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[christowhore]

Just A Taste

pairing: bucky barnes x sexworker!fem!reader

summary: you give bucky head. that's the plot.

word count: 2k

warnings: pwp?, smut, handjob, blowjob, throat fucking, fondling, prostate milking, deep throating, public sex, paid sexual acts !!! 18+ MINORS DNI !!!

notes: this is my submission for @labella420 'share your smut' writing challenge. i hope you enjoy and congrats on hitting 600 ! 💗

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prompts: “Beg for it." // "Come one more time for me, I know you’ve got it in you.”

Bucky's large frame towered over you as you sat back on your haunches below him. His body tense, as he looked down at you with pleading eyes.

“If you want my pretty little mouth, you’re gonna have to use your words love.”

The brunette never imagined himself in his current position. Back pressed up against the brick wall behind his neighborhood bar. His eyes darting back and forth to watch for any wandering eyes that might witness the impending lewd acts about to be performed in that darkened alleyway.

Looking down at you with your wide doe eyes and slick lip gloss covered lips he remembered what brought him here.

With the constant involvement with battle and defending his country, he never had the chance to aid his sexual desires, always needing to push them to the back of his mind.

But over time, those repressed urges began to overflow and now he was desperate for a release. Yes, he could’ve headed back home and rubbed one out with his hand, but he was longing for a woman’s touch. The soft caress that only a dame could deliver to him.

So when he was sitting there at the bar that night by his lonesome and locked eyes with you, he knew he had to achieve some sort of release.

He knew what you were, a ‘lady of the night.’ Though he didn’t care, in fact it made him even more intrigued. The way your eyes sized him up and the curl of your lips had him in a trance. So much that he didn’t realize that you made your way over to sit next to the soldier.

After a bit of flirty banter, mainly coming from yourself, he was convinced to head out with you.

That’s what landed him in his current position; pants brought down to his thighs, cock straining against his briefs and a beautiful woman like you ready to take him all, for a reasonable price that is.

“Beg for it,” you purred up at the man, “Beg and I’ll take away all of that frustration you got bottled up.”

Bucky sighed, a mix of frustration and desperation flowing through him. Locking eyes with you, he finally spoke up, “Please, I need it so damn bad. I need you.”

With his confirmation, you tucked your digits into the band of his underwear and pulled it down to join his pants. The action caused his dick to smack against him, the tip of him angry and desperate for attention.

“Oh what a pretty cock you have, baby. I’m gonna have a lot of fun with you.”

You took the thick base of him in your palm, the sudden contact made the man above you whimper and buck into your hand. “Fucking hell.”

His length was large and girthy, his thickness making you unable to fully wrap your fingers around him.

Bringing him to your lips, you spit onto his length and stroked. The sounds of his soft pleas egging you on and fueling your ego.

“Please, I need more,” his voice came out desperate as he begged, making you chuckle.

“Well, since you asked so nicely.”

Leaning forward, you brought the fat head to you and attached your lips. Sucking on his tip and swallowing the leaking droplets of precum that oozed out of him. He tasted absolutely delicious and you longed for more.

With his cock already in your mouth, you pushed him deeper in and down your throat. Through years of experience, you were able to repress your gag reflex, the skill you were very much thankful for in this moment.

“Ohh- thank you.”

His politeness had you smiling around his length, your throat too stuffed to properly respond.

Bucky felt like he was on cloud nine due to the soft feel of your mouth. Your cheeks hollowed around him as your tongue caressed the dorsal vein on the underside of his cock. The action alone had him feeling like he was floating.

This was the moment that he so desperately needed. The feel of his shaft deep in your hot, wet mouth was a well needed treat after years of hard work and dedication to preserving the ‘American Dream’.

You made work on his thick cock, the girth stretching your lips to encompass it all. The stretch was a delicious burn that you took without complaint. The gravel that pierced your exposed knees was a small price to pay for the delight of sucking off the well known Avenger.

Excess drool began to seep out of the confines of your mouth and began to cascade the expanse of his wide thighs, which Bucky didn’t mind. He was so far gone from your tantalizing actions, you could’ve done anything to him and he would take it with a smile on his face.

Bucky felt your mouth suckle on his cock, your left hand stroke what couldn’t fit, and your right fondle his balls. The stimulation turned him into a mewling mess. “Oh god sweets, please don’t fucking stop.”

You hummed along to his request, the action causing vibrations to shoot up his shaft and enlarge his manhood even more. An act that you didn’t think was possible.

His hips began to absentmindedly buck into you, his cock throat fucking you with wild abandonment. The assault sure to leave your voice hoarse and throat out of commission for some time.

Bucky looked down at you with hooded eyes, “Baby I’m- fuck I’m about to cum.”

You continued your efforts to help him achieve release. You suctioned your cheeks in even tighter, the fleshy feel of your mouth feeling like heaven against his dick. Your hand that was stroking his base tightened into a semi closed ring. And his balls were being groped and tugged, to help him reach his peak.

Forgetting that he was still in a public setting, Bucky came with a shout. “Yes, shit!”

His load shot down your throat while you felt his balls throb in your hand. You continued to massage the flesh in order to prolong his peak and in a selfish way to taste more of him.

Overstimulation began to seep in, making the brunette shy away, but you weren’t having it.

“Cum one more time for me, I know you’ve got it in you, super soldier. I wanna make sure you feel really relaxed.”

Due to the serum flowing through his veins, his refractory period was basically nonexistent, causing him to remain hard in the warmth of your hand that surrounded him.

You moved your mouth up a tad to focus your efforts on his head. The spongy feel of his tip felt like heaven on your tongue.

Bucky watched as your hands twisted and turned up and down his shaft, the action made easier due his length being covered with your spit. Both hands went opposite directions with their strokes, causing his head to slam against the wall.

“Jesus baby you’re gonna be the fucking death of me,” the brunette gushed down at you. You looked up at him and saw a beautiful sight unfolding before you.

His lips were swollen and parted, allowing battered breaths to come free. Eyelids fluttered shut while his brows furrowed, trying to make sense of the immense amount of bliss he was experiencing for the first time in a while. Even his cheeks began to heat up, a slight tinge of red making its way across his face. He looked absolutely breathtaking and you made a mental screenshot in order to remember this moment forever.

Though he had just experienced the extraordinary feeling of an orgasm, he felt another one suddenly approaching, but it felt different, more intense, than the one before.

You could tell he was about to burst at the seams again so you decided to up the ante. Covering your fingers with your spit and lowering your right hand to rest under his balls, you massaged your slick index finger against his taut asshole, softly prodding it.

“Is this okay?” you questioned after slightly removing his head from your mouth, but keeping close enough to where he could still feel your warm breath against his tip.

Bucky had never been involved in a lewd act such as that back in his day, but he was so enamored by you that he longed to do anything you asked as long as it was with you. So he nodded along to your inquiry, “Yes, please, do whatever.”

With his permission, you slowly inserted your soaked digit into his asshole. A desperate and filthy groan left his lips at the sudden intrusion. He felt your finger stroke his walls until you were met with his prostate. The sensation caused his eyes to bulge out and his body to turn to putty in your hands.

In an effort to stabilize himself, Bucky slammed his glove-covered vibranium hand into the wall behind him, digging his fingers into the material in order to stay upright. The sounds of crumbling brick hitting the concrete echoed through the empty alleyway; the noise pairing deliciously with your slurping.

“Fucking, ohh.”

You curled your finger and used the pad of the digit to massage the bulging, fleshy muscle.

In all of your years as a sex worker, you had been with countless of patrons. From regular folk hoping to have a quickie, to political figures who wanted to be used and abused. But with all of those under your belt, you had never felt so powerful until this moment.

You had an Avenger, weak in the knees and at your mercy just by a few motions. Knowing that this was most likely going to be a one time affair, you decided to make the most out of it.

Bucky was approaching his peak, the vein on the underside of his cock the clear indicator. Removing your hand, you expanded your throat to take him all.

With the aide of your saliva, you swallowed his entire length until your nose was pressed into the wisps of hair on his crotch. You aided your efforts by using your free hand to fondle his balls and press a finger against his perineum.

The combination of your soft mouth and your wandering fingers made his eyes cross and a hoarse shout left his lips. “Sh-shit!”

Bucky’s cock exploded in your mouth, his cum spurted out in ribbons down your tongue. Even though you had every inch of him inside your mouth, he still tried to push in deeper. The act causes your face to press into his soft skin, inhaling the scent of his mint body wash.

The brunette stood there for what seemed like hours, coming down from his life changing release. The rise and fall of his chest was dramatic but soon returned to a steady rhythm.

Once you felt him soften completely in your mouth, you removed him and tucked him back into his briefs. As you rose to your feet, you brought his jeans with you until they were back on his hips before fastening the button and zipping him up.

You watched him with a proud smile as he came to his senses. “You did so good for me, sweetheart. You look much more relaxed than an hour ago.”

Bucky reciprocated your smile before remembering what he was expected to do. He lazily reached into his back pocket in search of his wallet. Once the leather was in his palm, he tried to reach for a bill before your hand stopped him.

“It’s on the house Sergeant,” you chirped at the man, “Consider it a ‘thank you’ for serving your country.”

And with a sly wink, you sauntered away from the distressed man, wiping your tear streaked and spit covered face. The act an effort to hide any evidence of your prior actions from passerby’s on the trek back home.

This was one of the few times in your career that you didn’t accept your due settlement. But with a sore throat, a stomach full of cum and the mental image of that glorious man in pure ecstasy caused by your actions, that was payment enough.

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A/N: remember people, CONSENT IS KEY !

also there will most likely not be a part 2 to this, just this one shot.

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[sunshinebuckybarnes]

take care of you

Pairing: Steve Rogers x fem!reader

Summary: Steve lost you once and he’s going to make sure that never happens again.

Warnings: dark!steve, implied kidnapping, dub/con but non/con just to be safe. Smut; fingering, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex, reference to spanking/punishment. This blog is 18+ only. Minors DNI.

Author's Note: this is for @labella420’s 600 follower smut challenge! Congrats on the milestone, lovely! These prompts sparked some thoughts for this! It can be read standalone or as a backstory to More than love! Prompts used and in bold: “Come for me, you’ve done so well.” and “I said I’d take care of you, did you think I wouldn’t follow through on that?” (word count: 2.1k)

The door swung open with a thud, light filling the small space you had been in for the past eight days. Your hand covers your eyes to block the light as a figure moved past the door frame. Bringing your knees up to your chest, the springs of the old mattress protest under your movements as you turn away from the door.

Suppressing the shiver that goes down your spine when the mattress dips beside you, you keep your eyes focused on the chipped paint of the wall. You hear a sigh before a rough hand grips your chin firmly tilting your head to meet a pair of piercing blue eyes. Eyes that once held so much love and warmth.

“Are you ready to come upstairs again?”

You remain silent, unsure if you were either too afraid to speak or too stubborn to give in to him. Sighing again, his grip on your chin tightens causing you to let out a slight whimper.

“This is going to go one of two ways sweetheart. You’re going to apologise right now and we’ll go back upstairs and pretend this past week never happened. Or, I’m going to remind you again what happens to bad girls that don’t listen and then I’ll leave you down here,” his grip tightens again, nails digging into the skin of your cheeks, “what’s it going to be?”

You can still feel the tenderness on your ass cheeks every time you move. Steve had never been that rough with you before. But what scares you more than any physical punishment is being left alone again.

Biting back a sob you nod your head slightly, “please don’t leave me down here again, Steve. I’m, I’m sorry for trying to leave.”

You nod your head quickly, “I’ll be good, please, I’m sorry.”

Steve’s face softens at your words, “see, that wasn’t so hard was it sweetheart? You could have saved yourself a lot of trouble if you’d just apologised straight away. But, you forced my hand.”

You flinch as he brings his hand up to stroke your hair, “all I want to do is take care of you but when you disobey me you have to be punished. Have you learnt your lesson?”

Before all of this he was your soft, sweet boyfriend. He worshipped the very ground you walked on and you loved him with every fibre of your being. But then the snap happened and you were gone. Five years later when you returned, Steve wasn’t the Steve you’d left behind anymore. He was more guarded, more on edge, determined to never lose you again.

When he brought you up to this cabin you thought that it was just to get away for a while. A chance to reconnect. But after two weeks had passed and Steve showed no sign of leaving you started to worry. Whenever you voiced your concerns you just got the same responses.

“We’re safe here, sweetheart.”

“I’m never letting you go again.”

“I can protect you here.”

And then came the final nail in the coffin.

“This is our home now.”

That was five months ago. Five months since you’d been outside the walls of this cabin. Five months since you’d seen anyone but Steve.

It was driving you crazy. You had to get out. You knew Steve would leave eventually. You don't know how there was always food and supplies but anytime you questioned Steve he would just kiss your forehead and tell you not to worry, that he'll always take care for you.

He kept dropping hints about heading out. Trying to gauge your reaction each time but you kept your face neutral. You learnt early on that you needed him to trust you. That he needed to believe you were in this together. The day he said he was going to be gone for a few hours you set your plan into motion. Obviously it wasn’t a very good plan as you only managed to get a few feet out the door before you saw him at the tree line that surrounded the property. It had been a test and you had failed.

You hadn’t even known there was a basement until the day Steve dragged you there with a vice like grip on your arm. That’s when the real punishment began. Steve had spanked you until you were sobbing and then fucked you until you were breathless before leaving you in the dark room filled only with an old mattress and a small bathroom through a side door. You’d never felt more abandoned. Each time he came to bring you food he asked if you were sorry and each time you stayed silent. Today though, you’d had all that you could take.

Feeling the tears well up and leaving tracks against your cheeks you threw yourself into Steve’s arms, “I’m so sorry. I promise I’ll never try and leave again just please, please don’t leave me down here,” you wept.

Wrapping his arms around you tightly, Steve lifts you with ease before he heads out of the room. Whispering soft words in your ear the whole time, “shh sweetheart, it’s okay, you’re okay, I’m here and I’m going to take care of you. I’m always going to take care of you my love.”

Once your tears began to subside you lift your head from Steve’s neck. You were in the main bathroom. Steve places you gently on the counter, giving a soft squeeze to your thighs before turning on the large walk in shower.

He turns back to you with a tender smile that would once have your stomach filled with butterflies, now it just left you with an unnerving sense of dread.

“I’ve missed you, sweetheart,” he murmurs, hands brushing against your bare thighs, grasping the hem of the oversized shirt you had been wearing for over a week.

You raise your arms as he pulls the material over your body. Your nipples hardening in the cold air.

“So beautiful,” Stever mutters, large hands brushing up your sides to your breasts before he runs his thumbs over your hard peaks.

You can’t help the whimper that leaves your lips which causes Steve’s to turn up in a smirk. Letting out a yelp when Steve hauls you off the counter, placing you in the shower before he’s crowding in behind you, your back plastered to his chest. Pushing you under the water, he works the shampoo in his hands before lathering it in your hair. You can’t help the sigh of contentment that leaves your lips at the feel of Steve’s fingers scratching your scalp.

Once he’s rinsed out your hair he moves to soaping up your body. His rough hands trailing so softly across your skin, such a contrast to how his hands had touched you last time. You felt him kneel behind you as he began rubbing at your legs, moving slowly up from your ankle to the top of your inner thigh before moving down your other leg.

You let out a surprise gasp when you felt his hot breath on your core, “so sweet baby, you gonna let me take care of you?” he murmurs against your slightly tender ass cheek. The bruises and welts were close to fading now.

When you didn’t respond he bit down, hard. “Please,” you sob.

“Want me to take care of you, huh?” he smirks, fingers running up your thighs gently, so close to where you need him.

“Please take care of me Steve, need you,” you whimper, pushing your ass back.

“Good girl, gonna take such good care of you, always will.”

Steve was like a man on a mission after that. He spun you around before burying his face in your pussy, lifting one of your legs to rest on his shoulder. Eating you out like a man starved. Your hands grip his hair tightly as he pushes two fingers into you, not being able to hide the desperate moan that leaves your lips. As much as you didn’t want to give in, Steve knew how to play your body to perfection.

“Come for me, sweet girl. Wanna feel you come around my fingers.”

He doubles down on his pace when your legs start trembling, desperate pleas leaving your lips, fingers tightening in his hair as the coil inside you snaps.

“That’s my girl, fuck. You’re so beautiful baby,” he groans, nipping at your thigh as his fingers slow to a leisurely pace.

You're panting above him, convinced your legs will give out if they not propped up by his wide shoulders.

He pulls his fingers out slowly, smirking at your small whimper as he rises to stand in front of you. Brushing his fingers against your lips as he keeps his gaze locked on yours, “open up.”

You obey him immediately, feeling a sense of pride at the growl he lets out. He pulls his fingers away and crashes his lips onto yours. It was needy and desperate. Eight days away from your body had clearly taken a toll on him.

“Gonna make you feel so good. My girl, my fucking good girl,” he whispers in between kisses. “Tell me what you want.”

To leave, you thought. To go back to your apartment. To your friends. To the Steve you once had.

Feeling the tears well up you turn your head away from him, swallowing down the lump in your throat.

“Come on sweetheart,” Steve says, grabbing your jaw and turning your face back to his. “Just tell me what you want and I’ll give it to you.” His hand slides down to your throat, applying the slightest pressure that has you stuttering out your answer.

“Want you, please.”

It wasn’t a total lie. You did want Steve. You just wanted the Steve that was hopeful, the Steve that would take you to see all his favourite sights, the Steve that made you feel safe and loved.

“That’s my girl.”

You whine, pushing back into him. Partly desperate for this to be over, partly desperate for him to be inside of you. With a final please falling from your lips, Steve pushes into you, stopping and savouring the feel of your snug walls once his hips met your ass. You both moan at the feeling, “gripping me so tight baby. You’re mine.” he grunts, pulling out of you slowing before slamming back into you, setting a fast pace.

Steve’s hand leaves your throat and he spins you around quickly. Your cheek pressing against the cold tile of the shower. You feel his hard length pressing against your ass as he whispers in your ear, “you’re mine, sweetheart.”

He brushes your damp hair to the side, kissing across your back as his hands smooth down your sides, pullung your hips back, causing you to arch your back.

“Fuck I’ve missed this pussy,” Steve groans, “So fucking tight for me, think you can give me one more?”

Steve’s grip on your hips is bruising as he hammers into you, shifting the angle slightly and smirking when you moan loudly, knowing he’s found the spot.

“Shit, Steve, please I’m so close,” you gasp. Pushing your hips back to meet his thrusts.

“Come for me, you’ve done so well,” Steve grunts in your ear, “Give me one more, sweetheart. God, look at you, my perfect girl.”

A few more snaps of Steve’s hips has the coil inside you snapping again. Your whole body tightening as pleasure rolls through you. Steve’s grip on your hips tightens as he reaches his release. Groans and whispers of how you’re his good girl fill your ears.

He holds you tight as you both catch your breath. Peppering gentle kisses from your shoulder to your temple and back again. Still delirious from the orgasms he’s pulled from you, you can’t help but let out a giggle, much to Steve’s delight.

“I’ve missed that sound,” he grins, turning you in his arms to face each other, “I said I’d take care of you, did you think I wouldn’t follow through on that?”

You can’t find the energy to respond, leaning forward to press your forehead against his chest. Steve turns off the shower and maneuvers you out, into fresh pajamas and into bed before your brain has had a chance to catch up.

Once Steve gets in next to you, you can’t help but seek out his warmth. Being alone for the past eight days has caused you to miss his comfort, no matter how much you wish it wasn’t true.

With his arms wrapped around you, your head resting against his bare chest you can feel the heaviness of sleep taking over your body.

“This is it, sweetheart. This is the life we deserve, the one I’ve fought for,” Steve whispers before placing a kiss to the crown of your head.

You don't respond, too tired to. But, in the back of your mind you were plotting. You’d get out eventually. You just had to win his trust back first.

Thank you so much for reading!! I really hope you enjoyed this 💕 as always, comments and reblogs are so appreciated and I'll love you forever 🥺

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[cunaeparker]

drunk off you | b. barnes

pairing: bucky barnes x avenger!fem!reader

genre: smut (!!) | best friends | fluff | alcohol mentions 

word count: 5k

note: this is the first time i think ive written actual smut on this blog ? like the whole thing, not just references to it ? idk but im a little embarrassed lol i went ALL IN for this one . its extremely explicit for me at least so if you are below the age of eighteen , do NOT interact !!!!! i can seriously get in trouble if the sexual media you consume is mine, so please don’t .  this work is for @labella420 ‘s writing challenge. i seriously recommend checking out their blog !!!!! (p.s im stupid and got so caught up in this i forgot to use a prompt smh)  enjoy loves<333

— asgardian liquor comes in clutch, sam’s a cockblock, and tony’s parties have a tendency to get spicy 

-ˋˏ ༻✿༺ ˎˊ-

Bucky didn't mean to get drunk.

It was just another one of Tony's parties and he swore to refrain from drinking, but as soon as the Asgardian liquor was in his vicinity, all hopes of that were out the window as soon as it touched his tongue.

That damn liquor was his drug.

He had gotten drunk too many times before off of it and usually the end results were horrendous—more often than not, his angered mission partner would have to stomp over to his bedroom when he was an hour late for his training and jump on him - or her favourite, chuck his shoe at his face - with frustrated shouts and a very mother-like tut of her tongue.

(The pounding headache that followed after made even the strongest of super-soldiers want to cry.)

Bucky knew that was bound to happen, but alas, he didn't listen to the small voice in the back of his head begging for reason.

He ignored it and drank with the rest of the team in the local club they rented out for the night, taking matters into his own hands even though he knew the results could be disastrous.

Because now, here he was, grinding up against his teammate, Y/N, in the heat of the club, resting his hands on her jean-clad hips as she bent over and rutted her bum against his pelvis in a filthy demeanour that had his inebriated body aching for more as small whines and slurs echoed from her throat.

"Fuck, Y/N," he grunted, carding his fingers through her sweaty hair. "We should get out of here."

He couldn't believe the words leaving his mouth because Y/N was one of his closest friends on the team, as well as his mission partner, and the mere thought of doing anything more than offering platonic cheek-kisses was absurd, but the voice of reason in the back of his head was silenced when she ran her fingers through her sweaty hair and laughed. She looked gorgeous.

She nodded at his previous words and turned around to wrap her arms around his neck.

"We should leave, but we need to leave without everyone seeing us," she said, leaving sloppy open-mouthed kisses along his neck that had his heart rate spiking, "If we get caught we'll never hear the end of it."

Bucky chuckled and dug his hands into the back pocket of her jeans, squeezing slightly and smirking when she jumped.

"Makes sense," he agreed, "I don't know how much more of Sam's teasing I can take."

Y/N hummed in response and a chuckle vibrated through his neck. "Me too."

She pulled away and smiled, ruffling his hair and taking in just how sexy he looked underneath the strobe lights and the pounding music: his eyes were wide and bleary, his hair was plastered on his forehead with sweat and a small smirk tilted up the corners of his lips, making her core tighten.

Y/N sighed at the sight but Bucky didn't seem to hear because he continued by pulling her into his chest and pressing a sloppy kiss to the top of her head. She giggled and began to trace small shapes on his arm, swaying back and forth slightly as a bleary smile quirked up the corners of his plush lips.

"Speaking of other teammates," he said casually, twirling a strand of her hair around his fingertips, "Do you think this is, like, wrong?"

"Not really," she shrugged, leaning into him and shifting with the music. "We're friends, so it doesn't really interfere with work if we fuck." She paused for a moment and frowned, "At least I don't think it does."

Bucky smirked, "Yeah."

The voice in his head was screaming now.

"But anyways," she continued, turning around and tilting her head with a small smile on her face, "I came here to have fun, not have a drunken heart-to-heart. I only have those with my cat and when I'm tipsy," she poked his cheek and stuck her tongue out, "And I'm way past tipsy, Barnes."

Bucky chuckled and pulled her into his chest.

"Me too, Y/L/N. Let's get out of here," he repeated, nuzzling his head into the crook of her neck and pressing a kiss there. He smirked when she shuddered and sighed.

She went quiet for a moment and stumbled over her feet, but only before a smirk tilted up her lips. She tapped her fingers coyly on his bicep and had Bucky shivering with anticipation before saying evenly, "I've always wanted to give a bathroom fuck a try."

Bucky's drunken heart soared and he laughed, pressing a sloppy kiss to her temple as she giggled and batted his hand away.

"Great minds think alike, babe," he smiled, "That's the smartest thing I've ever heard you say."

Y/N snorted and pinched his arm. "That's rich coming from you. You're stupid."

Bucky rolled his eyes and wrapped his hand around her wrist, wordlessly urging her to come with him as he guided her through the sea of drunken Avengers and invitees.

She went silent and gave into his touch, giggling a bit and stumbling over her feet but only until her eyes landed on the singular bathroom.

It was simple, a dark mahogany with gold accents, but her vision tunneled and it seemed to be calling out to her. Everything amplified a tenfold.

Excitement and euphoria bubbled in her stomach and Bucky's warm touch on her hand became more intense. Her pupils dilated and she salivated with anticipation, not noticing Bucky's subtle glance back and forth to make sure nobody was watching them before pushing her into the bathroom and attaching his lips to hers.

She squeaked and furrowed her eyebrows, but melted into it as soon as Bucky kicked the door shut and locked it. Luckily it was only one room without any other stalls, and the sheer absurdity of it all just might've been the thing to make her initiate a dirtier kiss.

Bucky tasted like vodka and strawberries and winter.

She had seen the many ways his lips moved over the past few months and didn't know what underlying feelings she had until now. She knew they were there, but they seemed to be asleep. It just took a heady action to wake them up, and God, they were roaring.

Over the months she had memorized how he laughed when she said something hilarious, how his eyes raked over his suited-up body before a mission and how his lips twitched into a small awe-struck smile at the sight, how they frowned when he read something upsetting on his phone as she ran her fingers through his hair and how he kissed other random girls at clubs when they decided to go out after a long day of training. She always regarded him with longing and thought damn, he looks like a good kisser.

But with his lips against hers, breathing in the other with the taste of sweet liquor and honey, she never knew just how good he would be when it was her he was kissing.

She was overcome with a surge of lust and suddenly pushed his shoulders off her, pressing him against the sink and welcoming the hot pressure of his hand under her shirt as he groaned and explored her mouth with his tongue, tasting something sweet - her sweetness; a tantalizing hue of rose and cotton candy.

Bucky breathed hastily into her mouth and detached his lips from hers so he could kiss the column of her neck.

She felt her body buzzing with excitement and sighed, carding her fingers through his hair as he hummed against her skin.

She had never felt excitement quite like this before. Usually with other hookups she felt excited and maybe a little horny, but this was different - Bucky was utterly intoxicating and his warmth made her delirious with lust and anticipation.

The relationship they had was deeper than most and held more meaning than the randoms she met at clubs. He wasn't just a random one night stand. He was Bucky and he made her happy.

With that thought in mind, she smiled and pulled Bucky up, peering into his blue-grey eyes.

"Buck -"

"Sh," he encouraged, reaching behind her head and pulling her forward, pressing a kiss to her lips. "Let me taste you."

Those four words were enough to make her orgasm on the spot.

She sighed and smiled, breathing into the kiss.

"This is crazy," she mumbled against his lips, teeth clashing as an involuntary smile forced its way onto her face, "Who'd have thought we'd end up like this."

She heard Bucky's chest rumble against her own.

"It's insane," he breathed, detaching his lips from her own to continue his assault on her neck. "You looked so lovely, hon, I just couldn't help myself."

The old fashioned term of endearment made her core feel like it was connected to a live, hot wire that only Bucky Barnes could control.

She dipped her head back and tangled her fingers into his dark tresses. His lips were hot against her neck and his teeth bit at her skin, soothing the blossoming bruise with a sensual lick of his tongue.

"Shit," she mumbled, closing her eyes as she got lost in the heady movement, "You're quite sexual for an old man."

Bucky chuckled against her skin, bringing his head up to peer into her longing eyes.

His lips were red and puffy and his hair was the epitome of the word messy. The sight of him made her want more.

She smiled softly and leaned forward, putting her fingers on the front of his suit as she pulled him towards her.

"Fuck me, Bucky," she whispered pleadingly, peppering his neck with little kisses, "I can't wait anymore."

Bucky's breath hitched as she hit the perfect spot on his jugular. He tossed his head back and groaned quietly, already in shambles, threading his fingers through her hair.

"You want to do this right here?" he asked quietly as she hummed, "Are you sure?"

She pulled away and Bucky swore there was an evil gleam in her eyes.

"Yes," she whispered, brushing her lips against his. "I want you to fuck me right here."

Bucky groaned and threw his head back, face contorting into a look of pure need.

And that was all the confirmation she needed.

She slammed her lips onto his again, but this time, it wasn't for the sake of fun, but for the sake of lust.

"Fuck, honey," he hummed, moving forward to catch her lips as he ran his hands up her shirt, "You don't know what you're doing to me."

She couldn't muster up the words to reply. His ministrations on her breasts over her top were inhumanly good---she silently thanked whatever God there was because she had felt an urge to go without bra tonight; it had done her mighty well.

Bucky grinned at her lack of response. "Baby, you're absolutely fucked already, aren't you?"

She bit out a desperate whine of agreement and his grin widened.

"That's what I thought," he whispered. His eyes only seemed to get darker as he peppered a trail of kisses on her jawline to the side of her lips, not bothering to fully kiss her. His hands started to un-button her top, and when he couldn't take apart those damn buttons thanks to the sheer size of his hands and the level of inebriation he was in, he scowled and ripped her front open.

She gasped. "That was my favourite shirt!"

"I'll buy you a new one," is all he mumbled as he began trailing kisses over the top of her breasts, to her belly, to over where she wanted—needed—him most.

She moaned and rocked her hips towards his face.

Bucky smirked. "Eager?"

With a gulp, she nodded.

Bucky's eyes darkened. "Perfect," he whispered.

His hands found their way to the button of her pants, undoing the top. She shimmied them off with help from Bucky, heart in her throat as her chest heaved with anticipation.

Bucky's eyes were staring. Her wetness was practically seeping through her thong, and if it was anyone else she was with she would have the mind to be embarrassed, but she was too drunk and high on Bucky Barnes to find it in herself to care.

"Aren't you lovely," he whispered to himself, bending down on his haunches. He looked up at her through hooded eyes, pressing a languid kiss to her calf, then her quad, then the inside of her thigh.

"Bucky," she whined, "Don't tease. They're gonna notice we're gone if you don't get to it."

Bucky's eyes seemed to get brighter.

"Then I'll have to make you come before then." He looked animalistic. "I don't care whether it's on my tongue or cock."

Y/N's eyes nearly bulged out of her head.

Then he connected his lips to her clothed core.

It was just an innocent lick, but the absurdity of it being her teammate she was doing it with sent a wave of spirals down her body, a strong bolt of electricity travelling to the apex of her thighs.

"Shit, Bucky," she gasped, squeezing her eyes shut as she tried her best to keep quiet.

She felt him smirk against her core. He licked up her wet panties again before finally, finally, pushing them to the side, allowing him to touch and see her most vulnerable part.

His blue eyes morphed to a shade of grey, desperate.

"Jesus, doll, you're soaked," he said quietly, amused, gazing into her dripping core with a small look of satisfaction.

Y/N felt a flash of embarrassment. "I know," she muttered, having half the mind to apologize for some strange reason, but she didn't have the chance; Bucky's lips were connected to her pussy now.

"I fucking love it," he grumbled. His eyes were the darkest she'd seen them yet. "You're so..."

He didn't finish his sentence. He started eating.

Y/N threw her head back, arching her back as her whole body shuddered. She but out a yelp, biting her lip as she tried to keep quiet, but Bucky didn't care.

Slurping on her pussy as if it was his last meal, he licked a stripe up her lips to her clit—which of course he knew how to find—looking like he was in utter bliss. There was no hint of smugness in his face, only the want for pleasure and the need to give it.

It made her for restless for more.

"Fuck, you're close already, aren't you," he mumbled. He nibbled on her clit, making her suck in a breath and squirm under his touch.

She nodded in response, eyes squeezed shut, barely able to form words.

Bucky only nodded slowly, running his finger up  her core to collect her juices. He looked pensive for a moment, all before bringing his finger to his lips and sucking on them. He hollowed out his cheeks and closed his eyes, groaning, as the taste of her took over his tastebuds.

The sight nearly made Y/N come.

"Mm." Bucky's eyes fluttered at the taste, eyebrows furrowing into a desperate knot. "You're lovely."

Y/N couldn't respond.

He leaned forward, putting his muscular arms on both sides of her. He brought a hand to her jaw, rubbing his thumb against her cheek.

"Suck," he demanded, voice low.

Nodding slowly, she took his pointer finger into his mouth and obeyed. She hollowed her cheeks as her tongue wrapped around his finger, warm from her dripping core, eyes fluttering shut at the taste of her arousal.

She hummed lowly, brining up a hand on hold onto Bucky's arm.

"Doing so good for me," he rasped, "Doing so well."

Y/N felt a shudder course through her body.

The moment was sensual and sexual and Y/N wanted nothing more than for Bucky to fuck her—until the thought was shattered by a quick knock to the door.

"Hey, Y/N, are you in here?" Sam Wilson's voice echoed out, causing Bucky to groan and put his head in his hands. "I think Thor's looking for him!"

Y/N frowned, looking to Bucky, confused.

"Uh," she slurred, watching that familiar gleam make its way back into his eyes, "I don't know where he went, sorry."

Bucky snickered like a mischievous child and Y/N almost whacked him.

Behind the door, she heard Sam swear loudly.

Y/N frowned. "Why do you need him? What's he done this time—oh!"

Her eyes became the size of saucers as she felt Bucky's thick fingers thrust up into her dripping pussy. She threw her head back and hissed, trying to bite her lip to keep quiet.

Bucky looked like he was having the time of his life; and to make matters worse, he just pressed his lips to her clit.

Y/N gulped and nearly forgot about Sam. Completely enamoured by the blue-eyed soldier in front of her, she had half the mind to tell Sam to fuck off and let her enjoy her orgasm, until she heard his voice again.

"Are you alright?" he called, suddenly sounding concerned, "I just heard something." He paused. "Don't tell me you fell in the toilet again."

Bucky almost laughed, but he put a hand to his mouth before it could escape.

Y/N shot him a glare from between her thighs, "I didn't fall in the toilet, thanks, it's nothing."

Sam went quiet for a moment; but of course, in the quick silence that followed, Bucky took the liberty of beginning his ministrations again.

She rasped a heaving breath. The pleasure of his tongue on her core was nearly unbearable and it took every ounce of strength she had not to moan.

"Y/N?" Sam asked again, bless him, "Are you sure you're alright?"

Bucky nibbled her clit and she squeaked, clamping a hand over her mouth.

"It's n-nothing!" she replied, face contorted, "I just... fuck, I just slipped."

She could heard him mutter something that sounded suspiciously like, "Drunk bastards," before continuing his spiel.

"Well," he said, "If you know where Bucky is, can you relay this message to him?" Sam didn't let her respond before saying, "Thor's pissed because all the Asgardian liquor is gone. I'm assuming it's Barnes because Cap doesn't drink and it's the only thing that gets super-soldiers drunk."

She squeaked out a brief hum of acknowledgment, lip tucked between her teeth with such pressure she nearly drew blood.

Sam hesitated for a moment before deeming the interaction good enough, rapping his knuckles on the door in farewell.

She suppressed a scream at how well Bucky's fingers worked into her.

Suddenly, he stood up from the ground, fingers still working their assault on her pussy. His eyes became a stern line and he looked at her with an expression that almost read anger, though she's pretty sure he wasn't angry—maybe annoyed?

He pressed his hand to her mouth to silence her and she nearly bit it.

"He left," she hissed, "Why are you stopping?"

Bucky held up a finger, eyes calculated, before—in perfect timing—pointing to the door as soon as Sam said, "You still in there?"

Y/N's lustful gaze became weary.

Bucky put his head in the one palm that wasn't inside of her.

"When is he fucking leaving," she heard him growl, looking like he had half a mind to run to the door and kick him halfway across town. "I swear to fucking God."

Sam, obviously not hearing the interaction from inside, continued, "—Yeah, so basically Thor said he'd curse Buck if he found out it was him and I don't want him to sprout feelers from his head or some other crazy shit, so I thought I'd tell you. Yeah."

He went silent, probably awaiting a final response.

Bucky looked to Y/N expectantly, raising an eyebrow as if saying, he isn't going to leave until you talk.

Y/N rolled her eyes and went to nip playfully at his smug figure, only before his fingers curled perfectly inside of her, causing her eyes to roll back in her head as a low gasp rasped through her throat.

"Fucking bastard," she hissed.

Bucky smirked.

She looked to the door, "Thanks for the info," she said in response to Sam, trying her hardest to keep her voice even, "I'll tell him when I see him."

Sam's voice sounded oddly smug from behind the door.

"Yeah, okay," he said. "Let me know when you find him."

She heard his footsteps echo away and nearly let out a screech of pleasure. The sheer relief of finally being able to be slightly louder and feel the way Bucky played her like a fiddle was unparalleled to any kind of relief she's ever felt.

"You almost gave us away," Bucky muttered suddenly, jolting her from her thoughts. She expected him to look upset, but he looked anything but angry; he looked pleased. "You almost got us caught, sugar," he repeated.

Y/N bit back a response, "It's a little hard to be quiet when you're fucking doing—THAT!"

For some unknown reason, when she was talking to The Cockblock she presumed, Bucky took the time to undo his belt and pull out his dick. Unbeknownst to her, his cock was out and pushing into her without warning.

Her eyes widened as the pair both let out a moan, hers considerably higher, his extremely satisfied.

"Fuck," Bucky drawled, looking utterly debauched as his eyebrows knotted together in pleasure, "You're so tight."

She couldn't manage a response.

Her eyes met his pleadingly, and from the amount of dangerous missions they both had to endure, he could read the fucked out woman like a damn book.

Please, she seemed to say.

A flash of concern surfaced under Bucky's eyes. Perhaps he misread her expression. But before he had an opportunity to voice it, she caught it and silenced it.

"Don't worry, Buck, I need you to fuck me—please," she breathed, begging, as his expression became level again. "I fucking need you."

Bucky groaned at the sight of her begging, and without any warning, again, he began to thrust into her.

She cried out, eyes wide as his girth stretched her perfectly, offering that sweet, sweet burn that she missed so much.

"Shit!" she moaned, eyes beginning to water as Bucky grunted, "You're so big, fuck, I can't—"

"Take it," he hissed into her ear, voice so hot is seemed to scald her lungs and eat her up, "Take my cock."

Her eyes rolled back into her head. His filthiness was incredible and sent a direct throb of pleasure to her clit.

"God," she moaned out, having to hold onto Bucky's biceps as his jackrabbit thrusts pounded into her at such a quick rate she could barely keep conscious. The pleasure was so consuming she nearly fainted in his arms.

He grunted and squeezed his eyes shut as she clenched around him, tangling her trembling fingers into his hair. He grabbed her calf and hitched it onto his hip, hitting her at such a deep angle it had her falling apart.

She yelped and almost cried out again before Bucky crashed his panting lips into hers, swallowing the moan.

She kissed him back feverishly, tongues twisting as both of their eyebrows furrowed in none other than pure ecstasy. He brought up his other hand to cup her cheek, pulling her closer towards his shiny lips, spilling his sweet spit into her mouth.

The movement was so hot and sexual coming from him she almost became delirious with the pleasure.

"Fuck," she moaned against his lips, his own mouth wide open and breathing hotly into hers as curses spewed from her own, "Oh, God, shit, Bucky... fuck, Buck..."

Suddenly, the moment became tender and her quiet utter of his name was the catalyst.

For a split second his thrusts slowed, kiss turning languid, the fingers that were pressing into her cheek relenting their harshness...

The reality of the situation suddenly sank in.

Y/N was fucking her partner, her best friend, in the bathroom of some random club.

And without any warning, a laugh bubbled from her lips.

Bucky pulled away, thrusts slowing as his lips twisted into a pout.

"What?" he breathed.

Y/N snorted and fell against his shoulder that was now bare (though she can't remember ever taking his shirt off), laughs falling uncontrollably from her puffy lips.

"We're fucking in a bathroom," she tried to contain her laughter as Bucky's gaze softened, blue eyes starting to glimmer, "We're fucking in a bathroom."

"Yeah, we are," Bucky laughed, voice dripping in mirth as a small smirk twisted up his features. He brought up a hand to cup her jaw and kissed her nose. "It's weird for me too."

Y/N frowned, wiping a bead of sweat from her forehead—the sweat that he had induced—in such a nonchalant manner that for a split second, Bucky thought that he had half a mind to continue his earth-shattering thrusts.

"C'mon, it's not weird if we're drunk," she said, trying to ease that sense of sober guilt that seemed to be poking through that drunken fog more and more. She smiled. "I like having sex with you," she paused, "In a bathroom."

Bucky laughed and dropped his head to her shoulder. "God, we're insane."

Y/N smiled and kissed the top of his head. "Yeah, I know."

Bucky went quiet for a moment. Suddenly pressing a gentle kiss to the top of her shoulder, her amused gaze softened considerably.

He didn't speak for a few moments.

He brought his head up to look at her, blue eyes glassy and lips puffed. His gaze was loving, and she were so invested in it she almost didn't notice his hips slowly starting to pick up again.

No words were exchanged this time, and she gladly let him continue his thrusts because this time, this time, it didn't feel like a drunken blur. It felt like intimacy. It felt like making love in a location that is absolutely not ideal, but it also felt like sex. Not a crude fuck, not a one night stand, but sex, with someone she genuinely cared about.

Bucky's hips met hers as burning eye contact never wavered, hand pressing against her cheek.

"Fuck," he mumbled, biting his lip in a way that had her whimpering and clenching around him, "You're so pretty."

It was a drastic change from the filth he was speaking before but the simplicity of the statement made her heart feel warm.

Her eyes glimmered and she sighed, arching her back, bare chest meeting chiseled planes of muscle. She brought up a hand to cup his face.

"You're so handsome, Bucky Barnes," she whispered.

Bucky's reaction was immediate: blue eyes softening, eyebrows knitting together in a love-filled line, lips threatening to break into a smile. He didn't know how to respond, so he opted with the only way he knew how to show it, which was emphasizing that he understood.

He kissed her.

His thrusts sped up and her chest was heaving, breasts bouncing against his chest, dog tags dangling and chilling her heated body, but she could barely feel any of those sensations.

She only felt Bucky.

She closed her eyes and melted into his kiss, and though it was a little messy and miscalculated thanks to the alcohol still roaming their veins, she tried to relish every second of it.

Bucky knew how to kiss. More specifically, he knew how to kiss her.

Y/N sighed.

"Bucky," she whispered, feeling her core tighten again as his thrusts were back up to the earth-shattering speed he was at before, "Open your eyes."

And slowly, he did.

He brought his head up to look at her, mouth hanging open and lips shiny with spit, eyebrows contorted as he felt her and only her.

The room spun out of view and it only became Y/N and Bucky; moans on moans, flesh on flesh, metal hand cupping her jaw and flesh hand rubbing vigorously on her clit, Bucky so painfully close to release and Y/N already teetering on the edge.

"James..." she suddenly moaned into his neck, pressing a chaste kiss to his earlobe, "'M gonna come, oh god, fuck, James—"

It was his name spilling like a prayer from her lips that prompted him to provide her with the last thrust that had her coming. Hard.

Y/N's eyes rolled back into her head, hands tangling in his dark tresses as he chased his own release, knocking his head against her collarbone. Grunts and broken moans rasped from his throat, coaxing her high to reach its unbelievable peak.

Electricity scorched through her entire body and she felt like it could shoot through the tips of her fingers. She felt like she was floating, like she was in her own content subspace that had Bucky and only Bucky... she was writhing, mouth open in a silent scream.

Her mind-bending orgasm set off his own within seconds.

"Fuck, Y/N," he gasped, groaning so deeply she nearly felt it rattle her bones. With a low, choked moan, he finally came inside of her, coating her walls with his seed as she shuddered, masking the urge to violently shake.

There was a silence.

Bucky's head rested on her clavicle, chest heaving; her eyes were shut closed, breaths coming out hard, hand combing through his hair as she leaned back against the counter, back hitting the mirror.

Y/N figured Bucky didn't know what to do when the situation was tender for him. Perhaps he was uncomfortable. The poor man was so traumatized and broken that she was just thankful he was able to show some of that love inside of him that still lingered—perhaps it would take some coaxing to bring out, but she knew that she could.

In a sense, she always knew the real Bucky Barnes was in there somewhere.

Gingerly kissing the top of his head upon hearing his shaky, relieved sigh, he brought up a hand to gently squeeze the side of her thigh. She smiled.

Things could not get any better.

Until another sharp knock on the bathroom door made her and Bucky jolt apart, puncturing the content subspace. Again.

"James Barnes, you cannot drink all my liquor and expect to get away with it! I know it was you, you blasted scoundrel!"

A silence followed.

Y/N laughed loudly, and it was followed by a rather unattractive snort which had Bucky bursting out in laughter, too; she just proved that it was, in fact, Bucky Barnes that drank the liquor all along, and that she was in there with him.

She faintly heard Sam yell, "I told you they were fucking!", though in an odd way, she didn't find it in herself to care.

She felt okay.

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Steve’s Little Sister Is Off-Limits

Pairing: Post-Winter Soldier!Bucky Barnes x Rogers!Reader

Words: 1000+

Summary: The Reader is in a secret relationship with Bucky, but one day Steve walks in on them.

Warnings: explicit sexual content (vaginal sex, unprotected sex) That’s really about it. But it’s still smut. SMUT!!!! 18+

A/N: I enjoyed writing this a lot, because I thought it was an interesting concept. There is fluff scattered throughout the whole fic. Like a lot of fluff. Tooth-rotting fluff, well because it’s Bucky. I hope you enjoy this fic. 

Y/n Rogers is Steve Rogers younger sister. She is only two years younger than him, but still he is very protective over her. So when the two go into the ice, then wake up 70 years later. He is more protective than ever. Sometimes it’s nice, but when she has a secret relationship with his best friend it gets annoying.

Now Y/n is in the kitchen, cooking breakfast for the team. When she feels two arms wrap around her waist, then she feels a pair of lips on her neck. She leans into her boyfriend’s touch. “Buck, not right now. Steve could walk in any minute.” Y/n whines, and turns around in Bucky’s arms. He quickly steals a kiss then sits on one of the bar stools. 

“I just can’t help it, doll. You look so hot in those silk shorts.” Bucky says, and she turns around and he practically drools at the sight of her ass. She lightly chuckles as she feels his gaze on her. She continues to cook Breakfast, as the team files into the kitchen. She knows that this makes Bucky nervous being around other people, because he feels guilty. When he was the winter soldier he tried to kill almost all of them. Except everyone forgave him, but he hasn’t forgiven himself yet. So Y/n helps him ground himself by either letting him braid her hair or having him touch her in some way. The team sits at the large table in the dining room.

Sam, Steve, Natasha, Wanda, and Vision sit on the right side of the table. Clint, Pepper, Morgan, Bucky, and Y/n sit on the left side of the table. Tony and Rhodes sit at each end of the table. Y/n sets the food on the table for people to take as they please. She sits next to Bucky, and she can see in his face that he’s trying not to bolt out of the room. She subtly links her pinky with his. She gently rubs the back of his hand with her thumb. He looks over at her and slightly smiles at her. When Breakfast is over it’s Steve’s turn to wash the dishes. So Bucky and Y/n sneak off to her room. They only do dirty stuff together when Steve is on a mission or caught up in stuff, so that he won’t notice they’re gone.

As soon as the lift doors close, Bucky has her pinned against the metal wall of the small lift room. He kisses her and she kisses back. He kisses down her neck, leaving little red marks, nothing that will leave hickeys. The doors open and she pulls him to her room down the hall. Y/n quickly opens the door and pulls Bucky in. He kicks the door shut, as she pulls him to the bed. He falls back onto the bed, and she climbs on top of him. She grinds on his already hard member, while he kisses her passionately. She leans up and pulls off her Y/f/c hoodie, leaving her nude from the waist up because she didn’t put a bra on. Bucky looks up and groans at the sight of her bare breasts. He scooted up to the head of the bed, with her still on his lap. He sits up and takes both of her breasts in each hand, and he rubs and pinches her nipples. He watches her face shift into a look of pleasure. She moans and grinds on his lap, without knowing it. He lets go of her nipples, and Y/n rips his shirt over his head. She throws it over her shoulder, before smashing her lips to his. They pull away and he looks into her eyes.

“It’s been so long, doll. Since we’ve done anything like this.” Bucky says, rubbing his hands up and down her hips.

“I know, Buck. Now it’s just me and you.” Y/n whispers, and kisses down his jaw to his neck. She sucks and nips at his neck, definitely leaving hickeys.

“No, visible hickeys, babygirl.” He says, and she smirks against his skin.

“That rule applies to you, not me. Steve doesn’t care if you get a hickey. He only cares if I have one.” She states, and he lightly chuckles.

“You remember back in the 30’s, I accidentally left a dark purple hickey under your jaw?” Bucky asks, as she leaves a hickey on his pulse point.

“Yeah. I remember. Steve wanted to rip the guy who did that to me to shreds.” Y/n says, then he rips off her shorts.

“Enough talk about your brother. Let me show you how much I missed you.” He whispers seductively, she smirks and helps him take off his sweatpants and boxers. He rips off her panties with his metal hand, he runs a metal finger up and down her wet folds. She gasps at the cool sensation. She reaches down and lined him up with her entrance, then starts sinking down on his cock. They both moans at the sensation of being connected. “Oh… doll. You’re so tight.” He groans, and thrusts up into her. Her mouth hangs open and her eyes closed in pleasure. Y/n composes herself then starts moving her hips up and down. Bucky’s hands clamp down on her hip as she rides him slow and hard. They are so lost in each other, that they don’t hear the door open until a voice makes them freeze.

“Hey, Y/n/n. I was wondering-” Steve starts to say, as he walks through Y/n’s door. The scene in front of him makes him freeze in place. His little sister on top of a man, he couldn’t see who it is but he knows they’re having sex. He quickly runs out and closes the door behind him.

As the door closes, Y/n and Bucky sit there for a minute with his cock still in her. She quickly comes back to reality, and she jumps off of him. She grabs her panties and slips them on then her shorts, as Bucky pulls on his boxers and shirt. She puts her hoodie back on and he puts on his sweatpants. Y/n paces the room as Bucky sits on the edge of the bed.

“Did Steve just walk in on us…” Y/n trails off, as she runs a hand through her Y/h/c hair.

“Yeah…” Bucky trails off, and slowly nods.

“Oh my god. He’s gonna kill you, then lock me away forever.” She groans, and covers her face with her hands. Bucky stands up and takes her hands into his.

“It’ll be fine. He’s a reasonable guy.” Bucky states, looking into her eyes.

“He punched that one guy who smacked my ass.” Y/n says.

“That guy was an ass.”

“He was my boyfriend.” She scoffs, and Bucky chuckles and kisses her on the forehead. “I’ll go up there first. He won’t touch me. You on the other hand, if he sees you, you’ll be dead before you hit the ground.” She states, and he nods.

“Alright. Just tell FRIDAY to send me up there. When you’re ready.” He explains.

“Okay.” She smiles, and he kisses her, before she leaves out the room.

Y/n takes the lift down to the main floor. She quietly steps out of the lift. She tiptoes down the hall on bare feet. She walks around the corner and sees Steve leaning on the counter with a beer in hand. She walks closer but stays a few feet away.

“Hey, Stevie.” Y/n says, and Steve looks up and spots her.

“Y/n.” He nods, and takes a sip of his beer.

“Can we talk?” She questions, and takes a seat on the barstool in front of the counter.

“About what?” He asks, still not meeting her eyes.

“You know what.”

“Who is he?” Steve questions, and Y/n’s eyes widen when she realizes he didn’t know.

“You didn’t see his face?”

“No. Why?” He asks, and finally looks at her. “Who is it, Y/n?”

“Before I tell you. You have to promise not to go after him.” Y/n says calmly.

“Okay. I promise.” Steve nods, and she takes a deep breath.

“It’s Bucky.” She says, and she watches Steve’s face waiting for something.

“I’m gonna kill him!” He exclaims, and runs towards the lift. She runs after him, and grabs him by the back of his shirt and drags him back to the lounge. She throws him on the couch.

“Steven Grant Rogers! You need to calm down right now! I am an adult! I’m not some little kid who needs to be protected from boys!” She exclaims, and he looks a bit taken back by her outburst.

“Y/n-” He starts to say, but she cuts him off.

“I am not done! Bucky is the best thing that has happened to me! You may think that our relationship is just sex! But it’s not! It’s so much more than that! I love him! I have been in love with him since the minute my eyes landed on him!” She exclaims, and then a voice behind her makes her freeze.

“You love me?” Bucky asks from behind her, and she freezes.

“You heard that?” Y/n questions, turning around slowly. Bucky stands a few feet away.

“Yeah. And just so you know I love you too.” He says, and a smile creeps across her face. She runs and hugs him. Steve stands up and clears his throat. The couple pulls away and faces Steve.

“If you two are happy. Then… I guess that’s fine with me.” Steve says, and Y/n hugs her brother, and pulls back with a bigger smile on her face.

“Thank you, Stevie.” She says, and Steve nods then turns to Bucky.

“You hurt her. I’ll kill you.” Steve threatens Bucky, and the brunette puts his hands up.

“Duly noted.” Bucky nods, and Steve shakes hands with him. Then walks down the hall.

“Next time, lock your door!” Steve yells, from down the hall. The couple hear the lift doors close, then Y/n jumps onto Bucky and kisses him passionately. He catches her by the backs of her thighs. She pulls back and runs her hands through his long locks.

“I love you, James.” Y/n whispers, and he smiles and leans into her touch.

“I love you, Y/n.” Bucky whispers, and leans back up to kiss her. “Should we finish what we started?” He questions, and she nods and he walks towards the lift, with her still on him.

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[captainapple]

Lawless Love

Pairing: Dark! Steve Rogers X Fem! Reader

Word Count: 2k

Warning: Non-con, rape, smut, explicit language, cursing, swearing, 18+ Minors DNI, unprotected sex, angry sex, oral sex, vaginal sex, mentions of genitalia, dark fic. It is a fictional work, not my intention to taint certain profession.

A/N: Submitted for @labella420 600 Followers Celebration, Congratulations! The prompts are in bold. Huge, massive, special thank you for @punemy-spotted that gave me the support, help, and idea making this fic.

18+ DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT!

“Stark specially requested you to be the one.” Your boss handed over a piece of paper, the Stark Industries letterhead was the first thing you noticed. “Now, go and don’t make him wait!”

Freshly graduated from famous university and having short internship with the government did not make you automatically became the best lawyer. Those college days were only filled with theory and mini trial with fake cases. Internship days were also merely paper works here and there. There were many professional lawyers in the firm, yet you were chosen to handle Avengers’ business.

Handling some law business for the Avengers were not that complicated. Seeing their job as the earth mightiest heroes, lawsuits about recklessness and noise complaints were pretty common. There might be only two things that bothered you, occasionally seeing your ex who worked in the building and the lingering gaze of Mr. Stark himself. The money was the only thing that made you stay. It was plenty, enough for renting an apartment in New York and slowly paying the student loan.

Well maybe there was another one that bothered you, the Captain America.

That self-righteous man always felt that he was above the law. He was the only one who made you lose your calm. Every consultation always ended up as a heated argument, exchanging shouts and yells, despite how light the topic was. There was one thing that Steve Rogers wanted, and he would not get it, not with you. You would not let this man won on every single argument even it took all of your efforts and strength.

It was either all or nothing. When he decided not to listen to you, you made him regret it. Sometimes, your stubbornness could lead you to a bigger problem.

Steve stormed from the front door to your desk. He stood as he stared at you angrily. He held papers in his hand tightly, you could see tense in his muscle.

"Tell me what is this?" He put the papers down, trying to be civil by not slamming on your desk.

"As you can see, Mr. Rogers, that are lawsuits from insurance companies. You have been doing a lot of property damage recently."

“I clearly can see that. Aren’t you getting paid to deal with all of this stuff?”

You swallowed thickly, gathering all of your patience. You wished you could shout it all - if you can’t listen, why would I bother? I don’t get paid enough to deal with your shithead. Instead, you smiled at him.

“Well, apparently the issue was that both party need to understand the root of the problems.”

He raised his eyebrow, “and?”

Taking a deep breath, you started to explain why he should be listening to you and taking your advice. He ducked all of it again and again by using his classic answer ‘saving the world’. Clearly, saving the world did not have to be doing too much damage for people. You spent minutes to hour explaining to him and he also got hours to give you his lecture from the speech machine inside his brain. He might have all those cool patriotic voice, but you have less patience with this man.

"That doesn't mean you can grab any car door and make it your personal shield! How many times we talked about this?"

You snapped. He went silent, but you could hear his deep breath. Slowly, he approached you. His tall body was towering you, he clearly tried to state his dominance. You, as pissed as you could be, held your head high and did not break any eye contact with him.

"I. Save. The. World." He moved his head closer and closer in every words. He made sure you understood his emphasis.

"I... I don't... ", you stuttered as his presence was too domineering. Taking deep breath and curling your fist, you would not let this man took control in this conversation. "I don't make the law, Mr. Rogers. Either you obey or you deal with the consequences."

He chuckled. Something about his deep voice sent shiver down your spine. You stepped back to create distance, but he kept moving toward you. A pathetic whimper was out from your mouth as your back touched the file cabinets behind you. You could feel the heat creeping up from your neck to your face.

"I always know how to keep you quiet, don’t I?” The smug smirk painted on his face as he moved closer. "Go on, what do you want to say, doll?"

He whispered all of his words, creating another effect that you could not even process with your mind. You could feel his breath on your ear and his beard slightly grazed your neck. You felt warmth spreading in every inch of your body. You tried to speak but there was not any single word coming out of your mouth. Your heart pounding and your brain had stopped working a while ago.

His eyes showed darkness and lust. He stared at your features from strands of your hair to your hips, moving upwards again and stopped a while around your breasts. He hummed before his gaze found your eyes again. You were his prey now.

“Does it make you nervous when I stare?”

You averted your gaze from him. Somehow it landed to the view of the bulge around his thighs. Steve grabbed some of your hair and pulled your head back.

“My eyes are up here, doll.”

He lifted his hand and dragged his thumb from your lips, along the space between your collarbone, to the first button of your shirt. He circled around the button for a while. How many times you tried to fight in your mind, your body always gave in. Your body arched toward him, inviting him to explore every inch of you right here and right now.

His lips quickly touched your lips, dropping sloppy open-mouthed kiss. Your non-existence reaction made him groaned. His tongue forcefully found its way to yours. It was between heated tension or your determination, your tongue battling for domination. Again, when Steve wanted it, he could do that all day to get it. Your tears slowly rolled down as your tongue gave up. He wrapped the make out session with a bite to your lower lips.

It became too unbearable for you. Your chest was heaving while your loud breath was escaping from your mouth. The tense and the anticipation from him brought you to this point. Steve hurriedly undoing every buttons of your shirt, two or maybe three of them flying off as he tore the rest. Without any warning, he brought his mouth to your neck. You hissed as he sunk his teeth and pulled your skin. He marked you up here and there, creating trail to your breast. He unclasped your bra, spending a moment to get the view, and continued tasting you. You let out a moan as he pulled each of your nipples into his mouth, suckling them.

“Tsk. You still have no idea how to keep quiet.”

You tried to fight him hard as your hands pushed him away. He was not moving an inch. The pathetic blows you threw hit him in his firm chest, yet it was merely a tickle for him. Next thing you knew, Steve got your pants down. Your wriggle just made it easier for him. Contrasting with his left hand that planted firmly on your hips, a featherlight touch from his right hand moved from your breast to lower belly. You shuddered. Your body was very responsive from his touch since you felt warm liquid pooling in your panties.

He took time exploring your lower part, giving light touch here and there. You were frustrated waiting for him to ruin you. You should not feel like this, but his touch was hypnotizing. Sudden touch in your clit made your breath hitch. A grin spread widely in his face. He took time playing with it. The movement of his fingers and the friction of your panties drove you closer to break the tension grumbling inside you. Then, he stopped.

“I haven’t been inside you and you were so close to breaking. You like it that much, hm?”

You started losing your mind. No, you lost it long ago. Your blood boiled as the desperation kicked in.

“What’s stopping you? Realizing that your mouth is bigger than your dick?”

The thick beard did nothing to hide his tense jaw. You swore his clear blue eyes got darker in an instant. He swept you out from your feet and you landed on your knees. Your eyes lazily staring at his eyes, challenging him to whatever he wanted to do next. He gave you the look - oh you have no idea, doll. The clink sound was heard as his belt along with his pants dropped on the floor. He took no time to drop his brief, showing you his hardening cock while giving a few strokes with his fist. His hand was big, but his cock was huge.

“Shall we put that mouth to better use?”

His hand fisted your hair and the other forced your mouth to open. How would you fit all of it in? He shoved his cock in your mouth, forcing you to take all of his. You could feel the head was touching your throat and you have not reached the end of his shaft. Steve did not care. He pounded hard in your mouth, moving your head until your nose was touching his pubic bone. You gagged and it gave him more pleasure.

“God, it felt better than what I’ve been picturing all this time.”

Your eyes widened in shock. That man has been picturing you all this time in his dirty thoughts. It would end up in cold shower or in the fist of his hand. Luckily, he had high pressure shower that was loud enough to hide your name in his low moan.

“I see this every time that mouth of yours couldn’t stop talking. I have to admit it was annoying and turning me on at the same time. I guess I have a thing for brat taming.”

You moaned at his confession, sending vibration to his member. He was close, judging from how he quickened his pace. Your nails were digging on his thigh and his ass as he bobbed your head harder. The tears rolled down your cheek and your throat was burning. When you felt like you could not take it anymore, his pace became erratic. Then he shot loads and loads of his cum straight to your mouth as he finally reached his climax.

You were a whimpering mess. Steve was grinning as he took a closer look at your face. You were beautiful covered with drool and his cum. He kneeled in front of you and stroke his thumb to wipe your tears.

“Such a good girl taking it all. Let me reward you.” He whispered and nibbled your ear softly.

Before you could even protest, he lifted you up. Your papers and stuffs pushed aside from your desk and your bottom met the cold of the glass. He kissed you slower than before but full of passion. His lips traced all the marks he made before. Your feet found their comfort, circling around his naked hips. He was built different. His cock was hardening again at the warmth contact.

He stepped back and took off your wet panties. He gazed at your glistening cunt like he was looking at the sacred gate of heaven. He spread his precum as his hand moving back and forth along his shaft. Then, he stepped forward and pushed the tip of his cock slowly, letting you adjust to it. You were completely split apart as he entered you. He was huge and yours were tight, the perfect pair seemed destined to complete each other.

Steve started deep and slow, moving in and out filling the tight space. You moaned as he went deeper and deeper, gasped at the feeling of brief emptiness before he thrust deep again in you. His name was out from your mouth like a chant as he moved faster. The sound of skin slapping mixed with his grunt and your pornographic moan. Steve’s hand moved to your clit, rubbing it in circle with such tempo until he could feel your inside gripping his tighter. You were closed. The pressure inside you were quickly building and your coil was ready to snap at any time.

Your body was waiting, one simple command. When he said it, your whole body trembled.

“Cum for me.”

Your vision was cloudy and your mouth was opened. Your scream was voiceless. The coil inside you snapped as the warmth oozing out. Your wall fluttered. He fucked you through your high and his movement became sloppier. Steve knew he would not last long when your wall was milking him. Both of you could feel his throbbing cock. He moaned your name loudly as he plunged deeper and spilled his load inside.

After both of you came down from your high, he stood up and cleaned himself before putting on his pants. Then, he cleaned you up and helped you stood to fix your clothes. Too worn out to move, you plopped down on your chair and close your eyes for a moment. You could hear him searching stuffs in your drawer until he found your brush. You hummed as he brushed your hair softly and kissed your temple afterward. He checked your appearance, making sure it looked presentable as if nothing was happened.

“You look very bliss out. When was the last time anyone fucked you this good beside me?”

“That’s none of your business, Rogers”. You sneered at him. “I’m sure you could handle your lawsuit by yourself since you don’t need me anymore.”

“Well, I could use a refreshment in our future fight.” He smirked. “Doll, I’m sure we would be still dating now if you knew how to shut up.”

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[the-queen-of-hell-666]

The 100-Year Old Virgin

Pairing: Virgin!Steve Rogers / Fem!Reader

Words: 2000+

Summary: Reader has a crush on Steve but he is already seeing someone.

 Warnings: explicit sexual content (vaginal sex, unprotected sex, vaginal fingering, oral sex (M and F receiving), squirting), friends to lovers, lost of virginity, SMUT!!!!! NO MINORS!!! 18+!!!!

A/N: This was my first time writing a Steve Smut fic (Only because I have only written Supernatural smut) and I am very proud of this fic. I like to write in 3rd person, just because it makes it easier on myself. There is some fluff at the end but for the most part it’s smut. Also I posted this on my Ao3 account and people seemed to really like it and I want to see if it happens with all platforms. I hope you enjoy this as much as I did while writing it. 

Y/n sat on the couch of the Avengers compound. She was wearing a pair of grey sweatpants and one of the t-shirts, she stole from Steve, her best friend. She has her Y/h/c hair up in a top knot and black fuzzy socks on her feet. She was watching The Big Bang Theory on the giant tv in the lounge.

She was relaxing, when a tuxedo clad Steve Rogers came rushing out of the lift. She looked up as he rushed past her with a pair of black dress shoes in his hands. 

Y/n whisted, “Why do you look like a blonde double o’ seven?” She questioned, pausing her show and standing up. Steve tries to put on his shoes but ends up falling flat on his face, he rolls onto his back and looks up at her. “Steve, why’re you in such a hurry?” She asked, helping him back onto his feet.

“You know Destiny?” He questioned, oh Y/n knows Destiny. She hates her, because the day Y/n had the courage to tell Steve how she felt about him, was the same day Steve introduced Destiny, his girlfriend, to the team.

“Yeah I know her.” She nodded, and then clenched her jaw shut, so she didn’t say anything she’ll regret.

“Well tonight I have a date and I think tonight… might be the night.” Steve shrugged, and a blush dusted his cheeks.

“Tonight might be the night for wha-” She started to ask, but it clicked with her and her eyes widened. “Steve are you a virgin?” She asked.

“What?! No, no…” He trailed off, and Y/n suppressed her smirk and took his shoes from him. She helped him with his shoes and then stood back up. He looked at her faded dark blue t-shirt. “Is that my shirt?”

“You should know by now that I steal your clothes all the time, Steven.” She shrugged, and patted him on the shoulder and walked to the couch and leaned on the back. She crossed her arms and looked up at him. The look on his face was nervous and he was playing with his fingers. “Tell me what’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” He shrugged, and nervously chuckled.

“Really? ‘Cause it looks like you’re about to sweat through your suit.” She said, and he sighed and dropped his defensive facade.

“Fine! I’m nervous that I’m not ready to cross that line.” He explained, and Y/n cocked her head to the side.

“If you’re not ready. It’s not that big of a deal.”

“But I feel like it is and I don’t know how she is going to react if I’m not ready.” Steve rambled, and she placed her hands on his arms, and he looked at her in the eyes.

“Steve, if she really loves you then that shouldn’t matter.” She said, and he let out a breath of relief.

“I wish that all women were like you.” He sighed, and she chuckled.

“Well they aren’t, unfortunately. But you’re going to be late.” She said, and he quickly placed a kiss on her cheek and grabbed his keys and wallet. “Bye!” She yelled, and Steve waved before slipping out the door. Y/n sighed and plopped back onto the couch with her blankets and pillows. “Good job, Y/n. You love him and yet you let him go.” She sighed, and buried her face in a pillow and screamed before taking a breath, then unpaused her show.

After a while she fell asleep in the sea of blankets and pillows. She woke up to the sound of the door open and shut. She jolted awake and looked at the mystery man in the kitchen, but she could see it was Steve. He saw that she was awake and paused in his tracks.

“Sorry, did I wake you?” He questioned, as Y/n got up and walked into the kitchen behind the lounge. She grabbed a bottle of beer and popped the cap off.

“Yeah. But I needed to get up anyway.” She shrugged, then took a long sip of beer and then looked Steve up and down. “Your tie is still around your neck. So I’m guessing it didn’t happen.”

“No. I wasn’t ready, but she was and then when I told her I wasn’t… she broke up with me.”

“I’m sorry, Stevie.” She said sympathetically. “Wanna stay up late watching crappy tv?” She offered, walking back over to the couch.

“Sure.” He shrugged, and plopped down next to her. She leaned over and grabbed the remote, and her shirt rode up and Steve saw the back of her Y/f/c lace bralette, he blushed and quickly looked away. She leaned back and sank into the pillows.

“Alright what’d you wanna watch? Big Bang Theory? Game of Thrones? Supernatural?” She questioned, and Steve looked over the tv screen.

“What about Friends?” He shrugged, and she nodded.

“Sounds good.” She said, and played it and leaned back against the couch. After it started, Y/n realised that it was the episode, where Ross came back from China with Julie and Rachel was jealous, and Y/n can’t help but feel like she was in the same thing. The episode ended and Y/n was quick to pause the tv before another one could come on. Steve looked at her confused.

“Why’d you pause the show?” He questioned, and she turned to look at him.

“Why didn’t you go through with Destiny?” She asked, and he looked a little taken back by her question.

“Why do you ask?”

“I mean you can get any woman you want by just stepping outside. Most women are practically in love with you. I mean I’m in love with you-” She stopped her sentence, in realization of what she just confessed.

“Y-you love me?” He questioned, but Y/n didn’t answer, she just dashed down the hall to the stair and took them two at a time. She got to her floor and ran into her room.

She paced the room waiting for Steve to come knocking. “God damnit, Y/n! You take one look at that man and practically fall apart! Now you just confessed your love to him, right after a break up! Stupid, stupid, stupid!” She exclaimed, and then someone cleared their throat from behind her. She froze not exactly knowing what to do.

“I don’t think it’s that stupid.” Steve said, from where he stood at her doorway. Tears filled her eyes as she slowly turned around. She laughed a watery laugh and sat at the edge of her bed.

“Yeah, well I think it’s stupid that a man like you would ever look at me the way you looked at Destiny.” She explained, and he sat next to her.

“Why would you say that?” He asked her sympathetically, and looked at her with big puppy dog eyes.

“Because, I’m not pretty enough, skinny enough, good enough for a man like you.” She whispered, and Steve looked at her with confusion and a little bit of pity. She looked at him and saw the pity so she jumped up and started pacing the room again. “No! Don’t look at me like that!”

“Look at you like what?”

“With pity! I don’t want to be pitied.” She sighed, and he stood up and took her hands in his, so she’d stop pacing.

“I don’t pity you. And as far as I’m concerned, you are the most beautiful dame I’ve ever laid eyes on.” Steve said, she looked up at him as tears fell down her face.

“Then why don’t show it?” Y/n questioned, as her voice cracked. He decided instead of words he would show her, so he placed his hands on her face and leaned down and kissed her. She froze for a moment not really knowing what to do, but then she came back to reality. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer. He pulled her up by the backs of her thighs. She jumped up and wrapped her legs around his waist. He laid her down on the bed and hovered over her without removing his lips from hers. He then pulled back and looked down at her.

“I don’t show it, because I was too scared to.” Steve said, and she placed her hands on his face, so he would look at her.

“Well, don’t get scared now. Because I want you, and by the bulge in your pants I think you want the same.” Y/n whispered, and he leaned down and kissed her hard. She untied his tie, then pushed his suit jacket off. She took her hair down and it flowed around her face, like a halo. She reconnected their lips as she unbuttoned his dress shirt. “Too… many… clothes…” She said, through kisses. He quickly stood up and took off everything except his boxers. He stood back and watched. As she sat up and took off her shirt, then her socks, and finally her sweatpants, leaving her in matching lace panties and bralette.

“You’re so beautiful, doll.” Steve said, and climbed on top of her. He kissed and sucked down her jaw, to her neck, collarbone, then finally to her chest, leaving little red marks in his wake. Before Y/n knew it her bra was gone, and Steve had taken one of her breasts in his mouth.

“Ohh… Steve.” Y/n moaned, as he nipped and sucked on one breast before switching to the other. He kissed down her stomach to the hemline of her panties. “Are you sure about this?” She questioned, and he looked up at her.

“Of course. I love you and I want to show you.” He said, and she smiled and pulled him up for a heated kiss.

“I love you too, Steve.” She whispered, and he again kissed down her stomach to her panties. He hooked his fingers under the hemline then slowly pulled them down. The cool air hit her already soaked pussy, and she mewled out. He smirked and gently spread her legs. He groaned at the sight of her completely exposed to him. He used his fingers to spread her folds, before he dived in. He thrusted his tongue into her wet channel. She moaned and mewled out as he sucked on her clit. He plunged two thick fingers into her. He curled and thrusted them in and out of her pussy. “Ohh… Steve, how are you so good at this?!” She exclaimed, as he slammed three fingers into her.

“Tony sent me a lot of porn, when I first started dating Destiny.” Steve explained, and Y/n rolled her eyes and scoffed.

“That sounds like him.” Y/n said, then he curled his fingers and they hit her g-spot and she arched her back. She cried out as her orgasm took her over. He continued to suck her clit and thrust his fingers, until she came down from her high. He took his fingers out and she took them and sucked them clean. He smirked and climbed over her and connected their lips. She rolled him over onto his back. She straddled his thighs, then pulled his boxers off. His hard member slapped his taut stomach. Y/n took in the size of his and practically drooled at the sight of him. She took Steve in hand and gave a few pumps, before taking the head of his cock in her mouth. She licked the slit, tasting the pre-cum already dripping down his shaft. She slid her mouth down his shaft, until he hit the back of her throat.

“Ohh… Y/n!” Steve groaned out, as she swallowed around him. She hollowed out her cheeks and gently sucked. He moaned and thrusted his hips up, so that his cock moved farther down her throat. Steve pulled her up, then rolled them over, so he was on top. He kissed her fiercely, as he lined up and started to push into her. She had to break away from the kiss, so she could cry out, as he bottomed out. “Oh. You’re so tight, doll.”

“Move. Please, Stevie.” Y/n whined, and he started thrusting in and out of her slowly trying not to hurt her, but she wanted more. “I’m not going to break. Please fuck me. Hard!”

“Whatever you want, babydoll.” He whispered into her ear, then started thrusting hard and fast into her. She cried out and arched her back, he used this new position and took one of her nipples in his mouth. He sucked and nipped on her breasts, leaving hickeys and red marks all over her chest. He kept thrusting hard and fast into her wanting pussy.

“Oh, fuck! I’m gonna cum!” Y/n yelled, and he brought a hand down and started rubbing tight circles on her clit. His cock hit her g-spot over and over again, and that set her off. Her thighs shook as she started squirting all over his cock and chest. Steve groaned at the sight of her squirting all over him. He pulled out quickly and came in spurts of hot, white cum. The cum covered her stomach, pussy, and breasts. He slumped over her without crushing her. After a few minutes of resting, Steve got up and walked to her bathroom, and grabbed a washcloth. He soaked it with some water, then came back in to see Y/n tangled in her white sheets, his cum covering her body, her hair a mess around her head, her eyes closed in peer bliss, and a lovestruck smile across her face. If Steve could take a photo of this he would, she was just so beautiful in his eyes. He walked over to the bed and gently cleaned the cum off of her body, then threw the washcloth in the laundry hamper. He climbed into bed with her, and she immediately cuddled up to his chest.

“I love you, Y/n.” Steve whispered to her, thinking that she was asleep until he heard her voice.

“I love you too, Steve.” Y/n whispered back, then closed her eyes and cuddled closer into his chest. He wrapped both arms around her, and hugged her closely to himself, silently promising never to let her go.

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[the-queen-of-hell-666]

Can’t Get You Off My Mind

Pairing: Fuckboy!Ransom Drysdale x Fem!Reader

Words: 1000+

Summary: Reader and Ransom have been fooling around for awhile, but she has got sick of his cocky I couldn’t give a shit attitude.

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (unprotected vaginal sex, vaginal sex, dirty talk, soft dom/sub vibes), mentions of recreational drug use.

a/n: I got this idea from a post from @honeysucklesteve​ I hope you don’t mind the post just seemed like an interesting prompt. The plot credit goes to ‘insert pronoun’ So I am new to writing smut so I know that this might be a bit corny. Sorry. I want to write a add-on but I don’t have any ideas. So please if you want can you help? But I hope you enjoy this anyways.

Part 2

She laid in her bed at 2 am, her eyes closed trying to get some sleep when her phone chimed. She muttered a few curses under her breath and she lolled her head to the side. She reached over and picked up her phone. It was a text from Ransom;

‘wanna come over and fuck?’

She rolled her eyes and unlocked her screen. She pulled up the messaging app and took a minute to reply. She had nothing better to do. If she stayed at home she may get a few hours of sleep, but if she went to his house she would get her brains fucked out. Wait, why was she even debating this.

She quickly texted him back and got up, put her shoes on, zipped up her jumper, then grabbed her keys, and left. She parked when she got a text telling her the door was unlocked. She got out, walked up, and walked in.

There Ransom was lounging on the couch completely naked, his eyes glued to her. She threw her keys on the counter and quickly stripped off her jumper and stalked her way over to him. She placed herself in his lap and they shared no words, as their lips collided, in a hot dirty kiss. He ran his hands down her back and gripped her ass, as she grinded her hips into his lap. He ripped her shirt over her head and since she didn’t wear a bra, he had free access to her breasts. She moaned in his mouth as he rolled her nipples between his fingers.

“God, I’ve missed these beautiful tits.” Ransom groaned, pulling away from her mouth to mouth at her breasts. She felt a rush of wetness pool in her panties. She always loved his dirty mouth.

“Yeah, well, maybe you should invite me over more and I’ll give you a show.” She purred, then pulled away from him and he whined, but she smirked and seductively pulled down her shorts and panties in one move.

“Oh, baby. You are already giving me a show.” He growled and yanked her back onto his lap. She dragged her wet core along his hard length, they both moaned as the head of his cock hit her clit. She reached down and lined him up to her dripping entrance. She slowly sank down, her mouth shaped in a wide ‘o’. She loved the pain that came with the stretch of his cock. He nipped and sucked on the column of her throat and made his way down to her breasts.

“Fuck, Ransom.” She moaned and started riding him hard and fast. “Damn, your thick cock stretches me so good!” She cried out, as he rutted his hips up into her. He flipped them over and laid her on the couch, and kept thrusting into her hard. She clenched around him and yelled his name as the tip of his cock kissed her cervix.

“That’s right, baby. I want you to cum around my cock.” He growled into her ear, and thrusted faster into her. She arched her back as her orgasm washed over her. She screamed his name and she squirted all over his lower half. “That’s a good little slut.” He cooed, going to push a piece of her hair back but she came back to her senses and grabbed his hand. She rolled them over so she was on top of him. She pinned his arms down with her knees and kept riding him. She leaned over him and wrapped her hands around his neck gently, but still placed pressure.

“You don’t get to call me your slut, baby.” She whispered in his ear, and pulled her hips up and slammed them back down. “You texted me to come over.” She mumbled, nipping on his jawline. “If anything you’re my little slut.” She purred, and he yelled her name as he came. He filled her up with his hot wet cum. 

“That’s a good boy.” She smirked, then climbed off of him. He rolled his eyes and sat up on his elbows.

“You’re such a bitch.” He groaned, as she pulled her panties and shorts up.

“Go to hell, you preppy.” She growled, putting her shirt and jumper back on. He got off the couch and wrapped a throw blanket around his waist. She turned to him as she grabbed her keys. “I’m guessing I’m not welcome to stay for a midnight snack.”

“That’s the rule,” He shrugged, and she scoffed and walked towards the door and she left.

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For the next three weeks, she ignored Ransom’s texts. She had been working night shifts in the ER. So one; she couldn’t go to Ransom’s booty calls, and two; she didn’t know if she wanted to. He may have been the best sex she has ever had but at the end of the day he was still an asshole.

It was Linda and Richard’s anniversary when she had to see Ransom again. She was wearing a long rose dress, it had two slits on the thighs, and a deep neckline. She curled her hair and let it flow over her chest. She had a nice pair of nude colored pumps and a large fluffy white jacket around her shoulders.

She parked her mustang and stepped out. She walked into the large shiny ballroom. Filled with WASPS and blue bloods, she was only invited because of her salary. Linda has been trying to get her to be Harlan’s personal nurse, but she has refused every time. Not because she didn’t like Harlan, it’s because he already has a nurse that Linda has been trying to get fired. She was greeted by the doorman and he offered to take her coat. She nodded and took it off and handed it to him, and from across the room Ransom watched her make her way to bar. His eyes stalked her like a predator watching its prey.

She got to the bar and ordered herself a scotch on the rocks. She felt a arm around her waist and she turned to see Ransom, with a Cheshire grin on his face.

“What do you want, Drysdale?” She asked, with a scowl on her face.

“You haven’t been answering my texts or calls. Did you find another dick that’s better than mine? ‘Cause I’m pretty sure that’s impossible.” He smirked, and she rolled her eyes and downed her drink.

“Why do you think I haven’t been answering?” She questioned, as the bartender set down another drink.

“Maybe caught up in work.” He shrugged, and she looked him dead in the eyes.

“Have you just considered that no matter how good the sex is you’ll always be an asshole at the end of the day?” She asked, and walked away leaving him shocked. He watched her walk away. She walked over to Meg and he watched them secretly take puffs from a blunt.

The next week, Ransom couldn’t get her off his mind, since she wasn’t an option. He spent more nights thinking about her than going to bars and getting drunk. Then one night it hit him, he was in love with her, and he had to tell her but how?

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I Gotta Tell Her

Pairing: Fuckboy!Ransom Drysdale x Fem!Reader

Words: 2000+

Summary: Ransom tries to make the Reader jelous, but it doesn’t work. But it kinda works in his favor. 

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (unprotected vaginal sex, vaginal sex, dirty talk, soft dom/sub vibes), smoking cigarettes, girl fights

a/n: SMUT!!! 18+!!!! NO MINORS!!! So this is a continuation of Can’t Get You Off My Mind. This is the last part. It was only two parts because I have officially ran out of ideas. So please check out my request prompts and request fics. Please!!!

Part 1

As time went on, she kept ignoring Ransom’s texts, even the apology texts. She was done, no matter how many times she wanted to answer she didn’t. She buried herself in her work, trying to forget him and it worked for a bit. Until one day the texts stopped, and the Instagram posts started. Ransom found himself a new girl. It was photos of him and her on his yacht, in front of the Beemer, up in the mountains, everywhere.

She was jealous of course but why. She left him. He was an asshole but sometimes she would get the soft side of Ransom, and that was the side she loved. She knew though as long as she ignored him, he’ll come crawling back to her. She just had to wait him out. 

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After a few weeks, Ransom realized that she wouldn’t answer his texts. So he decided to be petty and get a new girl. He stopped texting and started posting photos of him and his new girl, Haley. She was the daughter of one of Linda’s blue blood friends. Linda had been trying to get Ransom to date Haley, but he always said no. One; because he didn’t want to be a part of his mother’s tricks, and two; he was seeing someone. 

Even though he was sleeping with Haley, his mind couldn’t help but drift to her. He missed her, not that he’d ever admit it. He only started dating Haley to make her jealous. When he posted the first photo of him and Haley, he expected a bunch of texts and calls from her but after a week nothing. So he left it alone, for almost a day. He couldn’t stop thinking about her, every time he checked his phone he wanted to see a text from her. Telling him to come over to her flat, but that text never came. 

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Four months passed, and the next time the two see each other is at Richard’s birthday party. It was held at the Thromby’s estate. Ransom brought Haley as his plus one, knowing that she would be there. He pulled the Beemer up and saw her white Mustang parked in front of the sidewalk. He parked as Haley finished her obnoxious rant about how her skirt doesn’t match his sweater.

He internally rolled his eyes then got out of the car. He walked over to the other side and opened Haley’s door, she stepped out and linked arms with him. She looked up at the house as they walked up. 

“Oh, Ransom. I forgot how lovely this house is.” Haley gushed, in her high pitch voice and Ransom faked a smile and nodded. 

They walked in and immediately Ransom’s eyes landed on the one woman that had been avoiding him. She was wearing the same dress she wore when she left him. Her hair was long and she had dyed the ends a bright color and it was curled and it flowed over her shoulder. She turned around and spotted Ransom, she gave him a small smile and a wave, before turning around and walking to the bar. He was going to follow her when Linda and Richard walked up. 

“Hello, Ransom. Hello, Haley. I’m so glad you could come.” Linda smiled, and Ransom turned his attention to his mother. 

“Oh, yeah. Happy Birthday, Dad.” Ransom said, and Linda hugged him then Haley. Richard and Ransom shook hands and he hugged Haley. His parents walked away and Haley dragged Ransom to the bar. 

“Hey, Ran. Isn’t that Y/n?” Haley asked, pointing to the woman Ransom was avoiding. She was pouring herself a glass of red wine. Haley walked up to her despite Ransom’s protests. “Hi, Y/n,” Haley greeted, as she approached her. She turned around and looked between Haley and Ransom. 

“Oh, hello, Haley. Ransom.” She nodded and took a sip of her wine. She and Haley kissed each other on the cheek, and she shook hands with Ransom. “It’s so good to see you two.” She smiled. 

“It’s good to see you too,” Haley said.

“Well, if you’ll excuse me.” She said and walked away from them. She walked out to the balcony, leaned on the railing, and looked out at the stars. She pulled a pack of cigarettes out of her clutch and lit one. She took a puff when she heard the glass doors clicked shut, she knew it was Ransom. Who else would it be? She blew out the smoke into the clear air. “I was wondering if you were going to follow me.” She stated, slightly looking over her shoulder at him. 

“Yeah, and why is that?” Ransom asked as she took another puff of her cigarette. 

“Because I knew you would come crawling back.” She smirked, blowing the smoke out her nose. Ransom rolled his eyes and took her cigarette and took a puff. 

“You’re such a bitch.” He scoffed, she took the cigarette back and turned around. She leaned her back against the railing. 

“Oh, but you love it.” She smiled and winked as she took another drag.

“You do know smoking is bad for you.” He said, and she rolled her eyes. 

“Well, if I die young. I wanna go out with a bang.” She whispered, and took another puff, before bringing Ransom’s face down to her’s. She connected their lips and she kissed him. She blew the smoke into his mouth, he pulled back to quickly blow out the smoke, before kissing her again. She tangled her fingers into his hair as he wrapped his arms around her waist. They pulled back and a satisfied smirk stayed on both of their faces. He pulled her body against his.

“How about we sneak up to the guest room?” He growled and leaned down to kiss her neck but she placed a finger on his lips. 

“You have to break up with Haley before you can get your dick wet.” She said, taking a step back and putting out her cigarette. 

“Why can’t I just ghost her, then fuck you in the bathroom?” He questioned, placing his hands on her ass. She crossed her arms and gave him a pointed look. 

“I mean it, Hugh.” She said, knowing that if she used his first name he’ll listen to her. 

“Fine,” Ransom sighed, and he walked past her to the doors.

“And don’t be a dick about it.” She ordered as he opened the door. He rolled his eyes and walked into the house. She followed him in, wanting to see this go down. What? She was a sucker for drama. She watched from the bar as Ransom met up with Haley. She watched as Haley’s face morphed from happiness to sadness, and finally anger. She snickered into her wine as Haley slapped Ransom across the face, but that amusement turned to confusion as Haley stormed over to her. Haley came up to her and smacked her across the face. 

“You filthy whore!” Haley exclaimed. 

“What the hell?!” She yelled, setting her wine glass on the bar. 

“You are the reason Ransom dumped me! Just because he’s in love with you!” Haley screamed, and she looks at Haley confused. “You are only using Ransom for his money and the occasional fuck!” Haley screeched, and that was when she lost it. Haley lunged at her grabbing a first full of her hair and pulling her down. She brought her fist back and punched Haley square in the nose. Haley slammed her mouth into the bar, but she flipped Haley over her shoulder. Haley grabbed her dress straps and yanked her down on the floor as well. The clear-cut sound of fabric ripping sounds through the house. She stands up and her dress had been ripped down the front, and her breasts have been fully on display. Haley stood up and smiled thinking that she won, but Haley was sadly mistaken. She grabbed Haley by the back of her head and slammed it into the wooden bar. Haley fell to the floor with a broken nose. 

“I win, you bitch.” She spat and covered her chest with her arms. She walked out of the house and towards her Mustang. She heard Ransom calling her name as she walked. She ignored him and got in her car and slammed the door shut. He knocked on her window she looked over at him and rolled down her window. “What do you want, Ransom?”

“I uh… heard what Haley… told you.” He said, and she sighed and opened the car door. She stepped out to face him, he handed her his jacket so she could cover up. 

“Was it true? Are you in love with me?” She asked, and took a deep intake of breath and avoided her eyes. She took his chin between her fingers so he’ll face her. “Hugh, tell me.” She whispered, and he pulled his face away from her hand.

“Fine! Yes, I’m in love with you!” He exclaimed, and she smirked and cupped his face. 

“I was hoping for that answer.” She smiled, and pulled his face to her’s. She kissed him passionately, he slipped his hands into his coat that is covering her. They pulled back and he looked her in the eyes. 

“You’re such a bitch.” He said, and she pushed him back playfully. 

“Asshole.” She smirked, and pulled the back door of her Mustang open. She slid in and he followed, he closed the door behind him and laid over her. She shoved him on his back and crawled on top of him. “Oh, baby. You didn’t think you’d get to top tonight did you?” She asked cockily, and pulled his coat off of her. 

“I was kinda hoping that you’d take control. I’ve missed it.” He growled, as she kissed down his jaw. She sucked a bruise under his ear. 

“Good.” She purred in his ear, and she pulled his sweater up. She kissed his neck and growled when she smelled Haley’s perfume on her claim. “I can still smell her cheap perfume.” She snarled, and nipped against his collarbone. 

“Then let’s change that.” He said, and flipped them over. He pulled the rest of her ripped dress off so she was left in her lace panties. He licked and nipped at her breasts leaving small hickeys on her chest. He gripped her panties with his hand and ripped them off. He quickly stripped out of his clothes and laid over her and kissed her passionately. He kissed down her body and down to her core, but she pulled him up. 

“As much as I want you to make me cum on your tongue. I want you to fuck me.” She purred, and he smirked and lined his cock to her soaking entrance. He teased his cock up and down her folds. She growled low in her throat and flipped them over and sunk down on his cock. 

“Ah, fuck, Y/n!” He yelled, as her warmth engulfed him. She moaned and rotated her hip as a experimental thrust. He groaned and rutted up into her. He flipped them over so he can watch her face better, as he fucked into her. He pulled out till just the tip was in her then slammed into her. She cried out as her eyes rolled into the back of her. He started fucking into her slow and passionately. He entwined their fingers and held her hands over head. Their foreheads connected and their eyes staring into each other’s. The heat from their bodies fogging the windows up. Their ragged breaths and moans mixing as their highs built. She was first to reach her orgasm, she cried out his name and arched her back. Her walls tightened and pulsed around his length, triggering his high. He buried his face in her neck as he yelled her name. His cum coating her inner walls, he slumped on her as they regained their breathing. He pulled up and captured her lips in a passionate kiss. They pulled back but their foreheads connecting. 

“I love you, you asshole.” She whispered, and he chuckled. 

“I love you too, you bitch.” He said, and kissed her again. The couple knew that they wouldn’t want to let go of each other. He finally got to tell her.

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