not just any bikini

Bathing Suit

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Notes: Established relationship, one-shot, no smut (it’s implied), pool parties, low self-esteem, shopping, Reader hates shopping, Bucky is a supportive boyfriend, based on real events

Summary: Bucky tries inviting the you, his girlfriend, to a cookout and a pool party the Avengers are hosting at the compound, but you decline because you don’t have a bathing suit. You haven’t owned one in years, actually. Bucky takes you out shopping for one, and the whole day you come up empty-handed and upset. That is, until you find the bathing suit that changes everything.

A/N: So I bought a bathing suit for the first time in YEARS this weekend. Saturday seriously sucked for me. In the middle of my drudgery of trying to find a suit that actually looked decent, I came up with this idea for a fic. I hope you like it! Let me know if you did, and enjoy! ^_^

“Oh c’mon Y/N, I’m sure you’ll find something you like in no time.”

“That’s easy for you to say, Bucky. You were in and out of store like that!” you snapped your fingers on your last word to emphasize how quick Bucky got his new bathing suit. It was true, though. You and Bucky were literally in and out of Target in 15 minutes, and within that time he managed to find a pair of swimming trunks that of course made him look ridiculously hot, and all just for $20, too.

You on the other hand weren’t so lucky. It took you ages to find anything that you thought looked all right to you, and bathing suits were the worst offenders. Your bad luck with bathing suits had gotten to you so much, you quit trying to find one ages ago. In fact, it had been five years since you’ve owned a bathing suit. Maybe longer, you thought to yourself. It’s been so long you actually forgot exactly when you quit. But today’s shopping excursion reminded you of why you quit in the first place.

It was Bucky’s idea to take you out shopping. Last weekend, the entire Avengers team decided to have a cookout and a pool party. It was something they hardly had the time to do since they were too busy with missions, training, and other Avenger specific obligations. Each team member was allowed to invite a few friends, and of course Bucky invited you, his girlfriend. He was shocked and confused when you declined. You were always up for visiting at the compound, so why were you refusing now? When he asked, you gave him a simple reason.

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Cake by the ocean

A/N: so i decided to write some Lance x reader cause that little shit has decided to plague my mind lately. So here’s beach planet visit for you guys!

Lance x reader

Originally posted by odd-ballduo

Oh, no

A beach planet. Of course it had to be a beach planet. Meaning everyone wanted to have a break and some fun. Meaning swimming. Which also meant you had to borrow one of Allura’s bikinis. You were always a swimsuit kind of person back on earth. Never a bikini person, you felt like that revealed too much. Plus, you were surrounded by guys, excluding Pidge and Allura who were perfectly comfortable with the way you looked. You just didn’t want to be looked at like a piece of meat by the other guys. Walking off the ship with a towel wrapped around your shoulders, you made sure the Y/F/C was covering all the right places before you went out into the sunlight. All the other guys were wearing swimming trunks, showing off their toned upper bodies. Even Hunk, who was still on the bigger side but he had gained a lot of muscle over the past couple of months due to training. It gave you a chilling feeling up your spine.

See you walking ‘round like it’s a funeral.

Shiro had even come out of his shell a little, being self-conscious about his body due to all the scars he had earned during his time with the galra. One person in particular was checking you out as you exited the castle-ship. “Well hello there~” a certain someone greeted you in a seductive voice. “Go away Lance.” You called. “Nope, not this time.” He sat down beside you on the sand, looking up at the blue sand, letting the two suns warmth soak his tan skin. “Why are you so insecure about your body anyway?” Lance asked all of a sudden. “What? I’m not insecure about my body! I just don’t want you guys…to look at me differently.” You mumbled the last part. “What do you mean?” he prodded. “I mean…I see the way you look at Allura sometimes and it kinda throws me off a little…I mean; I think you all look at me as ‘one of the guys’ but if I appeared feminine in anyway it would all just…change.” You sighed. Lance knew what you meant, he knew you didn’t like change more than anyone. I mean he loved the way your nose would scrunch up whenever Hunk made something new with Altean ingredients given to him. If you didn’t know what was in it, you weren’t going to eat it.

Not so serious, girl; why those feet cold?

“C’mon. We’re not gonna look at you any different just because of a bikini and a fun day in the sun. Look, I’m gonna go for a swim, see you in a bit.” And just like that Lance jumped into the water, soaking you in the process. “Lance!” you shouted at him. “What?” he laughed, completely ignoring what he had just done. “Oh, it’s on.” You swam in after him, splashing him in the face every chance you got. “I’ve got you now Y/N!” he yelled at you. Before you could get him, he dived under the water, disappearing for a large amount of time. “Lance?” you started to panic, did he run out of air or something? You couldn’t see any bubbles. “Lance!” you yelled. Searching the water, you couldn’t see him anywhere. “Lance where are you?!” before you decided to dive underwater in search of the idiot he launched out of the water, dragging you down with him. You both sunk into the depths. The only thing you could see was Lance and the fact he had his arms wrapped around your waist.

We just getting started; don’t you tiptoe, tiptoe, ah

Swimming back up for air, you slapped him. “OW!” he covered his cheek in pain. “What the hell?!” he turned back to you to see that you were crying. “Y/n?” he called out. “Do you have any idea how worried I was?!” you yelled. He flinched at the hostility in your tone. “It was just a joke Y/N.” he responded limply. “Well, it wasn’t funny.” You wiped your eyes and swam away. An hour or so later, you found yourself on a lonely bank. Isolating yourself from the rest of the group. How could he do that to you? He knew you cared about him? He just had no clue how much. “Y/N!” you heard Shiro calling for you. Before he could come around the bank you dived into the water. Wishing to be alone. When Shiro walked around the corner, seeing no-one there, he turned around to tell the others he couldn’t find you.

Waste time with a masterpiece, don’t waste time with a masterpiece

“What do you mean you can’t find her?” Lance cried out. “I’ve searching the whole west side of the island; Keith has searched the east side. We can’t find her anywhere.” Shiro explained. “This is all my fault.” Lance sighed. “What do you mean?” Allura asked. “I kinda pranked Y/N.” Lance admitted sheepishly. “Oh no. You don’t prank Y/N; she doesn’t take it well.” Hunk intervened. He had past experiences haunting his dreams and scars to prove it. “I could tell.” Lance sighed again. “She slapped me and started crying.” He told the others. “Oh, wow. Usually she starts clawing you to pieces but that seems pretty tame.” Hunk explained, completely ignoring the fact that Lance had hurt his friend. “We need to find her so I can apologise.” Lance turned around to search the west side of the island once again. But little did he know, you were having trouble yourself.

You should be rolling with me, you should be rolling with me, ah

Allura had given you all breathers in case you wanted to go deep sea diving. When you used yours you started to go deeper and deeper into the water. Only to discover that the planet wasn’t uninhabited after all. There were definitely sharks, and not friendly ones in this case. They swam after you ferociously, after cutting your leg on a sharp rock, they followed the trail of your blood through the water. You couldn’t see but you felt the oxygen running out in the breather. You were scared shitless and even if you got the surface in time, the shark would just catch up with you and drag you back down. It was too late the oxygen had run out, tearing the breather from your mouth you started swimming towards a cave, hoping to get away from the shark there. Depending on if there was an air pocket there or not. Before you got to the cave, the shark got a spear to the side, turning it into a shark-cabab.

You’re a real-life fantasy, you’re a real-life fantasy

Oxygen was spilling out of your lungs, vision going blurry you faintly saw a figure swimming towards you before you lost consciousness. ‘Lance…’ was the last thing you thought of before everything went blank. A few hours later, you came to inside a cave, there was an air pocket after all. “Where am I?” You wondered aloud. “My home.” A new voice responded. A fish man appeared out of a little hole in the side of the cave, presumably a door to a different cave. “My name is Lanfor, I saw you swimming towards my cave and saved you. Would you like some kelp?” He offered you some greenery. “Uh…no thank you.” You declined politely. “Thank you for saving my life though, me and my crew though this planet was uninhabited.” You explained. “Oh no, my people live underwater, you see sun light doesn’t treat our skin very nicely but we do breathe underwater.” He offered positively. “Speaking of which, my crew will be worried about me. Is it okay if we go back to the surface?” I asked. “Well, it will be night now so my people will be wandering the island freely.” He said. “What? Night? How long have I been out for?” You asked. “A couple hours.” Lanfor stated. “We have to go.” You were a terrible person for going away for so long. How could you do this to your friends?

But you’re moving so carefully; let’s start living dangerously

Lanfor advised you to hold your breath whilst he gripped your waist, holding you bridal style whilst he swam back up to the surface. His fish eyes started to glow blue under the moonlight, his scales glowing with luminescence. He was truly fascinating you decided. Once escaping into the air you gasped for breath. “Y/N!” A voice shouted. Setting you down on your feet, Lanfor let you go to your friends. Who were all tied to poles with other fish people directing spears at them. “Wait! This is my friend’s crew, let them go.” Lanfor ordered. “Prince Lanfor!” The guards bowed. “Prince? Seriously?” you asked. “Sorry, it never came up.” He rubbed the back of his neck with his webbed fingers.

Talk to me, baby

“Y/N! Who is this guy?!” Lance shouted at you, running over to you as he got cut down. “This is my friend Lanfor, he saved my life.” You stated, smiling at him gratefully making him blush a weird colour. “It was nothing, we hunt sharks all the time so if anything you provided me with a meal.” Lanfor bantered. “Oh shut up you saved my life and I’m grateful.” You argued. Lanfor just laughed. “Well, that makes us grateful too, otherwise we would’ve been one crew member short.” Shiro offered his hand out to shake. Lanfor took it, “You can dine with us tonight. As honoured guests of course.” Lanfor offered. “That would be great.” Shiro smiled somewhat reassuringly. What had happened in the time you were gone?

I’m going blind from this sweet, sweet craving, whoa-oh

Lanfor gave you all seeds to eat that gave you the ability to breathe and talk underwater. Leading you back into the depths, he welcomed you into his palace. “This is my mother and father, King Lanfor the first and Queen Wantika.” Lanfor introduced his parents, he both bowed in turn. “My name is Shiro, we are the paladins of Voltron. Pidge, Hunk, Lance, Keith and Y/N. This is Coran and Princess Allura of Altea.” Shiro introduced us all to the King and Queen. Lanfor (the second) then guided you all to the dinner hall. Lance begrudgingly watched as Lanfor guided you by placing his hand on the small of your back, which Lance thought was totally unnecessary. You were perfectly capable of swimming towards the dinner hall yourself. He wished he was the one guiding you to the hall rather than Prince Lan-fudge.

Let’s lose our minds and go fucking crazy

Dinner was peaceful, apart from Hunk inhaling half of the dinner buffet due to it being so delicious and the fact he hadn’t eaten in over 8 hours which he thought was ridiculous. Apparently your lion refused to come back into the ship without you being on board so it had stubbornly sat outside the ship. Which was why the paladins had found themselves locked out of the ship. Your lion had somehow hacked the system, making it impossible to override without getting electrocuted, which Pidge was very miffed about due to all the shock marks on their arms. “So, Y/N, which lion of Voltron do you pilot?” Lanfor asked, clearly interested in you. “The purple one. It’s pretty stupid since it’s just the armour of Voltron but I think it’s pretty necessary within battle.” You giggled. Lance was becoming more and more jealous with every second that ticked by. He wanted you to hate that fish head, he wanted him to be the one that made you laugh.

Ah ya ya ya ya I keep on hoping we’ll eat cake by the ocean

Stabbing the shark head on his plate angrily, he caught the attention of Pidge. “You okay, there Lance?” they asked. “Fine.” Lance seethed in an angry tone. “You don’t seem like it.” Pidge observed. “I said I’m fine!” Lance yelled, catching the attention of everyone at the table. The King and Queen frowned. “I’m sorry, excuse me.” Lance swam away from the table. Apologising to Prince, King Lanfor and Queen Wantika. Body gracefully moving against the water, you found Lance frowning at the sea life outside on the balcony, a view of the whole underwater city right in front of him. He seemed to not know of your presence. “It’s pretty cool from up here isn’t it?” You pointed out. “Shouldn’t you be locking lips with fish-face?” Lance asked you bitterly. “What?! Lance it’s not like that!” you pointed out. “Oh yeah, how can you be so sure when he’s all buddy buddy with you. I see the way he blushes when you’re with him and how you look at him.” Lance pointed out. “I don’t look at him any way you’re thinking!” you argued. “Oh really?! And how can you be so sure of that?!” He yelled. “Because I love you, you idiot!” you screamed at him, not processing the words before they spilled out of your mouth. Covering your mouth, Lance looked at you wide-eyed, clearly shocked.

Walk for me, baby

“Oh god…” you whispered, quickly you swam off the balcony and ran away once again, but this time going upwards towards the surface. All the while Lance stared at you as you left. You loved him? How could you? He was such a loser and had nothing to offer you other than cheesy pick-up lines. But then again that might have been what had done it. After a while of deep thinking, which is dangerous for Lance, he swam upwards in search of you.

I’ll be Diddy, you’ll be Naomi, whoa-oh

He found you sitting on the bank you had found before. You were sulking in front of the crashing tide, considering drowning yourself once the seed had worn off. “You can’t run away from me.” Lance started. Y/N turned to find Lance walking along the sand, not facing you but smiling at the ocean. “No matter how hard I try.” You continued to sulk. You had possibly just ruined your friendship with Lance and he was smiling at the ocean? “Look, I wanna apologise-” you both said at the same time, laughing afterwards Lance said “You first.” Looking at him, you saw the encouraging look he was giving you with those eyes that made you melt inside. “No, it would be easier if you started.” You urged. “Fine…I’m sorry I pranked you before, I realise how serious it was now and I didn’t mean to scare you like that.” You could see the apologetic look in his eyes, why did his eyes get to you so much?

Let’s lose our minds and go fucking crazy

“What were you going to apologise for?” Lance asked. “For confessing.” You looked to the other side of the beach, refusing to make eye contact with your long time crush. “Don’t be! I was being an idiot before! I deserved a wakeup call!” Lance tried to get you to look at him by moving in front of you, but you just continued to look away. “Y/n…” he took your chin in his hand, forcing you to look at him. He saw you had tears in your eyes. “I’m gonna have to go back on that promise of looking at you differently.” Lance started. “What do you mean?” you panicked, thinking he wasn’t gonna be your friend anymore. “Because I broke it a long time ago.” He then forced his lips onto your eyes. Your eyes remained open in shock for a moment before melting into the kiss. Letting him wrap his arms around your waist and pinning you to the sand.

Ah ya ya ya ya I keep on hoping we’ll eat cake by the ocean

You both continued to make out for what felt like hours, before you heard Shiro calling for both of you. “Y/N? Lan- oh.” He caught sight of Lance having you pinned onto the sand, blushing profusely for interrupting you two he backed away with his hands raised as if in a defensive gesture. “I’m glad he wasn’t gonna ask us to go back to fish-face’s castle.” He sighed against your lips, making you want to kiss him for the first time all over again. Before he could say anything else you dragged him back down to you by the neck, forcing him to kiss you.

God damn

“I never knew you could be so needy Y/n.” Lance mumbled against your lips. “Just shut up and kiss me.” You whispered seductively against his. “Make me.” That sentence started the whole dom/sub war between you two as you flipped him over, pinning him onto the sand as you started to kiss him so passionately. “So you really have a thing for me?” he spoke as he started to kiss your neck. “I ah!” you couldn’t finish your sentence since Lance had started leaving light love bites on your neck. “Lance! That’s gonna show tomorrow!” you punched him lightly. “Ha, totally worth it.” He rubbed his arm. You looked into his eyes, your Y/H/C sweeping over one side of his face as you leaned back down to taste his lips. You couldn’t get enough of him. He then started to moan against your lips as you started to straddle him. Obviously he was a little aroused since you felt something pressing against your thigh.

See you licking frosting from your own hands

“Little excited are we?” You asked, a playful look in your eyes. “Okay, sue me, you’re hot when your attacking my face like that.” He argued. You continued to assault his face with your kisses, first on both eyelids, then on his nose and finally on his lips. Moaning more into the kiss as you started to grind on his lap. “Stop that…” he groaned. “Oh my god.” You gasped as he started to bite and lick at your neck, assaulting you in his own way. “Lance…the others will be coming back soon.” You groaned, pushing him back onto the sand. You had already accidentally left a small claw mark on his chest. “We could take this to my lion?” Lance winked, you slapped his chest. “You won’t bond with your lion by doing that.” You scolded him.

Want another taste, I’m begging, “Yes, ma'am.”

“Besides, it’s getting late. Shiro is gonna want us to leave in the morning.” You said. Lance pouted, he loved the taste of you and he had grown to crave it. “Come on…” He groaned. “Fine…I’ll sneak over to your room later, but you’re not getting lucky tonight.” You winked. “But I am going to get lucky some time right?” he asked. You just rolled your eyes as you got off of him, but not before Lance pulled you back down by your hips, forcing you to kiss him one more time before you both got back up. “Ugh, I need to get a shower.” You sniffed your arms. Lance got a suggestive look in his eyes. “Don’t even think about it.” You warned before getting onto the ship.

I’m tired of all this candy on the dry land, dry land, oh

Later on that night, you made sure everyone was on board and already in bed before you snook into Lance’s room. “Hey Lance.” You whispered, you saw him roll over in his bed. “Lance!” you whispered louder. He wasn’t budging. Was he already asleep? Well, that was a bit of a turn off. “Lance!” You nudged him hard before he shot up. “Ow!” Keith whisper shouted at you. “Y/N? What the hell are you doing in my room?” You blushed before backing out, not saying a word. ‘Whatever…’ Keith thought before drifting back into his dreams.

Waste time with a masterpiece, don’t waste time with a masterpiece

Walking back down the hall, you were certain this was Lance’s room, but before you made sure by knocking on the door gently. Before anyone could ask who it was Lance pulled you in by your t-shirt. He then had you pinned up against the door, kissing you roughly. His pupils were blown wide; he had been waiting for you. “Do you have idea how long you kept me waiting?” He bit your earlobe tenderly. “Sorry, I accidentally went into the wrong room.” You cringed at the memory. “Who’s room?” Lance stopped doing what he was doing. “…Keith’s?” you hesitated. “Really?” Lance groaned. “Sorry, but I’m here now.” You leaned closer to him. He pulled your body flush against his whilst he tugged at your lip with his teeth, winking at you in the process. You pulled on his hair as if asking him to kiss you. Instead of going for your lips though Lance immediately went for your neck, peppering it with kisses and little bites.

You should be rolling with me, you should be rolling with me

“I’m so glad you told me you loved me before…” Lance whispered seductively against the shell of your ear. “Me too.” You responded, panting slightly at the adrenaline of it all. “But like I said before, you’re not getting lucky tonight.” You reminded him. “Why not?” Lance groaned. “I know you want it.” He leaned closer and closer to you. “Well, I don’t think we have any condoms with us, do you?” you revealed. Lance’s face froze… “You’ve got a point.” He added sadly. “Don’t worry. As soon as we stop at a mall or something, it’ll be the first thing on my list.” You winked. “The second thing on your to do list better be me.” Lance suggested smoothly. “Smooth…real smooth.” You complimented, giggling afterwards. “So…how long have you had a crush on me?” he asked. You blushed and looked after from his searching eyes, burying your face in his chest. “What?” he laughed. “Since my first day at the Garrison.” You mumbled into his chest. “Really? But that was like over a year ago.” Lance thought aloud.

You’re a real life fantasy, you’re a real life fantasy

“…Yeah.” You added. “I don’t even think I introduced myself to you yet.” He thought. “You didn’t.” You confirmed. “What happened?” he asked curiously. “Well…”


First day at the Garrison, I can’t screw up. This is a big day, you wanted to be a pilot. But there were a few things standing in your way, including the infamous Lance McClain that everybody said was moved up to fighter class since Keith Kogane had been let go due to disciplinary issues. Lance McClain was the best pilot in your class…apparently, but you hadn’t met him yet. But when you did, you were gonna clearly state that you two were rivals since you wanted to become the best pilot this academy has ever seen.

But before you could go any further down the hall, you bumped into someone, almost falling over completely. But a pair of strong and secure arms held you to his chest before you could injure yourself. “You alright?” a safe sounding voice asked. “Uh…Yeah I-” you cut yourself off when you were met with a pair of entrancing eyes. It was his eyes that did it, not the cheesy pick-up lines. His eyes caught you in every way possible. Making you blush you couldn’t find it in yourself to finish your sentence. “What? Cat got your tongue cutie?” he asked, winking at you whilst doing so. Just making your blush flow up to your ears and neck. “N-No.” you stuttered. “Heh, see you around.” He let you go and started to walk off with his two friends. “Who was that Lance?” the smaller one asked. “Just some cute girl.” Lance smiled to himself, resting his hands on the back of his head as he turned his head to wink at you once more.


Lance McClain had taken your heart within five seconds of meeting you. Which was probably a record for you to fall for someone.


“Really? The day I caught you?” Lance asked, laughing slightly at the memory. “I didn’t even use many pick-up lines that day.” He continued to grin at the achievement of capturing your heart.

But you’re moving so carefully; let’s start living dangerously

“It was your eyes, by the way. They just looked serene, and careful. Like the ocean, I mean I knew you had a reputation with the ladies and stuff but your eyes showed me that there’s so much more underneath. That if you were with someone you truly loved that you would treat them as if they were a queen.” You finished. Lance looked at you like you just hit him. “You really think that?” he asked. “Yeah…since the day I met you.” You added. “Well then, that settles it.” Lance threw his hands up in the air and then back into your hair. “Settles what?” you questioned. “I’m gonna have to make you my girlfriend.” He mumbled so close to your lips. “Oh no.” you whispered sarcastically against his. Before he took one step towards you, connecting your lips to his. You felt like you could read his mind, but you knew it was just his body language and the looks he would give you through half lidded eyes as he kept on teasing you. But you guys couldn’t do anything because you didn’t want to get pregnant at this age.

Talk to me, baby

So he continued to kiss you as if your lives depended on it, he loved you, you had gathered that much. It shocked you slightly when he finally spoke those words against your ear the next day even though you both barely got any sleep last night due to all the teasing. Causing you not to be very aware of everything during the training session the next day. Shiro grew suspicious but let it pass since he knew how much you had both been stressed lately due to Zarkon and all that. So when you guys had finally gotten to the mall, you did pick up the condoms, but Lance didn’t seem that bothered. He just wanted to spend more time cuddling you in bed and appreciating your presence rather than making love to you.

I’m going blind from this sweet, sweet craving, whoa

A couple weeks after you two had claimed that you were both an ‘item’, Lance had finally given in to his emotions and as soon as you entered his room that night. He was on top of you like that first night you came over all over again. The next morning you woke up to Lance sleeping peacefully beside you, his face so relaxed. His arm was draped loosely over your naked waist. You had taken each other’s virginities the night before. But nothing about it was awkward or inexperienced. It was like you were both made for each other, every piece of you melded perfectly into every piece of him. He loved every part of you and worshipped you as if you were a goddess, which you greatly appreciated. Getting out of the bed, you carefully manoeuvred around Lance’s sleeping form before you inspected your body in front of the mirror. Hickies littered your body, all along your neck, down your back, on your stomach and a small portion of them were on your breasts too.

Let’s lose our minds and go fucking crazy

How were you gonna hide these from the rest of the guys? It was easier the first time since there weren’t as many, but now there were practically all over. You were gonna kill Lance. “Morning beautiful.” You heard a groggy voice greet you from the side of the room. You heard the sound of his feet slapping onto the floor before he met you, wrapping his arms around your torso, kissing your temple lazily. “Morning.” You forgot every reason you were mad at him for a moment with just those two words he said to you. It was morning and you two had never felt so alive.

Ah ya ya ya ya I keep on hoping we’ll eat cake by the ocean

“It is a good morning.” You hummed as he started kissing all the love bites. “I’m sorry I was so rough with you last night.” He spoke huskily in your ear. “It’s alright, I say it was totally worth it.” You pulled him closer to you before kissing his lips. He moaned hungrily into your mouth. “C’mon, we gotta get ready for breakfast.” You broke the kiss, ignoring Lance stumbling after you, trying to kiss you again. He just ended up kissing your back.

Walk for me, baby

Walking into breakfast at different times, trying to keep your relationship secret for now. You had already made Shiro swear to secrecy after that time on the beach. Both of you sitting next to each other without saying a word. “Morning guys.” You mumbled sleepily, yawning and stretching at the same time. But this caused Hunk to notice something. “Woah, Y/N. Are you okay?” he asked, clearly concerned for his friend. “What you talking about?” You questioned, to sleepy to think. “You’ve got a bruise on back.” Hunk pointed out to the whole table of people. Blushing, you realized that Lance had bitten you before and not kissed you on your back. But since Hunk thought it was a bruise, you decided to play the innocence card. “Y-yeah, it’s totally a bruise from training.” You stuttered, but Shiro blushed since he knew exactly what it was.

I’ll be Diddy, you’ll be Naomi, whoa

“A mouth shaped bruise?” Keith questioned, looking at you skeptically. Ah, shit. Whacked Lance in the chest you started bickering with him. “I TOTALLY CALLED IT!” Pidge shouted. “WHAT? I CALLED IT BEFORE YOU, I TOLD YOU I HEARD THEM!” Keith shouted back. The whole table starting exchanging money around the table, you looked on in shock. “You guys were betting on us getting together?” Lance asked. “Totally, it was bound to happen.” Pidge pointed out. “They’ve got a point.” Lance glanced at you. Slinging his arm around your shoulders and pulling you closer to him as you both left for the training deck. “They are so cute together though.” Hunk added.

Let’s lose our minds and go fucking crazy

“I can’t believe that Keith heard us last night.” You started blushing and covering your face as soon as you got to the training room. Poor Keith, had you kept him up all night with all those haunting sounds? At least it wasn’t Pidge. “Well, we were pretty loud babe.” Lance winked at you. “Whatever, as long as we’re quieter next time.” You pulled him into the training room before setting up the gladiator.

Ah ya ya ya ya I keep on hoping we’ll eat cake by the ocean

But before you could start training, Lance shut down the gladiator. “What are you up to?” you asked him, turning around. “Well…since everyone knows about us, I was thinking maybe-” “Oh no! We’re not doing it in here!” You scolded him. “Oh come on!” Lance practically begged. “We did it last night and there are cameras in here Lance.” You reasoned. Lance then looked around for the cameras. “There are?” he questioned. “Yup.” You popped the ‘p’.

Ah ya ya ya ya I keep on hoping we’ll eat cake by the ocean

“Oh…why can’t we make out a little?” he kept on wrapping his arms around your waist and starting to kiss your sweet spot. “Oh c’mon Lance, we have to train.” You tried to reason, but god damn that sweet spot.

Ah ya ya ya ya I keep on hoping we’ll eat cake by the ocean

“This is kind of disturbing.” Pidge commented as Shiro started to cover their eyes. “Should we stop watching?” Keith asked. They were all watching the camera feed from the control room and it was practically pornography. Which Pidge was still too innocent to watch. “Switch it off, switch it off right now!” Hunk yelled, apparently Hunk too.

part-time-assassin  asked:

Hiii, could you do a possessive mark fic? Congrats on your followers (you deserve it)!! Thank you<3

Thank you so much, Sofea ♥♥♥ I’m so sorry for making this so late. Hope you like it  (◠︿◠✿ ) 


As Mark is lying on the couch, probably checking the SNS with his phone in his hands, you sneakily tiptoe your way out to the door, with your makeup done and hair dolled up in a cute bun, some baby hair of yours falls attractively on your nape.

“Just where do you think you are going?”, Mark’s question makes you startle before you turn around, purposely bringing your hand up to touch your earring in attempt to hide your outfit.

You are wearing a see-through crop top over a sexy neon pink bra that cups only half of your round way too seductive breast with ripped high waist shorts embroidered with some small pieces of metal on each side, showing off not only your fair milky skin, but also a little of your chubby bum that only Mark has the priority to stare and grope whenever he wants.

A smug smile appears on your face as Mark folds his arms against his chest, his index finger motioning you to step away from the front entrance and come to him.

“I’m going to the pool party at Maggie’s place”, you grin. “And you know she’s always thrown the best parties!”.

“Uh huh? And by best you mean exposing?”, Mark raises a brow, not really in a good mood with the new piece of information you gave.

“What? Pst! This is nothing!”, you wave your hand at him in defense. “My friends even wear only bikinis! I don’t see any problem Mark, it’s just a pool party for crying out loud!”.

“The problem is there will be a bunch of drunken guys! Trust me, they can’t control themselves when they see you!”.

You can’t help feeling flattered a bit when Mark expands his nostrils in a rather angry expression, or possessive as we might say. His eyes scan you from top to bottom, his breath hitches second by second with your seducing outfit. These are his, all of these are his, all of you are his. “You’re not going anywhere wearing so showy like that!”.

“But Mark!”, you exclaim as you boyfriend shakes his head.

“I’m your boyfriend, Y/N! You’re mine!”, Mark possessively claims before making his way to you. His hands hold your face as he stares at you in the eyes, those dark orbs of his shining with possessiveness and the low tone of his statement just adds more effect that makes you squirm inwardly. “I don’t share, baby. I don’t want any guy’s attention on my girl.”

You have to admit this side of him turn you on furiously. Mark isn’t the type of guy who easily makes a fuss over such minor issue, but the fact that he does, means you are very important to him, a precious treasure he just wants to keep for his own. Jealous, protective or possessive, whatever it is, you don’t care, the only thing that preoccupies your mind now is crashing your lips on his irresistible ones and devour them for good.

And you did, when Mark again reminds you how you belong to him and only to him. Mark immediately responds to your aggressive movements, molding your lips together, brushing, mushing, sucking, nibbling, grazing, he is definitely going to leave you breathless. The steamy kiss escalates quickly as Mark’s hand travels down to grab your butt, giving each of your cheeks a squeeze and his experienced tongue proceeds to plunge into your mouth to twirl with your tongue with much fervor. He swallows your intoxicating moan while moving backward to the couch where he successfully drags you down to collapse onto his warm chest while he’s resting his head on the armrest. Your charming prince slowly eases the deepening hiss by exchanging it with a shower of affection, making you whine in the process. One of your hands grips on his shirt while the other plays with his hair as both of his arm trap you in his embrace, some sneaky fingers sliding under your shirt to draw some circle on your bare skin; your legs tangle together lovingly as Mark peppers your face with pecks.

“You are only allowed to wear this when you are at home, with me, just me”, Mark whispers as you pout, indeed wanting to give in but in no way going to admit it. Knowing your stubborn self, the mischievous boyfriend of yours smirks before attacking your neck, his pearly whites sucking your flesh, leaving a big and obvious purple galaxy to mark his territory.

“Mark! Now how am I going to-“

“You’re not planning to go anymore”, Mark squishes your cheeks to make you smile while a yeah-I-know-you-baby look plasters on his face. He begins to smother your face with kisses again and soon dive into an over-the-edge sexy make-out session with him on top of you. The corner of his lips curls up into a devilish smile as soon as you pant while muttering “I’m all yours tonight, Mark”.