cock, stuffing you. Jake’s strong chest, pressed against your back, his arms holding you up, pulling you to him. Jake’s sweat, dripping off of him and onto you, sweet and sticky and heady. The pull and push of him, overwhelming and deep, remaking you. 

You weren’t going to cum from this; it was too much, but it was too good to stop. You’d already had yours, and you could hear how good it was for Jake, could feel it in the tight clench of his hands and the short length of his thrusts. 

Jake groaned, a throaty sound that jolted through you as he pulled you back onto his dick.

“Sweetheart you feel so good…is this what we’ve been missing out on? This tight as fuck cunt, that I can just feel clenching around me? Touch yourself, honey, I need to feel you come again, want to feel you come on my cock.”

You couldn’t be sure if you were crying or babbling, but when Jake told you to play with yourself, you summoned your boneless limbs to do as he asked. 

When your fingers brushed your clit, you immediately pulled back; it was too much. 

“I can’t,” you gasped, hands falling back to brace against the couch. “It’s too much, Jake, I can’t–”

“Poor baby,” Jake gritted, and one of his hands smoothed down your back before dipping around to your stomach and finding his way to your clit. Your knees buckled and your hips jerked away from his hand, but a moment later you were pressing into him, needing the perfect pain of his touch. 

“Honey, you’re doing so good,” Jake’s voice was tight. “God, you feel unreal, clenching down on me like that. Are you gonna cum again? Is this pussy going to cum for me?” 

“Jake,” you sobbed, his name the only prayer you could manage.

“That’s it, baby,” he soothed, his touch gentling, even as his hips sped up. “I’m almost there; I know you are too. Where can I come, honey, where do you want me–”

“Jake,” you moaned, your head thrashing from side to side. It was too much, it wasn’t enough, but you knew you needed him. “In me…please..Jake...”

“Holy fuck,” Jake groaned. “Baby, are you sure I–”

You bucked back into him, the thought of losing his heat and his presence nearly unbearable. “Need you,” you whimpered. “Jake, please–”

“I’m right here,” Jake’s hips pistoned impossibly faster. “Fuck, I’m here, I’ve got you. Shit, honey, you feel so good, you’re gonna make me cum, baby, please–”

He ground his hips deep into you and rolled his fingers over your clit once, twice, and you shattered. Your legs gave out and you felt Jake grunt as he caught you, his hips pounding into you a couple more times and he stilled with another beautiful moan as he pumped his release into you. You felt him, hot and pulsing inside of you, and you wanted to curl up into that feeling forever—warm, full, safe. 

Jake summoned some kind of strength as he turned the both of you, him settling onto the ground and you on his lap, your cunt clenching around him, like you still couldn’t bear the thought of him leaving. You turned into his chest, and Jake wrapped his arms around you, cradling you, somehow knowing how intense that had been and that you needed the warmth of his chest before you could come back down. 

You were shaking, incredibly exhausted but deeply satisfied. And as you drifted back, you became aware of the tangible things around you—Jake’s chest hair prickling your face. Stranger Things still playing, on the TV. The cool air in the room around you, the sticky remains between your thighs. 

You lifted your head to find Jake looking down at you, his expression careful, like he was worried what he’d see. Your eyes closed again, and you managed a smile before you turned your face into his chest again, pressing a kiss to whatever was closest. His hands were locked around your back, but you could feel his thumb brushing over your skin, lightly. And it was wild, that that was what had started this all, and if you’d had the energy for it, you would’ve laughed. 

You could deal with the repercussions later, what this meant for your roommate situation, if your thigh was any worse for wear, any of that. Because that motion, that comforting gesture that Jake didn’t even seem to be aware he was doing—that meant that this was always where you were gonna end up. 

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Sass (Din Djarin)

This one is for @1800-fight-me who said some stuff about Din to me and then said some other stuff about Din to me and then my brain wouldn’t let it go...

Word count: 1500+ Rating: mature, 18+ only Outline: “Mand'alor” Din Djarin x “You” (petite female reader, clumsy, “blank canvas”/no physical description/no name/no use of “Y/N”) Warnings: curse words and vulgar language; Din picking you up; two clothed spanks on the bottom; undressed Reader/clothed Din; one erection; Din’s roaming hands; Din touching you through your panties; one instance of Din grabbing your chin; mentions of blow jobs; mentions of P/V sex; mentions of bare-bottom spanking; mentions of sex in the throne room with possibility of getting caught; Din’s got a filthy mouth

You fumbled and dropped something for what felt like the millionth time that day, cursing under your breath. You stopped in the dusty road, shifting your bags around, trying to redistribute them so you could free your hand to pick up your parcel from where it lay in the dirt.

The air was hot and dry, and you wanted nothing more than to get back to the ship and take a shower, wash off the dust of the town. You didn’t mind accompanying your husband to his various diplomatic meetings and conferences, especially the ones on jewel-like tropical planets or at breathtaking palaces perched on mountain ridges. But this stop was different, a sudden detour on the way home... and from the hunch of Din’s shoulders as he landed the ship, and the way he suggested you go shopping in the street market while he held his “meeting” you could guess that it wasn’t on the official roster for his week. You hoped that he would at least come back to the ship in one piece.

You retrieved your parcel and tucked it under your arm, huffing in exasperation. You rounded the corner and finally saw the ship, gleaming in the hot sun. Your face broke into a smile as you saw that the ramp was down, meaning Din was probably inside getting ready to start the last leg of the journey home.

You hurried a bit, arms laden with bags and packages, and then disaster struck. You were just a meter away from the ship when your sandal caught the long hem of your dress, and you tripped. Parcels and their contents went scattering, although the worst of your fall was broken by your large cloth bag. You lay there for a moment, stunned, and then looked up to see Din walking down the ramp.

“Are you okay, cyar'ika? That looked embarrassing.” His voice held concern with a note of amusement. Din was used to your various scrapes and entanglements, and you thanked the stars every day that Mandalorians valued intelligence and grit far above poise and grace, even in their queen.

You huffed out a groan and pushed yourself off the ground, grasping one of Din’s large gloved hands for assistance. Din stooped to gather items as you brushed yourself off, striding back up the ramp to deposit your things inside the ship. The front of your dress was caked with dirt, and no amount of swatting it with your hands would do. You sighed and gave up on cleaning yourself. You picked up two oranges that had rolled a few feet, and then started up the ramp.

Din came down to meet you, and you stopped to let him look you over.

“Are you hurt, cyar'ika?” His voice was softer now, full of love and concern. Din held your face in his hands, tilting your chin up to have a look at you in the bright sun.

You smiled and swatted his hands away, laughing. “I’m fine! It wouldn’t have happened if we hadn’t stopped on this godforsaken planet, but someone decided they had business to attend to.”

Din tilted his helmet back a bit, that imposing stance doing nothing to intimidate you the way it had countless adversaries in his lifetime.

You put your hands on your hips and pushed your lower lip out at him. “Or maybe I wouldn’t have to do all this shopping if you had let me join you for your meeting.”

Din suddenly went still. “You know I can’t do that, cyar’ika. That meeting was dangerous.”

You decided to push him just a little. “Can’t have been too dangerous, if they sent you instead of m- oof!”

The words were barely past your lips when you felt your feet go out from under you and the world turned over. You found yourself hanging over Din’s shoulder as he turned to stride back up the ramp, his large gloved hand holding both your knees firmly so you wouldn’t fall.

“Hey!” You hated that your voice came out in a squeak. “Put me down!” You beat uselessly on his back plate with your fists, blood rushing down to your face as he carried you effortlessly.

Din snarled at you in Mando’a. “Udesii,” and his free hand came up to smack you on your bottom.

His voice was dark with just a hint of amusement. “Quiet. For being such a little thing, you cause an awful lot of trouble.” Another hard smack landed on your rear, and you felt your panties grow damp.

Din didn’t break stride as he whacked the control panel with the side of his fist to close the ramp behind him. He carried you into the cockpit and finally put you back on your feet, ignoring your indignation as he lifted off. When the ship was off-planet and set to autopilot, Din swiveled his chair to face you.

He pointed at you and growled an order. “Your dress is dirty, cyar’ika. Take it off.”

“Oh, I bet you say that to all the ladies you pick up in dusty landing lots.” You laughed and put your fists on your hips.

“Now. I won’t tell you again.” His words struck you behind your sternum, the excitement causing your heart to thud harder, your breath coming all in a rush.

You paused for a split second, and then hurriedly undid all of the fastenings of your dress, letting it fall from your shoulders to the floor of the cockpit. You stepped out of your shoes and swept the pile to one side with your foot. You stood in just your underthings and canted your hips to one side, raising an eyebrow at your husband.

“See anything you like?”

Din snarled from under his helmet and curled a finger at you. You obeyed and started walking slowly over to him.

Apparently it wasn’t fast enough, because Din leapt to his feet and grabbed your wrist, pulling you the last two steps to his pilot’s chair. You collapsed onto his lap, your landing softened somewhat by one strong arm around your waist. Din scooped one hand under your knees and turned you sideways on his lap, tucking you against him and tilting his helmet to rest against your temple.

“I don’t like your sass, woman.” The words spilled out of his modulator right into your ear, sending a chill down your neck. The feel of his thigh plates against the backs of your legs was exquisite. Din kept one hand firmly around your hip, while the other trailed up and down your arm, raising goosebumps.

You shuddered a breath in, feeling your panties grow wetter. But you knew the ins and outs of this game, and how delicious it would be to play.

“That’s too bad, Din. You’re kind of stuck with me. I’m your riduur after all.” You giggled.

“Quiet.” Din wrapped his fingers around your jaw, pursing your lips out slightly. He ran one large, gloved finger over your lips and you playfully snapped at it, trapping the leather tip between your teeth.

“And she bites, too?” Din tsked softly. “What am I going to do with you?”

You released his finger and smiled. “I don’t know… what are you going to do with me?”

“I have a few ideas.” Din hummed thoughtfully. “I think as soon as we get home I’m going to take you to the throne room, bend you over my knee and smack your bottom until it’s so tender you can’t sit down.”

You gasped and squirmed on his lap, feeling more chills run up and down your skin with anticipation. Din’s fingers dug into your hip to still your movements.

“And when you can’t take any more, I think I’ll make you kneel down and take my cock into that lovely, wet little mouth of yours.” You felt Din’s erection start to harden against your hip, and you wiggled closer to him. He groaned once, softly, and you smiled to yourself in satisfaction.

“And- and then what?” You whispered, aching to be touched, aching for any kind of release that you could get. Din brought his free hand to your breast and you moaned. You heard him chuckle at that, squeezing the heft of your breast and pinching your nipple between his fingers.

“And then I’ll make you sit on my lap.” You felt Din’s cock twitch against your hip and you longed to fulfill every dirty fantasy he was spilling into your ear.

“I’ll bury my cock deep inside you while you face the room, hold your legs open and rub your clit until you come around me.”

Din worked his fingers harder over your nipple and you whined.

“You like that idea, mesh’la? Spread wide on my lap where anyone could walk in and see us?”

You couldn’t answer, only grind your hip sideways against his erection. Din plunged two fingers down between your legs and rubbed you through your underwear. You keened a high sound and squirmed as hard as you could against his hand.

“Oh, I think you do like that idea. Looks like you’re done mouthing off now, hmm?”

You sighed and rolled your head back, and let Din talk to you all the way home.

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dangerous game

Pairing: Bodyguard!Bucky Barnes x female!reader

Summary: Following Bucky’s orders was never your strong suit. But when you sneak out when there’s a threat, you learn that sometimes it’s best to listen.

Warnings: pet names [princess], a smidge of angst, a bit of fluff, smut; mention of non-con (not by Bucky), unprotected sex, allusion to oral (f recieving). THIS BLOG IS 18+ ONLY. MINORS DNI.

Author's note: because I can’t seem to focus on one thing at once I finally got around to finishing this. This was born from the gif because damn he looks so good. (word count: 1.9k)

"You're playing a dangerous game, princess," Bucky growls into the phone. 

"Yeah? Well it's a shame you're going to lose then isn't it?" You counter, rolling your eyes at your friend who can’t stop giggling. 

You know it isn’t the smartest of ideas sneaking out when Bucky has specifically told you to stay in tonight but at this point, you were finding it hard to care. Being cooped up for the past week was driving you crazy. You’d grown up with empty threats your whole life thanks to your father, the majority of your childhood and teenage years were sheltered and you’d be damned if you let your twenties go the same way.

“Tell me where you are and I’ll come get you and we can put this behind us,” Bucky grits through his teeth.

You can picture him right now, jaw clenching deliciously as he tries his best to stay calm. Riling him up is your favourite game to play.

You wink at your friend before giving Bucky your final words, “eat me, Barnes.”

You end the call, throwing your phone back into your purse before linking arms with your friend and heading inside the crowded club. 

After a couple of drinks any underlying guilt you felt at sneaking out had dissipated. You let the beat of the music take over as you danced with your friend, easily catching the eyes of some men across the room. You grind playfully back into your friend, throwing a wink at the cute guy who couldn’t take his eyes of you, only breaking eye contact to turn to your friend.

“I’m going to head to the bathroom, I’ll be right back!” you shout over the music before heading off the dancefloor. 

You were so used to having a bodyguard with you, you hadn’t even thought to keep aware of your surroundings. It isn’t until you’re dragged into a dimly lit storage room that you realise the position you’ve put yourself in. 

“You’re a hard little thing to get alone,” a voice growls in your ear, your front pressed harshly against the wall, your hands in a tight grip behind your back.

“Get off of me,” you shout, struggling in the man's grip.

The chuckle he lets out has your stomach churning in fear, “you’re a feisty little one, I like that.”

Your panic only grows as you feel him press into you harder, feeling his erection against your ass, it only has you struggling more. 

He whips you around so quickly it has your head spinning, one hand grips your wrists, pinning them above your head as the other takes a tight hold of your jaw. 

The smell of cigarettes on his breath has you gagging as he speaks, “now, my boss doesn’t care what state I deliver you in, as long as you’re alive, so I'd suggest you behave.”

Your eyes widen as you stop struggling to get out of his hold.

“Not as stupid as you look are you,” he snarls, “you’re a pretty little thing though, might just have to have some fun anyway.”

Fear surges throughout your body. You know you can’t overpower him but you refuse to just accept what’s about to happen. 

In a last effort of defiance you spit in his face, “fuck you!”

The smirk that stretches his chapped lips is nothing short of evil, “oh I plan to.”

You scrunch your eyes shut as he leans in, the feel of his tongue against your cheek has a broken sob escaping you. But, as soon as you feel him pressed against you he’s gone.

Without his body to keep you upright you slide down the wall to the floor, hugging your knees tightly as you keep your eyes tightly closed. 

You can hear commotion until it all goes quiet. Yet you’re too shaken to open your eyes. 

“Princess, it’s okay.”

At the sound of Bucky’s voice your eyes shoot open. The man that had grabbed you is laid unconscious in a heap by the opposite wall and Bucky is crouched in front of you, his eyes wildly scanning over you. 

Without a second thought you fling yourself into his arms, your tears finally escaping as your body shakes with the force of your cries. 

“Shh, you’re okay, I’ve got you. You’re okay,” you hear Bucky’s voice whisper to you softly, his hand soothing up and down your back. You grip onto him tighter, the leather of his jacket scrunching in your fists as he lifts you gently and carries you from the room.

By the time he has you in the back of the car your crying has stopped and a quietness settles over you both. Without looking you know his eyes are constantly flicking to look at you in the rear view mirror. 

It’s not until he’s gotten you home and into your room that you finally speak.

“I’m sorry.”

You can tell he wasn’t expecting that, his eyes widening slightly as he sighs, running his hand down his face.

“This shit is exactly why I need you to listen to me,” he says slowly, you’re not sure if it’s to keep from scaring you or to keep his anger in check. 

“I know,” you whisper.

“I’m not trying to clip your wings here, princess,” he sighs, sitting next to you on your bed, “but when I say there’s a threat, it means there’s a threat.”

“You don’t have to pretend to care about me, I know it’s your job you care about,” you snap. Your shock and fear slowly morphing into anger and embarrassment at the situation. 

His breathy chuckle surprises you almost as much as his next words, “you clearly haven’t been paying attention, princess,” he murmurs, cupping your cheeks in his large hands as he guides you to look at him.

You’re so used to seeing Bucky with a frown on his face - let’s face it, you don’t make his life easy - that the softness he’s levelling you with now is hard to digest. 

“You’ve got me all wrong if you think I don't care about you.”

Your eyes widen at his admission, your heart pounding in your chest for a whole new reason. You can’t help as your eyes flick from his eyes to his lips, your tongue dampening your own in the process. Bucky’s eyes watch the movement and his eyes seem to darken. 

The two of you move almost in sync as your lips press together. He holds you with such a delicate touch, as if afraid you’ll break, and as much as you appreciate it, it’s not what you need right now. 

You make the move to straddle his thighs, your hands tangling in his hair as you press your lips harder against him - hoping he’d get what you need. Yet, his hands rest gently on your hips. 

Pulling back breathlessly you rest your forehead against his, “please make me forget, Bucky.”

He pulls back from you slightly, tucking your hair behind your ear, “princess, are you sure about this?”

You nod meekly, “I don’t want to feel his touch on me.”

Those are all the words Bucky needs to hear before he’s flipping you onto your back swiftly. His lips descending on yours in a passionate kiss as he slots himself between your thighs. The short dress you’re wearing settles around your hips but you don’t have it in you to feel shy as his lips scorch a path down your throat. 

“Fuck, princess, thought about this moment for so long,” he grunts, his fingers trailing up your bare thigh before pressing down on the front of your silk panties.

Your back arches at the contact as you tug on his hair to pull his lips back to yours. 

Bucky rubs you over your panties, swallowing the small whimpers coming from you.

“Please Bucky, need you,” you sob.

“Yeah, want my fingers, princess?” he teases, pulling your soaked panties to the side and groaning at how wet you are.

“Want your cock,” you plead, too wound up to feel embarrassed by how needy you sound, “please fuck me.”

You clench around nothing at the growl he lets out as he sits up quickly. He shrugs his leather jacket off, the black t-shirt underneath clinging to his muscular form. You watch as he undoes his belt, not even bothering to take it off before he’s pushing his jeans down just enough to release his hard cock. 

He smirks at the whimper you let out at the sight of him as he leans back over you, resting his weight on his metal arm as he grabs his cock. Your body jolts slightly as he taps the head on your sensitive clit.

“You ready, princess?” he whispers against your lips.

You wrap your legs around his hips, pulling his full weight onto you as you kiss him again, only parting from his lips when you feel him start to push into you. 

The stretch is delicious and you can’t stop the groan that falls from your lips as he slowly pushes into you fully. 

“So fucking tight,” he grunts above you, his breath fanning your neck, sending shivers down your spine. 

The low growl he lets out as he starts pulling back goes straight to your core as you clench around him. You’ve never felt so full, so complete, so safe. 

He pushes back in with a harsh thrust that has your back arching. The pace he sets is rough and fast - just what you need. 

You grip onto his shoulders, holding on as he pushes your body to pleasure you’ve only ever dreamed of. 

“Fuck, yes, right there,” you chant as he hits your spot with each thrust. 

“You like that, princess?” he grunts, his flesh hand wrapping gently around your throat - not enough to restrict your breathing but enough to send your heart soaring. “Gonna have to keep you stuffed with my cock to stop you running off.”

You whimper against his lips, “won’t do it again, I promise.”

“I know you won’t. Can’t lose you, princess.”

He kisses you with a ferocity that has you mind spinning. Your grip on him tightening as you come closer to your end. 

“Shit, Bucky, gonna cum,” you pant.

When his metal digits reach your clit it sets your whole body ablaze. You clench around him like a vice, causing his hips to stutter as he cums with a groan. 

The two of you lay there for a moment. Bucky’s face is tucked in your neck and you can feel his panting breath against your sweat slicked skin. 

“I mean it, you can’t do that again,” Bucky whispers after some time. The vulnerability in his voice has guilt stirring in the pit of your stomach.

You give his hair a gentle tug, hinting at him to look at you. When he does you rest your palm against his cheek, smiling at the way he leans into your touch.

“I promise, I’ll listen. It won’t happen again.”

Seemingly satisfied with your answer he leans down to capture your lips in a soft kiss before he sits up between your legs with a smirk, pulling his softening cock from your aching hole. 

“Well, now that you’re taken care of, I have a request to fulfil.”

You watch as he grips your panties, pulling them down your legs before spreading your thighs further, keeping them open with his shoulders.

“Buck, what are you doing?” you ask hesitantly.

He looks at you with a glint in his eye, “I seem to remember you saying ‘eat me, Barnes’.”

Thank you so much for reading! I hope you enjoyed this slice of bodyguard!Bucky ❤️ as always, comments and reblogs are super appreciated ✨❤️

Moon Sick: part one

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Tovar x Reader

Summary: Looking for an escape from a festival to celebrate the Blue Moon, he finds you interrupting his peace and quite. (Sex Pollen with a twist)

Rating: M

Warnings: 18+ only, sex pollen/moon magic, oral sex (m+f), fingering, vaginal sex, implied age gap, grumpy jerk Tovar/ soft baby Tovar. You get that sweet and that sour!😆 also Reader is kind of stupid but we love her anyway lol.

A.N.: I feel like all my time spent reading Lisa See novels is finally paying off lol. This was inspired by @absurdthirst 's fic Xinjiāo (HOT. SO 🔥 ) and the dreamy fairy tail Tower of Roses by Rzrcrst

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If there was a 'right side of the bed' to wake up on, Tovar had yet to discover it. Today was no exception to his perpetual foul mood, made worse than ever by the fervor around him. The whole population of the wall was in an excited frenzy the past few days, it started at a simmer now it turned to a full boil. Some ridiculous festival was occurring tonight, something about the moon, peasant superstitions that he didn't give a damn about, he just wanted peace and quiet.

He reluctantly sat at the long tables in the feasting hall. Wanting to just take his congee to his chambers and escape the noise but he was pulled into a conversation with his strange companion, Ballard. Tovar shoveled his food in his mouth with the occasional grunt and grumble to show the man he was listening, though barely.

A loud eruption of celebratory drum beats began to echo through the air, causing the plates on the table to rattle and the din of conversation around him to escalate to cheers of the soldiers as they began banging on the table. Tovar could only swear and rub his temples, the noise doing his skull in.

"You're in a foul mood." Ballard rasped."More than usual I should say."

"These damn superstitious peasants, they'll find any reason to have a damn festival." Tovar spat.

"Like you dont enjoy a reason to drink and revel."

"I prefer to drink alone." A small fire cracker exploded on the other side of the hall causing more of a ruckus,"Saints above, one more noise and I swear-"

"Good morning!" You practically sang as you sat down next to Ballard, setting your breakfast down,"Did either of you see that sun rise this morning! I've never seen the sky so pink!" Tovar grummbled while rubbing his temples,"Oh! Ballard the eggs in the sparrows nest by my window finally hatched."

"Is that so?" Ballard said with a gentle grin, amused by Tovars mutterings in Spanish.

"Yup, five little baby birds. I cant think of a better wake up call than baby birds-"

"SHUT UP!" Tovar snapped, his hand slamming down on the table making the plates and you jump. He glared at you, the nostrils of his sharp nose flared, teeth gritted. Your mouth fell open as your wide eyes met his. "Its bad enough the constant noise around me, I'm not listening to you prattle on about your girlish childish nonsense."

You let out a scoff, brows furrowed as you were taken aback. He was always so mean to you, rude, dismissive. You always had tried to extend an olive branch, trying your best to give him a touch of kindness hopeing it'll make his hard shell soften. It was a useless persuit, you knew, but you held on to hope. You frowned, and took in a deep breath as you placed your hands on the table as you stood.

"You know, Tovar," you sighed, looking away from him. Your face turning warm, eyes stinging with tears you dare not shed in front of him, knowing he'd only taunt you for it."I dont know why I try with you." You nearly whispered as you gathered your food, and made your way to where The Cranes sat.

Tovar turned back to his food, his eyes glancing up to discreetly watch you as the other women eagerly made room for you. Ballard scowled at him.

"Now was that really necessary?" He asked.

Tovar chose to ignore him, as he ripped apart a red bean bun, and shoved it into his mouth, chewing it like a cow chewing cud. Ballard shook his head.

"Do you really wish for peace and quiet tonight?" He asked, and was met with a nod from Tovar, who surprisingly didnt speak with his mouth full. Ballard sighed and thought for a moment, pausing to briefly glance over his shoulder towards you, then back to Tovar. He leaned into the table," I know a place you can go tonight that will be as quiet as the grave."

Tovar's eyes went wide, as he desperately leaned in "Where? Where?"

"A small pond not far from here, maybe a half mile from the wall-"

"Your asking me to go back out there!?" Tovar scoffed as he pointed behind him, to where not even five months ago he was nearly torn to shreds by monsters.

Ballard sighed and rubbed his face,"The OTHER side of the Wall, Tovar."

Tovar's eyes shifted,"Oh, right."

"If you come to my chambers I'll show you exactly where on one of my maps."

"Do other people know of this place?"

"Oh yes, it's very well known, especially among women-"

"And how will I be 'alone' if it's well known?" Tovar grumbled," I want to be completely away from-" another fire cracker snapped followed by more hoots and hollers,"That." He spat.

"They think its cursed, or enchanted rather."

Tovar rolled his eyes and smirked, for once the superstitions of the people around him went in his favour. Ballard tried to warn him of the enchantments, but Tovar stopped him, not needing to know anymore. He was going to be in complete isolation this night and that was all that mattered.

That evening after the sun was completely set, before the moon fully rose, and the celebration began Tovar was already saddled up and ready. It was a short journey on horse back useing a lantern to read the map Ballard provided. He followed the old cobbled road that led from the gates of The Wall until he found the trail. It was a narrow worn dirt path most wouldn't even notice that cut into a thick patch of woods nestled between rocky clifs. The trees were so overgrown he had to dismount and lead his horse by the reign. He made his way by dim lamplight, ducking and nudging branches. A rustle in the overgrowth drew his attention, makeing him reach for his weapon, his horse whinned at the sudden stop. Before he could unsheath his dagger a fox scampered out of the tree line, it froze in the light of the lanturn before dissapering into the woods. He sheathed his knife with a smirk, laughing at himself for being startled by a harmless fox, and continued on. As we went further he tried to ignore the feeling he might have gotten lost, until he heard the sound of water running over stone, and a strong musky scent filled his lungs. The tree line thinned until he emerged on the other side. He had to stifle his gasp as he took in the sight before him; a beautiful moonlit oasis nesstled in the rocky terrain.

The moon shone bright and full in the clear sky, bathing the pond before him in heavenly blue light. Its reflection blinding in the still dark water. A gentle waterfall fed it, streaming from the clifs sides hiding the pool. Thick vines of blooming jasmine clung to the smooth rocks of the clif side and the boulders that rested at the waters edge. The air was thick with the perfume of the beautiful white flowers that grew all around him. Their scent invadeing his sense, makeing him feel nearly dizzy.

He grinned to himself, and pondered how a place this heavenly and tranquil be cursed? He had to utter a small laugh as he removed his satchel and tied his horses reign to a tree. The sound of crickets and the occasional peep of a frog where the only thing to disturb him as he streached out on the bank of the pond. He felt the tension he always held in his muscles fade as he gazed up at the sky, eyes fixed on the large moon in the sky.

It didn't take long for him to start feeling warm, fidgeting in his leather armor, the hairs on the back of his neck growing damp. He soon found himself in the pond, his clothes piled in the grass, the water a sweet relief to the mild warmth throughout his body. He stood in the middle of the pond,the water lapping at his shoulders. He heard the whinny of his horse behind him, but he ignored it, it was probably just that fox from earlier sniffing around startling it. He looked up to the moon, he'd never seen it so big in the sky before, he felt almost hypnotized by its glow.

"What the hell?" A feminine voice snarled behind him. He wiped around and found you on the bank of the pond, clad in a long dark silk robe, a knapsack on your back.

"YOU!" the two of you snapped, "ME?"

"What are you-" he began before you cut him off.

"No no, what are YOU doing here-"

"How did you know I'd be-"

"I didn't know you'd be here! Why would I be here if i knew you'd be here?"you snapped.

"Who even told you about this place?"

"Who told you?" You retorted.

"What's it to you?"

"To me? This is my spot!" You snapped.

"You're spot?" Tovar scoffed, "you don't own this place."

"Well neither do you." You snapped, arms crossed.

"I was here first."

"No, I was here first," you huffed," I've been here every full moon. It's my thing. Now your here. Ruining it! Like you ruin everything!"

"Every full moon? What, do you come here to turn into the Demon that you are?"

"No!" You snap, sitting down on a boulder, your knees drawn up to your chest, arms around your legs.

"Why then?" Tovar mocked as he made his way closer to the bank of the water, stopping when the water hit his mid torso. Your eyes glanced over to him, you tried to ignore how the drops of water rolled down his chest, the moon light bathing his damp skin in blue light, making him glow. Tired to ignored how heat pooled in your belly as you pulled your eyes away.

"W-why what?" You pouted.

"Why do you come here so often?"

You felt your face burn,"N-none of your business."

He laughed to himself, you didn't have to look to know he was smirking to himself,"Oh I see, you're embarrassed by why you come here, hm? Must be somthing quite scandalous then to make you so flustered."

" I'm not flustered! I'm angry!" You snapped, looking to his grining face as he moved closer, the water hitting him lower and lower until he stopped. Your breath hitched as you watched how the water lapped at his hips, how water dripped from the soft hairs just below his belly button. Your eyes flitted from his exposed hips up to his mocking face. You turned and reached for your knapsack.

"I bet I can guess." He taunted as you rummaged through your bag,"I bet you come here, so you can have a little bit of privacy-" you cautiously look to him, before he grinned even wider," Privacy so you can play with that evil little pussy of yours."

You grumbled and turned back to your bag.

"Don't mind me," Tovar laughed," you can go right ahead, I could use a little show-"

"I come here to cry you...you...braying jackass!" You snapped at him. He tensed as you sniffled and rummaged through your bag, pulling out a wine bottle. You pulled the cork out with your teeth, and spit it out before taking a swig. You looked back to him with a pout,"Well, go ahead. Make fun of me. Mock me. Call me a Child I dont care.-"

"I'm sorry." He said softly, looking down, shoulders falling a punch of guilt hitting his stomach.

You looked to him as he made his way to where you sat on the rock. You quickly looked away before he was fully exposed to your eyes, taking another sip of wine. He leaned against the boulder you sat on, staring up at you, you quickly brushed away a tear, not wanting him to see.

He called to you softly, wanting you to look him in the his eyes. Tentatively you glanced to him. His eyes seemed to sparkle in the dark, they appeared soft somehow. Something you'd never think you'd ever see in his eyes.

"I'm sorry," he repeated softly. You were almost shocked, you'd never heard him sound so soft, so kind. His hand reached out and touched your bare ankle, gliding his rough thick fingers up your smooth skin,"what makes you cry?"

You wiped your face again as another tear rolled down. You studied his face, convinced this was some kind of act.

"I just..." you began softly,"I miss home." He made a soft grunt, and gave a nod as if he understood. You turned towards him, scooting a little closer,"I just...I want to go home."

He looked down, frowning as he stroked your calf." I understand." He said quietly.

You blink, unsure of what to make of his softness finally comeing through. Maybe it was because you two were alone, no men around to chide him for showing vulnerability.

"You do?" You sniff, smiling with a little relief. His eyes flipped up to yours, practically glittering in the moonlight, making your heart skip a beat.

"Of course." He purred, brows furrowed, his hand leaving your calf while you smiled,"its perfectly understandable, for a child to miss home."

Your stomach dropped as he snatched the bottle from your hand with a grin on his face. You gasped as you tried to grab it back from him but he had already slipped into the water. He took a deep swig before grimacing and nearly spat it out. He looked from the bottle to you, muttering in Spanish.

"The hell is this shit?" He spat.

"Its sweet plum wine." You sighed,"Your ment to sip it, not chug it like cheap ale. It's too sweet for that." You reached back into your bag," you can keep that bottle, you heathen. I brought two."

You held it up with a triumphant laugh and you think you see a smirk on his face but it was short lived. You felt the bottle slip from your hands. Before you could even try to catch it you heard the distinct plunk of it falling into the black water. You leaned over the rock desperately hopeing to find it in the moonlight, but it was to no avail. There was no way you'd find it. You sigh in frustration and turn, knees to your chest as you just give up and cry.

Tovar took another sip from the bottle, and tried to ignore the sound of you sniffling. He turned his back to you, gazing up into the moon, trying to listen to the sound of the ever present summer crickets, the musky scent of the jasmine vines filled his lungs as he took a deep breath, making him dizzy again. He heard a soft sob come from you, his stomach twisting. He bit his lip and tentatively looked over his shoulder to you. Your body shaking as you quietly cried. He swore under his breath, and slowly made his way closer to you.

He called to you, softly.

"Just leave me alone." You cried.

"Please. Look to me, hermosa." He said, not knowing why he called you that, not caring. You turned, your eyes puffy, your face wet with tear making your face sparkle like a jewel in the moonlight. He took a sharp breath, how did he just only now realize how beautiful you were. If he didn't know you, he'd swear you were some kind of angel, or a fairy, some beautiful other worldly creature ment to only tempt men into ruin. He shook his head trying to clear it, it must be the wine getting to him. He cleared his throat,"I'm willing to share."

You frowned," How generous to share something that doesn't even belong to you."

"Technically, this dosnt belong to you either, I know you stole this from the kitchens." He said with a grin, you opened your mouth to challenge him but he was right. You did steal it. "Cmon. Stop your crying, join me. The water is warm, and there's plenty room for the both of us."He added.

You thought for a moment. "Will you promise not to peek?"

He felt himself stir, just now realizing you were naked beneath your robe. A soft breeze swept over the pool, causing the surface to ripple, the leaves of the trees rustle gently as your hair was softly blew across your face. He took a deep breath, the pollen of the jasmine invading his scenes. He reached up and pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to steady himself. He cleared his throat, "no, hermosa," he nearly groaned," I wont.." he felt a few beads of sweat break out across his forehead, "I wont peek."

"Are you okay?" You asked as he turned.

"Fine, fine, just-" he paused for a moment, not knowing what to blame his sudden dizzying feeling,"must be this damn wine. You should have stolen ale."

"Well, next time I decide to spend some time alone I'll ask you what you want to drink first."

He let out a small laugh, and shook his head. The sound of the water sloshing caused a chill to run up his spine, his back going straight, his breath hitching as he tries not to think about how you were currently naked behind him. He rose the bottle to his lips, his hands shaking slightly. He nearly jumped out of his skin when he felt a tap on his shoulder. He steadied himself before turning around. He gritted his teeth hard, and had to stifle a groan.

Your arms were crossed over your exposed chest. You looked unsure, scared, like a frightened rabbit. He didn't want you to feel timid under his gaze, he wanted you to drop your arms. Let him see you, feel you skin slip underneath his rough hands.

"Tovar?" You asked," you look...unwell."

You reach out with one hand still across your chest, and touched the back of your hand to his forehead. He let out a groan at the feel, his eyes slipping shut, as he began to nuzzle your skin. "Your burning up."

He let out a shaky breath, his throat and mouth going dry from the mere touch of your hand. He took hold of your hand, fighting the urge to place kisses upon it, kiss up your arm, to your neck, to your soft lips. You take back your hand quickly and snatched the wine from him. Turning your back to him, as you sip. His eyes slipped over your bare back and he bit back a wimper, taking another sharp breath through his nose as he felt himself stir. He couldn't do anything to stop it, he was starting to ache. He scooped up some water and splashed his face. Bring him back to the ground, he didn't want you. You were annoying, and too chipper, weak. You weren't enough for him, he needed a warrior like himself, someone harden. In fact he didnt need anyone, he only needed himself. Then you looked over your shoulder to him.

"Tovar?" You asked,"what's wrong?"

He snatched the bottle from you, taking another swig, not caring about the sweetness, just needing a distraction. He growled as he looked at you, he wanted to smell you, taste you. The jasmine musk so potent in the air, reminding him of something primal, the scent so familiar. Womanly. That distinct smell that made him groan, his mouth garnering moisture, no longer dry, but practically salivating over the thought of his nose pressed into your most private of areas. The sound of your phantom crys ringing in his ears.

He was so transfixed he didnt even feel you take the wine back from him, he stood frozen in the water, eyes locked on you. Locked and dark, blown out to near black. His breath leaving him in deep pants through his nose, chest rising heavily before falling with each breath. Your eyes, your beautiful glittering gemstone eyes, shone like stars in the dark sky, were wide. Your lips , so soft and sweet were calling to him. Your voice like a psalm being sung at mass, his name a prayer. He wanted to make you scream it. The world around blurred, falling away, the sounds of crickets and the trickle of the water fall dieing away. All he saw and heard was you.

While he was zoned out you snapped your fingers in front of his face, confused you called to him. You gave his shoulder a shake, barely budging him as he stared at you, his teeth grinding, neck straining. You called to him again.

"You're starting to scare me," you said softly," stop playing around."

He let out a low groan, and shook his head,"I'm not 'playing'." He took your hand in both of his, bringing the back of your hand to his cheek. His eyes slipping shut as he hissed as your cool hand rested against his scared and stubbled face. He peppered your hand with kisses. "Your skin is like the softest silk...i could touch it, kiss it, feel it for hours."

You stared at him, looking over your shoulder convinced he was talking to someone behind you, his hand cupped your chin, forcing your confused face to look up to him.

"Tovar, what the hell are you doing? Is this your idea of a joke? Because it's not funny."

He grabbed you by the back of the neck, gripping your wrist with his other hand, pulling you flush against him. You gasped, and tried to push your self away from his grasp, but his strong hands grabbed on to your hip and back. Your face mere inches from his, his pelvis flat against your belly.

"Does THIS feel like a joke to you, Hermosa?" He growled as he glared down at you through slitted eyes. You gasped, jaw falling open as you felt the unmistakable feeling of his hardened cock against you. You froze, not knowimg what to do. He had to be pulling some sly trick on you. Just a few moments ago he was calling you a child, now you were naked, flush against each other and he was practically begging for you.

He looked down to your bare chest and whimpered, actually wimperd as he took you in.

"Oh, Mi Vida," he sighed in his gruff voice," you have no idea how beautiful you look." You could barely squeak out a response," the moonlight on your skin...on those perfect tits," his hand glided up from your hip, up to cup your breast. That's when you'd had enough.

You took used all your strength and shoved him off you.

"Thats not funny, Tovar!" You snapped, treading the water back to the shoreline. "One minute you hate me, taunt me, now you're groping me? Acting like you want to woo me, like I'm some stupid maiden who will fall for any-" you were yanked back, Tovar pulling you to him. You scoweld up at him, hopeing he feels how offended you were. But his face was set in stone, serious and grim. His eyes burning, his breath shallow and feirce. He leaned down to you, his nose brushing your cheek, makeing you shudder inspite of yourself. You turn your face from him, a soft breath of his name leaving your mouth as his lips ghosted up your neck. You squrim as you feel his stubble scrape you, while his soft lips soothe. You feel a deep pull in your belly, a clench so feirce it makes you cry out when he whispers your name into your ear.

"W-why are you doing this?" You pant, eyes squeezed shut as he begins to kiss you. "Why now? Why here?"

"I've always wanted this." He confessed, his fingers burrowing into your hair, pulling you gently to his chest. Embracing you, kissing the top of your head, while he grips you. You were taken aback, both from his words, and his soft touches. His fierce demenoir melted away,"always....always wanted you. Needed you." He sighed,"couldn't admit it."

You pull away enough to meet his gaze, your eyes stinging on the verge of tears. "Why?"

He cupped your face, caloused fingers brushing away tear drops from your face as his forehead rests gently against yours. He shut his eyes, and took a long breath.

"Pride. Ego." He sighed,"Fear?"

You reached your hand to his, your other still wrapped around the bottle of wine.

"Fear of what?" You asked softly.

He took a long moment, thinking, bracing himself. He dipped his head down, almost in shame. His hands once again made their way to your waist, as he leaned his his head down to your shoulder.

"Fear that you'd turn me away." He said against your shoulder." Fear that you wouldn't turn me away." He was quiet for a moment,"Fear that I'd lose you."

"Lose me?" Your eyes fluttering shut as he kissed your neck, occasionally nipping your skin.

"If I didn't care about you it wouldn't hurt as much if...you were.." he sighed heavily,"dont make me say it , Mi Amor."

You felt like you were punched in the chest, it took you a few deep breaths before you were able to speak.

"Tovar I-"

"Pero." He said firmly, his face meeting yours, his eyes wet,"Just...call me Pero."

You nodded. "Pero....just kiss me-"

He attacked your lips, groaning into your mouth as you easily opened to him. His hands gripped you everywhere he could, while your one hand gripped his short hair. He grasped your ass harshly, making you groan into his mouth before he knelt slighty, grabbing the back of your thighs. He hoisted you up, your arms wrapped around his neck as he continued to kiss you, legs around his waist. You gasped as his hardened cock ground against your core.

He took the opportunity to attack your neck, gazing his teeth along the delicate skin before soothing it with his tounge and lips. You smiled, as you moaned, never did you think you'd be in this situation. Never thought Pero would hold you like this, kiss you like this. It was bliss. He kissed up your neck until he got to your jaw, giving you a few nibbles before he captured your lips again. Placing a few sloppy kisses there until he needed to take a breath, his eyes shut, while he gave a deep rumbley laugh, his lips curled into an honest to God smile.

You brought the wine bottle to your lips, taking a sip. He looked to you, and gave a nod to the bottle. You laughed as you poured some into his waiting mouth. He swallowed and grinned, hiking you up higher onto his tosro. Pulling the bottle from your hands. He gave you a wink with his scared eye, before tipping the bottle towards your lips, missing them entirely, pouring the sweet liquid all down your chin and on to your breasts. You're shocked call of his name was cut short when the last of the bottle emptied on to you, he dropped the bottle and his mouth descended onto your chest. Lapping up every spilled drop. He shifted you, palming your breast with one hands, his mouth latching on to your other breast.

You bite your lip, and stifle a moan, your core aching now. Needing his touch, you ground agaisnt him, needing more. You sighed his name, as he let go of your breasts. He gripped you, hoisting you bridal style as he made his way to the waters edge, kissing you as he made his way. He sat you down gently, reaching into his satchel and pulling out his traveling cloak, spreading it out on the ground.

He waved you over to him, beckoning you to lay down. You took his hand as he helped you down onto the rough fabric.

"Im sorry," Tovar said softly as he knelt down beside you, slowly laying down on his side,"you deserve better than my filthy cloak on a hard ground. But I couldn't think of sullying your silk robe," he rested his forearm bedside your head, his other hand busy careesing your thigh, your side."you deserve a feather bed, soft sheets, a warm fire."he nuzzled your cheek, before allowing his hand to slip between your legs, roaming over the damp curls there, his middle finger slipped between your folds, finding that bundle of nerves that makes you gasp.

Your eyes slip shut as he watches you sigh, you caress his neck, his arm. Whisper his name, a small groan leaving him at the sound of it.

"I would kill just to hear you sigh my name," he placed harsh kisses to your lips, your neck, subtly shifting to lay on top of you," to feel your skin," his fingers left your core, spreading your thighs to make room for him,"to feel your wetness, wet for me," he kissed between your breasts, down your stomach,"just to taste you, smell you, devour you." He stopped and looked up to you, his brows furrowed in anger,"Has any man devoured you, Mi Vida? Tasted you? Brought you to bliss from their tounge?"

You caught your breath, you weren't a virgin, but you wouldn't call yourself experienced. Men took their pleasure from you; cads you met in taverns, frauds and liars that promisd you love but left you heartbroken. Never had a man looked to you like this. You shook your head,"no." You admitted shyly.

He growled," Fools. All of them" he aggressively kissed your thigh muttering to himself about how they were basterds and whore sons for never making you quake beneath them.

He dipped his head down, his nose nestling in your curls, inhaling you. He moaned, and fought the urge to grind his now aching cock into the cloak, just to garner some relief. You smelled the same as the jasmines that surrounded the two of you. Musky, sweet, beautiful. It made him near dizzy from lust, aching for the feel of you, the taste of you.

His tounge darted out, running up your slit, your back arching from the teasing sensation of the tickle. You squrimed beneath him, his thumbs parting your folds before he dipped his tounge back in, piercing your entrance. You gasped, and gripped his hair, never having felt this before, never receiving this attention before. His head moved as he lapped at your folds, and you were transfixed. Leaning on one elbow looking down at him, his eyes were shut, his tounge thick as he stroked you with it. You groaned, thighs shaking. His eyes snapped open, burning into yours as he flashed his teeth in a murderous grin. He leaned closer, and ran the tip of his tounge around that sweet pearl, makeing you jerk, he laughed softly to himself. Grinning like a cat that got the cream before he wrapped his lips around it, and sucked.

You cried out, thighs shaking harder, a warm pull in your belly forming, he moaned at the sound of your cries, the vibrations makeing you clamp your thighs on his head. He pushed them apart as he lapped and sucked at you, growling as your voice echoed against the trees. Your hand pulling his hair, his fingers slid into you, curling, thrusting into you. You whined, actually whined as he did what you could only describe as torture. You were about to crest, a feeling your only used to bringing upon yourself. This felt different, deeper, harder. You bucked as he tried so hard to keep you steady, growling in frustration. He pulled back, ignoring your cry, as he slapped your thigh hard to keep still, immediately diving back into your core like a man starved.

He sucked one last time, and that was it. Your back arched, as you went rigid, your heels digging into the ground as your voice cracked as you cried out nonsense. You think you were trying to cry his name, but you couldn't think, only writhe and cry as he lapped up everything you spilled for him, watching you as your head was thrown back. Groaning as you pulled his hair hard, pulling him off you as it became too much. You quivered, and ran a shaky hand over your face as you drew in a gasp of air. Your fingertips running down your neck, over your breast. When you finally came back to reality you heard Tovar sigh.

"Look at you," he said more to himself than you,"laying so undone by just my tounge." You wimpered," Imagine what bliss my cock will bring you."

"Oh God." You gasped.

"Your glowing," his hands carresed your still shaking thigh,"you have no idea how heavenly you look under the light of the full moon." You opened your eyes and swallowed hard, finally finding a steady breath." I'm envious of the moon. How its rays carress every inch of your skin all at once. The honor it has to do such a thing. If only I could."

"Oh my God, Pero." You sigh, sitting up" I don't know what's gotten into you tonight."you wrap your arms around his neck as you shifted to your knees, fingers tracing the bulging veins in his neck, makeing him groan. Your hands travel down his scared chest, down his stomach, till you found his hardened cock beneath your fingertips.

He grabbed your hand, and sublty shook his head,"No, mi vida, I don't wish to spill in your hands." He breathed.

You bit your lip, looking him in the eyes," I...I just..I just want a taste of you, Pero. Just a taste." He groaned out your name, head lulling to side as you gently stroked him, gathering the beads leaking from the tip and working it down the shaft. "Please? And then you can have me however you want."

He took in a deep breath before nodding. You dipped down, running your thumb over the tip of him, making him repress a sigh, before whispering your name as your tounge ran over the slit. Tasting the beads that leaked from there, before sinking down as far as you could with out gagging. His fingers gripped through your hair, roamed over your shoulders and back as he tried hard to refrain from thrusting. Your tounge carresed him, tracing the thick vein that ran up him, before suckling at the tip.

He gritted his teeth, trying to keep from pushing you back down by your hair. He wimpered your name before it was enough indulgence. He pulled you from him, his chest heaving. You look up to him, his eyes pleading.

"I need you." He nearly whispered," need to feel you, need to take you."

You swallow the taste of him, "I'm yours." He captured your lips as he pushed you down onto your back, his tounge invading you, tasting yourself, him tasting himself. Your legs wrapped around his narrow waist, arms caressing every inch you could touch. You turned your head to catch your breath,"I've always been yours." You confess, as he took himself in his hand,"you could've had me at anytime," you sigh at the feel of him running the head of his cock up and down your folds. Gathering wettness before he nudged your entrance." You just had to take me. I always wanted-" you were cut off with a gasp of his name as he pushed in. Slowly, inch by inch. You felt every bit of him, every vein, ridge, everything agaisnt your slick walls. Your nails digging in to his back, makeing him groan into your ear.

Once he pushed as far as he could he paushed, letting you feel him. His breath hot against your neck.

"How- how does it feel?" You asked him, your voice barely a whisper."Tell me. Do I feel good? Please tell me I feel good"

He shuddered, his hand gripping your hip firmly, he panted for a few moments,"Nev-," he stifled a groan as you involuntarily clenched around him,"Never have I felt a cunt this tight...this wet...oh mi vida. Are you ready? Please tell me your ready-"

"Im ready," you nearly beg,"please I'm so ready I-" your voice dies as he pulls out, only to slam back in, your voice returning only to moan louder than you ever had. "Pero," you cry,"please, keep going dont be gentle, just take me. As hard as you can. Please."

He grunted and shifted resting on an elbow by your head, looking down at you through hooded faded eyes, his teeth gritted as he begins to set a pace. Steady at first makeing you whimper, until he sped up, getting rougher, harsher. His breath leaving in pants, your voice a constant cry of his name as he brushed a spot inside you you've never known was there. The sound of skin on skin was vulgar, sinful, but you didn't care.

You reached between you and him, finding your clit. Circling as you felt yourself nearing another climax.

"Are you close?" He panted as he trusted. You could only nod, eyes squeezed shut. A cry left you as you felt his weight leave you, his cock slipping from you. You grabbed him, trying to keep him on you, but you were met with a sharp slap to your thigh. Making you yelp. "On your side, Mi Amor."

"What?" You pant, but he pushed you on to your side, laying himself behind you, he hooked your thigh over his, his other arm slipping around your torso keeping you flush against him. You smiled and sighed as he kissed your neck, slipping easily back into your core. His groans hot against your ear.

The new angle making you cry out as he grazed that spot inside you again. His speed increasing, his voice becoming grunts as he bucked into you, sweating like a stallion. You reached back and gripped his hair, making him growl through gritted teeth.

"Pero, please," you panted," Im so close, please-"

His hand left your thigh and reached down to where you two met. Circling you, makeing you cry, whimper, you shook against him practically screaming him name as you crested again. He held you firm, his voice breaking as his hips studdered, until he gasped your name in your ear. You felt him spill inside you, felt him soften, his grip on you losening, until he slumped against you. His softening cock still inside you, twitching, making you sigh.

You're not sure how long you laid in a heap, deep pants filled the air mixing with the sound of the summer crickets. Sweat drying on your skin from the warm air. Eventually he slipped from you, a soft groan from his lips, a sigh from you, the evidence of him dripping from you. You roll over, nestling into him. He placed soft kisses against your face, soft words in your ear, soft touches.

You laid together, slipping in and out of sleep until he urged you up. Half dazed you let him guide you up, bracing yourself against him as he helped you back into the water, until you were thigh deep. He scooped up water, and assisted cleansing you while you kissed his neck. Leading you back, he helped you into your robe, tieing it for you, kissing you. You leaned agaisnt the boulder, watching him dress.

The rest of the time came back only in bits and pieces. You nestling against him side saddled on his horse, yours following behind, its reigns teetherd to his horses saddle. Him helping you down in the stables of the Great Wall. Him carrying you to his chambers, nestling into his bunk. Him urging you to sleep, only to be awoken with his weight on top of you.

"Im sorry, Mi Amor, I just need you one more time , before I leave you for the day."

You groaned and urged him to fill you again, half awake as his breath was hot agaisnt you once again, muttering sweet words while you were in sleepy bliss, your eyes gazing out the window by his bed, the sun beginning to rise. You crested suddenly, gently, triggering him. He kissed you again.

"Sleep ,Mi Amor. Rest." You tired to sit up, it was time for your shift to begin as well, but he only pushed you back."No, you need sleep." He said softly," I'll tell them your ill."

You were going to argue, but you slipped back into sleep.

A few hours later you rose, the sun high in the sky, your core aching, your brain fuzzy. You cleaned yourself with the water and rag on the wash stand. After you made your way to your own chambers, as discreetly as possible, you washed fully. Trying to erase evidence of your encounter from the night and morning, and dressed in your armor. Your stomach growled, it had to be time for mid day tea from the sound of the drums and the bustle coming from the halls.

You slipped your way into the crowd, until you were in the feasting hall. Your eyes scanned the tables for Pero, wanting to be near him, but you felt someone take your arm.

"There you are!" A friendly voice laughed at your side, "we were looking for you all last night!"

You smile, your closest friend, a member of the Cranes, Shu, was pulling you towards the other woman at the Cranes table. You glanced around as you were led, finally spotting Tovar, he was talking excitedly to William and Ballard. His eyes darting around until he noticed you, he sat up straight, eyes wide. Your face felt warm, and you shyly smile to him. He grinned to you, winking his scared eye at you as you were urged to take a seat with the other women.

"It was so much fun, I can't believe you missed it!" Shu continued, scooping rice and vegetables into a bowl, topping it with pork in a sweet chili sauce, and passing it to you. She speared a few dumplings from the middle of the table placeing it on a plate and handing it to you as well. You don't know how she knew you were starving but she knew. "Where were you? Oh wait," she laughed, fixing herself a bowl and plate for herself." let me guess. At the pond again?"

You poured tea for her, then yourself, clearing your throat,"um...yeah, tell me about the party." You asked trying to change the subject. "What did I miss?"

"Oh you know, music, fireworks, drinking, the most amazing dumplings and whole roasted pigs. You would have loved it," she gave you a pout,"I wish you were there! Why did you go to that damned pond again?"

"I dont know, I just don't like crowds." You shifted in your seat, greedily eating the food your friend fixed for you. You could tell she was eyeing you suspiciously. You couldn't keep anything from her. She could read you like a book.

You'd been friends since you arrived, quickly bonding when you discovered she spoke English. You became close after the defeat of the monsters, a few weeks into your stay she declared you her Laotong, your 'old same', close as sisters, bonded forever. Nothing was kept from either of you, so now she knew something was a miss.

Her eyes went wide and a small gasp left her lips, "You weren't alone were you?"

You shifted your eyes, shoveling more food into your mouth.

"It was a man wasn't it?" She teased.

A few of the other women looked up from their bowls or haulted their conversations to look to you and Shu. You sipped your bitter tea, ignoreing how hot it was.

"Who?" Shu giggled, grabbing your arm,"tell me, I'll die if I dont know!"

You looked to her and cleared your throat,"um..." you glanced behind you, to a few tables away, where Tovar sat eating. His eyes boring into you. Shu looked as well, her eyes scanning the crowd.

"Who? Who?" Her eyes landed on the table with Tovar, seeing how he was looking at you, the way his lips cruled into a knowing grin. Her eyes went wide as she quickly turned away, her mouth hanging open. "Tovar?" She gasped, getting the attention of more of the women. You turned to her, shushing her.

"Please dont-"

One of the women across from you spoke to Shu, questioning what was wrong in Mandarin. Which Shu quickly answered before you could stop her. The women across dropped her chopsticks, the girl beside her tugged her sleeve and she quickly shared the information. You groaned as one by one the whole table found out, small gasps and laughs hummed over the table.

"Uuugh, Shu!" You whined, you loved Shu, but damn her blabbering mouth, Shu offered you another pork dumpling her cheeks pink.

"Sorry." She grimaced, you let out a small laugh at her peace offering, you couldn't stay mad at her.

After your mid day meal you found yourself in the Women's Chamber with the other Cranes. In any other home in this country this palce was where the ladies of the house would practice embroidery, host their friends with tea and Mah Jong, and pretty much that occurred here as well, except along with embroidery, tea, and games, the women sparred, fixed their weapons, and had a go at target practice with their bows.

A few of the women sat around you and Shu, some adjusted their spears, or helped mend their friends robes outside of it, but still listened in. Tea was passed around, sweet cakes, and fruit. Shu held the robe of a fellow Crane, fixing the embroidery that was coming unraveled.

You sipped on the jasmine tea that was being passed around. The scent of the hot drink brought back every event from the night before, makeing your face warm.

"Soo..," Shu grinned," Tell me everything!"

A few of the women giggled beside you.

"I...I don't know...where to start-"

Shu stopped you," Did you 'Test the machete'?"

You blinked at her,"I don't understand."

She thought for a moment, "Bed business."

"Oh, oh." You giggled."Yes."

Shu smiled,"How was his weapon?"

"His weapon was imposing." You laughed," and he was muscled like a stallion."

One of the women beside you sighed.

"Was his aim true?"

"Very true, he was an expert marksman."

One of the other girls asked Shu something,"Ok, did he find the pearl within your oyster?"

"Yes."

"How?"

"With his fingers, and his tounge."

"AIYA!" She exclaimed with a laugh,"lucky girl! So, he was just there? Waiting for you?"

"No," you said snagging a red bean bun as a plate was being passed around," He didnt know I'd be there. He was really angry I was there, actually."

"But he layed with you, how did he go from angry to...lust filled?"

You shruggd as you bit into the sweet bun,"I dont know, one minute he was calling me a child,then we were drinking wine in the pool, and the next thing I knew he couldn't keep his hands off me."

"Odd." Shu said," Do you think the wine got to him?"

"I dont think so, wine usually kills men's ability to...perform their...bed business."

Shu thought for a moment,"unless.."

"Unless what?"

"The Blue Moon," she gasped," like the story."

A murmer went over the women beside you.

"Story? What story? What does the moon have to do with it?"

She sighed," There's a story attached to that pond." She began," The Tale of the Saddened Bride."

You chewed your bun hesitantly, not really liking the sound of the tale.

"So, long ago, a young girl came from a home that was not that rich, but not that poor. Her feet were not that small, but not that big. And she married a man who was not so rich, but not so poor. He also was not that kind, but not that mean.

She was desperately unhappy in her new home. Her Mother in Law cruel, demanding a Grand Son, but her husband paid her no mind. He gave her no affection, gave her no gifts, and never visited her at night. So every full moon when once more her red flower would bloom, when her Mother in Law beat her for ruining her bed with her blood, she would go to the cliff side, among the jasmine vines and cry. She cried every month, cried so much that her tears began to form a pool.

When one day the Moon showed twice in one month her husband came to her chambers, only to find her missing. He ventured out until he found her, crying by the pond she made with her tears. He scolded her, 'I never beat you!' He yelled, 'I feed you! Clothe you! And still you cry!'

She only wiped her face and told him 'Yes, but you don't love me.' When the moonlight fell upon her tears he was suddenly struck by her beauty. He took her in his arms and cried too. He was must have been blind to her beauty, her charms, he felt like a fool. He vowed to love her fully from then on. Have her want for nothing. And that night they made a son-"

You nearly choked on your tea, one of the women patted your back as Shu continued over your coughing.

"Not just one son, dozens.-"

"Dozens!!!?" You gasped only to be shushed.

"Her wish came true," Shu continued,"he loved her. Attended to her every need, wrapped her in the finest silks, gave her the most beautiful combs for her hair. But it soon began to bore her, and she became sad again. And he became mad with rage, he gave her everything but still she made her way to the pond to cry. He became jealous of everyone. Convinced someone was stealing her affections from him. He blamed his servants, his own sons, he went mad, convinced the Moon itself was stealing his bride from him. In a blind rage he followed her to the pond where he watched her cry in to the pool, the moonlight touching every inch of her, places only HE had the right to touch, he vowed then and there to destroy it-"

You bolted up, cold sweat breaking out all over you, your stomach turned.

"What's wrong?" Shu asked, riseing.

"I.....I'm sorry, I have to go."

"Wait!" Shu called after you, but you didnt pay her any mind as you ran from the room, panicked. The sweet words Tovar muttered to you as he made love to you ringing in your ears. How he said he had been envious of the moon, the same as the man in the story. You had to find Tovar, had to fix this before he went mad as well.

🌜🌜Thanks for reading! Part 2 coming soon🌛🌛

Mob! Bucky x Virgin! Best friend Reader?

Ooh this is new

Okay but imagine having Bucky as your best friend since childhood; your families were close and hence you two as well

And when his father passes, the title gets passed down to him. And he's not just your best friend anymore, he's Bucky Barnes the mob boss.

Of course, that never affected your friendship and you two remain close friends

And you tell each other everything.

Literally everything.

Which is the reason why you found yourself in this situation today; where you and Bucky were having a movie night

Sat on your couch in your pjs, just like when you were kids. And since the movie was boring, halfway through it, you decided to bring up something you've been wanting to do for a while now.

You were in your early 20s and still a virgin, not that there was anything wrong with it, but you simply wanted to change that.

But instead of just doing that with someone you don't know well, you decided to turn to the only man you could trust - Bucky.

And he was surprised. "You want me to what?"

You sigh and hit him with a nearby pillow. "Literally all I'm asking is for you to fuck me, is that too hard?"

"No it's not. I didn't even know that you were a v-" he stopped and took a deep breath. "Look, there's nothing wrong with that. You can wait for when you find someone you truly trust and-"

You cut him.

"That's why I'm asking you, Buck. I don't wanna do it with a stranger. I trust you." you tell him and for some reasons, the very thought of some other man touching you made him uncomfortable and almost angry.

"Are you sure?" he asks you again.

And you nod immediately. "A hundred percent."

He looks at you for a few seconds, then stares at your lips before he leans in and presses his lips to yours and pulls you onto his lap.

Okay but can you imagine? The big, bad mob boss being all gentle and careful with you?

Because he's had feelings for you this whole time but he was always scared of losing your friendship

So now that he finally gets to show you, he wants to make sure you're completely fine with it.

Imagine him asking you if you're okay at all times?

"Can I touch you?"

"Tell me if you want me to stop?"

"Are you okay with this?"

"Can I get rid of your shirt?"

"Can I touch you here?"

"Tell me if you're not comfortable, okay?"

To a point where you'd have to shut him up with a kiss each time he'd open his mouth to ask a question

Okay but imagine him taking it slow, being all gentle when he goes down on you;

Holding you like you were made of delicate glass

Kissing every inch of your body as he makes his way in between your hips

Being the first one to touch you like this gave him quite the rush, and he wanted to be the best you ever have

And when his mouth latches onto your sensitive clit, you can't help but moan at the pleasurable yet foreign feeling

I bet mob!bucky would want to make you cum as many times as he possibly can;

On his tongue

All over his fingers

Maybe on his tongue one more time before he asks you if you are okay again

And when you say you are, he pushes his erected cock in you

He's slow and gentle again; watching your face intently, looking for any signs of discomfort or pain

But you assure him you're okay and you want this.

Bucky cups your face in his large hands once he's entirely buried in you, and you ask him to give you a moment

He cups your face and kisses you deeply; and something in him flips like switch.

He doesn't want anyone else touching you like this ever again

"You're mine." he mumbled against your lips as he slowly moves against you; his cock slipping in and out of you

You whine and whimpered at the unfamiliar feeling; it's just a little painful given he was big but his gentle touch made up for it

He held you lovingly as he stared into your eyes while he fucked you slowly.

"Are you okay?" he asked again, panting as he had to hold back his need and desire to just fuck you like an animal

You nodded and slid your hands into his hair while he sped up just a little; moaning at how tight and warm you felt

He picks up his pace slowly, speeding into you only after he's certain that you're okay with it

Maybe he leans down to kiss you while he pounds into you

You tug on his hair and he moans through the kiss

You soon feel an unfamiliar feeling wash over you, a pressure in between your hips; sweet, agonizing and overwhelming

You moaned out loud and held on to his shoulders for dear life as he makes you cum

Your walls clench around him, and you throw your head back and cry out as you cum around him; your walls milking him until he came as well, right after you

He kisses your forehead as you come down from your high

You're both panting after you're done and Bucky simply just lays there, partially on top of you

And he gently caresses your face, affectionately

And you feel it too, the peace and comfort by being with him; but you're scared of losing him as a friend

"Are you okay?" he asks again, breaking the silence

You nod and tell him you're okay. You're more than okay actually.

"Would now be a good time to tell you that I've had feelings for you since forever?" he sounds so vulnerable

You smile and lean in closer to him, tucking your head under his chin, kissing his skin gently.

"Yup. Because then I'd tell you that I've had feelings for you for the longest time ever as well." you finally confess and he chuckles and pulls you into his arms

"You're mine." he whispers again and kisses the top of your head.

And you're fine with that; being his.

a/n: i want

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