waking up next to your best friend after a drunk one night stand can’t be good… right?
★when he first wakes to see your sleeping naked form next to him he’s sit upright in horror ★after finding the condom wrapper on the floor next to his clothes he’d chill out ★he’d wash, dress then go out to the kitchen ★when you wake to an empty bed, you think the small flashes of memory from last night were just part of your dream ★but after a few minutes, coffee begins to spread it’s delightful aroma around your room ★you wrap yourself in your dressing gown and follow the scent to it’s source ★and looky here ★a minseok ★upon hearing your footsteps, he turns to offer you a small smile ★'morning’ ★'hi’ ★'i raided your cupboards to make breakfast’ ★you’d laugh at how cute and chill he was ★moving to sit on the counter next to him ★he’d give you a mug of coffee and offer a plate of pancakes ★'so about last night…’ you looked over his face ★'from what i remember it was good. and it’s nice not waking up to chaos like at the dorm’ ★you finished your coffee and set your mug down for him to refill ★'i’m surprised your still here’ ★'you’re my best friend and you think it’d hit and run?’ he’d pout as he sat opposite you ★'isn’t that how one night stands work? you hit it and run?’ ★oh boy you’ve set him off laughing ★'i’m more of a hit and make sure the lovely victim has my details. just in case’ he’d wink ★you two would spend the morning drinking coffee and talking about everything hes done while off on tour
★upset bub p.1 ★you’d left after waking up ★only leaving a note for him ★so many questions would run through his mind ★would you ever want to talk to him ★should he call you? ★send you flowers? ★diddly darn he was stuck ★he ended up calling you ★'hi, i’m sorry if you’re upset with me’ ★'myeon, i wanted to stay, but i had work’ you’d laugh ★'i thought you’d left because you were upset!’ ★'not at all, i had fun last night’ ★'oh’ ★'yeah’ ★'i can pick you up after work and take you for lunch’ ★'that sounds great’ ★WOW WEE ★he would dress up nice and take you to a fancy ass place ★he’d treat you like a goddamn prince/princess
★baby boy would be so god damn fluffy ★like he’d just explode with warmth and love and giggles when he sees you sleeping next to him ★he’ll move his hand to your hair and play with the strands lovingly until you wake up ★'good morning, baobei’ ★your little sleepy grunt in reply would make him giggle ★he’s pet your hair and hold you close until you’re fully awake to talk ★'should we wash and then go for breakfast?’ ★'can’t we stay here longer?’ ★'we can do whatever you want’ ★cuddles upon cuddles upon cuddles ★and mindless chit chat ★how could cuddles in bed with this precious lamb be bad?
★you’d wake up before him ★you kinda just laid there for a bit debating what to do ★do you wake him ★or just leave?? ★you decided to have a shower first ★and if he wasn’t awake when you were out, you’d write a note to him and leave ★so off you went ★halfway through washing your hair, the curtain was pulled back ★and this pup was just stood watching you ★you tried your best to cover yourself ★he just laughed and shook his head ★'you weren’t doing that last night. in fact, you couldn’t get your clothes off any quicker’ ★'shut up baek’ ★he’d just tease your mercilessly ★you turned the shower head to wet him ★which shut him up ★he kinda just stared ★which made you think he was mad ★but he suddenly just pushed into the shower with you ★'that wasn’t nice’ he’d pout, pushing you back against the wall ★'neither was leaving me bed on my own’ ★'not my fault you wouldn’t wake up’ ★'i worked hard last night i deserve a lay in’ ★it would just be none stop giggles, kisses and cuddles for the day
★upset bub p.2 ★he’d watch you sleep for a few minutes before dressing and going to eat ★he felt bad that your first time together was when you were both out of your mind ★as he was drinking his milk, he’d hear your foot steps ★he went full !!!!!! mode ★when you came into the room, he’d do his best to hide ★and by hide i mean he’s stood behind the curtains ★'i see you dae,’ ★'dae? who’s dae? i know no dae’ ★it would make you laugh ★which then caused him to grin ★'you’re not mad at me?’ ★'what’s done is done’ ★'i’m mad at me for not remembering. maybe we should have a repeat’ he’d wink ★'shut up’ ★'yes captain’
★this poor guy ★he had it all planned out on what to do when the two of you woke up ★he’ll run you a bath, let you raid his wardrobe so you’re comfy then make you breakfast ★he’d straight up just have a stroke when he doesn’t hear you snoring ★are you deaD???////???? ★HOLY SHIT HE’D KILLED YOU?! ★it was supposed to be romantic and now he’d killed you ★shit ★oh no ★nevermind ★bless, his face would all be screwed up as he let his thoughts went mad ★you’re now staring at him with a confused look on your face ★'what are you thinking about?’ you’d ask with a laugh ★'how to bury your body’ ★'oh’ ★'nO SHIT I MEANT WHAT I’M GOING TO COOK YOU FOR BREAKFAST’ ★his little cheeks would be bright red ★his plans were blown ★'breakfast sounds really good, actually’ ★his famous grin would sprout on his face before he leans in and kisses your head ★'eggs and bacon coming your way’ ★he’d jump out of the bed in such a rush to cook ★that he ended up tripping ★and now he’s just curled up naked on your floor ★real good going, chanyeol ★'just come back to bed for a while. i’ll cook when i get up’ ★he’ll dive right back in and nuzzle his face into your neck ★'it was supposed to go better’ ★'i know, chan’
★soft ★v gentle ★11/10 would recommend ★but for real ★the most important thing is that you’re happy and that you’re comfortable ★you two could talk about what happened last night later on ★a shower and breakfast is more important ★so he kinda just shoves you to the bathroom to wash ★while he goes and works his magic in the kitchen ★probably cooks enough to feed the entire city because he’s nervous ★and actually doesn’t even know what your favourite breakfast food is ★when you enter the kitchen you just see all this food ★which you thank him for ★the two of you will eat ★then after your both full, the talk will come ★'how much of it do you remember?’ ★'i remember seeing your stomach after all the teasing you did’ ★'yeah?’ ★'you buff up good’ ★to which he’ll laugh ★you’ll probably just turn the whole situation into a joke ★which always makes the others confused
★let’s be honest here ★this bub ain’t waking up ★so you’ll just grab your stuff and leave ★when he does wake up he’ll probably see your watch you left on the nightstand ★panicccccccccccc ★he’ll rush to your place to talk to you ★'you should’ve woken me up’ ★'i could’ve walked you home’ ★'did you leave because you were embarrassed?’ ★so many questions ★he’d be so worried that it ruined your relationship ★you’d calm him down by patting his shoulder ★if you wanted to talk about it, you two would ★but if you wanted to put it behind you, you two would also do that
★would wake before you ★and just stare ★he’s in awe ★but he’s also really pissed off ★in awe because wow he just had really good sex with the person he holds most dear to his heart ★but WHAT THE FUCK HE BARELY REMEMBERS ANYTHING ★DID YOU ENJOY IT? ★DID YOU MOAN HIS NAME? ★DID HE MOAN YOUR NAME ★WHO WAS IN CHARGE???? ★DID HE CUM BEFORE OR AFTER YOU?! ★his thoughts were cut off by you groaning and stretching out ★you turned your head to see him and offered a sleepy smile before sitting up ★when you reached for your clothes, he’ll pull you back down ★and wrap his long limbs around you ★'stay for a bit’ ★'we can go out for breakfast’ ★it’ll be so nice???? ★probs leads to you two blooming into the hottest couple around ★bc how could he not wake up to you every morning?????
jin: small kisses were being trailed up your neck as jin’s hands caressed your body. slow hands slowly pushed the hem of your tshirt higher and higher and jin gripped onto your hips. “god i love your hips, baby,” he whispered into your ear, “you’re so pretty for me.” a blush crept up your neck as you shook your head, “jin no…” “shush, princess,” jin bit down onto the supple flesh over your hip bone, “don’t finish that thought, you’re gorgeous.” jin used his tongue and his fingers to make sure you knew just how gorgeous you were.
yoongi: yoongi’s sharp thrusts drew out loud moans from your throat as you tightened your arms around his neck. earlier that day, you had been insecure about your body, saying that your thighs were too fat along with your stomach, and yoongi was not standing for it. “you’re fucking gorgeous baby,” a hickey was placed on your neck, “say it.” he growled in a voice that you knew had no room for ‘no’. “i’m gor-,” the next thrust hit the most sensitive spot inside you, “i’m gorgeous,” you moaned. “that’s right, baby,” yoongi said, “my gorgeous babygirl.”
hoseok: “but hoseok,” your voice cracked as you protested his pleas, “this dress makes me look fat.” your face scrunched up in pain as tears flooded your eyes and one slipped down your cheek. “baby.. baby, no,” hoseok shook his head frantically as he came to stand behind you while you were looking at yourself in the floor length mirror. “you’re fucking beautiful,” his arms wrapped around the silk dress and your waist, “i’ve never seen anyone more beautiful than you, baby,” he continued. soft hands pulled your arms away from covering your stomach, “i love you, all of you.”
“wow,” you said as you watched the pretty girl on the screen dance with her partner in the cheesy romcom, “she’s really pretty,” you said as you slowly curled in on yourself. “yeah,” namjoon agreed, “but you’re prettier~” he teased as he kissed your cheek and cuddled you closer to his body. “don’t be jealous of her, baby, you’re drop dead fucking gorgeous.” he nibbled on your ear as you giggled, “so pretty, amazing, caring, smart, and beautiful,” he whispered into your ear. “joonieee stoppp,” you laughed as his fingers began to tickle your sides. “see? even your laugh is beautiful, never doubt yourself, princess.”
jimin: the water splashed around your and jimin’s bodies and bubbles fluttered into the air as you squealed, “JIMIN!” jimin’s adorable laugh filled the air as he blew bubbles into your face. “this was supposed to be romantic, park jimin,” you huffed while trying not to laugh yourself. jimin reached forward and pulled your hips to have you sit on top of his thighs. “jimin, don’t, i’m heavy,” you whispered the end as you tried to scoot backward off of his legs. “you are not,” jimin grabbed hard onto your hips and tugged you back onto his lap, “heavy.” you giggled as he started to kiss up your neck, “jiminieee.” “i love you baby, don’t ever think you’re anything less than perfect.”
taehyung: your hips swayed to the music as you flipped the pancakes that you were cooking for you and taehyung. turning around, you went to go get the orange juice from the fridge but instead you were met face to face with a grinning taehyung. “don’t let me stop you,” he winked suggestively as he began to sway to the music as well. your cheeks flushed red with embarrassment as you remembered you were only in a pair of booty shorts and one of taehyung’s tshirts. “tae, you’re embarrassing me…” you covered your face with your hands. “hush none of that,” he pulled his hands away from your face, “you’re gorgeous,” he planted a kiss on your neck, “gives me something to grab onto yeah?” “KIM TAEHYUNG”
jungkook: sweat poured down your forehead and your back as you tried to keep up with jungkook while learning the dance moves to ‘dope’. you had wanted to dance with jungkook for a long time, to see him dance up close. “i almost have it,” you said as you pushed yourself harder, trying as hard as you could to get the move right. “babe it’s okay,” jungkook said as he walked up to you, taking your hand in his, “this is a hard dance, it took all of us hours to get it right.” you huffed, “i knew, i just want to live up to being the golden maknae’s girlfriend, and it’s kinda hard with all this,” you said gesturing to your body. jungkook growled, “don’t ever think you’re anything less than perfect, baby,” he said, “besides, watching you dance like that is really doing something to me,” he said as he ground his hips onto your backside, “let’s go home, yeah beautiful?”
Harry had not heard the others coming through the darkness. Bill was wearing a traveling cloak, Fleur a large white apron, from the pocket of which protruded a bottle of what Harry recognized to be Skele-Gro. Hermione was wrapped in a borrowed dressing gown, pale and unsteady on her feet; Ron put an arm around her when she reached him.
Xhosa people are a Bantu ethnic group from South Africa. The name “Xhosa” comes from that of a legendary leader and King called uXhosa. There are approximately 8 million Xhosa people in South Africa, and the Xhosa language is the countries second most-populous language in the country, after Zulu.
Xhosa women have a history of wearing traditional head wraps, that would increase in size as the woman aged. For special events, the head wraps would be even large and more elaborate than usual.
I think an old roommate left this ugly blanket behind and I’ve been wrapping it into dresses just to make my husband laugh, but I think he’s starting to get nervous since the third or fourth look 😂 (p.s. they’re really embarrassing but enjoy)
And this one is dedicated to the famous and beautiful @restlessanawake who is really awesome! Go check them out! They were a massive help to me in setting up this blog. Hope you enjoy!!
Warnings: Pregnancy. Labor. Fluff overload ;) One sex joke With him and the whole Stark clan, This is post White Walker War were all is good and Jon knows his parentage, but still goes by Jon Stark, or I guess goes at last. Things are almost too happy. But fear not no one dies.. Well…..Meh
“Time to get up love.”
You groaned, pushing away the arms that were attempting to shake you awake and moved closer to the other side of the bed. “Jon.. Lemme sleep. Little Mister Stark would not stop kicking last night. I am surprised you couldn’t feel it actually.” You smirked and opened your eyes, hearing his laughter and he carefully turned you around as he echoed your smirk.
“I told you, my love. It will be a she.” You gave him judging eyes and he rolled his own gray ones, “Even our Lady Sisters and Lady Aunt is on my side. As is Tyrion.”
“Well while that may be true, Bran is on my side and he has the sight.” She winked while forcing herself to stand slowly. “Speaking of your Aunt and Sister, when will the royal Queen and the Hand be visiting?”
He smiled, standing up so that he could help you while he continued, “Sansa and Tyrion promised to be here by nightfall, but you know the Queen. She said she would be here a fortnight ago… She will do her best to make it for the labor. And Arya, of course, must guard the Queen being the head of the Queen’s Guard.”
Your nine-months were up and being a Stark, family was essential for all things. Holidays. Name-Days. Weddings. And pregnancies.
As though the stress of almost delivering a child was not enough, the anxiety that holding off the labor until everyone was present was madness. Jon, being around you enough, could tell.
“Fret not, Y/N.” He smiled, pressing his forehead yours and wrapping a robe dress around you for the day and kissed your nose, “They will be here. And now, we must break fast.”
No surprise to the couple, Bran was already down stairs, his plate full as he was working on his sister’s-in-law. Seeing them he stopped and blushed, wheeling towards the two slowly as Jon embraced his brother with a hearty laugh.
Brandon Stark was decreed Lord of Winterfell and Hand of the King of the North, so the three of you were practically inseparable.
“How is the Lord Snow this morning, Y/N?” Bran smiled, wheeling towards her and placing his hands on her belly as Jon sat. “He get you any rest?”
“None.” Jon sighed from across the room, “She was kicking all night.”
This caused both you and Bran to laugh and Bran to say a small, “We shall see.” As the three of you began to eat your food.
A grand feast was the result of Lady Sansa and Lord Tyrion’s arrive, Jon and the imp drinking away while you, Sansa, and Bran sat across the hall, discussing matters of getting Bran married.
“What about the Mormont girl?” You suggested, “She supposedly has the beauty and wits of the Tyrell’s but the strength of her father’s name.”
“The Queens bastard?” Sansa raised her eyebrows, “She is an adventurous girl. Young though, don’t you think?”
Your sister in law had not left you alone since she arrived, her hand barely leaving your belly.
“Besides. I think our Bran has his eyes on the head of House Reed. Lady Meera, is it not?”
With the words of her name, Bran blushed and brushed it off, “Have you and Jon thought of a name?”
You nodded, “Well since he will not listen to me about the gender, I decided Eddard Robb will have to do.” Bran nodded, a bright grin taking away the blush on your face. Sansa gasped.
“I hate to agree with my Lord brother, I do believe that your babe is a girl.” She winked at you causing both of you to laugh as Jon and Tyrion came towards you guys, handing drinks to Bran and Sansa.
Jon broke the laughter, snaking an arm around your waist to your belly as he looked at Sansa and Tyrion, “When are you and the Hand planning to have children, sister?”
Sansa’s face fell and she set down her goblet, Tyrion taking her hand. “We are waiting.” Silence fell between them as they knew what he meant before Tyrion broke it, winking at the youngest Stark, “We would like to see little Bran wed to the Reed girl first.” Bran blushed as everyone laughed mutter a small no stop as Jon kissed your cheek, then moved to your ear, his beard tickling her cheek.
“Bet it will happen by years end?”
“Please, by months end!” You smirked and he pepper kisses everywhere on your face, causing you to laugh.
A few days had passed and you were still waiting on Dany and Arya. Maesters had demanded you bedridden, fearing labor would come any moment though nothing came for a week. Deciding this and seeing your husbands nerves at an all time high, you had forced him to go on a hunt with Tyrion and Bran, promising that Sansa and a hand maiden be at your side.
“I just want you out lil lord.” You groaned, rubbing sleet off your eyes as you had not gotten proper sleep in several days,(basically since Jon left, your baby had been especially persistent in moving all night) “Stop being so feisty like your father and his family.” You smirked at Sansa who laughed. “Where do you the Queen and her personal guard are?”
“You know Daenerys. “ She smiled sadly, rubbing your belly, “And Arya. Stubborn as mules those two.”
“Aye. That is one way to put it.”
Silence fell as you were both occupied as the baby leapt and kicked about the in your belly causing you to hum in attempt to calm him. When at last he stopped, you sighed and Sansa smiled, but only for a moment when you felt something wet between your legs.
Cursing, you looked at Sansa whose eyes twinkled.
“Do you think-”
“Sansa…” You bit your lip to stop you from swearing again, “Get Ghost. He will get Jon. And get the Hand Maiden… Hurry… Please…”
She ran, laughing gleefully and picking up her skirts hollering, “IT’S TIME! THE HEIR TO THE NORTH IS ON THE WAY!” And within minutes, servants came rushing in, dabbing your forehead with a cloth and offering you food and wine as others spread your legs open. All the while all you could do was scream bloody murder.
“I just want my husband!” You whined, “Gods!” You closed eyes and bit your lip to try to and stop tears from falling out of your eyes.
Then you felt the tickle of a beard on your chin and allowed yourself to cry tears of happiness and the man kissed your cheek and slowly wiped your tears away.
“Hush now love. You need to start pushing.”
“Yes you can.” He grabbed both her hands and brought them to her lips,”You are strong.. You can do this… I believe in you… Ready?”
You nodded opening your eyes to meet his dark grey (brown in show) ones.
Based upon:Being Bill’s makeup artist on the set of It. As filming goes on, you start to think of him as more than a friend. Fearing you’ll let something slip, you act more reserved around him, causing him to wonder what is wrong. Near the end of the shoot, you confess your feelings and he reciprocates, leading to sex back at your place.
Getting paid to do someone’s makeup was what she considered to be the greatest job on the planet. However, the people one works with can really make or break the experience. Being hired to do makeup for Pennywise and the kids of the Losers Club in the newest adaptation of It was a dream come true. Never before had she been hired to create such a complex look, it was challenging and exciting.
Bill was the nicest person she ever met, thought she ever would meet. After some months of daily makeup sessions, the two became friends.
“How was filming today?” She asked him as he climbed into her trailer.
“Good. We shot my forest scenes today.” He replied, giving her a smile.
She cringed, “Don’t smile. At least not until I take that makeup off.”
He rolled his eyes before shutting the door behind him and made his way over to her, dressed in his regular clothes. She was busy taking out makeup removers, a face cloth, cleansers and moisturizers; everything she needed to take off the product. So he sat down in his chair in front of the large mirror which was adorned with lightbulbs covering the frame.
She came up behind him, her eyes meeting his in the reflection. “You look ugly.” She joked, her eyes playful.
He snorted, “Yeah, yeah. Get on with it.”
She carefully removed his wig and placed it on the counter before slipping her fingers under the cap which covered his hair. He closed his eyes with relief when she pulled it off, freeing his hair. She glanced at him, noticing he was massaging his head and laughed loudly.
“You try wearing that thing all day.” He complained.
“I have, just not that one.” She smirked.
She grabbed the bottle of hydrating remover and removed the cap, letting the liquid soak through the cloth before dragging the fabric over his forehead. The white product came off easily, making the white of the cloth even brighter.
“Close your eyes.” She said softly.
His pale eyes met her dark ones before he closed them. The fabric ran over his face, making his skin feel healthier, clean and fresh.
“Alright, time for your favourite part.” She joked. She liked to tell him that he was getting a free facial everyday, so he should be thankful and totally in her dept.
“You know me well.” He laughed back.
He liked the feeling of her smart fingers tracing over his skin, especially with his eyes closed.
“I can’t believe we’re wrapping soon.” He confessed as her hands worked wonders on his skin.
“Yeah, I guess you’re right. Only one week left.” She remembered.
She wiped toner over his freshly cleansed face, pushing his hair back when she cleaned his forehead.
“I’m glad I won’t be scaring everyone on set everyday.”
She giggled, “I think you’ll continue to do that anyway.”
His eyes flew open, filled with faux shock.
“You wound me.” He replied, holding a hand over his heart.
She swatted at him before admitting: “You couldn’t even do that if you tried. They have to hire me to make you look hideous.”
He closed his eyes again as she began to rub a gentle moisturizer into his temples.
“Mm, are you saying I’m incredibly handsome?” He questioned.
“Yes.” She said simply, her lips moving faster than her brain.
She mentally cringed and reached to grab more moisturizer so he wouldn’t feel her hands stiffen. She liked Bill. Scratch that, she really like Bill. After months of doing his makeup everyday, watching him film some scenes and grabbing lunch together almost everyday, she had a hard time seeing him as just a friend.
He cracked one eye open and watched her as she rubbed more cool product over his sharp cheekbones. She avoided making any eye contact with him.
“Okay, I’m all done.” She said quickly.
She grabbed all of the products and materials that she had brought out and walked to the opposite end of the trailer. She had her back to him as she placed everything back on the shelves.
He is Bill Skarsgård, world famous actor who was born into an acting family. With a large group of dedicated fans and following, she assumed he would just say a quick “Goodbye” and leave for the day. He was up at five am to begin makeup and then shot a solid amount of footage while wearing a stuffy costume and full face of make up in the summer heat of Toronto. So when she felt hands slip onto her waist, she froze were she was, her hand gripping the bottle of toner tightly.
He stepped closer to her, his body flush against her back.
Slowly, she removed her hand from the bauble and placed it alongside her other on the counter. She was conflicted, did not know how to truly feel about his contact.
He turned her around to face him. He saw she was biting her lip nervously, arms limp at her sides. He moved his hands up from her waist to her neck, then cheek as he looked into her eyes. Her chest was rising and falling heavily causing her breasts to swell against her blouse.
He leant down to her height and pressed his lips against hers, combing his hand through her soft hair. She stood frozen for a second before melting into his touch, responding with as much desire as he did. Her hands wrapped around him, gripping his back tightly as her lips moved against his.
Suddenly, he backed her into the counter, emitting a moan from her. God, he wanted her. After months of getting to know her, having her do his makeup and laugh with him; he wanted nothing more than to finally show her how much she mattered to him.
He moved his hands to the back of her thighs, “Jump.” He mumbled between kisses.
She wrapped her dress pant clothed legs around his hips and her arms wove their way around the back of his neck, fingers tangling and pulling at his locks.
He moved his smooth lips down her neck, kissing, sucking and biting as he went. He back arched into him and he gripped her hips harder, making her head dip back.
“Do you wanna… go to m-my place?” She breathed.
He gave her lips a swift kiss, “Yes.”
She un-clasped the buttons of her navy blue blouse as she straddled Bill’s lanky body. Once all the buttons were open, she slowly slid the sleeves down from her shoulders, exposing her red push up bra. He grinned up at her.
He let her take off his belt before he flipped her over and began go peel off her pants and then his own as she tugged off his shirt.
He almost moaned at the sight of her; chest beating heavily, breasts heaving wilding, tousled hair, parted lips.
He wanted to touch every inch of her.
Her whole body buzzed with adrenaline and pleasure, it was so overwhelming that it felt unreal. There was absolutely no way that Bill Skarsgård was having sex with her, touching her like no one else could. Yet, he was.
She wanted to moan loudly, scream his name and cry out but despite everything that happened that day, she chose to stifle her moans so they only came out a sharp breaths.
He hit deep inside her and she clawed on his back, holding him desperately as to not make a sound.
Another thrust sent her head against his shoulder, her moan being muffled by his hot skin.
“I want to hear you.” He said deep and huskily.
She let her head fall back onto the pillow beneath her and she wholeheartedly gave herself to him.
“B-Bill.” She moaned as he pushed deep inside of her.
Her back arched into his touch and he swore: “Shit. God… Y/N.”
It hit hard, fast and all to powerful, bringing her over the edge and crying his name. He followed soon after.
They laid in her bed, panting and hot. She had her head rested on his chest and his arm was wrapped around her body, keeping her close to him. She reached for his free hand and intertwined their fingers. He pressed a soft kiss to their hands.
“Bill?” She looked up at him.
“I’m going to miss you a lot.” She whispered quietly, looking at their adjoined hands.
“I’m not going anywhere.” He said simply, giving her hand a squeeze.
“What I mean is,” He pushed her onto her back and sat above her, “I love you. I don’t want to go anywhere. That is, if you’ll have me?” He finished, gazing into her stunning eyes.
Summary: Bucky is your date for a dinner party and you two sneak off to have some fun of your own
A/N: Whew, this was a long one. I wrote this for one of my fav blogs and honestly I’ve had the worst writer’s block but this was so fun!! I’ll be getting out other requests soon :) Also please send me things!
Warnings: Bucky in a suit goddamn, Dom!Bucky, metal hand kink, fingering, oral (female receiving), unprotected sex (no babies here; wrap it up kids)