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ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: Stacy confronts her mom about what is going on between you and her. And you look back on fond memories.
ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: smut so minor plz go away ty [fingering, strong language, squirting, use of camera during sex, explicit photos, sorta dry humping?, age gap (r: 21+; nat: late thirties/early forties), secret relationship-ish, mommy kink, slight choking, reader kinda being majorly submissive and breedable lmao, a bit of fem!masterbation], angst [explicit name calling/insults, strong language, verbal abuse towards nat, and threats of blackmail], mentions of [Y/n], and a slight cliff hanger? sorry
ᴀɴ: uh sorry for the hiatus btw not my best smut but i like the direction the story's going so enjoy my little whores <3
“Are you sure you don’t want me to come over to study?” you asked Stacy, walking out of the cafe you two usually get lunch.
“No, yeah. I’ll talk to my mom and I’ll swing by your place in a couple of hours.”
“Ok,” you simply responded, not questioning her antics.
It’s been weeks since you’ve seen Natasha; whether that’s a good thing or a bad thing, you’ve yet to figure out. You have suspicions that Stacy might’ve caught on to what happened during the summer, or worse what if she saw something and is pretending she didn’t. You would know it feels better to ignore the problem than to face it.
Saying it out loud makes it real.
But Stacy would’ve said something by now it’s been weeks since the last time you ‘talked’ to Nat. Maybe that’s a good thing; if she had seen something she would’ve said something by now. So maybe she didn’t.
“Did you hear me?”
“Gosh, you’re such a dork,” she giggled.
“I asked if you wanted me to bring dinner for us when I come over. I’m more than likely gonna spend the night, if you don’t mind.”
“Uh, no not all. And if you want to order something, I will never say no to free food,” you joked.
“Ok, cool. I come around five?”
“That’s cool with me,” you responded.
“Alright, see ya,” Stacy hugged and practically skipped down the street to her home.
You opened your apartment door tossing your bag on the couch and kicking your shoes off by the door. You walked to the kitchen briefly opening the fridge to find nothing appetizing to eat; thank god Stacy’s bringing food. You grabbed a bottled water shuffling to your room before falling lazily onto your bed with an exasperated sigh.
“Ok, maybe too dramatic,” you said to yourself.
You stared at the ceiling for a minute waiting for the time to pass, letting your mind wander to places you swore to yourself you wouldn’t go anymore. But you can’t help yourself. You remember those moments so vividly, it’s hard to push those memories to the back of your head when they’re begging to be remembered.
You shot up and quickly grabbed your phone, unlocking it and opening the gallery app on your phone. Your heartbeat began to quicken as you unlocked the locked albums that hid in the corners of the app waiting for this very moment.
Lots of pictures appeared before you, pictures that would make a nun fall in cardiac arrest. The memories were coming back from months ago and you couldn’t help the smile that formed on your face. You scrolled a bit until you found exactly what you were looking for.
Pressing play, it all came back.
“You still hungry?” Nat asked quietly, making you shake your head no.
“I’m pretty full,” you told her.
“Good,” she smiled.
She continued tracing her fingertips along your heated skin before interlocking her fingers with yours pulling you behind her as she walked back to her bedroom. The room was bright, almost too bright and Nat could sense your discomfort, releasing your hand to close the sheer layer of curtains before turning back to you with a smirk.
You smiled back at her, bottom lip between your teeth before scooting yourself all the way back to the head of the bed. Nat walked along the side before crawling in. Once she sat with her back comfortably against the headboard, you swung your leg up and over her hips to straddle her with a playful grin on your face.
“What are you doing, медовый?”
“Nothing,” you giggled, your eyes trailing down her chest not so subtly. She wore her fluffy white robe that was incredibly soft to the touch but you could see her cleavage perfectly.
Nat scoffed, playfully rolling your eyes. She rested her hands on your hips as you leaned down to capture her lips with yours. Your fingers brushed the skin of her shoulder moving the material slowly down exposing her soft pale skin. You disconnected your lips from hers before softly pressing kisses down her neck and across her collarbone. Nat’s hand traveled from your hip slowly up your back until she threaded her fingers through your hair, her nails lightly scratching your scalp making you sigh in the crook of her neck.
“Oh, shit. That feels good,” you moaned, making Nat chuckle.
You continued kissing and biting her skin, littering her neck and chest with lovebites. Her moans were music to your ears, butterflies erupting in your belly with every sigh and pant she made when you kissed a particular spot. You couldn't resist bucking your hips and soon enough you were full on grinding yourself over Nat’s hips, already chasing a high.
“Baby, what are you doing?” Nat gripped your hips firmly to stop them.
“Nothing, I’m just- You sound so pretty-”
“You acting so desperate, little girl,” she whispered huskily.
“Hush,” Nat pushed you off of her hips stripping off her expensive white robe before snatching your phone off the nightstand and crawling back into bed to sit against the headboard like she had been before.
“Why do you have my-” you quickly cut short of what you were going to ask when Nat snapped her head at you daring you to peep again.
“Come here, красивая,” Nat whispered.
You crawled back to her and she grabbed your arm pulling it across your body so you turned to sit with your back against her chest. She softly kissed your shoulder as she held up the phone to your face to unlock it before searching a bit looking for the camera app.
“Ooh, found it,” she chuckled darkly.
Natasha pressed ‘record’ on your camera.
“Я собираюсь трахнуть тебя так сильно, маленькая девочка,” Nat practically growled in your ear.
“Holy shit,” you moaned breathlessly.
Nat’s hand groped at your breast roughly as her lips assaulted the skin beneath your ear. Nat kept her eyes trained on you through the screen, smirking when your eyes rolled back when sucked on that particular spot.
“Feeling good, baby?” Nat teased knowing damn well you were on a one way trip to euphoria.
“Why don’t you help me out,” she brought her fingers to your mouth and you naturally welcomed her.
Leaving a line of spit, she pulled her fingers from your mouth before trailing her wet fingers down your navel to settle between your thighs. She brushed her fingers along your slit making your thighs tremble ever so slightly with each brush.
“Look at this pretty little pussy,” Nat whispered, bringing the camera down to your center.
“Shit,” you sighed; her fingers mixed your spit and arousal all over your pussy obscenely.
You lolled your head back against Nat’s shoulder sighed as she began to slowly circle your clit, lubricated with your arousal. She winked at the camera knowing you’d watch back on this hopefully alone with your hand between your thighs. A beautiful reminder of such a forbidden moment.
She slowly teased your entrance, smirking when you whimpered and tightened your stomach in anticipation. Your eyes were closed tightly and your brows were furrowed in frustration, desperately awaiting pleasure.
“Oh, fuck,” you moaned when Nat inserted her finger.
Your hips bucked forward in a desperate attempt to fuck yourself but Nat pulled her finger back leaving just her fingertip teasing you.
“Nat,” you whined.
“If you want mommy to make you cum, you need to be a good girl for me, ok? Desperate whores don’t get to come all over mommy’s fingers,” Nat mumbled in your ear.
“I’m sorry,” you whimpered.
“It’s ok, baby girl. I know how much you crave me. How bad you want me to ruin you over and over again,” she whispered, your skin breaking out into chills.
“Fuck,” you breathed heavily.
“Alright, you gonna be good?”
“Yes, I’m gonna be good,” you cried.
“Good girls don’t cry.”
“I’m sorry, please mommy.”
“Sh,” she pushed her finger past your slick folds.
Nat gradually sped her movements up, the squelching sounds deafeningly echoing in your ears. She continued whispering lewd things in your ear making your legs shake uncontrollably. Nat leaned forward slightly to rest the phone against the piled sheets so it captured all of your gorgeous squirming body.
“So pretty,” Nat whispered almost to herself.
Nat inserted another finger, pumping them faster, in and out, wildly. The palm of her hand bumped against your clit with each stroke of her fingers and you couldn’t hold back the groans and moans that came from you.
Your own hands gripped and squeezed the soft flesh of Nat’s upper thighs, desperately trying to steady yourself, or your breathing, anything at this point. You were quickly becoming more and more overwhelmed the closer you got to your climax.
“Shit!” you gasped sharply.
Nat’s free hand came up your chest to wrap carefully around your throat and instinctively you turned your head to the side, cranking your neck to look at Nat.
“I know you’re close, hon. Let go for mommy. Make a mess all over mommy’s fingers,” Nat said, nibbling on your ear.
“Oh my fucking- oh my god,” you panted.
Your chest heaved up down, and a trickle of sweat slowly fell down the valley of your breasts. Nat squeezed the sides of your throat ever so gently, enough to make your eyes roll back again. She sloppily captured your lips with her own; your moans becoming muffled as you climaxed. Lewd sounds of your pussy harmonized with your moans and Nat couldn’t help smile into the passionate kiss.
“Fuck! I’m coming,” you moaned through gritted teeth.
Nat pulled her fingers from you quickly before rubbing your clit wildly. Your legs shook violently and your back arched off of Nat’s front. Sweat dripped down your forehead and your chest; you could hardly catch your breath. The sheets beneath you were embarrassingly soaked as were Nat’s fingers, your thighs, possibly your phone but nothing mattered in that euphoric moment.
You cried Nat’s name as you violently climaxed over the edge and you could hear her dark chuckling echoing in your head. She whispered praises nonetheless, caring for you as you slowly came down from your delicious high. Neither of you had noticed the deep dark red marks that littered Nat’s thighs; deep indentations from your nails that made guilt fill you instantly when you did notice.
“Shit, I’m so sorry about that,” you sighed out in between deep heavy breaths.
“Don’t even worry about it, sweetheart,” she smiled softly before leaning forward and stopping the video that captured your intimate moment.
“Oh shit,” you commented on the wetness that leaked from you all over the bed and sheets, making Nat chuckle.
“You did so good for mommy, малышка,” she whispered huskily; a clear sign that she was not done playing with you yet.
“Oh god,” you giggled and Nat laid you on your back.
“Oh yeah. Stay right there, don’t move. Mommy hasn’t had her fill just yet,” she winked before disappearing to her closet like she did the night before.
"As I promised, I'm gonna fucking ruin you," she said from her closet, her voice erupting butterflies in your belly.
“Oh, fuck. What have I gotten myself into?” you said to yourself aloud.
Stacy stomped her way through the lobby ignoring the quiet hellos from the employees of the building. She took the elevator straight up to the top floor as she always does before opening the door to the apartment. With a face of disgust and rage, she found and stared at her mother who was practically minding her business sitting in the kitchen with a plate full of leftover pasta in front of her.
“Who the fuck do you think you are?” Stacy spat.
Nat’s eyes instantly widened and her eyebrows raised higher than they ever did before.
“Your mother,” Nat responded coldly, standing up from her seat frighteningly calmly.
“You’re fucking disgusting. I can’t believe you would do something like that.”
“Do you mind telling what the issue is before running your mouth like a sailor?” Nat argued.
“I know what you’re doing so stop fucking pretending like you’re innocent!”
“Why don't you stop acting like a brat, and speak to me like an adult.”
“I know about you and Y/n. And you need to stop,” Stacy said.
Nat’s breathing stopped. Her chest began to tighten painfully and her eyes began to water. How could she have possibly found out, it only happened one night; and so long ago by now. She tried to speak but she couldn’t say anything. Did you know that she knew? God, she wanted vomit.
“I heard; a few weeks ago,” Stacy explained.
“Heard what?” Nat’s voice was barely audible.
“I heard you and her talking about what happened. You two slept together. Did you make her? Did you fucking hurt her?” Stacy walked closer to Nat as Nat backed away just a quickly afraid of what Stacy would do in her state of rage.
“It’s not like that,” she explained.
“'It’s not like that!' Really? That’s the best you could come up with?” Stacy yelled, deafeningly.
“No, you listen! You’re gonna stay away from her. You’re never gonna go near her. You’re never gonna see her again. You’re going to pretend that she doesn’t exist. If you do, I tell every goddamn media outlet what a sleazy creepy perverted slut you are,” Stacy spat, as tears streamed down Nat’s emotionless expression.
Stacy grabbed her things once more before heading towards the door to go to your place.
“I love her,” Nat whispered.
“No. You don’t love her.”
“And for us, our relationship that we had, it’s over because manipulating my best friend into your little fucktoy was more important to you than your relationship with your own daughter,” Stacy said before leaving, not without slamming the door startling Nat.
Nat broke down once she was left alone. She lost it all; her happiness, the freedom, the love of her life, but most importantly, she lost her daughter. She lost the one thing in her life that kept her above water. Her only family, her only light. The one thing she knew she could rely on was gone. And she doesn’t know if she’ll ever get it back.
You laid there in your bed, phone clutched firmly in your hand, sweaty, and a cramping hand between your sore thighs. Your breathing was quick just like it had been in the video that flooded way too many inappropriate memories assisting you in your ‘alone time’. You closed the app before turning off your phone; your mind feeling extra hazy unaware of time in that moment.
A sudden knock startled you enough to nearly jump out of bed. You scattered around looking for the garments you discarded before your ‘session’, stumbling out of your room to go open the front door. You already knew who it was supposed to be so why you were caught off guard is unclear.
“I got takeout,” Stacy smiled widely, holding two large bags of food.
ᴛᴀɢʟɪsᴛ: (Natasha’s Fics)
Stacy’s Mom TL:
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summary: natasha always deals the cards first, but always ends up being the first to fold them as well.
✎ word count ; 1.5k
⚢ pairings ; natasha romanoff x fem!reader
genre ; smut
✗ warnings ; mean power bottom!reader, undertones of elitism, strap on use, degradation, pwp.
a/n ; natasha x Italian!reader cos i was finishing italian hw while writing this and thinking in Italian LOL not edited !!
translation: fangool / go do it in an ass, / marone / damn it / il mio piccolo tesoro / my little treasure.
you lick your lips slowly, lifting the petite glass and bringing it to your lips, tasting the rich krug flat on your tongue. fingers wrapped around tightly as you watch natasha flaunt around the bar end of the restaurant, collude deep with a full view of her little display with your table only a few feet away. rolling your eyes you pick up the cigarette pack aside from you, fumbling down your drink and lighting it up, blowing out the thick french scent smoke.
“excuse￼ me, could you please put out your cigarette,” your eyes flash towards the man some tables away, eyebrow cocked in annoyance and distrain. you stare blankly, tapping away the burnt ashes ￼￼off the tip and turning your attention back to natasha.” ma’am.”
“marone! leave the fucking smoking section then!” you snap towards their ￼direction, eyes harden and un amusement fading to anger fast, glaring. “proletariat, fangool!” shifting back to the russian, catching her eyes and bridging the intensity of her green, inhaling once more. sliding the champagne again to your lips, raising an eyebrow over the rim with jealousy burning in with the alcohol. are you finished with your game?
natasha smirked over her slightly hauled ￼￼shoulder￼, your expression lamely and stoic but faded underneath is the whole reason she’s continuing on her show. still, she peers at you from the corner of her while fingers shims around the younger girl’s arm, your rings grasping tightly against the glass, the cartier sleek love band, and the golden diamond aside it as well a panthère slimed around your wrist. truthfully you looked good enough to eat with the white silk pressed on your tanned skin, giving you more of a glow with the golden ￼ accessories.
brushing back the stray hair behind the girl’s ear she watched as your mien fallen and a rushed snap of your fingers has the waiter ushering you the bill, eyes set on natasha as you mindless throw money for the check and tip. ￼
“natasha,” waving a hand behind your back to beckon her to tail from a distance, and like always she obeyed. following you into the car, muttering something in Italian before the chauffeur starts the car￼. you turn your attention back on her calmly, nodding before reaching a hand and yanking her head to rear in your pleasing.” what a show you’ve put on tonight beloved, but i didn’t care much for your co-star.” you laugh softly, pulling her upper to meet her eyes. your nails running along the back of her neck with your lips attaching to the base of her throat.
“but i don’t think it’ll do well,” you sigh, the mock of sympathetic patent with a now pout in place. natasha’s lips quirk upwards, deciding to play along.” that’s mean to say baby.” her eyes trained on your lips, the red curling into a pleasing smile, the hold within her hair loosens, and a soothing hand pushing her streaks back. ￼ ￼
“don’t worry, you can be the main star of my show,” you say quietly, intertwining your hand with hers and bringing it down to your thigh under your dress, your gaze flickering back towards her.” and mine will be a lot better and successful.” your fist tightening withholding her hair once more and roughly pushing her towards you, slamming your lips against hers with a smothering ￼￼kiss.
“but i don’t know if you quite deserve it, touching that filthy puttana,” you whisper￼ nearing the shell of her ear, voice edged with a low seething.”i shouldn’t even let you touch me. i bet if i let you, you’ve spread that whore out and fucked her, hm? or would you have done that if i wasn’t there?” your words meant to come out as teasing but natasha heard the undertones, and she knew you knew, that she knew.
“no,” natasha lets out shakily, holding back a groan of the feeling of your teeth nipping at her exposed neck.”don’t want her, just you.” your head falls against her shoulder, smoothing a kiss on the blade.
“just me?” your relaxed features now sneering, your grip a little tighter at the movement of the car stopping. nodding,” just you.”
giving her another kiss before opening the door, an unspoken command for her to follow you into the penthouse. kicking off the satin heels, peering over to the entrance where natasha stands.”c’mere il mio piccolo tesoro,” you coo, tapping a spot for her to join, smiling to ace the act. natasha doesn’t need to see the calm before the storm to understand how this is gonna play out.￼ draping￼ your legs over her lap, catching her face between your fingers,”such a pretty girl,” you ￼murmur, shaking your head.”too bad she’s such a little fucking slut.” you finish, though the tone still mockingly sweet, your smile replaced with a lazy grin now.
without any response from natasha you shift towards her lap, your legs between her waist and gripping her thighs with a bruising kiss, wrapping her legs further around her waist. alining your sex to brush right against her bare thigh, sighing out at the ￼friction￼, the thin panties the only thing keeping your pussy from her warm skin.”stay put.” you hiss, sealing it with a pinch to her arm, laughing at her little groan of pain. ￼ striding towards the chest tucked into the corner, picking up the silicone and a small bottle of lube. ￼
“make yourself useful for once and lube that bitch up,” you laugh at your own words and take no mind to natasha, she rolls her eyes stripping herself of her top, watching your little tease show of taking off the silk, and as expected a matching white set underneath. rolling her hips up through the harness, squeezing some of the lube into her palms and running it along the fake length. lifting her gaze and meeting your steps to her, your bra unclasped and somewhere thrown but your panties remain. she cocks her eyebrow downwards, silently asking why they’re still on. you don’t reply, simply pooling them down, and reaching for natasha’s face by her jaw and shoving the expensive lace into her mouth, very well enjoying her wide eyes of curiosity and then surprise.”don’t give me those eyes, i don’t wanna hear you after that shit you pulled with that puttana.”
slowly sinking yourself on the strap, slapping a looming hand of the red head underneath you, taking the cock with a burning stretch￼ leaving you aching, moaning when you feel the tip hilts, natasha drooling at seeing the fake cock poke out some from your stomach. waiting a few moments before lightly grinding on the strap.”see, if you weren’t some stupid bitch i would’ve let you fucked me,” you tell her, grabbing her shoulders for support, rising your hips up and slamming them down again. natasha grits her teeth, itching to touch you, kiss you, feel you literally anything.”please.” she muffled out.
you chuckle at her barely ￼audible beg, her eyes glossy and her voice so whiny, you loved her like this. you decide to throw her a bone and grab one of her hands to give some attention to your tits. speeding up your pace with the added pressure of natasha tugging your nipples between her fingers.”fuck, fuck, fuck play with my clit baby.” you gasp out, your eyelids ￼fluttering with the coil in your stomach ready to snap. podding her thumb against your clit, watching your face falls into pleasure and soon you’re crying out and gushing all over her lap. alcohol always made you extra sensitive.
ripping the makeshift gag of your panties from her mouth, she stares at you for a few seconds.”i’m fucking you at least once tonight.”
“if you can even do that right beloved.”
your words get stuck in your throat as your back drops to the couch, natasha between your legs and pushing the tip inside, arousal pulling at the slick coating the strap. holding your hips still she snaps hers, filling you up. her mouth dry seeing tears peak the corner of your eyes, your legs shake around her already and she hasn’t even moved yet. supporting her body weight with her hand against the side of your head, grabbing the arm of the couch and thrusting up, her grunt going straight to your core. she smirks at the￼ string￼￼￼s of high pitched moans she’s getting out of you, your nails dragging across her back and digging in, your legs beginning to shake uncontrollably with the sound of natasha fucking you, the couch dampening under the pressure of natasha’s hips against yours.”don’t stop, i’m gonna cum you better fucking make me cum.” leaning down and smashing her lips down to yours, reaching a hand to where you both connect and rubbing circles on your clit.
your eyes roll to the back of your head, your grip on natasha unbreakable and your body shaking under her from your second orgasm of the night. giving out a few more trusts to ride out your climbmax, kissing the side of your temple and staying inside you. panting slightly, burying her face inbetween your neck and the Italian leather.
“does this make me forgiven?”
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The hardest decision is when you have to choose between 'two'. It's even harder when it's two people you love with your whole heart. And right now your heart and soul were split between Bucky Barnes and Steve Rogers. The two best friends loved each other truly but they loved one thing more, you.
They would do anything for you, each of them going out of their way to prove the undying love they held so dearly for you.
You don't even know how it happened, you've only been an avenger for a year. Yet somehow you already fell for two of them. You never chose to love them and honestly if you could go back and change the day you fell for each of them maybe you would, keyword being maybe.
Both parties had their pros and cons but it will always be more than that. You loved each and every one of their individual flaws and they loved yours. You held an all-consuming love for each of them so you decided to not decide. Maybe that was a selfish idea but how could you choose without hurting the other. You also knew you'd be hurting yourself. You just wished that there could be a way to have both of them so you could show them that you loved them equally. After all, maybe there was a way.
Unbeknownst to you the two super soldiers already knew you loved the other. When they first started to become infatuated with you they saw how you treated the other.
Steve would watch as you hung off of Bucky's metal arm at another one of Tony's extravagant parties. To him you two looked like a beautiful, happy couple and he backed away because he'd never seen his best friend so happy. He pushed down his love for you for the sake of his best friend's happiness.
Bucky watched as you practically sat on Steve's lap as you showed him movies that he'd missed over time but he saw that Steve wasn't paying any attention to the movie. He was paying attention to the way you clung to him, and the small smile that played perfectly on your beautiful lips. Bucky would never admit it but he was jealous, he was jealous of the way Steve looked at you like you were the most ethereal being he had ever laid eyes on.
Eventually, they brought it up to one another if the two were good at anything they were good at compromising. They'd been doing it since they could remember. Usually, when a compromise arose they agreed to share and that's exactly where the same predicament with you came. They agreed to share you, but of course only if you agreed too.
Once again Tony was throwing a party in honor of another successful mission. Usually, after such an enduring mission both of the super-soldiers would retreat to their personal quarters to call it a night. But not tonight, no tonight they put on their tightest clothes to extenuate their busting muscles and slightly growing bulges. They knew you always came to the extravagant parties, they also knew you put on your shortest dresses.
Every time you walked into these parties you were noticed by most of the men and even some women. Not that you minded you loved the attention and lustful but more specifically Steve and Bucky's attention. You were well aware that if you bent down at all, everyone would get a free show of your thong-clad ass. You loved that you could feel their gazes burning into the back of your figure as you strutted to the bar. “You know they look like they’re about to pounce on you.” Natasha who was behind the bar was also well aware of the animalistic gazes on you. So you just smirked and acted to your best ability to be, innocent. After sitting at the bar for a while you felt a presence behind you so on instinct you turned around to find a smirking man you didn’t recognize. “ May I help you with something?”, “Well gorgeous you could let me buy you a drink.” You really didn’t feel like having to flirt like an adolescent teen with this man but you could practically feel the jealousy radiating off of the two brooding men. So you put on your best imitation of a shameless flirt.
After talking to the man you realized just how different he was from the two men you were so utterly in love with. Maybe, in another universe when you weren’t so smitten, the guy may have come off as charming or in the least attractive. But all you same was a guy who wanted to take your dress off and fuck you for his own pleasure. So, to pass the time and the male’s incessant blabbering of himself, you picture of all the way bucky and steve could rip your clothes off and ravish you. You were so far gone in your fantasizing that you had yet to notice the presence of the two men behind you. What finally snapped you out of your wildest dreams was Steve wrapping his arm around your waist.
“Well, y/n aren’t you going to introduce us to your company?” Even though you weren’t looking at him you could practically hear the smirk in Buckys deep voice. “This is um...Dylan...yeah, Dylan, this is Steve and Bucky.” You could tell the man was nervous because lets be honest who wouldn’t be, it’s Captain America and the Winter Soldier. If you weren’t just using this guy to make the two soldiers jealous then you probably would have been irritated with them because without another word the poor man scurried off like a frightened mouse.
” Was that necessary, he was rather interesting company.”, “Really because I don’t think you could tell us one thing that guy said. You were too caught up in that beautiful brain of yours, bunny.” There it was ‘bunny’ a nickname Steve had given you but only used a few times since you had known him. Yet each time it’s used you cease to make your insides stop turning or the bright red blush to fall from the apples of your cheeks. Just like when Bucky called you ‘doll’ which he used more frequently because it didn’t come off as so sexual, who knew the golden boy of America was so dirty.
“ Doll? You in there, Steve asked you a question and good girls answer when asked.” If you could have, you would have melted into the floor by now. “Oh yeah, what’d ‘ya say steve?”, “Well, Bun I asked if you wanted to go somewhere more private?” Oh god, was this the day you actually get to have both of them? Now that they were actually asking you, you were a lot more nervous than you thought you would be.
“Oh, yeah, how about my room?”, “Perfect Bunny.”
As they were walking down the corridor to her quarters they couldn’t keep their hands to themselves. Bucky's metal was around her waist very close to the dip of her ass, Steve’s arm was slung around her shoulders his hand millimeters from groping her breasts. Once they got about two doors from her room Steve took the initiative to lightly push her against the wall and cage her in with his muscled arms. “ Are you sure you wanna do this Bunny?”, “ We won’t make you do anything you don’t want to Doll.”, “ Please, yes, I want you, both of you.” That’s all it took for Steve to throw her over his shoulder while Bucky couldn’t resist the urge to smack her ass that was now almost fully exposed to them. “ You’ve got the nicest ass, peach” She couldn’t help the small moan that escaped her bitten lips from the pleasurable pain that was sent rippling through her.
Once they arrived in her bedroom Steve tossed her on the bed and watched as her tits bounced from the impact. After Bucky closed the door he started to undress, starting with his shirt as Steve did the same. Once they were fully exposed they both looked at her expectantly but all she could do was stare in awe at their erect cocks. “Well, doll are you going to show us what’s under that pretty little dress, or are we going to have to rip it off you?” Immediately she sat up to take the hem of her dress and pull it over her head. “Well look at that Buck no bra it’s like she wanted us to fuck her.” She was getting impatient with them standing there in all their naked glory not doing anything so she decided to take matters into her own hands. She started to trail her hands down her body stopping at her tits to play with them, toying her erect nipples between her fingers. The men in front of her didn’t think it was possible for their dicks to get this hard by watching a girl touch herself but y/n wasn’t just any girl to them.
Once she got to her pussy she started to run her fingers through her wet folds, spreading herself to her clit and rubbing tight circles on it. Bucky couldn’t take the sweet torture any longer so with his flesh hand he tore her hand from in between her own legs. Steve went around the bed so his cock was right above her face, she could have drooled at the sight. She was so focused on Steve she didn’t feel Bucky positioning himself between her legs until he started to tease her folds with his angry red tip. She couldn’t hold back the moan that escaped but that gave Steve the perfect opportunity to slip his hard dick into her warm hole. “M’ God bunny your mouth is better than I thought.” Bucky started to slowly push his large cock into her tight hole, going slowly so she could adjust to his size. “ Shit doll you're so tight, I could fuck this tight pussy all day.” All their praises made her squeeze around bucky, making him let out a loud moan that made her thankful for the soundproof walls.
When Steve looked down at her he could see his dick bulging in her throat, he’d never seen anything more erotic. He couldn’t help but thrust his hips harder and hear her gags and muffled moans. Once he thought she had enough so she could gasp for air through her moans of bucky fucking her like a feral animal. He always thought y/n was beautiful no matter what, but right now choking on his cock while getting fucked by his best friend was by far the most beautiful he’d ever seen her.
“Oh fuck, doll m’ so close. Come on I know you wanna cum on my cock, let go peach.” Bucky’s thrust started to get sloppier and more erratic so he reached down to rub harsh circles on her clit. Once bucky started to thrust deeper, she couldn’t hold back any longer and toppled over the dangerous edge of her high. Once she reached her high her walls started to clamp down on bucky with a vice grip which threw him over the edge. Just before he was about to cum he pulled out and emptied his load on her chest.
It only took a few more thrusts in the back of her throat for Steve to start cumming. He let go in the back of her throat leaving her no option other than to swallow his seed, not that she minded. Once they both pulled out while they adjusted her on the bed, with her back to the pillows. Bucky went to the bathroom to get her water and a cloth to clean her up while Steve stayed behind with her. “You ok bunny? We didn’t go too rough did we?”, “No Steve, it was perfect don’t worry.”
Once she was clean and hydrated Bucky and Steve played on opposite sides of her. Y/n sighed contentedly because finally, she had her two loves all to herself she knew there’d be problems to be straightened out when the time comes but for right now all she wants- needs is to be in these men’s arms.
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i had a dream where i almost kissed my best friend and i don’t think i have a crush on him but idkkkk. reader and peter are both in college and over 18. also, this was supposed to be a sweet little fic but then it got too hot and now it’s full blown smut. whoops. also, my computer is broken so i had to post this from my phone so that’s why there’s no page break lol
pairing: peter parker x stark!reader
description: you’ve had a crush on peter since you were kids, but it may not be as one-sided as you think.
warnings: cursing, general fluff, descriptive kissing??, pool sex, oral, SMUT
word count: 2.1k
Things between you and Peter have been different lately. You two have always been close but ever since the start of the summer, you and Peter have been spending more and more time together. Whether it was Peter sneaking in through your window late at night just to hang out or facetiming till 3 am, the two of you have changed your friendship. It makes you wonder if he wants to be more than friends, something you’ve wanted for years. But then you tell yourself to not get your hopes up and look for something that isn’t there.
It was a normal night at the Compound. You had the place to yourselves since your dad and the team were on a mission. They had Peter stay home for some unknown reason, but for once, he didn’t complain. It made you think he’d rather stay with you than go on a mission, but you dismissed that ridiculous thought.
“That makes no sense!” you exclaim as you point at the tv.
You’ve never been so close to Peter. Currently, you’re at his side as his left arm caresses the side of your arm and occasionally dips down to your waist. Eventually, he settles his arm around you and holds you by his side. You rest your head against him as you watch the movie, but you don’t care about the plot inconsistencies anymore now that you’re cuddling with Peter.
You look up at Peter and see that he’s looking at you back. You can’t help but look down at his lips and he does the same to yours. You feel your heart flutter in your chest and you’re pretty sure that Peter can hear how fast it’s beating. Peter leans closer and you close your eyes, but before anything could happen, you hear F.R.I.D.A.Y go off. You and Peter jump back immediately.
“Miss Stark, your father would like me to tell you that they will be arriving in thirty minutes.”
“Thank you, F.R.I.D.A.Y,” you say. Glancing at Peter, you think he looks disappointed. You really wanted to kiss him, but you feel like the mood was killed. “I think I’m going to head up,” You tell him.
“I’ll do that, too.” Peter says. The two of you get up and walk in silence towards the sleeping quarters. You step into the elevator but before you could press any buttons, Peter asks, “Do you want to go up to the pool?” His face looks innocent, but his words imply anything but.
“Sure,” you reply, finding it hard to say anything more. He presses the button to the top level and the two of you ride up in silence. You stare down at your shoes as Peter looks up at the ceiling. The elevator finally stops and you step out. Stepping outside, you walk toward the pool and Peter slides the door closed behind you. The outside lights shine enough light for you to see Peter’s beautiful face.
You take a seat at the edge of the pool and dip your feet in. Peter sits besides you and does the same. “Tonight was fun,” you say, hating the heavy silence.
“Yeah,” Peter agrees, “I can’t believe you picked that movie,”
“Hey! Betty said it was good,” you say.
“Whatever,” Peter says and you laugh. After your laughter dies down, silence fills the air again.
“I know you like going on missions and all, but I’m glad you stayed back.,” you tell him.
“Yeah, well Spiderman deserves a break every once in a while.” He adds, “Besides, I wouldn’t miss spending time with you,” Peter’s hand is on the back of his neck and he averts his eyes.
You don’t know how to respond, so you smile and look down to avoid eye contact. You hate being in intimate situations like this, especially with Peter. Your friendship with Peter, while close, has always been lowkey and casual. The most serious the two of you have been was after a very injured Peter came to your window after fighting the Lizard.
“I’m going to move closer,” he says like he’s joking, but you really hope he isn’t. You watch as he scoots closer to you and lessens the already small gap between the two of you.
You try not to stare at his lips too much. You don’t want to come off too desperate especially if you’re misreading everything. But as you look into his eyes, you can’t help but assume he has the same idea as you.
Peter’s laugh quiets and you can feel the mood shift. It’s as if the air around you is forcing the two of you together. The longing atmosphere is so heavy that it clouds your head and suddenly, you don’t care that your dad will be coming home any minute.
Fuck this tension. You ask, “Can I kiss you?” He doesn’t say anything, but his eager nod shows you how bad he wants it, too. Even though you’re the one who asked to kiss him, Peter initiates the kiss when he moves his hand to the side of your face and pulls you toward him.
Your lips connect and your nerves dissipate. The tension lifts as you and Peter kiss. Once the initial sensation dies down, the realization that you are kissing Peter freaking Parker. On the lips! You try not to freak out that you’re kissing the boy you’ve had a crush on for years, but you can’t hold back the small smile that forms.
You pull apart and you see that he’s smiling, too. You start to laugh as your head falls onto his shoulder. “I can’t believe we did that,” you mumble into his shirt. Peter laughs as he runs his hand up and down your back.
“Do you regret it?” he jokes, but you can hear a hint of insecurity. You pull away quickly and look at him.
“Of course, I don’t regret it.” You run your hands through your hair, a nervous tick that Peter knows you’ve had since you were a kid. “Peter, I’ve liked you for so fucking long.”
Peter smiles and replies, “I like you, too.” You’ve never been so happy. You move to kiss Peter again as your left hand settles under his chin. You lightly caress his jawline with your thumb and he groans quietly. Hearing that beautiful sound, an idea forms in your head. You separate a little and kiss down to his jawline. You place a light kiss on the back corner of his jaw and he sighs.
Moving down to his neck, you start sucking and biting gently. After leaving a couple hickeys, you feel Peter tap the bottom of your chin, signaling for you to kiss his lips again. You move back up to his lips and he begins sucking on your bottom lip as his hands card through your hair.
Kissing Peter is better than you’ve ever dreamed. His soft lips against yours feel like heaven and fuck, is he a good kisser. Peter separates for air and you open your eyes for the first time in what felt like forever. His eyes are lust-blown and you think that yours probably look the same. Before he can speak, your desperation takes over and you bring him back into a kiss.
Peter’s hands are all over you; his restraint finally breaking. He moves his hands to the bottom of your shirt. He plays with the hem at the bottom before you pull away to let him take it off. He takes his own off before connecting your lips again. He grabs your tits over your bra and you moan. You remove your bra for him and he throws it somewhere.
You unbuckle his belt and undo his pants. You pull away and whisper, “Would you like to go for a swim?” Peter nods eagerly and you laugh lightly. You strip off your pants and panties as Peter takes off his pants and boxers.
He hops in first and just as you’re about to join him, Peter says, “Wait!” You look at him confused as he moves in between your legs. He kisses up your thighs and you moan as you realize what’s about to happen. After what felt like forever, he finally reaches your pussy and plants a light kiss on your clit.
He quickly drops the coy act as he slowly licks up your pussy. You grab his hair as he starts eating you out. You’ve had other boys eat you out, but never this good. Your legs start to close around his head, but Peter keeps them apart with his two large hands on the insides of your thigh. All you can do is arch your back and moan loudly as Peter works his magic.
“P-peter,” you can’t say anything other than his name as you cum on his tongue. He rides you through it, lapping your juices up. You’re breathing hard as you come down from your high. You look down at Peter with his shit-eating grin.
“C’mere,” he says. You slide down into the pool and wrap your legs around his waist. You can feel his hard dick against your thigh. You already miss his lips as you kiss him again. You can taste yourself on him and you moan.
“Can you please fuck me, Peter?” you ask, not caring how desperate you sound. Peter smiles as he jerks himself a couple times before lining up with you. He starts to push in as he holds you up with the other hand. Sometimes you forget how strong he is and it only turns you on even more.
He’s so big inside you and your jaw drops at the feel of him. Peter groans and mutters, “Fuck ________, so tight. Love this tight fuckin’ pussy.” He starts to thrust into you slowly and you pull him towards you. Your head is thrown back as he fucks into you. It feels so good, but you want more.
“F-faster, Peter. Fuck me harder.” you moan and he obliges. He grabs your hips with both hands and slams into you. You’re probably way too loud, but you don’t give a shit as Peter’s dick pounds you into oblivion.
Peter’s equally as loud as he grunts and curses into your chest. He separates from you slightly and the two of you make eye contact. You start to look away again but he says, “No, look at me. Wanna see that pretty face as I’m destroying your pussy.” You moan loudly as you maintain eye contact. He smiles that boyish smile and you remember just who you’re hooking up with.
“I can’t believe,” you struggle to speak, “I’m fucking my best friend.”
Peter laughs, “I’m sure as hell more than that.”
You laugh, too which turns into a moan as his hand moves to your clit. You can feel yourself getting close. Between his hard thrusts and the circles he’s making on your clit, you don’t know how much longer you can last before cumming. “You’re mine, ______. Say you’re fucking mine.” He says possessively.
“I’m yours, Pete. All yours.” you moan out as the dam breaks and you gush around him. He must feel the tightening around his cock as he groans loudly. “S-shit. You’re gonna make me cum.” Peter gives a few more hard thrusts before cumming inside you.
You can feel the warmth spread inside you and you smile. The both of you look at each other as you catch your breaths. Peter is the first one to speak and says, “That was really good.”
You laugh and say, “Yeah, it was.” You kiss him and he kisses back. When you pull away, you realize something. “Um, Peter.”
“Yeah?” he asks.
“You’re still inside me.” He looks down at where you’re connected.
“I guess I am.” He smirks and says, “And it also seems like… I’m still hard,”
“Hm, it seems like you are,” you say coyly back. “Well, we can’t not take care of it.”
“F.R.I.D.A.Y where is my daughter and Spider-boy?” Tony calls.
“They are on the top floor, sir.”
“Top floor? What would they be doing by the pool this late.” he says.
“Sir, I don’t recommend that you go up at this time,” F.R.I.D.A.Y advises.
“Why not?” he asks, but he thinks he already knows.
“Miss Stark and Mr. Parker are having intimate contact with each other.”
“Intimate contact? You know what, F.R.I.D.A.Y. I don’t need to know. Just remind me to have the pool cleaned tomorrow.”
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Pairing: dbf!Bucky Barnes x Reader
Summary: He’s your dad’s best friend and you definitely shouldn’t like him, but you can’t help it. He’s gorgeous and you desperately wanted him. Turns out he desperately wants you too.
Warnings: SO MUCH SMUT. ALL THE SMUTS. Unprotected sex (P in V), oral (M and F receiving), cursing, age gap (all legal).
Life had changed dramatically for you in the last couple years. Your parents split, you graduated college, and shockingly couldn’t find a job, so you moved in with your dad while you continued your search.
What you didn’t expect was falling hard for your dad’s best friend, Bucky Barnes. Bucky had been your dad’s best friend for years and you’d always found him extremely attractive...but there was of course the issue of his age. He was younger than your dad, but he was a bit old for you by society’s standards. Plus, you figured he wouldn’t be interested in his best friend’s daughter. He probably still thought of you as a child.
You’d been living with your dad for a few months and you’d seen Bucky at least once a week since you’d moved in. He was as handsome as ever, which annoyed you to no end.
Today was your 23rd birthday and you were planning on getting together with some friends at a local bar downtown. Your dad was out of town on business, so you had the house to yourself. Two of your girlfriends came over to do a little pre-gaming as the three of you got ready together.
“Soooo did you invite your dad’s hot friend?” Your best friend Amanda asked.
You threw your hairbrush at her. “Oh my god. No I did not invite him!”
“Ugh, why not! He’s so hot,” your other friend Carrie complained.
“Well, for starters, I doubt he’d want to come to a party with a bunch of 20-somethings. Plus, there’s that whole bit about him being MY DAD’S BEST FRIEND!”
Carrie and Amanda laughed. “You’re the birthday girl. How could he say no?” Amanda asked.
You rolled your eyes and went back to doing your hair. “You two are the worst.”
“Well I did manage to get an invite out to some of the hot guys from school,” Carrie commented.
You sighed. You had zero interest in guys your age. They were mostly childish and had absolutely no idea how to please a woman. “As long as they buy me drinks, I won’t complain.”
Your friends laughed. The three of you finished getting ready before heading downstairs to call an Uber.
When you arrived at the bar, there were already quite a few people there. Some were strangers, but a large number of them were friends or acquaintances of yours. You made the rounds and chatted with people for about an hour before deciding to take a seat near the back of the bar to rest your aching feet. You knew you shouldn’t have worn heels.
You were sitting quietly on a bench when you felt someone sit down beside you. When you looked over, you let out a small gasp. “What are you doing here?”
Bucky chuckled. “Happy birthday, doll.”
You blushed. “Thanks, Bucky. But how did you know it was my birthday? Or that I’d be here?”
He smiled and the corners of his eyes crinkled. “Your friend Amanda invited me.” He gestured towards her and she waved with a huge grin on her face.
You made a mental note to kill her later. “Well it was really nice of you to come. I’m sure it’s not how you wanted to spend your Saturday night.”
“Hmm. My options were spend the evening on the couch watching TV by myself or come out to a bar to see the most beautiful girl I know for her birthday. It was a very tough choice.”
You could feel your entire face heat up. Had he just called you beautiful? “Are you sure you made the right choice here?” you joked.
He smiled. “There’s no place I’d rather be.” He abruptly stood up and held his hand out. “Dance with me?”
You slid your hand into his and he pulled you onto the dance floor. The song was upbeat and made you want to shake your hips. As you started to move, the booze you’d drank really started to settle into your bones, loosening up your entire body. When the song changed to something much more sexual, your body shifted with it. You pushed your back up against Bucky and he slid his arm around your waist. You could feel his hot breath on your neck, adding to the pooling of desire in your panties.
“Do you have any idea what you do to me?” Bucky whispered in your ear.
You pressed your ass back against his groin and he groaned. You could feel the bulge in his pants. You spun around to face him and murmured, “Take me home, Bucky.”
His eyes widened. “Are you sure, doll?”
You nodded. “One hundred percent. Please, Buck.”
“Yes ma’am.” He grabbed your hand and led you out of the bar. You waved at Amanda on your way out and she grinned and clapped her hands with glee.
When you got into the parking lot, he led you over to his car and opened the passenger door for you. You slid into the front seat and he ran to the driver’s side.
“Are you okay to drive?” He had to be drunk to be this open with you.
“I only had one beer, so I’m good. But if it would make you feel better, I’m happy to call for a ride.”
You shook your head. “No, that’s okay. I trust you.”
He drove back to your dad’s place without issue. The car ride was silent and a little awkward. You both knew what you were about to do and it felt kind of wrong. You were also really nervous. Bucky was so much more experienced than you. What if you weren’t good?
When he pulled into the driveway, he turned to look at you. “Are you okay, sweets?”
God, the pet names were going to be the death of you. You just nodded your head, afraid to speak.
He reached over and squeezed your hand. “We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do.”
You finally looked at him. He was so beautiful in the evening light. It almost hurt to look at him. You shook your head. “I want this, Bucky. I want you.”
He groaned and closed his eyes. “Keep talking like that, baby, and I might just take you right here in the car.”
“As much as I’d like my neighbors to get a show, I think I’d prefer to have you all to myself.”
He chuckled. “Come on, gorgeous. Let’s take this party inside.”
He came around and opened your door for you before leading you into the house. He had his own key, which definitely came in handy. The moment you closed the front door, Bucky pushed you up against it, lips sealed to yours in a passionate kiss.
“Do you know how long I’ve wanted this?” he asked as he pulled away for air.
You shook your head.
“Since the day you walked back into this house. You’re all grown up. So beautiful. So perfect. I’ve wanted to touch you, hold you, kiss you, every day since.”
His words warmed your heart. “I wanted you too, Bucky. So much.”
“Wanted? Past tense?” he joked.
“Shut up and kiss me,” you moaned.
He did as you asked. His hands snaked around your back to tug at the zipper of your dress. Once he got it down, he helped you out of the dress. You were wearing a matching black lace bra and panty set and he let out a low growl when he saw it. “Fuck, baby. You look sexy.”
You grinned. “Loose the shirt, handsome.” You’re not exactly sure where the burst of confidence came from, but it probably was a mixture of alcohol and his compliments.
He pulled his shirt off over his head and leaned forward to kiss you again. You held out your hand and he stopped when he felt it push against his chest. “What’s wrong? I can stop.”
You shook your head, but you couldn’t take your eyes off his chest. The man was built. Muscles covered every inch of his skin and you felt the strong urge to run your tongue along every ridge and divot on his body.
He watched your expression and a small smile formed on his face. “Like what you see, pretty girl?”
Your eyes snapped up to his. “I want to see every inch of you.”
He groaned and leaned into you, pressing his lips against yours. He scooped you up like you weighed nothing and you wrapped your legs around his waist for support. He carried you into your room and tossed you onto your bed.
You watched him as he slowly removed his jeans. Your heart was beating out of your chest and your breathing was heavy. When your eyes landed on the massive bulge in his boxers, you licked your lips. “Boxers too,” you demanded.
“I like this commanding side of you, sweets. It’s hot as hell.” He dropped his boxers and his cock sprang free. The tip was red and leaking precum and you were dying to wrap your lips around it.
You quickly crawled to the edge of the bed and pulled him towards you by his hips. He obliged and was rewarded when you ran your tongue from the base of his cock to the tip. “Shit, baby,” he muttered.
You smiled and took him into your mouth, sucking in as much as you could without gagging. He wrapped his hands into your hair, pulling it out of the way so he could watch you. When you started to move, he groaned loudly. “Holy shit, doll. Just like that. Fuck.”
His hips thrusted forward involuntarily and you gagged as his cock hit the back of your throat. Bucky’s reaction to the sound you made was enough to tell you he loved it. You pulled him farther into your mouth, sliding as much as you could down your throat. Your throat constricted around him and you gagged loudly. “Damnit baby, you keep doing that and I’m gonna cum.”
You moaned and picked up your pace.
He tossed his head back and moaned. “Is that what you want, baby? You want me to cum in that pretty mouth of yours?”
You moaned again and flicked your eyes up to meet his. You held his gaze as you kept moving. He moaned and his hips jerked as he came, hot cum pouring down your throat. You swallowed every drop he had to give you before removing him from your mouth with a pop. “That was...shit, doll, where’d you learn to do that?”
You grinned at him. “It’s a secret, pretty boy. Now come here.” You curved your finger and beckoned him to you.
He didn’t need to be told twice. He crawled on top of you and immediately latched onto your neck. He left a trail of sloppy kisses, bite marks, and bruises as he made his way down to the swell of your breasts.
You leaned forward so he could remove your bra. When your boobs hung free, he licked his lips. “Anyone ever tell you you have the most incredible boobs?”
You laughed. “Not quite like that.”
He reached out and began to massage them, rolling the perky nipples in between his fingers. You moaned and tossed your head back against the pillows. Bucky slowly slid his metal hand down your body until he reached your panties. He didn't want to bother with removing them, so he tore them off of you.
“Bucky! Those are my best pair!”
He grinned. “I’ll buy you another pair, baby. Hell, I’ll buy you as many as you want as long as you promise this pussy belongs to me.”
Your eyes widened at his words and you blushed slightly.
He hovered over your pussy, lips mere inches away. His eyes flashed up to yours and he said again, “This pussy belongs to me.”
You nodded. “All yours, Bucky.”
He smiled. “That’s my girl.” He slid his tongue between your folds and you gasped in pleasure. Bucky somehow knew exactly what you needed. His lips wrapped around your swollen clit, tongue dancing sweet circles against it.
“Oh god, Bucky. Please don’t stop. It feels so good,” you moaned. Your fingers dug into his arm and into his hair as he continued to devour you.
Bucky slowly slid a metal finger into your dripping pussy and you gasped. “More please. More.”
The way you begged had him breathless. He slid another finger in and began to pump, stroking your sweet spot with every thrust.
“Fuck, Bucky. Oh god. I’m gonna cum baby.”
He began to suck with renewed vigor and he moaned against you. The vibrations sent you over the edge and he held your hips in place as you came. He continued to eat you out as you rode the waves of your orgasm.
You tugged on his hair when it became too much and he lifted his head. His mouth and beard were coated in your slick and it was easily one of the sexiest things you’ve ever seen. “Come here, Buck.”
He moved up to your face and you pulled him down to you, pressing your lips against his. You could taste yourself on his tongue and it coaxed a moan from you. When you separated for a breath, he grinned at you. “You’re amazing, you know that?”
“Me? I’m not the one who just gave me the best orgasm of my life.”
He swelled with pride. “The best? Really?”
You nodded. “It was a low bar, honestly...but I’m pretty sure that one alone ruined me for any other man.”
He grinned. “None of those boys you’ve been dating have treated you right? They haven’t worshipped your perfect body? Made a meal of your sweet pussy?”
You inhaled sharply. “No. Never.”
“Oh baby. Let me show you how a real man makes love to his girl.”
His lips met yours again and you wrapped your arms around his neck. When he finally pulled away, it was just to line himself up with your entrance. “Shit. I don’t have a condom.”
“I’m on the pill, so don’t worry. I want to feel your thick cock inside me.”
He groaned. “Fuck, baby.” He slid into you slowly, giving you time to adjust.
You winced in discomfort as his sheer size nearly split you in half.
He stopped. “Shit, doll. I’m hurting you.”
You reached up and touched his face. “Don’t stop. I’m okay.”
His eyes traced over your face and when he found no apprehension there, he continued slowly. Once he was fully seated inside of you, he stopped, allowing you time to acclimate to the stretch.
You were out of breath even though you hadn’t done a thing. “You’re so big, Buck. You fill me up so well.”
Pride flowed through his veins at your words. He kissed you gently. “I’ll go slow baby. I don’t want to hurt you.”
You shook your head. “I want you to fuck me so hard I can’t walk tomorrow. Make me scream your name. Ruin me, James Buchanan Barnes.”
The way you said his name elicited a low growl from his chest. “Stop me if it’s too much, baby.”
You nodded and he immediately started to move. He set a decent pace and each thrust sent waves of pleasure and pain through your body. After a few minutes, the pain had subsided and all you could feel was incredible pleasure.
“This pussy was made for me, doll. So tight and warm. I could stay here all night.”
You could only moan in response. Words were completely lost to you at this point. He angled himself so he was slamming into your g-spot with each thrust and you cried out in pleasure. “Oh Bucky! Please!”
“Please what, doll?”
He sped up and you let out another cry. “Don’t cum yet baby. I want you to wait until I tell you to.”
Your eyes snapped open and you looked at him in worry.
“Don’t worry baby. You can do it. It’ll be worth it,” he said softly.
You nodded and moaned again as he slammed into your sweet spot. His hand slid down between your bodies and he started gently messaging your clit.
“Can’t what, gorgeous?”
“Please, Bucky. I need to cum. Let me cum.”
He shook his head. “Not yet, baby.”
You clung to him as he shifted positions again. He felt his own orgasm threatening to burst, but he had to let you cum first.
You moaned and cried out his name. “Please!”
He leaned forward and growled, “Cum for me, baby girl.”
As soon as the words were out of his mouth, you came with such force you nearly blacked out. Bucky came immediately after you and he rode you through both of your highs.
When you’d both calmed down, he slid his softening cock out of you. “You alright, sweets?” he whispered.
You smiled at him. “Never better.”
He leaned down to kiss you gently before getting out of the bed. He wobbled a little as he walked to the bathroom. He came back a few moments later with a warm washcloth. He gently cleaned you up and then crawled back into bed beside you. He pulled you in close and you snuggled against him.
“That was incredible, Bucky,” you said softly.
He smiled. “I’m glad you enjoyed it, doll. You were infinitely better than I imagined...and I imagined it quite a lot.”
You laughed lightly and kissed his chest.
“I um--I was hoping--um...” he cleared his throat. “What I mean is--I don’t want this to be a one time thing.”
You looked up at him in surprise.
“Unless you want it to be, then that’s fine--” he rambled quickly.
“Bucky,” you cut him off. “I don’t want this to be a one time thing either.”
His entire body relaxed. “Thank god.”
You smiled and touched his face affectionately. “Stay?”
“I’ll stay as long as you want me, doll.”
You smiled and laid your head back down against his chest. He pulled you in close and you both drifted off to sleep in the comfort of each other’s arms.
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Y/n: look Peter's smiling, he's totally fine
Tony: he's smiling because he's absolutely terrified-
[Looks at Peter who is increasingly sweating and is on the verge of a breakdown]
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𝓁𝑒𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒹𝑒𝓋𝒾𝓁 𝑜𝓊𝓉 | ꪑ.ꪑ.
featuring matt murdock x reader (f)
rating NSFW / MINORS DNI / DARK FIC
content warning CNC (consensual nonconsent), roleplaying, dark!elements, matt losing control, unprotected sex, threats, breath play, semi public play, impact play, brief blackout, creampie kink, oral sex (f), use of a safe word, aftercare
summary the best way to keep his conscience in check is to let him stray every now and then. no one seemed to understand that but you.
word count 5k (yikes, sorry) / one shot
attention not proofread. do not read if you don’t like dark!fics (duh) because i’m not responsible for your media consumption and this fic contains consensual non consensual sex acts & abusive behavior! do not copy/repost/translate. reblog / give feedback. divider by @firefly-graphics !
“Look,” you exhale slowly, twisting the golden band on your ring finger as you consider the easiest way to let him down, “no offense but I—“
“You’re waiting on someone?” he asks, brows arching above the rounded edge of his dark glasses. “Husband, maybe, judging by the way you keep fidgeting with that ring. I’m guessing it’s a wedding band.”
you sigh, and nod, but answer quietly. “I’m married, but,” you glance around the bar, scanning each face, before your gaze falls on him again. the man on the stool beside you, his arm resting on the bar top, thick digits rimming the lip of his beer bottle. “My husband— he doesn’t exactly know that I’m here. It doesn’t matter, really, just looking to be left alone tonight.”
his smile remains, as if it’s been painted on his lips. he tilts his head to one side, as if he’s intrigued, or perplexed, by this new information. “He doesn’t know where you are?” a breathy chuckle escapes his grinning countenance, and it sends a shiver down your spine. “Don’t you think that’s a little dangerous? A girl like you?”
your eyes narrow, and you hiss, somewhat defiantly. “A girl like me? A girl like me can take care of herself, keep that in mind.”
“Oh, I’m sure you can.” he answers smoothly, the arrogance that has you gritting your teeth as his smile contorts into a flippant expression as he shrugs, “Didn’t mean anything by it, you just seem sweet. Your voice is soft and kind,” there’s a subtle twitch in the left corner of his mouth that you take note of, before he adds, “but I suppose that you’ve gotten good at lying to men, haven’t you?”
staring at him incredulous, you scoff, “Just what the fuck do you know about me, anyways? I—“
“I know you’re in some sleazy bar late at night, and that your husband doesn’t know where you are.” he leans close, as if whispering a terrible secret, his palm finding your bare thigh and rubbing firm circles, “I know you’re wearing a dress too short to be wanting to be left alone, and cheap perfume that you don’t mind wasting, drenching yourself in to… cover up the scent of the man you plan on cheating on your husband with. Should I keep going?”
“No.” you snap, fed up with the glaringly obvious truths spilling from his lips, “no. You should get up and walk away. Right now.”
this is the moment his aura shifts, the air between the two of you seems to thicken with tension and you can see his jaw working as he grinds his teeth. it’s almost intimidating, but you try not to seem too disturbed by it, clearing your throat, you turn back towards your nearly-empty glass, kicking your leg in hopes to shake his hand free of your thigh.
“It’s not going to fucking happen.”
the weirdest part about him was that he stayed. sure, he put some distance between the two of you, but merely moved to one of the tables in the corner. and that’s where he sat, drinking, waiting. you could swear that the man didn’t plan on leaving until you did, so you tested your theory.
you stayed until last call.
and the man did, too. he hadn’t talked to anyone else after you, just sat at the table and ordered beer after beer.
just as the bartender swaggered over to you, flipping a rag over his shoulder, you felt a body breeze past you from behind— it was his cologne. you turned on the stool to see him leaving the bar, silently, and taking careful steps, guided by a nearly rhythmic tapping of the white cane in front of him. you felt a wave of relief upon watching him leave— not that he seemed necessarily dangerous (just a massive prick), but you couldn’t explain the jitters you felt when his hand rested on your thigh. pensive, you run your fingertips over the affected area.
“All right, lady.” the bartender huffs, “You ain’t gotta go home, but ya can’t stay here.”
snapping back to the present, you nod, gathering your things and pulling yourself to your feet. “Oh! Right, sorry.” nibbling on your bottom lip, you settle your tab and exit the bar with a couple of late-night stragglers.
you hadn’t been expected the rain. a steady shower that had started sometime after you’d went inside, and now you’re standing in the middle of it, soaking from head to toe, and wishing you brought an umbrella.
you fish in your clutch for your phone to order an Uber, but think better of it. a cab, instead. there was one approaching from over the hill and you take a step forward, extending your arm to wave it over.
that’s when he grabs you.
one palm clamps over your mouth hard, whilst the other plants itself firmly on your midsection, hoisting you off the sidewalk and away from the street. your first instinct is to scream, a muffled sound drowned out by the rain. your next was to fight. you thrash wildly against your attacker, kicking until one of your heels flies off and lands in a mud puddle he drags you by, your arms flailing in attempts to reach his face. when they do, you feel thick, soaked fabric over his eyes, and no matter how you try to sink your nails in, you can’t seem to get a grip. the man drags you into the alleyway by the bar’s employee exit with you protesting violently the whole way. finally, he grunts when you grasp his cheek, and jerks it away, before flinging you on to your back on the metal door of the dumpster.
wheezing loud through his tightly sealed fingers, you arch your back, eyes fluttering as you feel every bit of wind knocked from your lungs. his hand is tight over your mouth but he leans close to your face. even in the rain, you recognize the scent of his cologne. the man from the bar, but he’s certainly dressed different. clad in all black, he appears as a wicked shadow of the suit-wearing asshole he was before. your eyes squint, blinking rapidly as raindrops blur your vision ever so slightly, but you’re glaring up at him, screaming obscenities through his palm and kicking your legs.
“You’re going stop screaming,” he mutters, lips hovering dangerously close to your cheek, “so I can take my hand off your mouth, or I’m going to have to make you be quiet. Understand?”
fuck him. fuck him!
you only howl louder against his hand, both hands latching on to his wrist. your nails bite at the thickness of his gloves, but you can’t tell if they actually go through.
his free hand comes down in a tight, strong fist and strikes the metal inches from your skull, a bang as loud as a gunshot making your ears ring. a strangled whimper dies in his palm, dizzy from the noise and grateful that you had narrowly avoided being hit hard enough to produce that kind of sound.
“I said you’re going to stop screaming.” he repeats. his fist must’ve been throbbing, but he didn’t let any discomfort reach the stoicism of his countenance, or what you could see of it— “Now, scream again, and maybe my aim gets a little better. Understand?” the grip over your mouth has his clothed digits digging into the flesh of your cheeks, and he uses the leverage to nod your head for you. “I’m going to take it off, now, and you’re going to behave.”
he does, and you follow his rules, for now. huffing, you attempt to suck in as much, burning oxygen as you can, sputtering raindrops.
“Smart girl.” he seems pleased, or at least approves of your cooperation, and he snatches the purse from your shoulders, tearing it open.
panting, you prop one elbow into the rusted metal you’re lain upon to try and push yourself up. “So what, you want.. money? Take it, Jesus. Could’ve just snatched my purse from the street.”
“I don’t want your money.”
and, you watch him punctuate that statement by emptying the contents of your purse on to the concrete, sparkling like night stars. a small handgun, compact mirror, cellphone, wallet.
“Then what the fuck do you want?”
his hand latches on to one of your ankles, yanking you to the very edge of the dumpster so abruptly that you lose your balance and fall back against it with a soft grunt. “I want to give you what you want.” he murmurs, gripping both of your knees to pry them open. no matter how hard you try to close them, he’s much too strong to compete with, and he forces them wide enough for him to step between with ease. “What you were looking for the moment you stepped foot into that bar dressed the way you did.”
you dig your knees into his ribs from either side with a furious snarl. “No!” you exclaim, pushing yourself up again to throw both of your arms in his direction. he lays a palm flat against your sternum and overpowers you with ease, holding you down with your spine flush against the dumpster. he was so goddamn strong, you remember thinking, that fighting against him was practically useless. “I don’t want this,” you hiss, and he uses his teeth to pull the glove off of his free hand and discard it beside your writhing frame, “I don’t want this.”
“If it makes you feel any better, you can keep repeating that mantra,” he murmurs, his now bare hand delving between your open thighs to find the warmth that lives there. fist curling around the thin fabric of your panties, with one jerk, he’s torn them from your body with a horrible sound echoing around you. he grunts low, like a beast, when he finds it; the rough pads of his digits worm their way underneath your delicate nether lips, and for the first time, you see a grin etch his lips upward, flashing pearly white teeth, “but your pussy’s wet, you know. Drenched, actually.” wrist craning, his thumb presses hard on your button like he knows exactly where to find it and you suppress a needy moan, hips rocking to try and escape his filthy caress. “Been that way since I told you that it was dangerous being out here alone. I could smell your juicy cunt in the bar, you know that? Even from across the damn room, I could feel the warmth radiating from it, fucking needy, little pussy. Tell me I’m mistaken.”
even with the chill of the raindrops on your face, the apples of your cheeks burn with humiliation. had you truly been turned on at the prospect of danger, or was this masked man full of shit? you couldn’t remember properly, like everything before his hand between your hips was a distant memory. his first, two digits tease your clenching hole before he pushes them in and hooks them there, like an anchor inside of your body. the moan escapes you now, tearing through your tightly pursed lips like a bat out of hell. “You’re mistaken…” you murmur, but the excited fluttering of your walls against his fingers gives you away.
“And you’re a bad liar.”
his fingers dive deeper, curling every few centimeters or so, and you grit your teeth, your own hand covering your mouth to prevent any more moaning. still, it was hard to deny how good it felt, the skillful prodding of his digits. “Goddamn, that’s a tight, little hole.” his breathing had become somewhat ragged, like he’d been running a marathon, but only after he got to feel you. it was you that was making him this way, pant and grunt and dig his fingers into the fabric of your dress where he still held you down. “Just begging to get stuffed full of dick, isn’t that right?”
you shudder, body aching at every syllable as it hangs in the air around you. your legs tremble against his taut frame, looking up at him with a bleary gaze. allowing your hand away from your mouth, you push against the wrist that plants his palm firmly on your chest, “Don’t—“
but the sound of the zipper whirring makes your head spin. puts you on edge. you squirm until you’re partially crumpled on the lid of the dumpster, neck craned as far as it will without pain to see him retrieving himself from the fabric prison of his inky trousers. even in the blur of the rain, the dim lighting of the barren alley, you see it. thick and heavily veined, already rock hard and throbbing. ready to fuck you into an oblivion like you’ve never experienced before. the thought makes your stomach turn, for all the wrong reasons.
temporarily stunned, you don’t even realize that his hand has slipped from your chest and, instead, cradles the back of your neck, urging you forward.
“I gotta feel that tight cunt wrap around my cock right fucking now,” his words are an exhale, a spectral version of a statement that has goosebumps raising over your arms and legs, “be a good girl and take it.”
the force at which he enters you is astounding. if you weren’t so wet, it might have even hurt. you suck in a whimper that was threatening to fill the air between the two of you as he bottoms out, swelling your canal to max capacity with a single thrust.
“That’s it,” he moans, jaw clenched tight, he hauls you closer to his body, slumped in a forced sitting position with your legs swinging helplessly at his hips, “that’s good.” his grip on the back of your neck seems to tighten, pushing you closer to him as if he couldn’t get deep enough to satiate his lust for the destruction of your cunt.
you mewl, lewdly so, and slam the sides of your fists against the broad expanse of his solid chest. the fabric that clings to it makes a slick thudding, like the sound you may hear if you jumped on a wet trampoline. “You can’t!” you protest, choking back sounds of pleasure that so desperately wish to assure him that he most certainly can, “You can’t do this! Stop! Stop—“
the familiar sensation of his thick palm clamping over your lower mandible returns to shut you up, only this time, his thumb and forefinger pinch your nostrils closed at the same time. “I said I needed your cunt, never said anything about your mouth—“ he grunts, his rutting finding a violent pace as he jackhammers himself into you. you dig your nails deep into the sleeve that covers his forearm, wriggling helplessly as the masked devil takes you. “I’ll take it, too, when I’m done wrecking this sweet, little fuckhole, but hush up until then.” your eyelids flutter, lungs burning from the lack of oxygen reaching them. he doesn’t seem to care, though you get the feeling he’s aware, and he shifts, positioning you like a rag doll, with one of your legs thrown over his bicep so he can force it back towards your chest when he leans forward, opening you up for a more thorough plowing.
the angle gives his throbbing length access to new depth, and the swollen head of his cock batters your insides with reckless abandon. “Yeah,” he spits, husky and starving in your ear, “Yeah. Dick’s way deep in that pussy, isn’t it?” he can feel the vibration of your sobs of protest melding into helpless moans of ecstasy. “I know you like it, sweet girl, I can tell by the way you’re gripping me right now— holy hell, what is it? Hubby doesn’t fuck you hard enough? That why you’re here, throwing yourself into the water like a piece of fuckmeat, and waiting to see what shark is gonna come up and take the bait?” you gurgle in response, lids heavy but you force them to stay open, sinking your teeth into the glove. it wouldn’t be enough, you realized, it probably didn’t even hurt. but you were in a whirlwind of sensation, your belly churning as your walls milk his girth. he grunts, gasping for a proper breath as he keeps yours nonexistent, his lips smearing saliva and raindrops over your cheek before he snarls, “Fuck, fuck, fuck—“ the expletives sound especially sinful when uttered in that coarse whisper, broken into base syllables, edged by the pleasure of hurting you. by smothering you.
smothering. the word rings true as your lungs ache and yearn for oxygen, you start to jerk and squirm, hoping to -at least- break a gap between his fingers to suck air through, but he holds you tight and close to his heaving chest, your forehead smashed against it. “You wanna breathe, sweet girl?” he teases wickedly, plumbing your depths with a ferocity that had to be unique to him. “Because I’ll let you, all you gotta do is cum for me, first. You’re close already, I know it—“ he groans, his jaw tight, “I can hear your heartbeat, fast like a scared little bunny, and feel how tight your little pussy is getting around me, you’re gonna cum so fucking hard, huh? Even harder because you can’t breathe.”
he’s right. heavens, is he right! your climax washes over you like a tidal wave, pulls you to the depths of ecstasy like an undertow. you thrash like you’re drowning, screaming muffled through his hand until your throat is raw and sore, and you see white specks, like stars dancing about him. darkness burns the edges, vision like vingette as you quiver, locked in place. “That’s it, good girl,” he huffs, forcing you to ride through your orgasm, “give me a nice, big one. Just… like… that…”
dizzy is no longer a strong enough word to express how you feel. you’re beyond dizzy, you’re weightless. you’re floating through space, directionless, helpless, and utterly broken. your grip loosens on his wrist, only slightly, and he reacts in turn, releasing your mouth and nose to strike your cheek in rapid slaps, bringing you back into the consciousness you’d been slipping out of. “Come back, sweet girl, come on. Not, ah, not done with you, not yet.”
the breath you take almost feels like the first one. it’s new and it burns all the way down, you sputter and spew rain drops, choking on sweet oxygen when you come to, eyes wide and trying to adjust. you flail in his grip, temporarily disoriented and scared, until he hooks that one leg over his shoulder and grips the back of your neck with both hands, fingers interlacing against your nape, forcing your chin towards your flouncing breasts.
“I want you to watch,” he pants, ragged and needy, in your ear, “watch me fuck your little cunt and tell me what you see.”
you’ve no choice with the way he’s pressing your chin into your chest. you moan but it’s a strangled, frustrated sound. “I—“ you pause, pursing your lips to try and kill a whine of pleasure; it doesn’t work, “I—I see your cock going in and out of me!” sucking in another breath, your eyes are glued to the vividly obscene display where your bodies connected, “And, fuck, you’re going deep-p— my— I came all over it!”
he’s buried his face in your neck, sucking on the tender skin and teasing your pulse point with his teeth to muffle his own, needy moans. “Yeah?” he asks, “Is your clit nice and swollen? Aching?”
you bite down on your lower lip, “Y—yeah…!”
he inhales deep, teeth grazing your collar bone, rutting more erratically. “Play with it.”
you shudder at even the thought of touching the screaming bundle of nerves. “I can’t— I’m too sensitive!” you protest, shaking your head.
“Not gonna tell you again,” he huffs, “rub your greedy pussy for me.” his jaw tightens, and you can feel his member palpitating deep inside you. “Shit, I need to feel you cum again.”
you try to look at his face, adjust your body so you can see the muscles in his jaw pulled tight, or at least so you could see something other than your body swallowing his cock like you were starved for it. one, trembling hand approaches your sex with caution, fingers prodding experimentally at your clitoris. the slightest poke sends electricity through your veins, and you let out a pathetic, little squeak.
you swallow hard around a lump in your throat but obey, rubbing your nub harder and quicker. you groan, half in pleasure and half from how sensitive you were— how it almost hurt to touch yourself now.
“Ah, fuck,” he moans in your ear, heavy breath sending chills down your spine, “you’re getting tight again. Heart beat kicking up. I bet you feel that churning in your belly, don’t you? Don’t stop, sweet girl, make yourself cum on my cock one more time.”
you hated that he was right; loathed that the constant decimation of your sex and the new stimulation has brought on a second orgasm. you convulse, eyes rolling back when you cum for the second time in a matter of minutes, this one hitting you much harder than the first. expletives spill from your swollen lips and tangle within labored breathing; your hips jut forward to meet the violence of his rutting, to accept the battering he deals you with a masochistic lust.
“I’m close. Real close.” you could already tell by the way his moans had turned into hisses of breath, and how he throbs inside of you, but hearing him say it only extended your orgasm for another few seconds. “I’m gonna cum— gonna fill you up, sweet girl.”
you didn’t even have time to protest.
warmth engulfs your interior, spreading through your belly like a wildfire, and he buries his face in the crook of your neck, his moans muffled and vibrating the flesh of your throat.
several seconds pass.
you can feel his seed oozing from the join of your bodies, sticking to your thighs and smearing over his pants, and he stays there, getting his breathing under control, while he deposits what seems like years of pent up sexual frustration into your guts. after what seems like a lifetime of aftershocks shared between the both of you, he retreats, using one hand to pull himself free while the other holds your nape, flinging you off of the dumpster and on to the concrete below. you land on your feet, but your knees are like jelly, and you melt to the wet ground shortly after, panting, wheezing. looking up at him, looming over you, you can see that his cock is twitching madly, but his grip on it is tight, thumb massaging the protruding vein. was he… was he stroking himself back to life?
aware that going another round with this man meant your willpower would be completely shattered, you roll yourself on to your knees and look around, heart beating fast and hard against your ribs. you catch sight of your phone, a few feet away, and scramble towards it, extending your hand for it. you were so close that the tips of your fingers brushed across the screen and it lit up, the words FACE ID NOT RECOGNIZED USE PASSCODE flashing.
then, you feel his hands in your hair. delving deep against the roots, he yanks hard, and your back arches, knees digging into the gravel. “Ah!” it’s partially a cry of frustration, and partially a startled gasp.
“You thought we were done?” he asks, chest heaving as he drops to his own knees behind you. the grip on your scalp keeps your head forward, tilted back, and he wedges his knees between yours, forcing them wide open again. you moan, helpless and weak, when you feel the rain mixing with his cum on your thighs, more oozing out of you. “We’re not done.”
“Please!” you whine; you know how pathetic and tiny you must sound to him, but you can’t help yourself. “I can’t cum again! I just can’t!”
“Sure you can, sweet girl,” he scoffs, every word laced with acid, “I’m gonna make it easy for you.” he leans in close to your sex, inhaling the concoction of scents. yours and his, before licking a thick stripe between your nether lips. you squeal, trying to crawl forward to escape the tingling in your toes and the throbbing of your clit, but his grip is too strong. “I’m gonna fuck you with my tongue until you beg me to stop.”
your thighs quaking, you mewl and babble and beg him to let you rest, to stop this torture of never ending orgasms, but he’s too deep between your thighs to listen. his tongue dives into your abused hole, slurping on his own taste as well as your desire. he nibbles on your folds, both hands planted firm on your ass cheeks with his fingers dug in deep. you reach for the phone again, and groan when you see that it’s just out of the way, the very tips of your digits can only just ghost over the home button. the visage of salvation just beyond your fingertips, leaving you at the mercy of the man in black taunts you.
his couplet encases your clit in warm, tongue swirling around it, and you can feel the stubble on his jaw rubbing you raw. your whole body is shaking so violently that you’re forced to brace yourself with both palms on the concrete. “I can’t,” you moan, desperate, “I can’t, I can’t, I can’t…” those two words are repeated over and over as he devours your core, another orgasm fast approaching. you were at your limit. you were done.
“Silver,” you whisper, breathless, and you feel him stop and pull away from you. “Silver, Matty, silver.”
your name falls from his lips. not sweet girl. your name. he releases your hair, but his palm falls to caress your face as he crawls up to kneel at your side. you rest your fiery cheek against the bare palm and look up at him— his mouth is sparkling with your arousal coating that and his jaw, but his lips are pulled downwards in a concerned frown. “Are you okay? Did I hurt you?”
“No, I’m fine. Just really sensitive, now.” you assure him, grabbing on to his arm with both hands to haul yourself into a sitting position, “I just—“ you tilt your head, shaking digits pushing the black mask from over his eyes. those gentle eyes. then, you cradle his face in both hands and guide his lips to yours in a soft peck. “Take me home, yeah?”
“Hmm?” you hum, softly, running your fingers through Matt’s freshly washed, damp tendrils as he rests his head in your lap. the two of you had been curled up on the couch in that spot since after your shower together, where you took turns washing one another carefully. it was somewhat of a routine, and one that assured him that he had done no real damage to you during the session.
he turns his head, resting the back of it against your thigh. you pause, before brushing along his scalp near the top of his ear instead. he looks up towards the ceiling, hand reaching for your face. your free hand gently guides it to your cheek, and you nuzzle into the caress. “Why do you do this?”
“All of it. The game, the safewords… why?” he doesn’t seem disappointed or angry, but merely confused. “No one’s ever really done anything like this with me… For me.”
you tilt your head, thoughtfully twirling a damp lock of his hair around your forefinger. “You told me before, that you had the devil inside of you.” he nods, still not getting it. “Well,” you start, watching his countenance carefully, “The devil’s like a dog trapped inside. And if you never let a dog out of the house, they rip up furniture, eat things they’re not supposed to. They destroy things because they’re bored, understimulated.”
“So, what you’re saying is that all of this is you metaphorically taking the devil inside me for a walk?” his brow quirks, and he chortles lowly in amusement.
you scoff, shaking your head. “Not exactly, and thanks a lot, you just screwed up my metaphor.” your fingertips glide over his scalp and towards his forehead, drawing soft, loving circles about his temple, “Every now and then, the devil needs to be let out, needs to breathe and run. If we keep him stimulated in a safe environment, there isn’t any need for him to destroy, is there?”
Matt cocks his head to the side, “But who says it’s all that safe? I could hurt you one of these nights.” his voice lowers as he says it, as if simply uttering the words brought a sadness over him.
you arch your eyebrows, “You would never hurt me, Matthew Murdock.” sinking your teeth into your lower lip, you turn your head to press your lips to his fingers, kissing the golden band on one of them in particular, “I wouldn’t have married you if I didn’t trust you.”
“And if I don’t trust myself?”
“Then, trust me.” you murmur against it, “Trust me.”
he seems pensive for a moment, and is quiet as he thinks. “All right, I trust you, baby.” he smiles, letting go of your cheek to instead pat his lips with the pad of his forefinger twice. it was his way of telling you to kiss them. you do as instructed, leaning over to press your couplet to his, and you smile into the embrace. “Mm… even though you go to sleazy bars in town late at night without telling me.”
a giggle bubbles, uncontrollably, out to break the kiss and you nip at his lower lip with a playfully thoughtful hum, “Well, I guess that means you just need to fuck me more, Mr. Murdock.”
“Oh?” he chuckles, too, and sits up, turning to angle your chin up towards him with his forefinger curled beneath it. the pad of his thumb runs over your lower lip, and he grins wide. “I think I can do that, Mrs. Murdock.”
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18+ 𝗠𝗜𝗡𝗢𝗥𝗦 𝗗𝗡𝗜
It was a Friday night and the wonderful Tony Stark had to throw one of his "Amazing" parties. You were not looking forward to it. You never were. You hated all of Tony's parties for the mere fact that you hated talking to people.
It was no secret to the rest of the team that you hated socializing. Especially in large crowds- like ones at Tony's parties- social anxiety really has it for you. Even when you go to the store, you can't even speak to the fucking cashier when she asks if you want a plastic bag. You hated talking to people. You were the most quiet one of all the avengers. The most innocent person they have ever met... That was until Thor brought his brother- adopted as Thor keeps on saying- his handsome brother. He was tall and pale, he had long black slick hair that was always combed back. He had a pair of the most beautiful eyes you've ever seen. It looked like a beautiful ocean blue colour. A pair of eyes that you'd willingly drown in. A pair of eyes that you would want to stare in for hours. A pair of eyes you'd want to see before you died so that it would be in your memory forever. You would be lying if you said you wouldn't let him stab you and then rail you afterward. You'd literally let the man kill you. But. There was no way in heaven or hell that that man- no that God would want you. There was no way he thought about you the way you thought about him. There was no way he got horny just by looking at you. And that saddened you. You would never have him.
That night at Tony's party changed everything. That party changed all your negative thoughts. You couldn't think straight after that night out of pure shock- Hell you couldn't even walk. That night was the night that Loki Laufeyson fucked you so hard you needed to hold the walls for support. So hard that you couldn't even sit down. So hard that he left bruises on your inner thighs.
It all started at Tony's party...
You walked downstairs wearing a simple black thigh length dress. You put on a pair of doc martens to go with the dress because you really didn't feel for heels. You had some neutral make-up on and you curled tour hair a bit. You really didn't want to dress up. But Nat and Wanda refused. When you finally gave in they picked out your dress, which was surprisingly not too much. Nat was wearing a white blouse and a black knee length skirt with black hills that had a small hill. Wanda was wearing a black off shoulder blouse with a tennis skirt with clad patterns on and a pair of doc martens- which she stole from me btw. You girls were looking fa- bu- lous.
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You walked to the bar to get yourself a drink. You sat down on the barstool and called the bartender over.
"Good evening ma'am, what are you drinking tonight?", The bartender had a southern accent, and brown hair with emerald green eyes. You weren't going to lie he was hot.
"H-hi can I have a umm- a s-sex on the beach please?", You were so close to running out of the compound. Your anxiety was really bad. You thought you were going to have a panic attack right then and there.
"Alrighty then a sex on the beach for you, and what are you havin' sir?", The bartender asked with his heavy southern accent.
Your head whipped to your side at the mention of the word 'sir'. And when you saw who it was you almost really out this time. You got weak in the knees by looking at him. He was wearing a black suit. A full on black suit and he was looking like a piece of fucking meat at a Christmas dinner. You swore you felt yourself drooling so you closed your mouth and secretly felt if there was drool. Thankfully, there was no drool. The sound of Loki's voice brought you out of your dirty thoughts.
"Has no one ever taught you that it's rude to stare dear?", He asked with that hot fucking English accent.
"Uhh- I- well- uhmm- hahahaha", omg you just started laughing out of fucking nowhere. Jesus fucking Christ no!! You took your beverage and tried to get away from the bar as soon as possible. But before you could leave, Loki grabbed your wrist and pulled you back.
"Darling", he said sternly, but why did it sounds so fucking hot? The word that left his mouth went straight to your core and you tensed up immediately. "You know I can read your mind right?".
Your eyes widen and your body tensed up even more.' What the Fuck did he say?! Holy shit! No! No! No! No! HOLY SHIT DID HE REA-'
Your thoughts were cut off by Loki's strong voice.
"Yes i did, darling", he said but his voice was much lower than before. "And I don't think you are as innocent as you act", he had this sly smirk, which made your panties soak more than it already was.
"Well- uhh- I really g-gotta go", you say as you try to move your wrist out of his grip. But he keeps hold of you wrist. This time, he tugs you closer and closer. He leaned down so that his lips were hovering right over your ear.
"You're not going anywhere darling. You're going to stay right here with me and behave like a good girl. Understood?'', The words 'good girl' made your legs go weak. You couldn't form any words so you just nodded and sat back on the barstool.
Loki didn't know it would be this easy to get you wrapped around his finger. He knew what your thoughts were about him. He knew all of the dirty scenarios you would place him in. And he knew all the negative thoughts you would think. How you think you're not pretty enough. How you think that he would never fall for you. That thoughts pissed him off. He thinks you're a fucking masterpiece. He thinks you're a delicious Asgardian meal he would like to devour every single night. He wished you could see yourself the way he sees you.
You were still sat on the barstool, sipping on your beverage. You tried so hard not to think. At all. So, instead you were watching the people dance. After a while of staring into the crowd, you felt a hand on your thigh. You were about to choke slam somebody, but then you looked to see Loki. He grabbed your drink and placed it on the bar counter. He grabbed your wrists and pulled you out of the party area. He pulled you up the stairs and all the way into the room. He kicked the door closed with his foot the twirled you around then pinned you against the door.
"Darling, do you have any idea how you make me feel?", He asked, breath fanning over your lips.
You didn't know what do say as you were in complete shock. You just settled on shaking your head no.
Loki then pushed his body flush against yours and you felt something against your inner thigh. It felt like a fucking third leg. It felt big. No, not big it felt huge.
Loki read your mind. Again. He then gripped your jaw and kissed you. It was a hungry kiss, yet there was so much passion in it. It was like he was pouring out all of the things he felt for you in one kiss. The kiss became heated when he swiped his tongue over your bottom lip asking for entrance to your mouth. You opened your mouth and he slipped his tongue in. Eventually, you had to part for air. When you did you stared at him and he smiled. He connected your lips once again, but he's lips moved to you jaw and down to your neck. Sucking and nipping at the sensitive skin. You moaned when he found your sweet spot. When that sound came out of your mouth, he started attacking that sweet spot. You where letting out soft moans at the feeling of his younger swirling over that spot. You felt his hands move to your back. He tugged on the zipper in attempt to remove it. You giggled at his failing attempt at removing a dress. You turned around and moved your hair to the side to help him remove your dress.
He tugged the zipper down and the dress slid down your body. Loki stood there for a second to admire your body. You blushed and looked down.
"Hey, look at me", he lifted your chin so that your were looking at him. "You're beautiful. I don't care who says otherwise and you shouldn't either. You are the most beautiful person I have ever seen in my life. You are perfect." That words made your heart pound in your chest. He made you feel pretty. For the first time you actually felt pretty. You smiled at him and connected your lips again. You pulled back and pushed him onto the bed.
"Thank you, but I've been waiting for this moment for a very long time, so I would like to get this done and then you can sweet talk me", you said much more confident than before. You decided to take charge and show him maybe you aren't as innocent as everyone says.
You unbuckled his pants and zipped it down. You tugged it off as went to straddle his lap. You tugged down his boxers and your eyes went wide. Sure, other guys you slept with were big. But he was huge no wonder why it felt like a third leg against your thigh. Because, it is huge.
You got up from his lap and pulled down your panties. Waisting no time at all you went back and straddled him. He groaned at the sight of your soaking cunt. You took his cock your hand and ran the tip over your folds, collecting the slick. You lined him up with your entrance and you sunk down onto his length. You both moaned at the feeling. You being filled and he feeling the tightness of your glistening pussy. You started to bounce up and down on his cock. Loki grabbed ahold of your hips moved you even faster. He needed more so he flipped you over and threw your legs over his shoulders. He slipped back into you and started thrusting at an inhumane pace. Well he isn't human so that might be why. The sounds of desperate moans and skin slapping filled the room. Loki brought his left hand up to your throat and his right hand laid on the side of your head for leverage.
You felt a familiar knot in your stomach as a sign that you are close. You shut your eyes and your face scrunched up. Loki could feel you were close because you were clenching around him.
"That's it darling, cum for me. Be a good girl and cum for me", he spoke between moans as he was close to his release as well.
You clenched around his throbbing cock and your legs started to shake. "Fuck!! L-loki!!".
Loki moaned so loudly you were sure everyone at the party heard it, but you couldn't give two shits. You and Loki both came at the same time and you were screaming at the pleasure when he's hot seed spilled into you. Both of you were panting heavily, but Loki kept thrusting to get you down from your high.
When you came down, Loki collapsed on top of you. You chuckled between breathes.
"That...was....the best....sex.. I've ever had ..", you said still breathing heavily.
Loki rolled off of you and went into the bathroom. He got a cloth and opened the tap to wet it a little bit. He came back to the room and started to clean you up.
"Darling", he said looking slightly nervous.
"Would you like to accompany me to dinner tomorrow night?"
You fake gasped and mocked him,"is the Loki Laufeyson asking me on a date??".
"Yes, I suppose he is", he said with a chuckle.
"Well in that case, I'd love to"
He smiled at you and gave you a kiss on the forehead.
You both crawled into bed and Loki cuddled you like you were a fucking teddy bear. Like you were going to disappear. You didn't mind though. It made you feel special. He made you feel special.
That was the night you fell for Loki Laufeyson....
𝗜 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗲𝗻𝗷𝗼𝘆𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘀𝗺𝘂𝘁 𝗵𝗲𝗵𝗲♡︎♥︎
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zemo with a breeding kink or anything with choking😍
18+ DNI IF YOU'RE A MINOR, YOU'LL BE BLOCKED INSTANTLY
☆ pronouns: she/her
☆ word count: 283
☆ pairing: helmut zemo x reader
☆ warning(s): 18+ content, choking, breeding, sir kink, cockwarming, hard but passionate love making
you came to the right person bc i luv me some zemo omlll. issa lil short but that's alr
"Look at you, lovie." he tightened his grip around the girl's neck to get her attention. She looked up at him through tear filled eyes. Her ears filled as though they were filled with cotton, his voice distant, rumbling through her body as he pounded away into the warmth of her. He smiled down at her causing her to whimper. No matter how the Baron smiled, there was always that hint of danger hidden behind it as if he knew something no one else did.
"S-sir I wanna....Ne-need you to-"
"Shh, it's okay. I've got you. I'm gonna fill you up princessa, don't worry." he assured, pressing her further into the mattress. It creaked and groaned under the intensity of his actions but he paid no mind. "I'm gonna fuck a baby into you. Would you like that, draga?"
She gave a moan of approval, her pussy tightening around him with each sinful word to pass by his lips. "Pl-please! O-oh god I'm so close!"
"Yeah? Just imagine me fucking you full of my kin, you walking around all full of me and only me." his dark eyes pierced into her intently before watching her (e/c) eyes gloss over and roll to the back of her skull. "O-oh fuck!" burying himself inside of her deeper, the tip of his cock pushed past the restraint of her cervix, emptying every last drop of cum into her.
Zemo fell to the mattress, pulling the girl into his side as he stared at the ceiling in awe. As she went to pull out he stopped her, resting his hand on her lower stomach.
"Just stay with me like this for a while longer, yes?"
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Raw | bucky barnes
pairing: bucky barnes x reader
summary: she just wants bucky to fucking destroy her insides and rearrange her guts, but bucky's scared so he rejects her before another one of their love making sessions. she gets mad so making him jealous is the only way left to get him to fulfill her fantasies.
warnings: jealous!bucky, possessive!bucky, rough sex, breeding kink if you squint, strong language, degradation, a little angst, slapping, spit kink, angry bucky, choking, unprotected sex (wrap y'alls fucking sausages you guys) bucky calls reader 'little girl' i think that needs a warning of it's own
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She can feel his eyes on her figure as she dances; her hips sinfully pressing against the stranger's front, his fingers dancing over her exposed waist and lips placing open mouthed kisses against her sweaty neck.
She's playing with fire, she knows it. Knows how jealous Bucky gets when he sees her with another man. But she wants him, not his unsure touches and gentle fingers that treated her like a porcelain doll— no.
She wanted his rough movements. She wanted his stubble to scrape against her inner thighs. His teeth to nibble at her skin, fingers calloused from fights to pinch every part of hers that was calling out to him— she wanted him to corrupt her. Break her. Make her reach her limits, though she feels like with him she doesn't have any. She wants him to fucking ruin her.
Her eyes make contact with his dazzling blue ones, which, even in the dark club seem to be shining more than ever. The red and blue neon lights cast shadows over his figure as his jaw clenches, grip tightening on the glass he seems to be holding but not bothering to take a sip from ever since he got there with the rest of the gang.
To provoke him further, she reaches out behind her and grips the stranger's head, pulling him closer to her. With a slight upward curve of her red tainted lips, she smirks at him and he breaks.
She feels him before she can see him. His metal arm grips her waist, and with one glare at the stranger he has her pressed against himself. His flesh hand finds it's way into her hair and he yanks her head back, nostrils flaring when he sees her smirk grow wider.
"It's not been one day and you're acting like a fuckin' whore." He breathes out right into her ear, "And just because I rejected you? Pathetic, even for you."
His tone is fucking condescending and it makes her blood boil. She pushes him away with all her strength and flips her hair, scoffing up at him.
"Don't flatter yourself, Barnes. Rejected me?" She huffs out a bitter laugh, "I always knew you'd come running back to me. No other girl can make your dick hard the way I can."
His eyes darken immensely. She realizes that the two of them are having a full possessive fight in the middle of the dancefloor and before she manages to embarrass herself by continuing the fight which would probably end up with her on her knees and his cock in her mouth, she glares at him and walks away.
She knows that he'd follow her. Which is why she chooses to go right into the bathroom where they'll have a chance at privacy.
She was right, because as soon as she's looking into the mirror to fix her hair, she hears the lock click and sees Bucky leaning against the door, arms crossed over his chest.
"You make me sick." She stares at him in the mirror.
"I could say the same about ya."
She grinds her teeth, "I'm sick of you pretending that you don't want me."
Bucky huffs out a sarcastic chuckle at that, shaking his head in disbelief, "What part of 'I will absolutely destroy you' can't get through your thick skull? You can't possibly expect me to lose control around you, no matter how fuckin' hard it is."
She turns around to look at him, eyebrows furrowed. "What part of 'I want you to destroy me' do you not understand, James? I've done fucking everything to make you understand that I can protect myself, that i'm sure you will never hurt me. I'm tired of you treating me like a doll that would break with the slightest of touches. I see it in your eyes how much you want to fulfill my dreams and fantasies, but holding yourself back just because you think I can't hold my own is pretty dumb of you, I must say."
Bucky sighs, glancing down at the floor, "You have no idea how I get when I lose control."
"Then fucking show me." His head snaps up, "Or I won't expect you to be there to watch and come swooping in the next time I go whoring around looking for someone who fucks me like a bitch in hea—"
She doesn't get the chance to finish as she's pressed against the wall, metal arm against her throat and a furious Bucky glaring into her eyes.
"I'm not fuckin' leavin' you alone ever again. Not even after that empty threat." He swallows hard, tightening his grip around her throat as her lips fall open, "You're mine."
A dry chuckle leaves her mouth, she sounds like she's choking but for some reason even that is attractive to Bucky, "Prove it."
His lips crash into hers and he hoists her up, wrapping her legs around his waist as her arms wrap around his neck. He prods her lips with his tongue, nipping at her bottom lip with his teeth making her gasp before his tongue enters her mouth and explores every inch of her sweetness. They're breathing hard through their nose, revelling in each other's taste. She can feel his dick hardening and he presses it hard against her clothed cunt, making a throaty moan escape her parted lips.
"Bucky, please—" she begs as he starts kissing down her neck, his teeth nibbling on her collarbone, hands trying to unzip his jeans. She's panting hard, eyes closed and Bucky really wants to ravish her right there, against the cold and dirty wall.
"I won't be able to stop." He whispers against her skin and she helps him pull himself out of his pants.
That's all it takes him before he runs his hands up her legs and thrusts his whole cock inside her without any prep. She cries out in a sweet mixture of pain and pleasure, but he doesn't give her time to adjust before he's fucking her raw without so much as a thought. He's fucking her like an animal— loud grunts leaving his mouth as her hands scramble to hold onto him. He doesn't have any of it though, takes both of them with one hand and holds them over her head as his metal arm wraps around her throat again, fucking her to the point she starts crying.
"Fuck, Bucky!" she cries out and he throws his head back, eyes closing shut.
"This is what you wanted, right?" He thrusts harder, angling his hips better so his dick presses right into her g-spot, making her gasp, "Me using you as nothing but a fucktoy, my thick cock fuckin' ruining that sloppy cunt of yours till you beg me to stop?"
His dirty mouth keeps her going as she feels herself getting close. She pulls her bottom lip between her teeth, trying to get out of his tight grip because she just wants to touch him but he's not letting her. He groans loudly on hearing her moan his name like a prayer— bucky bucky bucky please bucky.
Her legs feel like jello when he speaks up next, "Open your mouth, little girl."
She obeys, slipping into her submissive role. He spits into her mouth.
Her eyes roll to the back of her head as she swallows and opens her mouth again, but before she knows it his metal arm connects with her cheek and she's abruptly facing towards the right.
She cries out at the burn.
"Don't be a fuckin—" he accentuates his words with a harsh thrust, "Greedy bitch and take what I give you."
He doesn't let her breathe, hips snapping so rapidly into hers, dick piercing through her tight little cunt and her fluids dripping all over her thighs— she's about to cum.
"Bucky— fuck, Bucky i'm about to cum—"
She starts crying at that, fresh angry tears rolling down her cheeks and ruining all her makeup. She slams her head back into the wall, "Bucky please."
"I said hold it, little girl."
She starts begging even more, completely letting go of her pride and dignity as she cries about him not letting her cum. All that escapes her lips is a string of let me cum i can't take it please bucky, please and he smirks at that, shoving his fingers into her throat.
"That will shut you up for a while. This is what you wanted anyways, fuckin' bitch." She gags on his fingers, her pussy clenching sinfully around his cock, making him moan. "Why beg me to fuck you like a whore— fuck— when you can't take it, huh?"
She moans around his fingers, spit running down her chin as her pussy keeps clenching around his abnormally large and thick cock. She's eternally grateful to all the gods when he orders her to cum.
And fucking hell— she's never had an orgasm that powerful before. She sees stars as her whole body tenses up, an embarrassing groan leaving her throat as the milky white fluid runs down her pussy in such a filthy manner, even the kinkiest of the bunch would have looked away.
That doesn't stop Bucky from thrusting into her. He goes even faster as her body goes limp in his arms, using her pussy as a means to achieve his own well earned orgasm. Her cum works as lube, sliding in and out of her even easier and his energy doesn't falter when he holds her against the wall by the throat and breeds her like a bitch in heat.
With a last groan, he spills into her, thrusts turning sloppier as her pussy milks his cock like there's no tomorrow. She whimpers and he slowly and carefully pulls out of her, placing a chaste kiss on her lips. He offers her support with one arm while zipping his jeans with the other, and then pulls her into his arms.
"Fuck." she whispers and he cradles her head against his chest. Without another word, he hoists her up and walks out of the bathroom, where there were a few angry teenagers waiting for them to get the hell out.
Steve, Natasha and Sam give their passing figures a knowing smile as he walks out of the club and offers to get her home— and when she gives him a lazy smile in return, he feels his heart skip a beat.
Love is a fucking bitch.
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i feel like i need to apologize to myself for the fanfics i read...
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To my late night scrollers, the ones that are just like me, looking for comfort and love, acceptance and a way to escape.
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Your dad’s best friend is struggling to adapt to living alone, so you make an offer to move in temporarily to help him. The only problem is, this is the guy you’ve been thirsting over for a long time.
Finally!! I’m so sorry this took a little longer than I planned! Kind of merged a few different ideas that you guys seemed keen on into one fic here! Personally, I don’t place a huge value on virginity but you guys asked for it so here it is!
Pairing: Dad’s Best Friend Bucky x Reader
Word Count: 4.5K (No wonder this one felt so long!!)
Summary: Your dad’s best friend is coming out of a rough divorce so you agree to keep him company. He’s also quite surprised to hear you’re still a virgin
Warnings: Smut, alcohol mention, significant age gap (Bucky is in his 40’s, reader is in her early 20’s), loss of virginity, handjobs, dirty talk, praise kink, divorce mention, cheating mention, unprotected sex, vaginal fingering, food mention
Minors, do not interact
You weren’t sure what was going on with Bucky anymore.
The usually reserved older man was the very definition of sunshine and light these days. His smile took over his face, he was so easy going, nothing seemed to bother him in the slightest.
Bucky was quite a positive person, all things considered, so that wasn’t really out of the ordinary.
But what surprised you was the fact that he was still so happy not long after finding out this wife had been cheating on him.
He hadn’t even known her all that long, in truth. They had dated for a little while, married quickly and moved into a house together but that was all in the space of a year. She’d barely lasted two months of being ‘Mrs Barnes’ before Bucky came home from work early one afternoon and caught her in their bed with her coworker of all people.
She’d begged for forgiveness of course. Begged for a second chance. Begged to make things right but Bucky hadn’t given in.
And why should he? Sure, he was secretly heartbroken but he knew what he wanted. He knew he didn’t want to stay married to someone who didn’t value him like he valued her and he was totally right. Even though almost everyone saw it coming but him.
But your dad wasn’t convinced by Bucky’s act. Not even a little. He had known Bucky far too long to believe Bucky would be okay so soon. Marriage, in Bucky’s eyes was a commitment. He was so dedicated to his wife and he valued her, even if they didn’t always seem like the happiest couple in the world. No one looking at their relationship from the outside could’ve said they seemed particularly in love but that was no one’s business but theirs and for a while, things had seemed to be working regardless.
But now Bucky had moved out of his house, leaving his soon-to-be ex wife in it. He had moved into a modest little apartment, one that was dull and drab but it had a bed, a kitchen and a bathroom so it would do in the short term.
“Honey, do you think you could do me a favour?” Your father asked nonchalantly at dinner one evening and you nodded a little, your mouth full of pasta.
“There’s a big game on tomorrow night, you wouldn’t mind keeping Bucky company, would you? I have to work late and your mom is going to your aunt’s and I just don’t want him to be left alone at the moment.” He knew he didn’t need to tell you what sports game it was. It’s not like you would care much anyway.
“I was just gonna crash on his couch afterwards, I’m sure he wouldn’t mind you doing the same.” Truthfully, you weren’t all that interested in sports but you shrugged your shoulders and agreed anyway, knowing that you and Bucky would have a nice evening no matter what. He just needed some company, you didn’t really have to pay attention to the game.
So that was how you ended up climbing the stairs up to his flat the following evening, a few of your dad’s beers and snacks in hand, ready to spend the evening with your head tucked in your phone.
You gave the door two little knocks, tucking a flyaway strand of hair behind your ear before it opened, Bucky standing on the other side, beaming as always.
“Angel! Thank you for coming! God, look at you, you look beautiful, come in!” He grinned softly, arms wrapping around your waist as if it was the most natural thing in the world.
It was torturous how good he smelled, never mind how good he looked.
“Good to see you too Bucky!” You laughed, only able to hug him with one arm.
He was sporting just a little stubble but it suited him, his body so warm as it pressed against yours.
But then his heat was gone almost as quickly as you had registered it, one hand on the small of your back, leading you inside.
The place was spotless, everything neatly arranged but his own belongings were minimal. There were no photos anywhere, nothing personal and it made you more than a little sad for him.
“Game starts in half an hour sweetheart, I was just gonna make the nachos your dad likes and order some food but we can get whatever you like.” It wasn’t hard to see the excitement radiating from him and that’s when you realised you were probably the first person outside of his job that he’d spoken to in quite a while.
“Sounds great Bucky, your nachos are the best!” Your enthusiasm only made him happier, as did the fact you didn’t hesitate to make yourself at home, opening a beer each and placing the rest neatly into his fridge.
It was almost strange how natural it felt, being so domestic with Bucky, just letting him work away in the kitchen while you sat on the counter, talking about work and anything else that popped into your heads.
He listened to every single word you said, actually taking an interest in everything you talked about and God, did it feel like such a pleasant change.
The beers slowly disappeared as you chatted on the kitchen floor, your backs pressed against the kitchen cabinet, the game playing in the background, almost entirely forgotten about. Not that either of you cared. For Bucky, it was never about wanting to watch the game, it was about company and companionship, usually with your dad but he was finding your company just as fulfilling. He didn’t actually care who won or lost in the slightest.
It didn’t take long for the beers to run out, moving on to something a little bit stronger. You were both pleasantly buzzed, your tongues getting looser under the effects of the whiskey, innocent touches lasting just a little too long, his eyes flitting over your body, hoping he didn’t accidentally spend so long staring at your breasts that you noticed.
“God honey, it’s awful but honestly, I just miss the sex more than anything else. Miss feelin’ her. It’s so stupid, jus’ can’t…. Can’t stop thinkin’ about how good it felt. Shit, it’s pathetic.” Bucky was getting vulnerable and you were happy to listen, taking his hand in yours to offer a little support.
“It’s not stupid Buck. Keep going, it’s good to talk about it.” Bucky wasn’t even sure he wanted to. Definitely not with you anyway. Not when your body was so close to his, your perfume intoxicating him more than any drink ever could and shit, you were understanding him even though your life experiences were so different to his.
“I’ve said enough angel, the divorce is for the best.” He smiled sadly, looking down at your linked hands, giving yours a little squeeze.
“It’s definitely for the best Buck. But I get it, losing that intimacy must be awful. I mean, I wouldn’t know but… You two were close. Sex must be nice when you trust the other person like that.” Bucky was hanging on every word that tumbled from your lips, watching as your mouth moved, feeling the cogs in his brain turn slowly.
“You wouldn’t know? I’m sure you’ve dated in the past?” Bucky asked softly, the alcohol emboldening him to pry into your private life. He had spilled his to you so it was only fair.
“I mean yeah, I’ve dated but I’ve just never… Found someone I trust enough to have sex with. Never felt like that about someone before.” You felt like you should’ve been embarrassed to admit your little secret but your blood in your veins was buzzing pleasantly, another sip of whiskey washing over your tongue and you couldn’t find it in yourself to care.
“Shit angel, you’re a virgin?” Bucky sounded enraptured. “You’re easily the prettiest girl in this town, you could have anyone you want.”
“It’s more than that though Buck. Want to be with someone who knows what they’re doing. Don’t want it to be awkward and awful and sore. Wanna enjoy it. Wanna feel good.” Every last word was making his heart thump, blood rushing to his dick of its own accord.
“I guess you’re right angel. Those boys your age only care about getting themselves off. They have no idea what good sex means for a woman.” His lips looked so pink and soft and wet with whiskey, you almost felt a little lost just looking at them.
“Just need a man I can trust. A man I know will take care of me. A man that knows how to make my first time exactly what I’m looking for.” Your breath felt scorchingly hot against his face. Oh god, when had you moved closer? How hadn’t he noticed? Your fingers were still laced together, you thumb running gently over his and that’s when he realised, he needed this far too badly.
“Sweetheart…. We um…. This isn’t a good idea-“ he began but he was cut off by the feeling of your lips hitting his.
He couldn’t help the heat burning inside him as your hand came to tentatively land on his cheek, his hands moving to your waist to pull you closer. Between opening up about the divorce and hearing you were a virgin and the fact you were both sobering up very quickly, Bucky was getting lost in the feeling of being wanted. The feeling of taking care of another and being taken care of in turn.
But shit, the kiss was getting far too heated far too fast and he could feel how badly you wanted this. He could feel your passion, your need for your first time to be on your terms and he almost admired how you weren’t afraid to tell him exactly what you wanted.
But you were both getting far too caught up in the moment and he’d be damned if he was going to let your first time be on the kitchen floor of all places. So instead, he helped you up, joining your lips in another gentle kiss before encouraging you to jump up on him, into his waiting arms. Your legs wrapped around his waist, helping him carry you to his bedroom without ever breaking the kiss.
You were breathless by the time he dropped you onto the bed, watching in awe as Bucky hovered above you looking flushed and excited but almost scared.
“You know you can stop this any time angel? You don’t have to go through with it if you don’t want to. The second you tell me to, I’ll stop. I won’t be upset.” You hadn’t expected him to be so tender. You had a fair idea he would be a considerate lover but this kind of soft spoken intimacy was quite foreign to you. It was certainly not unwelcome though.
“Bucky. I want this.” You whispered, letting your hands grab at the edge of his t-shirt, pulling it up over his head. Before the thin material had even fallen to the floor his lips were back on yours again, letting you set the pace.
The feeling of your soft hands exploring his bare chest almost drove him wild. You weren’t timid in the slightest, no you were keen, eager and so damn excited he couldn’t help but feel the same.
“Can I take your dress off angel?” He breathed, barely even removing his lips from yours to whisper the words out. Your little nod was all he needed to have the confidence to reach down, finding the hem quickly to pull it up over your head.
The sight of you left him speechless. An endless expanse of soft skin and sweet curves, beautifully encased in a delicate white lace bra and panty set and that’s when he realised just how much thought had went into this evening. You’d planned for this before you even got here.
“Do you. Have any. Idea. How beautiful. You are?” Bucky’s little praises were broken only by the gentle kisses that he pressed to your skin. There was no rhyme or reason to their placement, he was just going along with whatever felt right.
“Bucky please… Don’t tease.” Your breathlessness caught him off guard, the need inside you becoming unbearable. You had waited far too long to feel what sex was like and you would be damned if you were going to wait a single second more.
“Keen aren’t you sweetheart?” He laughed softly with a confident smirk, ridding himself of his jeans. His dark boxers were tented deliciously, the outline of his thick cock was so evident, straining against the material.
You couldn’t help how your mouth watered as you reached over and pulled his boxers off, his hard length springing free.
“You happy to take your underwear off honey?” he asked quietly, pulling you from the filthy thoughts filling your head. Rather than answer him, you shimmied out of your panties, letting them fall to the floor in a little damp heap. Your bra followed quickly after, Bucky’s hands moving to cup your breasts while his lips made their way to your neck.
You could hear every soft groan that left him as he played with you, pinching and rolling your nipples into stiff buds. His cock was resting perfectly between your thighs, pressing against your slick sex but certainly not trying to breach it yet.
“Never gonna get this sweet body out of my head angel. You mind if I work you up a little? Don’t wanna hurt you.” Fuck, it melted your heart how he could say something like that sounding overly confident and cocky. He wasn’t over exaggerating his size or trying to suggest he was too impressive to handle. No, Bucky was just genuinely intent on making this good for you and easing the discomfort as much as possible.
“Touch me Buck. Please. Give me something.” Your eyes fluttered shut as one of his huge hands moved from your breasts, down between your legs, two fingertips dragging ever so lightly over the exposed skin that no one but you had touched before.
“So wet for me aren’t you?” His whisper pulled a groan from you, his finger dipping between your folds, coated in your slick. You didn’t care how wrecked you looked, not paying attention to the fact your hips bucked up of their own accord to meet his hand.
“So wet Bucky, please.” His heart melted at your little plea and how the hell was he supposed to deny you?
Slowly, Bucky began to slip just one finger inside you, drinking in the whimper that left you. One was certainly bearable, it wasn’t too much of a stretch, in fact it felt nice.
But then his finger started to curl and God, it felt better than just nice. You could feel him rubbing parts of you no one ever had before, parts you couldn’t reach by yourself and it didn’t take long for the feeling to become unbelievable.
“Have you ever cum before, honey?” Bucky whispered over the sound of the slick noises your body was letting out.
“I, ah- I don’t know Bucky. Touched myself before but n-never felt this good.” He couldn’t help but chuckle, working his finger in and out of you at a nice steady pace.
“Show me how you touch yourself angel.” His voice was so low and sinful it made you shiver, your hand drifting down to rub your clit in time with his thrusts.
“Bucky I need more. Please gimme more.” You were breathless, arching your back off the bed, chasing a high you didn’t know how to handle.
“Gonna give you another finger. Might hurt a little but I’ll try to be gentle.” You couldn’t have possibly cared if it would hurt or not, you just needed something more.
As he pulled his finger out on the next thrust, he lined the second up beside it, pressing in slowly.
“Oh that’s it, good girl, takin’ me so well. Doin’ such a good job for me.” You weren’t sure if it was his praise or the stretch that made you whimper but you were loving how both made you feel.
Finally, your own fingers started working your clit again, Bucky taking that as a cue to start moving ever so slowly, rubbing your sweetest spot just as he had before.
Two fingers felt so much better. It was a tight fit but you couldn’t deny how good it felt.
It didn’t take long for your body to respond, a knot in your belly tightening, your toes curling slightly.
“That feel good sweetheart? You think you could cum for me?” You were nodding at his words but you weren’t even sure you knew how.
“Buck… I’ve never…. This feels different.” You whined, trying not to desperately fuck yourself down on his fingers.
“It’s okay honey. Just do what feels right okay? Rub yourself faster if you need to.” He was so gentle with you, letting you take the chance to chase your peak.
His fingers didn’t stop, yours sped up and it didn’t take long for you to be writhing, almost crying, right on the edge of a feeling you couldn’t describe. You knew you had to fall into it but how?
But then Bucky’s fingers crooked slightly differently, you rubbed yourself just a little harder and it all came crashing down at once. You felt yourself tighten around his hand, a wet heat covering the insides of your thighs as pleasure consumed you.
“Fuck oh f-fuck Bucky.” You whimpered, your eyes catching his and you could’ve swore there was no where else in the world that man would rather be in that moment. He looked enthralled, his fingers never stopping, letting you drag every last second of ecstasy out as long as possible.
“That’s it. Keep going honey, doin’ so so well. So pretty for me.” His words were soft but his eyes twinkled with a kind of lust you knew was reflected in your own. His cock was throbbing but he was happily ignoring it. This wasn’t for him after all, this was all about you.
Eventually, your high subsided, Bucky taking the fact your fingers had stopped as a cue to stop his own.
The feeling of him slipping from you was almost disappointing, your body fighting to keep him in.
“You want to stop there honey? I won’t mind if that’s all you wanna do tonight. That looked intense.” He laughed quietly, stroking your hair gently with his free hand, pressing the tiniest of kisses to your forehead.
“No chance, Barnes. You’ve been holding out on me.” You laughed quietly, your chest heaving after so much excitement but still ready for more.
“Would surprise you what tricks you pick up.” Bucky laughed softly, drinking in your enthusiasm and the feeling of you leaning over, taking his cock in your hand.
Your nerves had melted away. You weren’t shy in the slightest. No, you were a confident young woman, thriving off the unknown and he loved it.
“Just like this honey.” He encouraged softly, placing his hand over the top of yours teaching you how to jerk him off the way he liked.
You couldn’t help but watch his face, loving how his eyes fluttered shut, pleasure clouding his brain. A little gasp left his lips when you squeezed ever so slightly harder, giving him nice tight strokes, focusing on his head since it seemed so sensitive.
“Oh fuck, spit on it honey. Don’t be shy.” He breathed, rutting his hips ever so slightly into your hand. His bare thighs looked so strong and powerful yet here he was, practically purring against your touch.
You did as he asked, albeit slightly timidly, leaning over and spitting in his head, letting the saliva trickle down his length, massaging it in with your hand.
“Good girl, that’s it. Feels s-so good honey, makin’ me feel incredible.” He didn’t mind taking the second to let you catch your breath. Why would he? You were making it so enjoyable for him, his little grunts filling the room.
“Bucky… Can we… You know.” You asked quietly after a moment. Not that you weren’t enjoying jerking him but you had bigger ideas in mind in that moment.
“Of course sweetheart, you ready?” He asked softly, his eyes opening and finding yours, sincere and gentle but twinkling with passion.
You nodded gently, letting him take the lead, laying you back on the bed, his lips on yours in the kind of passionate kiss that left your head spinning.
His hands felt like they were everywhere all at once. One ran up the side of your body gently, reverently, feeling your soft skin. He worshipped you, letting you have a second to get ready and truly decide if this was what you wanted. And God, it was.
“Bucky…” you groaned quietly, pulling him out of his haze, dragging him back to the present.
“You wanna stop. You want me to slow down. You want to take a second to breathe. You let me know. This is all on your terms.” You knew he meant every single word with all his heart. You knew there wasn’t a single thing to be worried about either. Bucky would take such good care of you.
But rather than explain all that to him, you reached up and cradled his face in your palm, letting him press tiny kisses to your wrist as he lined himself up at your entrance.
You were soaked by now, no doubt about it. The evidence of you first orgasm let him slide into you with ease, his length slowly starting to divide your walls, your body welcoming him in. It certainly wasn’t euphoric. It wasn’t uncontrollable pleasure. In fact, it was hardly pleasurable at all. It was a stretch, tinged with pain and discomfort.
“Almost all the way angel. God you’re doing so well for me. Swallowin’ me up.” Bucky’s voice grounded you a little as he continued to press into you.
You stuck it out for the next few seconds as he slipped entirely inside, bottoming out with a groan.
“It’s a lot to take baby girl. Look at you though, doin’ so well for me. Such a sweet girl. Gonna give you a minute honey. It’s gonna feel so good though, I promise.” You couldn’t help but believe him, your walls fluttering around him in a desperate scramble to get used to the invasion.
After a minute or two of being doted on, kisses peppered to your neck and shoulders, the stretch didn’t feel so bad anymore.
“C-can you move Bucky. Think I’m ready.” You whispered quietly, digging your fingers into his bare back.
So he did. He drew his hips back, pulling out almost the entire way before sliding back in slowly, a groan leaving both of you.
“S-shit you’re tight angel. Feels so good, you know that? Fuck, tighter than I could’ve even dreamed.”
His little cries had you whimpering, your body still sore but the pain was definitely subsiding with each slow movement.
But it didn’t take long for the pain to stop altogether, giving way to a pleasant ache for more.
“Faster Bucky, God please gimme more. N-need you.” You sounded wrecked in the best way and Bucky was more than happy to give in, setting a nice decent pace.
“Can’t believe how good you feel, so wet and warm and ah- you’re so keen. Grippin’ me like your little pussy doesn’t want me to stop.” His head had fallen to the crook of your neck, almost panting at the feeling of you swallowing him up.
“Gonna give you more baby, you think you can take it?” He asked quietly, his hand slipping down between your bodies to rub your sensitive little bundle of nerves.
Everything felt heightened as soon as his fingers connected with it. Any lingering discomfort melted away into a pleasure so sweet, you weren’t sure how you had ever lived without it.
“I can take it Bucky please, need you to fuck me.” Hearing such filthy words fall from such sweet lips did something to Bucky he couldn’t quite explain. The moan that you tore from him almost seemed to reverberate around the room. His hips sped up, not just fucking you, more grinding into you, every movement assaulting that sweet spot he made you aware of earlier.
The sensation was so m different to that which his fingers had offered. This was all encompassing, his blunt head spearing into you in a way that felt so good, you could almost cry.
“Fuck, ‘m losing it angel. Lemme know if I’m going too fast, okay? I’ll stop everythin’.” As soon as you nodded, his filthy grind sped up and your body reacted of its own accord. Sounds escaped you that you didn’t even know you were capable of, your fingernails digging into any exposed skin of Bucky’s you could reach.
“O-oh Bucky fuck, fuck holy shit that feels so good. Oh no Bucky please, I’m gonna cum. No God, I’m gonna cum.” You whimpered, held right on the edge of such intense pleasure all of a sudden. A low growl left Bucky’s throat, his breath coming out as a strangled pant against your neck, his body casing you in, trying desperately to catch up so he wouldn’t overwork you chasing his own release.
“Jus’ a minute longer. Hold it for me baby girl.” He whispered through gritted teeth, rolling his fingers against your delicate bud.
“Bucky I -oh. Fuck, what happens when I cum with you inside me? Oh shit, how do I, ah!” Your little desperate pleading gave way to a high pitched moan, your orgasm hitting you far harder than you could even have anticipated. Your cry suddenly silenced, the pleasure not stopping, your body trembling as you rode it out, barely registering the deep grunt that came from Bucky.
“Shit, angel that’s it, milkin’ my cock, feels so good you know that. Takin’ every drop. Now this little pussy’s got a taste of my cum, you won’t be able to stop, will ya?” Your head nodded, the feeling of Bucky’s balls emptying inside you making every conscious thought leave your body.
But all too soon, he was pulling out, flopping onto the bed beside you, pulling you into a warm embrace. Your bodies were sweaty and fucked out but feeling so close to him still felt lovely, his lips littering kisses wherever he could reach.
“Well? As good as you dreamed?” He chuckled quietly, taming your wild hair as much as possible before pressing a kiss to your head.
“Far far better.” You laughed softly, almost delirious from the endorphins coursing through your body.
“Hm, I’m glad toots.” You didn’t need to see him to know he had the exact same content smile on his face, wondering how one earth you could possibly find so much comfort in each other
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House Sitting - S.R
Pairing: neighbour!Stevex Reader
Summary: Your parents leave you in completely charge of the house for two weeks... under the watchful eye of your neighbour of course.
Warnings: SMUT (18+ minors dni) age gap, voyeurism, masturbation (f), edging, size kink, hair pulling??, oral (f+m), p in v, cumplay, bodily fluids?, dirty talk, spitting, choking, slight breath play, swearing (obvs), overstimulation, praise kink, let me know if I missed anything!
Word count: 4.5k
A little note: Hey, so this is the most disgusting thing I’ve ever written, it’s a fucking good job I’m a renounced catholic. This can be read as a stand-alone or a continuation of my other neighbour!steve piece, it’s completely up to you. I wrote it as a second part (though I use that phrase lightly) so just know that this relationship was previously established in my other Neighbour!Steve work. Sorry about any typos! I hope you enjoy!<3
"Don't forget to turn the stove off." "Don't forget to lock the doors." "No parties." "Keep the house clean."
Listening to your mother drone on and on about the house rules for the fifth time that evening grows tedious, so much so you'll be sure not to use the stove or open any doors, and constantly walk around with a mop if it shuts her up. Your father rolls his eyes from behind her and continues hauling the luggage into the boot, a small smile threatening your lips.
"Steve will check in on you every couple of days, but if you need anything call him, numbers on the fridge oh and don't forget-" Her words fizzle out into a faint ringing, and that into the sound of your countertop shaking beneath you some weeks ago.
Steve Rogers, your next door neighbour, whom you haven't seen since he left you to walk around your parents housewarming party with his cum dripping out of your panties. Steve Rogers who you've imagined fucking you every night since, only to be left with the dissatisfaction of your own fingers.
Your head snaps to hers quickly, eyes surely as wide as saucers as you divulge the new information, the fact that Steve is now at your beck and call for two weeks. You'd mother starts going over the tumble dryer settings for a third time and so you shoo her into the car, unwilling to go through it yet again.
"Yes mum, I've got it all. Lock the doors, turn off the stove, don't trash the place." She raises her eyebrows for a moment and smiles as your father begins reversing out onto the street.
You wave until the car disappears out of sight and walk back up the drive, stealing a quick glance at the Rogers household before and going inside and locking the door.
Three days, three, was all it took for something to go horribly wrong.
You wake up to a lukewarm fridge, gone off milk and a scolding from your mom if you don't get it sorted soon. The day drags on as you skirt around having to call Steve over to your empty house, the possibilities of what exactly could happen seemingly endless and very tiring, though that afternoon you have no choice but to cave as there's nowhere for the surprise delivery of fresh groceries (courtesy of your mom) to go without spoiling.
Dialling the number on the little post it note seems nothing short of illegal but it's there for emergencies and this surely counts as an emergency. You stare at digits on the screen, forcing yourself to click dial before you think too hard about it and chicken out for another few hours. It rings once, twice, three times before he picks up.
"Hello?" His voice is smooth, like butter melting on a hot day and your words are lodged in your throat for a heartbeat or two.
"Steve? Mr Rogers? My mom said to call if I had an emergency..." you pause and chew at your lip adding quickly, "It's your neighbour, by the way."
"Hey honey, what seems to be the problem?" You force yourself to talk, though your brain runs in circles at the little pet name, memories of the last time he used it heating up your cheeks. Forcing yourself to focus on anything but the sultry gravel in his voice, the broken fridge has suddenly never seemed more interesting, still not trusting your voice, hums are the only responses he gets to the various questions you struggle to answer.
"I'll be over about six, see you then."
"Thank you so much, goodbye Mr Rogers." With that the line clicks off and you're stood alone in your kitchen, unsure what to do with yourself until Steve makes an appearance in a few hours, so you do what any self respecting 20 something year old would do, and hide out in your room until he arrives. You try to focus your mind anywhere other than on your neighbour many years your senior, but he's like a parasite, one thought of how good his hands and mouth felt on you leaves you squirming. You contemplate doing something about it, but true to his word Steve is at the door at dead on 6:00pm, tool bag in hand and smile on his face.
You leave him to it, unsure of how to even look him in the eye, let alone string together sentence after sentence. The occasional bang and fuck or bastard shit, travel about the house, a small smile etched on your lips whenever he cursed but soon enough he shouts a halle-fucking-lujah. You're contemplating going down to him to see him out when he appears at your door, knocking twice and waiting for permission to enter.
"All fixed, should get cold within the hour." He leans against your doorframe with such ease, sleeves rolled up to his elbows, hair slicked back.
"Thank you so much... please don't tell my mom. She already had so little faith in me and maybe she was right to-"
"Your secrets safe with me sweetheart, don't worry." He chuckles, folding his arms across his chest, "I've missed you."
The revelation shocks you into silence, your eyes locked on Steve as his are on you, unmoving, even as he pushes off the doorframe and stalks forward, even as he sits on the edge of your bed.
"You missed me?" You repeat his words, disbelief and shock evident in your tone and he huffs out a laugh once more, leaning even closer still.
"Mmh. Missed you a whole lot." Steve reaches out and tucks a piece of your hair behind your ear, his thumb swiping over your jaw. "I missed your pretty face. Missed the way you say my name, missed the taste of your pretty cunt."
You're unable to meet his eyes as he speaks, thighs clenching together even at the lightest touch from him.
"Missed you too, Mr Rogers. Steve." You admit, his smile widening a little.
"Show me how much you missed me." His breath fans the shell of your ear, a kiss on the nape of your neck, "Show me how you play with that pretty pussy whilst you think of me."
This is filthy. It's filthy and nasty and dirty, but so was fucking your neighbour in your basement whilst a house full of people (including your parents) partied upstairs.
Without giving it another thought, you're shuffling backwards into the mountain of pillows behind you. Your eyes finally meet Steve's as you pull down your trousers, his hands pulling them from around your ankles, repeating the process with your panties but he snatches them up, bringing them to his nose and inhaling then shoving them in his shirt pocket.
"Spread your legs for me babydoll," he's leaning back against the foot of your bed, bulge in his loose fitting trousers at the sight of your glistening cunt, "Touch yourself for me, pretty girl."
Your movements are slow, cautionary under his gaze you slide your hands up your thighs, swallowing a small gasp when you finally feel just how wet you are. You circle your pussy lips for a moment, your breaths shallow with each passing stroke. Steve's mesmerised, his eyes wide and focused on you playing with yourself.
You're unable to quiet the moans when you begin to circle your clit, changing the pressure and speed every now and then, building yourself to an orgasm.
"Fuck, Steve, Mr Rogers." Your breath is erratic, chest heaving when you enter a single finger into your wetness, "Feels so good."
"That's it, my good girl," Steve's tongue darts out to lick his bottom lip, his eyes flicking between your face and your squelching pussy, a hand over the bulge in his trousers.
"Gonna add another finger for me? Gonna fuck yourself til you cum on your pretty little fingers?" Fucking shit. The man has a filthy mouth and he knows it, the ghost of a smirk on his face when he sees how you react to his words. You obey, fucking two fingers into yourself, occasionally toying with your clit.
"M'close Steve," You're sure you sound pathetic but some part of yourself loves it, "Fuck, I'm gonna cum."
Steve quietly eggs you on, calling you his pretty girl, telling you how pretty your pussy looks and you're falling over the edge in seconds. He leans forward quickly, pressing a slow kiss to your lips as you come down from your orgasm, hips bucking a few times, catching your clit on the rough material of his trousers.
He pulls back and just stares for a moment, his gaze so intense you're not sure what to do with yourself but then he's on the move, his lips pressed against your neck and shoulder and chest and stomach until his facing your pussy.
"Gonna let me have as many as I want? Let me eat your cunt till you're crying, please pretty girl." The sight of Steve practically on his knees, begging to taste you until you're in tears is an offer you can't refuse. Your hands lock in his hair pulling him forwards.
He's tentative at first, weary of the fact that you've just cum but it only takes minutes until he's pulling you apart, suckling and nipping at your clit repeatedly, two fingers fucking into you at a bruising pace, right into a brutal orgasm.
Your body relaxes wholly, legs shaking around his head, your hands tightening in his hair as he continues to lick your clit. Steve's tongue explores your pussy, nudging your weeping hole and sliding in, fucking you with his tongue repeatedly, his fingers applying pressure on your clit.
Steve is relentless, pulling orgasm after orgasm from your spent body until you're pushing him away, chest heaving, cheeks wet with tears, body completely blissed out. He's kissing you again, whispering small words of praise against your lips as he lets you catch your breath, bringing you down from whatever cloud you're currently floating on.
You can taste yourself on his lips when he kisses you again, but you're too sleepy to care, you just want sleep and Steve. He disappears for a few moments, some rustling coming from the bathroom and your closet and he's back, washcloth and clean pyjamas in tow. He's careful as he runs the washcloth over your sensitive folds, listening to each sound and movement of your body, equally so when he pulls on some pyjama trousers and pulls the covers up to your chest.
Steve kisses you once more, slow and soft and you're asleep in seconds, far too tired to keep your eyes open.
When you wake the next morning Steve has already left, a text message from an hour prior explaining that he'd be at work for the rest of the day, and he wants to see you for lunch at his tomorrow afternoon.
Your legs ache the entirety of the time you're in the shower, but it's pleasant, welcomed, a reminder that Steve was there the night before. It's an effort to climb downstairs, the thought of the spoiled groceries almost enough to send you back up the stairs, but you had to eat regardless.
Though there's no foul smell of off kale and dodgy chicken when you enter the kitchen, only a second note next to your mother's on the fridge.
Put the groceries away, maybe this house sitting thing really isn't for you - Steve x
You chuckle and put it in your pocket, grabbing some granola bar and going back to bed, knowing that if you're going to Steve's tomorrow, a day of rest would be your best friend.
3:00pm the next afternoon as promised you're at his front door, a bottle of wine under your arm. You're beyond well rested, having slept most of the day and all through the night after your run in with Steve.
He opens the door, stepping aside and closes the door behind you, his hand resting on the small of your back guiding you towards the kitchen, a tangy and sweet smell filling the house.
"I um- I bought this wine... I don't know if it's any good but I got it from the basement I uh." Your eyes meet quickly when you mention the godforsaken room, the air in the room stifling as the memories of that day and a couple of nights ago replay in your head.
"I'm sure it's perfect, angel." My god this man, "Come sit, lunch is nearly ready,"
He nods to one of the stools at the island and grabs two glasses, a bottle opener and sits next to you. Steve pours the wine with such grace, his ridiculously large hands enveloping the bottle, leaving you in a trance and clenching your thighs once more even as he slides the half full glass in front of you.
"How're you feeling today?" Steve's gaze is intense, caring, and once again you're frozen, scrambling over the right words unsure what to say.
"Good. I slept a lot yesterday, so I'm feeling good." You smile, redirecting your gaze to his hands once more, "Thanks for asking."
"It's my pleasure," he pauses, glancing down, "I know the other night must've been a lot, are you sure you're okay?"
His concern was sweet, being a worrier suits him, but you're too distracted by the memory of him destroying you with his tongue and fingers to fully appreciate it. His hand drifts from the countertop to your thigh, squeezing once and bringing you back down to earth.
"I'm good, promise," Steve grins at that, planting a kiss on your lips leaving you a little stunned momentarily before you kiss back, only to be pulled apart by the oven beeping.
The food Steve has prepared is nothing short of delicious, and the wine you'd picked out wasn't too horrid that lunch, overall was a giddy success. Of course the pair of you could barely keep you hands to yourself, even whilst eating the feast set out before you.
The two of you talked for hours, about everything and nothing, until the sun was beginning to send the clouds pink. You lean up off of Steve, the window seat in the corner of his kitchen diner having the perfect view of his well looked after garden, and gather your things together much to your dismay.
Steve walks you to the front door, his steps slow as he drags out the afternoon as much as possible, wishing that time would slow, if only a little. His thumb rubs over your wrist in a calming motion as the pair of you come to the end of your short walk and blissful afternoon.
"Stay over? We can watch a movie, do whatever you want, honey, just want you to stay." You've never heard Steve sound so needy, his usually somewhat stern eyes soft, almost begging and you cave, agreeing to come back later that evening and stay the night.
He cradles your jaw as you lean back into the cool stone wall, leaning into the hungry kiss wanting nothing more than to stay a little longer, but one day of not cleaning would quickly turn into two and two to three, something you were too lazy to think about, let alone actually sort out.
The few hours pass quickly, and you're once again on Steve's doorstep, a small wash bag and change of clothes over your shoulder. He pulls you in quickly, slamming the door shut behind you and kisses you tentatively, taking your bag from your shoulder and setting it at the bottom of the stairs.
"Wanna watch a movie?" He asks against your lips. You nod against him and he makes his way into the kitchen to retrieve the snacks he'd set out for the two of you, sending your heart lurching your chest at the small gesture. That afternoon, something changed between the two of you, something new and good, something you can't wait to explore.
It takes a moment to shrug off your jacket and untie your shoes before you're sat next to him on the couch, his arm slung across the back of it, fingertips brushing your shoulder.
The movie plays for some time, the pair of you readjusting a few times but ultimately settling on Steve pressed up behind you. Halfway through a fast paced scene he pauses the movie and you turn over your shoulder, throwing him a confused look.
"Can we try something?" Steve asks, chewing at his lip awaiting your answer.
"What do you wanna try Stevie?"
He shudders a little at the nickname, pressing a swift kiss to your cheek and continues on.
"Want you to keep me warm," he pauses, strumming the waistband of the jogging bottoms you'd dragged on when you went home, "Just 'til the end of the movie?"
You're barely finished nodding before Steve's yanking down his own sweats and boxers, being more careful when it comes to yours and working you open a little until you're ready to take his cock. He slides in, the stretch you'd missed so much making you sigh, his own breaths faltering as he feels you around him.
Once he's bottomed out he kisses your shoulder through the thin material of your T-shirt and plays the movie once more, leaving you struggling against the urge to squirm as you focus your attention on whatever ridiculously high payed actor is on the screen.
The movie drones on, though none of the plot is being retained, in fact nothing makes sense in your head beyond the feeling of being so full of Steve. It's been almost an hour and a half and he's adjusted the two of you twice, each time sliding deeper or nudging some sensitive part of you, tiny whimpers escaping your lips.
Though it's not all in vein, his constant mutterings of good girl, doing so good for me, and the occasional feel so fucking good into your ear creating a surging warmth in your chest. That and his fingers running soothing lines up and down your arms, he managed to turn any discomfort into the most comfortable you've been in a while.
You're almost asleep when the credits roll in, woken up by the rumble of Steve's chest as he chuckles quietly.
"Movie's over," He rasps, and you rest your chin on his chest to get a better look at him whilst he speaks, "D'you wanna go to sleep?"
"M'not sleepy Steve." You sit up, just to prove the point and you both groan at the friction of readjusting. His hands find your hips, holding you still before you move again.
"Babydoll..." It's sweet how caring he is, but that edge to his voice has you almost squirming. Almost.
"I promise, I'm not tired Steve, the movie was just boring."
"Hey, that's one of my favourites!" You giggle at the look of offence on his face, leaning down to kiss him and he pulls you in closer.
"Sorry Stevie," You mumble against his lips and he smiles, "But I promise I'm not tired."
"Can I try something?" You repeat his words from earlier, aiming to sound confident, but instead you remain timid as ever. Steve raises his eyebrows but smiles and agrees regardless, the pair of you hissing when you lift yourself off of him, his cock glistening with your wetness. He watches as you sink to the floor, onto your knees in front of him, waiting. Steve sits up slowly, a look of disbelief on his face though it's soon replaced when you grip his dick between your little hands.
You lower your mouth to his tip, suckling at the mixture of precum and your own slick. You take him a little deeper, your hands accommodating for what your mouth cannot.
"Fucking shit honey, oh god." He looks so pretty, head thrown back, "You're so good to me, fuck."
You continue gagging on his cock as it hits the back of your throat repeatedly, the sting in the corner of your eyes never felt so good. You release him from your mouth, his panting chest and chanting of your name egging you on, licking a stripe up the underside if his dick, watching him squirm when your fingers press against that small muscle between his hole and his balls.
Steve thrusts up suddenly into your hand, his tip angry, red and inviting. You slip him back into your mouth and he continues to buck up, hitting the back of your throat. Your whimpering around his cock is all too much for the whining man above you and he tangles his hands in your hair, pulling you up off of him. A of saliva hangs between your lips and his tip and you're quick to lick it up, Steve hissing in the process.
"Get up." His tone is sharp but strained, his grip on what little control he had over himself slipping. Steve guides you upstairs, into his room and onto his bed, muttering something about not wanting to cum yet and there's no way he's fucking you on a couch.
Steve's bed is spacious, though you don't get a chance to admire his interior design skills because he's on you in a second. His large shoulders caging you in, trapping you between him and the bed.
His lips are feverish on yours, claiming you as his as he grinds his cock into your naked pussy, reaching down between you to thumb your clit, groaning at just how wet you are from warming and sucking his cock.
"God you're fuckin perfect for me." Steve whispers, the words only for your ears, though no one else could possibly hear. He sucks along the base of your neck, leaving small bruises behind, letting everyone know that you're his. His kisses trail down to your chest and he's circling your stiff nipples with his tongue, alternating between nipping and biting.
You grind your hips up into his, desperate for any kind of friction, whimpering his name over and over like a prayer, but he still takes his time, giving equal attention to your tits and coming back up to your mouth.
Steve grips at his cock, drawing up and down your pussy, catching the sensitive head on your clit, the both of you moaning in unison. He continues to toy with your clit, dipping his head into your hole and back out again until you're writhing for it.
"Please Stevie," You whimper, his hand coming up and wrapping around your throat, "Fuck me."
He applies a little pressure to your throat, cutting off your air as he slides home and bottoms out, and releases your throat, the small head rush pushing you close to an orgasm before he's even started. Steve's hand stays on your throat as the other finds your hip and he steadies himself, pulling out to the tip and bottoming out once more before he's fucking into you at such a brutal pace you can't remember your name.
His hand works your throat and his cock works your pussy, the two in tandem pulling you apart from your foggy head to your curling toes, swallowing your moans in filthy kisses of clashing teeth.
"Fucking hell, you feel so good honey," Steve's voice is deeper than you've ever heard it, borderline feral as he claims your body, "Who's pussy is this?"
"Yours, yours Stevie." You're a blubbering mess, your face wet with sweat and saliva and tears you didn't even know you were shedding.
"That's my girl, god you're so tiny, so proud of you for taking me so well." You whimper once again, pleased to be pleasing him.
"Open," you have no choice but to comply, only knowing how to do what you're told as Steve continues to fuck you apart. He spits in your open mouth, once, twice tapping your chin with his thumb, a silent command to swallow what he's given you. And you do. You do it with ease, even going as far as to open your mouth once again, silently begging for more.
"Dirty fuckin thing, can feel your cunt clenching around me. You like it when I spit in your mouth, huh?" You nod frantically, only stilling your bobbing head to let him spit his saliva into your mouth once more.
"Play with your pussy for me," his grin is feral when you comply instantaneously, your fingers toying with your swollen, sensitive clit.
"Please sir, feels so good." Your voice is borderline pornographic, so much so you'd doubt you're the one making such sounds if it weren't for being on the brink of an orgasm.
"Cum around my cock, angel."
Your body convulses violently, the build up of the evening spent being warming Steve leaves your legs seizing beneath him, your breath wrecked when he squeezes your throat once more, choking and fucking you through an orgasm.
Steve continues fucking into you, using your spent body to get himself off. Your nails draw red lines along his back and his hips begin to slow in their movements. Strung out, deep thrusts sending your eyes rolling as you cum one last time, Steve's cum painting your walls as he finishes deep inside of you.
He lets you come down, pulling himself out of you admiring your beat up pussy, the sight of his cum spilling out of you enough to make him half hard. He's moving before you've even registered what he's doing, his face in your pussy as he cleans you up, drinking a mixture of your gushing wetness and his own seed, collecting it and travelling back up to your body.
Your obedience still shocks him, even when you open your mouth and gladly take what he has to offer to you, when you swallow it all down and when you plant a filthy kiss on his lips.
"You did so well for me, thank you," Steve speaks and you feel like jelly and all his touches are feather light, as though he's scared to break you any further. He pulls you into his warm embrace whispering in your ear bringing you down, soothing your aching body.
"C'mon, let's get you in the bath," Steve's thumb strokes at your cheek for a moment longer and he's up, into the en suite bathroom pouring god knows what into the water but you can't move, far too blissed out. Far too sore and sensitive, far too tired, even when Steve lifts you from the bed into the warm lavender scented water, when he runs the loofa across your body with the utmost care, when he dries you, dresses you in a loose t shirt and some boxers, and tucks you in to the freshly changed sheets.
He slides in next to you some moments later, pressing a kiss to your forehead, pulling you against him lulling you to sleep, and whilst you can just about feel you legs, and the ache in between his thighs, you're content. More than content. You're happy.
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Chris Evans - Noted
I gasped into Chris’ mouth as our innocent morning kiss began to turn into something else. His hand travelled down between my thighs and cupped me, squeezing tightly.
“Please,” Chris begged against my lips. “I couldn’t have you yesterday, please let me have you today,”
“N-No,” I said. “I’m already late,”
Chris whined. “Please, I’m desperate,”
I’d be lying if I said his state of desperation didn’t turn me on. The idea of a strong man whining and begging for me sending me into a whirlpool of fantasies.
His fingers flexed against me and I let out a small squeak, Chris rolling his hips and rubbing his achingly hard cock against my thigh.
“Chris!” I gasped.
“I’ll be quick,” he bargained. “Just a few pumps inside you and I’ll stop,”
“But you won’t,” I giggled.
Chris wiggled his fingers into the band of my underwear, feeling over the small patch of hair that grew there. He let out a groan as his fingers slowly dipped into me.
“I will,” he said. “I promise baby, just lemme feel you,”
My back arched as his fingers skimmed over my bundle of nerves. I gazed over at the clock, brows furrowing as I thought over my choices. With my head straining to my right, Chris took the opportunity to bite down on my neck, sucking deep purple marks into the skin. I hummed out a moan as Chris circled his fingers.
“Okay,” I conceded with a squeak.
Chris groaned into my neck. “Fuck, thank you, thank you baby,”
He quickly pulled my underwear off, cock already free. Chris propped himself up to gaze down at me, eyes hooded and dark as his tongue licked over his lips. His tip ran up and down me, a shudder creeping up my spine.
Our moans seemed to harmonise as he eased into me gently, a small sting itching its way to my nerves as he stretched me out. My hands pawed at his chest, nails biting his skin as I gasped. Chris’ teeth sank into his lip as he finally felt me around him.
“Pussy’s so good,” he sighed, voice cracking. “I’ve wanted you for so long,”
“Y-You had me a few days a-ago,” I noted in broken gasps.
“Not enough honey,” he dropped down onto his forearms, caging me in. “Could be in you - fuck - all day and it - ah- it wouldn’t be enough,”
His hips snapped against mine at an increasing pace. Chris’ knees sunk into the mattress a little as he seemed to anchor down and increase his speed again. My body rocked against his, headboard banging against the wall.
Chris’ right hand came up to my chest and squeezed the skin tightly, head dipping down to capture my nipple between his teeth and tug. My hands flew to his hair as I pulled, a moan tumbling past his lips. Another pull and his teeth sunk into my skin, I mewled in discomfort.
“So fucking warm,” he growled. “Touched myself like a damn kid yesterday while you worked,”
“Really?” My eyes widened.
Chris lifted his head, eyes catching mine as a small smile graced his lips. “Stroked my cock till I came twice honey,” he gave a hard thrust. “Squeezed my balls tight like you do,”
“Chris!” His filthy words sent bolts of lightening down to my core. “Oh-“
“Cum,” he ordered. “Cum thinking of my hand stroking my own cock,”
My arms looped tightly around his neck as I tugged him down, lips meshed against mine. Our lips parted and our tongues glided against each other’s, Chris swallowing my moans.
I came with a cry, almost a sob, as my legs contracted around his hips. My body tightened impossibly around him as Chris moaned into my mouth and came with a few stammered thrusts. He came longer than usual, filling me to the brim.
We panted against each other, eyes boring into our souls. A smile graced my lips as I softly giggled, Chris laughing along as he moved away. He flopped down onto the bed, chest heaving as a light sheen of sweat covered his chest.
“Needed that,” was all he uttered.
I looked at the clock again and sighed. “Let’s hope my boss doesn’t ask why I’m late,” I joked.
“Tell her that your boyfriend was whining to be inside you,” I hit his chest as he snorted out a laugh.
“Quite liked seeing you beg,” I cocked a brow as I rolled onto my stomach and looked at him.
Chris reached out to tuck a loose strand of hair behind my ear. “Yeah? Deprive me another week and you’ll see what begging is,”
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Satiated - Bucky Barnes
Warnings - smut, swearing, kinda hair pulling, praise kink, size kink, innocence kink, subspace, oral (f receiving), fingering, cockwarming, fluffyyyyy, teeny lil bit of angst, terrible writing, idk it's just nAsty lol. Established relationship btw!
Characters - dom!bucky barnes x virgin!fem!reader
Summary - y/n wants bucky to be her first. Bucky doesnt know shes a virgin. Smut ensues.
Authors notes - this has been in my drafts since I first started my tumblr so it's terrible for the first bit but it gets better (hopefully?)
You was so sure that this was it. Tonight would be the the night. You were finally going to give up your virginity. To Bucky.
You meant to tell him that you were a virgin. Really, you did. But it just never came up. You had been with Bucky for just over four months now. There was no point in keeping it from the others, mostly because of how clingy you were with him. It was strange for you; being this clingy - this needy - with someone. You'd never felt anything like it before. Granted, you'd never had a boyfriend before Bucky, he was your first kiss too. Not that he knew any of that, of course. But with him you felt so at home. You didn't think he'd need to know. It wouldnt make any affect, right?
You'd set the mood, you thought, just right. You didn't want to throw sex in his face so you opted for your LED strip lights to be set to a light red with the main light off. You were wearing his longsleeve Beatles tshirt and a pretty cute lingerie set that you bought in preparation. You decided against wearing shorts, after all, the mission was to fuck the guy, why let another bit of clothing get in the way?
"Hey doll, I'm back," Bucky's infuriatingly attractive voice rang out. He'd just gotten back from a HYDRA mission. You knew he hated going on those missions, especially when you weren't with him. You rushed over to him.
"Hi there darling," you wrapped one arm around his neck and the other went under his shoulder, crushing the life out of him in a hug. He returned it with equal force which made a grin wriggle its way onto your face.
"How was it?" You pulled away and smushed his face in between your hands, "are you okay? Did you need to go to the medi lab? Do you need another hug? Do you want to eat? I think I have some snacky things in my mini fridge but-"
"Doll, I'm fine," he interrupted, moving your hands from his face and putting a reassuring hand on your shoulder, "I didn't get hurt and I'm not hungry. I will take you up on that hug though. Can we watch something shit and cuddle? I missed you."
You almost melted at his little pout, "okay baby, why don't you climb into bed and I'll sort out some of The Flash, yeah?"
He leaned down to kiss your forehead before pulling away and getting under the covers. You went to turn on the TV and pulled up The Flash. You were well aware that Bucky was staring at your ass, which was sticking out of the bottom of his tshirt, giving him a peek of the lavender lace that barely covered you.
When you were done, you turned to see him with blown pupils but a calm smile on his face. He beckoned you over and you skipped towards him happily, your high ponytail swishing behind you. You jumped onto the bed and wiggled under the duvet with him.
Bucky immediately wrapped has arms around you and pulled you literally on top of him. You whined at him and squirmed.
"Buckyyyyy I can't seeeeeee!"
"Don't whine doll, you said so yourself that it's shit. So just stay here with me, yeah?" He held you tighter against him so you complied.
"Y'know, I have the best boyfriend, like, ever. Like it's not even funny anymore you're just awesome," you rested your chin in between his ribs and smiled so wide it was almost a grimace. He rolled his eyes at you.
"You're a sap, dollface," he was smiling, though, so it proved that he liked it.
You sent him a wink and sat up so that you were straddling him over the hips. His eyes bugged out for a second but he tried to play it cool. He leaned up to peck you on the lips.
"Hey there, princess," he murmured, smiling softly.
You kissed him again, deeper this time and with more passion. Bucky didn't seem to object so you pressed further, tounge edging into the seam of his lips and parting them. He grunted in response and sucked in the muscle, sitting upright now. His hands wandered down to your ass and squeezed, gently at first but his grip got firmer when you whined into the kiss. Bucky smirked and pulled away, eliciting another whine from you.
"What's got you like this, little one?" You shivered at the nickname. He noticed.
You distracted yourself from his words by rolling your hips on his. The sensation of it was sending chills down your spine making you shiver and your thighs tense. You could feel yourself getting... aroused.
"Like what, Buck?" You wiggled a bit on his lap, finally feeling that hardness under you that you'd never felt before.
"Like this," he muffled a gasp from your movement, "all... horny,"
You bit your lip and buried your face in his neck, groaning at his words, "stoooooop!"
"Whyyyyyyy? I just wanna know!" He insisted.
He wrapped one hand around your waist and the his prosthetic metal one in your hair. He pulled you back by the hair at the nape of your neck, the tiny bit of pain made you let out a moan.
"What's going on with you?!" He'd never seen you like this before.
You looked down, still firmly sat on his now very evident erection and played with the fingers of his flesh hand after prying it from your waist.
"I just- I can't-" you groaned at your inability to form a proper sentence.
"Just take a breath," you nodded, "and tell me what you want."
"I want you," you whined, "bubba please,"
"What do you mean doll- like-" you interrupted with another roll of your hips, praying that he understood. "Oh, oh,"
You nodded helplessly and grinded against him more, desperate for him to help you with the wetness that had built up from the friction between the two of you.
"You mean like, now?" He tried not to respond to your unintentional teasing but he was hard as a fucking rock because of you and your flimsy lilac panties, "y'know we don't have to if you don't wanna,"
"Baby please!" You weren't trying to be bratty, he was just taking so long and after 25 years of never orgasming, you were a little frustrated.
"Jesus Christ! Calm down doll, if I didn't know any better I'd say this was your time," he joked. But you tensed up. Oh god. Did he know?
You laughed it off, but Bucky's supersoldier senses made him acutely aware that your heart rate sped up and your breathing stopped.
"Doll if it's your first time we don't have to-"
"But Bucky I wanna! I promise. I wasn't even gonna tell you because I knew that you'd treat me like glass-- and- and that's why i never said that you were my first kiss either-" you cut him off but he returned the favour with an incredulous gasp.
"I WAS YOUR FIRST KISS? AND YOU WOULDN'T HAVE TOLD ME?!" He sounded angry. His grip on your hips tightened and you winced.
"I- I'm sorry Bucky! Just didn't wanna make you worried I-" His grip tightened more, vibranium fingers digging into your bones, "ouch Bucky!"
His hand instantly retracted and he looked mortified, staring at your skin that was already yellowing from his grip.
"See doll! This is why you should've told me! I could hurt you, darling! I don't ever wanna do that," his eyes were still glued to the still-forming bruise, tears welling in his pondwater eyes.
"You could never hurt me, Buck! Not really; not on purpose!" You protested. He didn't seem convinced in the slightest, more focused on the purplish red pigmentation coming to life on your hips.
"Oh honey, it's okay! It doesn't hurt and look, look, it's fading already," that was a lie, by the morning those bruises would probably be black and blue. Not that Bucky needed to know that, "and it's alright darling, it's not you're fault, remember? You can't always feel how strong your new hand is, yeah? My big strong Bucky,"
You could see him trying to fight a smile but he refused to meet your eye.
"C'mon Bucky! How am I ever meant to learn how to take care of you if you dont teach me?" You insisted. Bucky finally raised his gaze, along with his right eyebrow.
"Teach you?" He wore a smirk now.
Oh, this was going to be fun.
"Well, think about it, baby. I mean, I've never even kissed anyone. How could I possibly know how to- how to-" your confidence faulters almost immediately, failing to realise theres no need to be embarrassed when you're with your Bucky.
"To what, princess? To suck my cock? Y' wanna know how to suck m'cock? Or d'you wanna learn how to ride me? Hmm? Learn how to milk m'cock like a good little girl?" He teased. You shuddered against him, leaning further into his perfectly sculpted pectorals. "Oh, I think you do. I think that you wanna be my best girl, huh? My perfect little sub, yeah?"
You nodded against him, but that didn't seem to satisfy Bucky.
"Use your words with me, baby, yeah? Y'gotta use your words with me or else I won't know what you want," holy heck, even when he's dominating you to all hell, he's so sweet and gentle with you. It made you feel warm and fuzzy on the inside.
"Yes, Bucky," you mumbled, reluctantly un-hiding your head from his warm body when a sharp tug at the roots of your hair prompted you away.
"Good girl, well done, honey," he praised you beautifully. You felt the urge to shy away from his compliments, but instinctually you knew that he wouldn't accept that.
"Thank you d- hmm Bucky," he obviously heard your blunder but didn't focus on it, opting instead to stroke soothingly across the expanse of your thighs.
"Okay baby. Just one more thing, I want you to have a safeword, m'kay?" You nodded, "this is just in case y'wanna stop or I do something you don't like, yeah? I won't go too hard on you tonight. Wanna make it all special for you. My little princess,"
"Thank you, bubba," shyly, you pressed a kiss to his cheek which made him grin widely.
"Can you tell me what you want your safeword to be, m'love?"
"I- uh," you were half tempted to give him a stupid answer but this meant a lot to him and you could see it in his eyes.
"C'mon, little girl, don't get all shy on me now," he lilted.
"I- uh, red? I think? I-it's easy to remember, I guess?" His hand had moved from your thighs to your ass, moulding it into any shape he deemed appropriate.
"Well done, princess," he rewarded you with a kiss to the forehead. Then the cheek. Then nose. Finally, the lips. As soon as he pulled away, you chased his lips with a pout and a whine.
"Now now, little girl. Dont get whiny," he lilted.
"Bubba kissy pleaseeee," you whined pathetically.
"Okay honey, but just know that you can't always get what you want with that cute little pout of yours," he relented, pushing his lips against yours. You whimpered into the kiss, grinding yourself down against him to relieve some of the pressure that had built up over your conversation.
He seemed to love it, grappling at your ass and pulling you further onto his raging hard-on. His tongue slipped into your mouth, licking over your teeth and smoothing itself over your own tongue.
"Lay down for me, little girl," he prompted, lightly tapping your bum and moving you to lie on your back. You scrambled to stay on top of him, clinging to his thighs and securing your arms around his neck, "it's okay, honey, I'm staying with you. Not going anywhere, yeah?"
"Staying," you echoed blearily, finally slipping off of him and lying down.
"Good girl," he confirmed, spreading your legs and settling in between them.
He tugged on the bottom of your shirt as a question to which you raised your arms and lifted up slightly. He pulled it off of your body and sat back on his heels to admire you. Bucky had never particularly been fond of the colour lilac but at that moment he had fallen in love with it.
"Sweetie you look... edible," he growled, "can I take it off?"
"Yes, daddy," your eyes widened at your own words, immediately covering your own mouth and retracting from his soothing hands. Your mind was racing 'oh god what did I just do? Does he hate me?'
"Say that again," he demanded, groaning and resting his head on your shoulder. You keened at that, letting out a sigh of relief that he enjoyed it.
"Yes, daddy," you brushed your lips to his ears, an almost tangible fog settling on your mind. It comforted you.
"Fuck," he lifted himself from your shoulder, undressing you quickly and throwing his head back at what he saw.
"I'm gonna fuckin' eat you for dinner," he rumbled. He moved your thighs even further apart, almost painfully so, and leaning down so his face was level with your pussy, "oh, honey look at you! You're soaking for me! So wet for your daddy,"
You whined and raised your hips in an attempt to get any type of friction. He pushed them down but ducked his head with you.
"Shh, it's okay baby. Daddy's here, I'll take care of you," he squeezed your thigh gently, "y' ready?"
"Please, daddy, pretty please," you tentatively moved your hands into his hair. He rewarded your boldness with a kiss to your pussy lips. It felt like heaven, even though he'd done next to nothing.
After that, he went all out; he spread your lips by dragging his tongue through them. Your fingers tugged on his hair as harsh as you dared, albeit not that hard. He seemed to love it though, moving to suck carefully on your clit. You let out a whiny moan, loving the new sensation. You'd never touched yourself before; never had an orgasm. This was all new to you and it felt so fucking good.
He suckled and pulled at your clit, slowly moving his index finger to your hole. He didn't enter you with his finger, opting instead to circle it gently, getting you used to the feeling if being touched there.
"Oh, daddy! S' good," you babbled, lost in another world of pleasure. He moaned against you when you tugged his silky locks harder. "D-daddy can you- can you please put your finger in? Pretty please?"
"Of course honey, but it might hurt. Hold my hand, 'kay? Squeeze it if it hurts, don't be afraid," he smiled at you oh so sweetly and offered you his metal hand. Your grip in his hair slackened and you moved your right hand into his flesh one, smacking his metal one out of the way.
"But honey," he protested, but you gave him no room to argue.
"Daddy! Wanna have your fingers in me please! I'll be a good girl I promise, jus' want your fingers," you argued. He complied, intertwining his fleshy fingers with yours and sitting up to get a better angle so he could position his metal ones by your entrance.
"Oh? Does my little girl want my metal fingers in her? Kinky little girl," he grinned at you.
"Yes daddy, please," you whimpered. Bucky kept his grin and pushed his middle finger against your entrance. You held your breath as it slipped into you. It was definitely painful, not unbearably so but still uncomfortable.
Your hand clenched around his while your other one sought purchase on the bicep of his metal arm. Bucky, always the detective, saw that you were struggling and gave you a moment to adjust.
"Tell me when to move, m'love," he urged kindly. You were more greatful than ever before for how beautiful his personality was. So kind. So loving.
It took you more than a minute to relax; muscles tensing and untensing around his vibrainium fingertips. When you were ready, you gave him the go-ahead so he started shallowly thrusting his finger in and out.
After that, it didn't take long before you were whining and begging for another finger. 'Another another another, daddy!' Of course, he had admonished you for being so bratty but he didn't turn you down. He thought you looked so pretty when you were begging for him.
"Daddy!" You whimpered, a strange pressure building between your thighs, heating up to an unbearable pleasure that you felt.
"Aw, baby, y'gunna cum?" He smiled. Before you could respond, he pulled out his fingers unexpectedly.
"Daddy!" You fussed, tingly feeling still strong in your core and thoroughly unsatisfied. The fog was like a blanket now; covering you up and keeping you warm.
"Shh, don't whine, baby. Don't want you to cum now and be too sensitive before I get you on m'cock now, do we?" Smoothing his hand over your hip, smearing your arousal over it.
"No daddy, sorry daddy," you conceded, terrified that you did anything wrong. You wanted to be daddy's good girl.
"No, sweetie, don't be sorry, you did nothing wrong," he reassured. You sighed, so thankful that you hadn't done anything wrong.
"Daddy?" You looped your arms around his neck.
"Yes, doll?" You rested one side of your head on his, still annoyingly clothed, pectoral.
"Can I have your cock now?" Glazed over eyes stared longingly at his own.
"Of course, little one," he pulled his shirt over his head, fucking finally. Your eyes stayed glued to his abs because 'fucking hell he's so fucking hot holy shit'.
"Thank you, daddy," your fingers pressed into his muscles.
"Sweetie, how d'you wanna do this?" He moved your hands from his abdomen gently so he could remove his jeans. Beneath them, you could see how truly massive he was and fuck he looks so good.
"Baby?" He asked again, snapping you out of your trance.
You didn't answer him verbally, instead moving onto his lap and settling comfortably on his raging erection. After his assault on your clit earlier, you felt extra sensitive and that pressure against your bare core made you convulse in pleasure.
"Okay sweetie, okay," he kept that calming smile plastered on his face, gently urging you to sit up so that he could remove his boxers. You kept his eyes glued to his face until it faltered in pleasure. Looking down, you saw it. Over eight inches and thick as all hell.
"Daddy?" Your head lolled to the side, watching as his hand moved up and down it at a moderate pace.
"Yes, doll?" Groaning, his eyes locked on yours.
"How will that fit in me?" He laughed at that, so fond of your innocence.
"It'll fit, little one, don't worry," he assured you, using his metal hand to gently stroke your hip.
You reached out to grab his cock but he was quick to move you away.
"No, sweetie," he moved your hand into his hair so you could play with it if you wanted to. You whined at him, claiming that you wanted to make him feel good, "you will make me feel good, honey. When I cum inside that sweet little pussy of yours I'll feel so good I promise,"
"Okay, daddy," you leaned against his broad shoulder as he circled your hips against his cock.
"Y'ready, princess?" He double-checked for what seemed to be the tenth time. You responded by reaching for his length and lining it up with your entrance.
Ever so gently, he slid you down onto his cock. If he hadn't opened you up with his fingers earlier, you would have been in a lot more pain. He kept his hands on you when you were all the way down on him; moving them to your tits and rolling your nipples between his thumb and forefinger, causing even more pleasure to spike in your body.
You moaned loudly when he brought his mouth onto your left breast, suckling on your nipple, giving you the most pleasure you'd ever felt in your tits.
Adjusting took a few minutes but when you got used to it, you got impatient very fast. He noticed it when you grinded against him, shuddering at the immense feeling of his cock brushing against your inner walls. He couldn't bring himself to move away from your nipple, though, so he kept sucking while he moved both his hands to your hips and lifted you up so you were only halfway sheathed on his length. He secured you there so you were suspended on his cock, thrusting his hips up to meet yours. His pubic bone brushed against your clit and you were in heaven; his mouth on your tit, cock in your pussy and delicious friction on your bundle of nerves.
"Oh daddy! Feels so good!" You gasped out a breath, overwhelmed by pleasure and all of a sudden, you were falling. Falling deep into a delicious subspace. And there was that overwhelming buildup of pressure in your core again. "Daddy?"
He finally pulled off of your tit, leaving you cold without the warmth of his mouth, "yeah sweetie? What's up?"
Still thrusting up into you at a steadily inclining pace, Bucky found it hard to believe that this was your first time. You were so lost in pleasure that you hadn't acknowledged his words.
"Doll?" He punctuated his sentence with a sharp thrust to your g-spot, making you see stars.
"Daddy? I-I feel-" you didn't know what you felt. Full. For sure, you felt full. Bucky's girth was splitting you in two.
"What d'ya feel, doll? Y'gunna cum? Gonna cum all over daddy's cock like my good little girl?" He teased you, kissing along your neck, bruising it whenever he saw fit.
"Yes daddy! Please, please can I cum?" You begged.
"Of course, little one, cum on daddy's cock," he encouraged. As soon as he gave permission, you let go.
You'd never felt pleasure like that, vision going white and violently clamping down on Bucky's cock, causing his eyes to roll back into his head and cumming inside of you. You fell blindly even deeper into the blissful state that made you feel oh so warm and fuzzy on the inside.
You didn't stir for a while after that. Not until Bucky gently attempted to move you off of him.
"No daddy! Nonononono!" You scrambled to stay leaning against his chest, "no movin daddy, stayin here,"
"Honey, we have to get you cleaned up," he reminded you.
"Daddy no! Have to stay with daddy," you insisted. He ran a soothing hand through your hair.
"Okay, princess, we can stay here," he relented, "but 's not daddy anymore, is it? 'S Bucky again, remember?"
"Nuh-uh, 's daddy. 'N I'm daddy's baby," you babbled, reaching to play with his fingers.
"No baby, it's Bucky. C'mon, baby, y'gotta come back f'me, yeah?" He urged you ever so carefully, scared that if he pushed too far then you would go deeper into subspace.
"No baby, say it with me 'Bucky', yeah?"
"Bucky," you repeated. "Bucky!"
"That's right m'love! Are y' back with me now?" He asked.
"Yeah, 'm back baby," you muzzled your face in his neck, hyperaware that his cock was half hard again in your cunt but your legs ached too much to do anything about it.
"Well done honey, how d'you feel?" He checked.
"What in all hell does that mean?"
"Your a 100 year old assassin and you don't know basic English?"
"You speak English!"
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Title: Burn sequel to Siren
Pairing: Firefighter!Beefy!Bucky x Reader
Summary: Bucky gets some use out of his bat.
Chapter warnings: violence, mentions of past abuse, toxic ex, stalking, tooth rotting fluff, mutual pining, smut, unprotected sex, friends to lovers, MINORS DNI!
A/N: i know i said this would be done in the afternoon, but i REALLY wanted a bomb ass smut scene, so it was delayed a bit. i’ve been getting a lot of asks about Firefighter!Bucky and Sugar, so i wanted to give y’all a spicy lil’ update 🥰
This is a work of FICTION, and it contains ADULT themes, so I assume once you’ve clicked through the link that you are comfortable with that. I do not give consent for my work to be copied, translated, or posted elsewhere, even if I am credited. This work is entirely mine, and unbeta’d, so read at your own risk!
Bucky sleeps on your porch for two weeks.
“What if they need you at the station tonight?” You asked the third night, not looking him in the eye as you toyed with the hem of your t-shirt.
“I’ll here the bell from here, don’t you worry.” He refused every time you asked him to go home, so you made it as comfortable as you could, giving him blankets and pillows as he stood watch over you. You don’t know what you did to deserve it, to have earned such protection, but when you ask Steve, he just smiles, shaking his head.
“Buck’s got his reasons. I’m sure he’ll tell you if you ask him.”
But then when Monday comes again, and you haven’t seen hide nor hair from Rich, not even a text, you finally convince Bucky to go home for more than a shower.
“I’m fine,” you say, even though the worry still gnaws at you like a dog with an old bone. “Seriously. He’s just trying to scare me.” It’s working. I’m terrified. You’d spent the last few weeks wondering if you needed to move again, if maybe leaving the country was a better option, since changing states hadn’t seemed to do you much good.
“If you need me,” he says again, resting a warm hand on your shoulder, his eyes intense, “You call.” You nod, even though you know you won’t. Maybe it’s stupid, but you’re afraid for him. You know he’s strong, stronger than anyone you’ve ever met—you’d watched him tilt your car a foot off the ground one handed when the jack broke as he’d fixed a tire—but… You knew what Rich could do, too.
Your hip throbs as if in memory, and lightly you trace the top of the scar that pokes out of the waistband of your shorts. I’m sure the doctors remember too. You watch Bucky’s big red Dodge pull out of the driveway, and somehow the house feels emptier for the lack of him. The scent of fresh coffee makes your mouth water and when you trace the source of it to your kitchen, there’s a steaming mug and a note.
Don’t forget to lock up.
You can’t help but smile—he’d made it just how you liked it too, black with just a little sugar. It’s strange how that small act made you feel more ready for the day, more adept at dealing with its challenges. Perhaps it was because for the first time in a long time, even when you were with Rich, you didn’t feel… alone.
The week flies by—your shifts at the record shop moving equally quickly. You’d all but forgotten the lingering feeling of dread that had been plaguing you as you checked the doors and windows one final time. You didn’t normally close, but Dotty had asked you to on account of her grandson’s fifth birthday, and you couldn’t say no to that. You hum softly to yourself as you lock the till, the late summer sun coming in bright and orange through the glass.
It’s still so beautiful outside despite the hour, and as you walk home from the shop you sigh. Beans would have loved this. You know he’s safe, living his best doggie life on a farm in Georgia, but you miss him. Better than letting Rich blow his brains out because he wouldn’t stop defending me.
You try to shake off the disconcerting thoughts, focusing on the feel of the warm sun on your skin, the smell of grass, the sound of children playing. Your thoughts drift back to Bucky, and your face warms. You’re wondering how many times he’d watched you make your own coffee to know so well what you liked when you hear it—the slow roll of tires.
You don’t think about it at first, it’s a highly pedestrian street in a small city—there’s a thousand reasons a car could be driving slowly. It’s when you still hear it after your second turn that ice prickles along the back of your neck. Your throat goes thick as you swallow, and peek over your shoulder. It’s a black SUV, nondescript in every way that counted, rolling slowly behind you. Moving far, far slower than the speed limit, it crept along the pavement.
You clutched yourself and sped up. It wasn’t following you, it wasn’t. You repeated it like a mantra, over and over until the words blurred into gibberish in your head. Three more blocks and you were jogging briskly as the car sped up, and tears pricked at your eyes. It wasn’t Rich’s car, but anyone could rent one, couldn’t they?
Your heart is hammering, pulse roaring as a horn blasts behind you and you shriek, covering your ears. You don’t know what business you push into, but you shove your way inside, tears streaming down your face. Your hands are trembling as you dig your phone out of your pocket, and you don’t think as you call the first person you can think of, the first person to make you feel safe—
The owner of the Asian import and grocery store is kind enough to let you mill about by the register as you wait, and when you’re brave enough to peek outside, the SUV is nowhere in sight. You didn’t see Rich, didn’t hear his voice, but… it’s him. It has to be.
The bell on top of the door jingles loudly as Bucky bursts into the shop, turning sideways to fit through the narrow doorway. His eyes dart around in a panic, and relief fills them when they settle on you. He crosses over to you in two large strides, and he grabs your shoulders, looking you over.
“What’s wrong, sugar? Where is he?” He’s wearing his uniform pants, and when he hugs you, his skin smells like smoke. Guilt churns in your gut with sudden intensity, as you regret having called him at all. He must have just gotten back to the station when you’d phoned him, panicking and sobbing. Now that it had been about twenty minutes, you felt silly.
“I… I thought Rich was following me,” you admit, looking down at your sandals. “I’m sorry, I didn’t even see him.” You turn to the woman behind the counter. “Thank you, Mrs. Chin.”
“Any time.” She replies, nodding conspiratorially at Bucky. “I see him here, I’ll give him a good smack.” Bucky leads you outside where his truck is idling, but stops you before you get in.
“You don’t have to apologize. I told you to call me,” he reminds you, and you frown.
“I just… I’m probably overreacting. Jumping at shadows. And you, you just got back, you’re probably exhausted and—”
“For the love of God, sweetheart, I don’t give a shit.” Your mouth hung open as he cut you off, and it snapped shut audibly. “I don’t care if you stub your goddamn toe, you call me, you hear?” Bucky squeezes your shoulder, and winks. “Can’t have anybody followin’ my best girl home, can I?”
You stand there aghast until he chuckles, walking around to the other side of the car, and you force yourself stiffly into the passenger seat. The ride home is quiet and companionable, though to you, it’s nerve-wracking. My best girl. His best girl.
Bucky pulls into park just in front of your place, killing the engine. “I’m gonna go grab some stuff from the station, I’ll be back in a minute. You want to come with?” He asks, and you know it’s so you don’t have to be by yourself. You’re tempted to go under the guise of greeting the team, but you resist. It’s only been a week since he’d been there constantly, and yet you missed him.
“No, I’ll be fine. You don’t… You don’t have to stay again, Bucky.”
“Someone followed you. I do.” The conversation is over, and he hops down from the truck. You do the same, clamoring down to the ground. “Lock up, okay?” He reminds you, and you shake your head. You’ve never been one to leave your doors open, especially not now. You head inside, dropping your purse on the hall table as you shut the front door. You kick your shoes off and wander upstairs for a shower, wondering what you’ll make for dinner for two, when you pause.
The light is on in your bedroom.
Maybe I left it on.
Goosebumps break over your arms as you descend into cool fear for the second time that evening. You step forward quietly, peering around the doorframe—
And there he is. His back is to you, but you’d know those broad shoulders, the slicked back wave of jet black hair anywhere.
“You really thought this was far enough, love bug?”
You’re barely breathing, and when he turns to look over his shoulder at you with those coal dark eyes, a little sob bubbles up between your lips. The nickname makes you nauseous, and you’re suddenly back. Back in your old apartment while Rich screams drunkenly at you—you’re back in the bathtub as his hands wrap around your throat; You trust me, don’t you love bug? You’re a deer in headlights as he advances toward you, one, two steps—
You turn to flee, your bare feet slapping against the hardwood as you sprint, but Rich is so big, his legs long and his reach so much greater than yours. When he crashes into you, tackling you to the ground, your head smacks against the wood and you see white for a painful second.
“Nice little place you got here,” he spits, straddling your waist. His weight forces the air from your lungs, and you struggle to inhale as he presses down, smiling nastily. His long, spindly fingers are on your chin, forcing you to look up at him even as your vision swims. “Where’s your ring, love bug?” His fingers dig into your jaw. “Told you you were never supposed to take it off, but it looks like you need a refresher in your lessons, hmm?”
“G-get away from me,” you wheeze, struggling beneath him. You’d taken self defense classes, learned to walk with sharp objects through your fingers—and all of it was terrifyingly useless when he had you pinned like this. You beat against his chest and he laughs, though it’s satisfying when you rake your fingers down his cheek, and skin comes away under your nails.
“You little fucking cunt!” He shouts, and the back of his hand meets your mouth hard enough to split your lip. You taste coppery blood, tears welling in your eyes. “Should’ve never left,” he growls, his other hand finding your throat and pressing down, down hard. “Never fucking should’ve left me—”
You’re only dimly aware that Rich’s weight lifts abruptly from your body after the sickening sound of something hard meeting flesh and bone cuts his tirade short. Bucky’s panting at the top of the stairs, the bat clenched tightly in his metal fist. You suck in a breath of your own before coughing and wincing.
He stops to check you, turning your jaw this way and that as he presses a kiss to your forehead. “I’m so sorry I wasn’t here. I’m sorry, sugar. So sorry.” He says it over and over again, stroking your messy curls. He’s trembling, his fists clenching and unclenching as his unsteady breaths fill your ears. His body is tense behind you, coiled and ready like a spring.
“M’okay, Bucky,” you say, reaching a shaking hand up to grasp the one resting on your shoulder. Rich groans as he staggers back to his feet, cradling the left side of his head. The setting sun offers little light, and your vision swims when you try to stand, but you can see blood dripping through his fingers. Bucky leaves your side to stand over you, the bat at the ready.
“Get the fuck out.” It’s a low, menacing growl that makes you shudder, and you watch Rich’s hackles rise. He staggers to his feet, leaning against your wall, and he chuckles darkly. You know he won’t stop, won’t stay down—it’s why you’d left. Restraining orders had done nothing—flimsy fucking paper. Cop presence around your building had only deterred him for so long before you couldn’t take it anymore.
Easier just to run.
Rich wipes blood from his mouth, and spits it carelessly onto the floor. “Little whore has you fooled too, huh?” Bucky surges forward, and you cower back against the wall. He reaches Rich easily, and when he swings, Rich is ready for him, ducking down and landing a solid blow against Bucky’s side. You suck in a harsh breath.
His face tightens, but he soaks the blow, dropping the bat. “No weapon now, huh, asshole?” He’s not ready for the hit from the metal fist, and you hear the crunch of bone breaking—a rib or two—as Bucky’s own punch lands with force. He lets out a strangled moan, dropping to one knee as he clutched his middle. Bucky doesn’t relent, wrapping cool metallic fingers around Rich’s throat and hoisting him up.
“You think you’re a big man?” Bucky snarls, slamming him against the wall. His body flops like a rag doll, his limbs flying messily as he wheezes. His eyes flick to you, and you watch Bucky’s fingers tense, tightening. “You don’t fucking look at her. Look at me.” Rich garbles something, and you don’t know if it’s assent or complaint, but it doesn’t much matter when he’s hanging limply from Bucky’s grip like a strangled chicken.
“You don’t look at her. You don’t talk to her. You don’t text, you don’t call, you don’t write. You don’t look her up on social media, you don’t google, you fucking forget her, you understand? Nod if you understand.”
There’s silence, and you wait. You don’t think rich will respond, he won’t allow himself to be beat like this—but when Bucky’s grip tightens again, he chokes loudly, and his head dips.
“And if I see you—fuck, if I even think you’ve been around, I will kill you. I will bury you and no one will ever. Fucking. Know. Nod, Rich.”
“Sugar go call the cops.”
It’s late when the officers finally clear out of the house—it’s not enough just to take Rich into custody, they have to check every corner of the property, just to be sure he didn’t do anything else. You’re exhausted, a blanket draped around your shoulders as you stare numbly down into your rapidly cooling cup of coffee. Bucky’s talking the lingering policemen, and Nat is sitting with you at the kitchen table.
“Hey, you want a little whiskey in that?” She jokes, and you smile thinly.
“Got any?” You watch with amusement as she produces a flask from her overlarge pocket. “You just… keep this on you?”
“For special occasions. I think this counts.” She pours liberally into your mug, and when you take another sip, the liquor settles warmly in your belly. You’re halfway finished with the mug, feeling warm and less jumpy as Bucky, Sam and Steve do their own perimeter check—laughable, but sweet.
You say goodbye to them on the porch, Natasha herding Sam and Steve off while you stare down at your hands so as not to meet his gaze.
“Thank you.” You bite your lip. “I…”
“Don’t apologize,” his large hand is warm, even through the blanket when he touches your arm.
“No, he hit you! I… You fought because of me. It was dangerous, and I… I never should have put you in that position—” And then the mug is falling from your fingers to crash with a sharp tinkle against the wood because Bucky’s grabbing you with a softly muttered aw, hell, sugar—
And his lips are so soft against yours you could cry a little. Well, you are crying, but it isn’t from that. “Was so fuckin’ scared,” he murmurs, pressing kiss after kiss to your lips, your chin, your cheeks—“Saw him on top of you, you weren’t moving—“ He lets out a choked noise, and you’re drawn into his embrace.
You slowly bring your arms up to hung him back, your fingers tangling in his henley. His best girl. And then you’re kissing him too, the blanket falling, discarded just like the mug. His tongue passes over the split in your lip, but the pain is sweet and he soothes it. You can’t believe you didn’t notice, a million touches, a million soft words, he’d slept on your porch for half a month—
An excited hoot from across the street makes your face burn, and Bucky laughs against your lips.
“No, no, don’t stop now, we’re gonna get chairs!” Sam shouts, and you groan, burying your face against Bucky’s chest, your nose brushing his dog tags. And as if you aren’t embarrassed enough, Bucky sweeps you into his arms, hooking one easily under your thighs as you yelp.
“No free shows, Wilson!” He yells over his shoulder, and you giggle.
“Bucky the blanket—“
“We’ll get it later.” He kicks the door open and then shut without dropping you, and presses you against it. He looks like he’s about to take rough possession of your mouth again, but before he does, Bucky pauses. “Is this okay?” He asks softly, stroking down the side of your face with his thumb. “I can wait, we don’t have to—”
It’s your turn to interrupt and you shake your head, hushing him with a finger. “Gimme somethin’ else to think about, Buck.” You don’t have time to giggle at the way he curses, leaning his head back before his mouth finds yours again and he makes good on your request. Bucky tastes like whiskey and cinnamon, and you can’t get enough, moaning into his mouth as you press as close to him as you possibly can.
You tilt your head up as he noses along your jaw, content to smooth his hands over every part of you he can reach; softly cupping your breasts through your shirt, fingers playing at the waistband of your jeans, squeezing and kneading the cheeks of your ass with increasingly pleased growls.
“Much as I wanna fuck you right up against this door, sugar, I think I want you somewhere softer,” he huffs against the shell of your ear, and you nod dizzily. Your head is foggy again, but this time from the weight of his large hands, the cool press of his metal fingers against your nipples, swollen and pressing hard against the fabric of your bra. “Couch. Go.” He delivers a little slap to your ass and the little moan that escapes your throat surprises the both of you.
He’s half a step behind you the whole way, and by the time you make it to the living room, he’s on you. Guiding you down to the pillows with sure hands. His fingers are undoing the button on your jeans, tugging them down your legs as you lift your hips to assist. Bucky’s nostrils flare at the sight of your panties, black and lacy, the crotch stained with your slick. You feel embarrassment heat your cheeks as cool air meets your scantily covered folds, but Bucky licks his lips hungrily, his eyes dark as they meet yours.
“Tell me to stop,” he says lowly, his palms flexing on your thighs as he holds them apart. Your pulse is so loud in your ears you’re surprised you even hear him, and you lick your lips. His eyes follow the movement hungrily. “I want you so bad—” He pauses to steady himself, closing his eyes and taking a breath. “Tell me.”
“I don’t want you to stop, Bucky.” The words are barely off your tongue before he’s pressing his tongue to your—barely—clothed slit, lapping against the damp fabric. Your sharp exhalation of breath becomes a whine as his fingers the fabric aside and he tastes you, groaning into your folds. Bucky delves into your tight entrance with his tongue and you shudder, your hips rolling as your eyes slide shut.
“Eyes on me, sugar,” he growls, and when your lids snap open and your watery gaze meets his, he practically purrs. “Good girl.” The words make your cunt clench as a fresh wave of slick coats his tongue. “Want you to see me taste my pussy.” Oh fuck. His tongue circles your clit and only his hands on your thighs keep you from arching up off of the pillows.
You feel like you’re melting under the pressure of white hot pleasure coursing through you, and all you can do is babble, trying your best to do as he said, keep your eyes open and on him. Bucky’s slate ocean eyes are locked on yours from between your thighs, hungry, satisfied noises escaping him as he devours you. Every time your lids begin to droop, Bucky pulls away, leaving you panting and moaning and painfully unsatisfied.
You feel like an overfull cup, pleasure trickling maddeningly from you as you try to hold it all in, writhing and moaning in his hold. And Bucky… Bucky’s looking at you like he’s seeing you for the first time, his gaze reverent and his touches gentle and insistent.
“What’s wrong, sugar?” He taunts, laving a trail of wet kisses on your inner thigh. “Tell me what you need.” The smirk on his face both enflames and enrages you and you whine.
“I n-need—fuck, Bucky—” He doesn’t let you finish, his tongue returning to your folds as your fingers thread themselves into his hair. You can’t get the words out, and every time you try, you feel a slow smile spreading across his mouth as he laps at you, doubling his efforts. You’d be irritated if you weren’t so desperate, and when he pulls away again, an agonized whine makes your cheeks heat when you realize it’s coming from you.
“Poor thing,” Bucky says lazily, dragging his teeth down your inner thigh and moaning softly in pleasure when you hiss. “Can’t even get it out, can you, sugar? Got you all twisted up, huh?” He coos, and leans up on his knees to loom over your trembling, slouched form. “Shirt off, now. The bra too, sugar.”
You hurry to comply with the order given in his low, gravelly baritone like your life depends on it. Your pussy throbs hungrily, your thighs sliding slickly, noisily together as you pull the t-shirt over your head, and unhook your bra. For a minute you’re unsure what to make of Bucky’s expression, but fresh heat blooms in your belly when he palms himself roughly though his jeans and begins tearing at his own clothes.
Its like he’s trying to touch you everywhere, with everything all at once. His hands are cupping and kneading and pinching, lips and tongue on yours, your breasts crushed against his chest. His cock pushes insistently against your belly, and your eyes flick down before widening. He’s so thick and leaky, the fat head of his cock pushing up through his foreskin. A thin strand of his own precum trails from the throbbing tip to the skin of your belly, and you bite your lip.
You reach down between you to wrap your hand around his throbbing length—an almost impossible feat—and begin to stroke, spreading precum down his shaft with your thumb, tugging at his balls before returning to task. Bucky’s head falls to your shoulder where he utters a muffled curse against your neck.
“Awh fuck, sugar,” he pants, nipping and sucking at your flesh. “So good, knew you would be—“ He bucks into your hand, his own closing around it for a moment before he pulls you away. “Lay down for me, sweetness. Lemme see my pretty pussy.” Your face heats. You’ve never been told to do anything like that before—hell, no one’s ever talked to you the way Bucky does, either, not like this. With Rich it had hurt, but Bucky you felt…
You laid on your back, your lip once again caught in your teeth as you circled your thighs with either arm, holding yourself open for him. Bucky’s hand moves slickly over his cock as he takes you in, thrusting into his own grip as he praises you. “So perfect, So pretty, sugar, where you been hidin’ her?” And then you don’t feel nervous anymore. Not about your looks, your hair, your scar—none of it matters now, in this moment, with him.
You watch him squeeze his cock one more time before he leans over you. He presses your knees to your chest, opening you as he slides against your folds. You’ve never felt so empty, nor so ready to be so fucking full it hurts.
“Say ah sugar,” Bucky’s breath hisses through his teeth as the head of his cock nudges against the slick, tight ring of muscle. You’d known it would be a tight fit, but the pleasurable stretch borders so nearly on pain that it brings tears to your eyes—but you’d rather die than tell him to stop now. It aches so sweet as he parts you, his own mouth open slightly and eyes locked greedily on yours as he watches you take him. “Fuck, she’s already milkin’ me so good, so fuckin’ good,” he groans, his hips stilling.
Your eyes roll as he bottoms out, and you dig your nails into the couch cushions underneath you as he slides out slow—only to force his way back in with a shamefully slick noise. “Fuck, I, I can’t, Bucky—” You’re babbling. You don’t know what you’re pleading for, more or less, but when he leans over you, cooing, a wail wrenches hoarsely from your throat.
“You can take it, can’t you sugar? It’s okay. It’s okay,” Bucky repeats the words, groaning as he picks up speed. His balls slap wetly against your thighs, soaked with your own juices. You don’t even realize you’re cumming till it’s happening, your release spurting out of you as your back bows and you clench down around him for all you’re worth. You soak his thighs and the couch beneath you as he fucks you through it. “Good girl. Fuck, gonna make you do that every goddamn day.”
His own movements become stilted, his hips stuttering against yours as the aftershocks of your orgasm milk one out of him. The back of the couch groans as his metal hand tightens on it, and his other hand holds you still as he curses. “Fuck, sugar, tell me I can fill this tight pussy up, please,” he’s practically begging, and you spare no thought as you nod furiously.
“P-please Buck,” your words are interrupted by his thrusts as he fucks into you hard. “W-wan’ you to f-fill me up, fuck, please—”
He throws his head back with a shout, and stills, warm ropes of cum streaming into you as his cock jerks and throbs. Bucky’s head falls forward and he lets out a low groan, keeping you right where he wants you with a firm grip as he empties himself into you. You stay like that for a few minutes, gulping down air in the too-hot room.
Bucky slides out of you slowly, and you hiss. He leans down to press his lips to your sweaty forehead, and you feel him smile against your skin. You do too, even though it aggravates the split on your bottom lip.
“You okay, sugar?” He asks hoarsely, grinning down at you.
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pairing: dadsbestfriend!bucky barnes x reader
summary: you’ve always had a crush on your dad’s best friend, but it’s always been easy to hide. that is, until you accidentally send him pictures meant for someone else
word count: 2.5k
warnings: swearing, bra pictures, age gap, teasing, dirty talk, fingering, thigh riding, smut, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, praise kink, minors DNI
“Thank you, Mr. Barnes. I’ll see you in an hour” you said, stepping out of the car. You grabbed your purse from inside the car and slid your arm through the strap. “I’ll see you then. Text me if you’re done early, and I’ve told you to call me Bucky. Mr. Barnes makes me feel old” he told you, slightly chuckling. You smiled and nodded, before closing the car door. You waved as he drove away.
Bucky was your dad’s best friend. He was always coming over to your house for barbecues and all sorts of parties. Over the years, you had grown fond of Bucky, but he was significantly older than you. You were only twenty four, but that didn’t stop you from admiring him.
You were visiting your dad for the next two weeks. Your dad was going to drive you to the mall, but he got called into work. So, he asked Bucky to drive you. After thirty excruciating minutes in the car, you were finally at the mall.
You never knew how to act around Bucky. He made your heart beat at a million miles per minute and always ended up turning you on. The brunette man was gorgeous, which made it hard to control yourself around him.
You walked into the mall doors. Forty minutes later, you were almost finished. You had returned the shoes that you bought in the wrong size and found a dress to wear to a party you were going to in a few weeks. All that was left was to buy a new bra.
You headed into Victoria’s Secret and headed to the bras that were your size. You instantly found a few that you liked and walked towards the dressing rooms.
You set down the few pairs of bras and felt your photo buzz. You saw a new text from Bucky:
“I finished my errands early. I’m waiting in the parking lot, once you’re done :) ”
You felt your insides tingle and felt a new rush to finish up. You quickly typed out a response and hit send.
“Okay! I’ll be out in a few minutes. I’m almost done”
You moved on to the bras that were waiting for you. You tried all four of them on and couldn’t decide between your top two. You quickly snapped photos in each of the bras. One was a dark red bra with lace, and the other one was a black bra that had some sheer panels.
You quickly sent the pictures to your best friend and asked which one she liked more. You looked into the mirror and looked closer at the bra, still trying to decide. You heard your phone vibrate, and you quickly grabbed it. You were eager to see your best friend’s response. You assumed it would make the decision easier.
Instead, you saw a text from Bucky that read:
“Fuck, sweetheart. You look hot in both of them, but I’m assuming you didn’t mean to send that to me”
You felt your blood run cold. Just to be sure, you checked and realized you had sent him the pictures. You didn’t know what to do. You wanted to run away and hide forever.
First and foremost, you wanted to never see Bucky again. You knew you would die of embarrassment. There was no way you could survive a whole car ride home with him.
You quickly decided to buy both the bras and headed towards the parking lot. You kept your head low as you looked for Bucky's car. You spotted it, and he waved you over.
You got into the front seat without saying a word. You couldn’t even look at him. “Hi, sweetheart” he said, softly. You muttered a quick “hi” and then looked out the window.
Bucky accepted that you didn’t want to talk about it and put the car in drive. He started the drive to your dad’s house, where you were staying.
After about ten minutes of silence, the car pulled up to a red light. Bucky looked over at you and saw you still looking out the window. “Sweetheart? Look at me” he said, tapping your thigh. You hesitantly looked over at him. He gave you a soft smile.
“I really don’t want to talk about it” you begged him. He placed his hand back on your thigh, rubbing circles into your skin with his thumb. You could feel your face heat up. “I know you’re embarrassed, but you don’t have to be. We can both pretend it never happened. You really don’t have to worry about it, love. By the way, those pictures were pretty amazing,” his soft genuine smile turned into a smirk.
You felt even more embarrassed. You couldn’t tell if he was being serious or if he was teasing you. You knew you had nothing else to lose. You grabbed the collar of his jacket and pulled him for a kiss. Before he could kiss you back, cars began to honk behind you.
You both pulled apart and realized the light was green. You were mortified. “I’m sorry” you muttered, wrapping your arms around yourself. Neither of you said another word to each other. You continued to drive. Bucky drove past the turn to get to your dad’s house.
“Bucky, you missed the turn” you said, finally willing yourself to look at him. Instead of turning around, he just smirked and kept his eyes on the road. “Relax, sweetheart. We’re making a pit stop” he said, moving his hand to rest on your thigh.
You could feel a fluttering feeling in your stomach as his hand inched up your leg. He was only inches from where you wanted him, and he stopped. You practically whined. “Patience, baby” he instructed.
You squirmed under his touch. You started to rub your thighs together, trying to get some friction. “You’re so needy, sweetheart” he said. His words practically made you moan.
He slipped his fingers into the waistband of your leggings. His fingers ran over your lace panties. “God, you’re soaked. Do you need me that bad?” He asked, not moving his fingers. You nodded while biting your lip. You started to grind down on his hand, trying to get the release he was denying you.
“Look at you, so desperate for my touch. The least I can do is help you out” he said, moving your panties to the side. He ran his fingers through your folds, collecting your wetness. Your hips bucked up and pushed against his hand.
He pushed two fingers into you at an agonizingly slow pace. He curled his fingers as he began to pump them in and out of you. “Does that feel good?” He asked you, quickening his pace. You bit down on your lip and eagerly shook your head.
“You don’t have to be quiet. Let me hear you” he commanded. His fingers hit your g-spot, causing you to call out his name. A cocky smirk grew on his face.
The car pulled up to a red light, and you could see a car creeping up next to you. “Look at me, sweetheart. No one gets to see this look on your face through the window. This is all for me. Only I get to watch how you squirm under my touch” he said, repeatedly hitting your g-spot. The light changed to green. He continued driving towards his house.
His thumb started to rub circles onto your clit. You threw your head back against the headrest. “Fuck—Bucky...faster please” you begged him, breathlessly. His fingers sped up, ramming into you as you clenched your thighs around his hand.
You could feel the coil in your abdomen begin to tighten. The pressure continued to build. “Bucky, I’m almost there” you moaned. Then, the pressure disappeared. You noticed he had completely removed his hand from you. You also realized you were in his driveway.
Bucky wiped his hand off on his jeans. “I was so close. My ex-boyfriend could never get me that close” you complained, the last part said more to yourself.
“That was nothing, sweetheart. I’m going to show you what it’s like with a real man” he whispered, before pushing a piece of your hair behind your ear.
He unlocked the car doors, and you both headed inside. He grabbed your hands and pulled you into his bedroom. He sat on the edge of the bed, keeping your hands in his.
You felt your nerves hit you like a brick wall. You realized how much this could change your life. There was no going back after sleeping with your dad’s best friend.
He moved his hand to cup your face. “Sweetheart, before we do anything, I want to make sure that you’re really okay with this” he said, gently. You pressed a light kiss against his lips. “You have no idea how long I’ve wished for this to happen” you said, looking into his eyes.
That was all the permission he needed. He grabbed at your waist and pulled you into his lap. Your hands were instantly in his hair as you connected your lips. You started to roll your hips into his, chasing all the friction you could get.
He pushed you off his lap, and then pulled your leggings down your legs. You stepped out of them and stepped towards him. “I’m sorry I didn’t let you finish before. I wanted to be able to watch you fall apart” he said, kissing your temple.
Then, his eyes lit up. He patted his thigh. “Sit right here for me” he said, gently. You straddled his thigh. “Can I?” You asked, softly. He eagerly nodded his head and placed his hands on your hips. You rolled your hips forward, grinding against his thigh.
“Cum on my thigh, sweetheart. I wanna watch” he said, watching you. You rested your arms on his shoulders as you slid yourself back and forth on his thigh. The harsh material of his jeans only added more friction.
A soft whine passed your lips. “That’s it, baby. You’re doing so well” he said, placing light kisses along your jawline. His words only turned you on more. You could feel a warm feeling in your stomach as you got closer to your peak.
“Buck—almost...there” you moaned, breathlessly. The coil returned and continued to tighten. He began to bounce his leg up and down, creating more friction. “Oh...Bucky, fuck” you called out, moving your hips faster. You shut your eyes, overwhelmed with the pleasure. You were reduced to a whimpering mess. “Such a good job, princess. Let go for me” he said.
You fell over the edge; your vision going white. Your hips slowed down, and you leaned against Bucky’s shoulders. You panted as you came down from your high.
“You are so beautiful” he said, peppering kisses up and down your neck. You noticed his bulging cock against your leg. “I want to make you feel good too” you said, starting to unbuckle his belt.
He grabbed your wrists and stopped you. “You don’t have to do that. I just wanna be inside of you, sweetheart” he told you. You pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it to the side. He used his metal arm to flip you over. He was laying on top of you on the bed now.
“Stay” he said, as he stood up and took off his jeans. You watched him as he stepped out of his boxers, and his cock sprung free. You heard it slap against his stomach. You clenched your thighs together as he thought about having his large cock ramming into you.
He stroked himself a few times. You whimpered to yourself, and your hand found itself inside your panties. “Sweetheart” he said, catching you. You quickly removed your hands and looked back into his eyes.
“I can’t wait to fill you up and have your pretty pussy wrapped around me” he said, crawling on top of you. You cupped his face and pulled him up to kiss you. He moaned into your mouth as one of your hands stroked his length.
He pulled your panties down your legs and carelessly threw them aside. He teased you, lightly drawing figure eights on your clit. You quickly pulled off your T-shirt. He stopped what he was doing as he realized you were wearing the dark red bra.
“Fuck” he muttered under his breath. You noticed that his cock was throbbing. “Your tits look so fuckin’ good” he said, cupping your breasts through the bra.
You reached around your back to unclip the bra, but he stopped you. “Don’t” he practically growled. You smirked as you watched the effect you had on him.
“Keep it on. I want to fuck you while you wear it” he said, not moving his eyes from the lacy material. Then, without warning, he pushed into you.
He watched as your face contorted in pleasure. “You’re so fucking big” you moaned as you wrapped your arms around his neck, holding on as he thrusted into you. He smirked down at you. He wrapped your legs around his waist. “You’re taking me so well, sweetheart” he moaned in your ear. You grabbed on to his shoulders, leaving little crescent indents. You moaned as he continued to stretch you out.
“Bet your ex never made you feel this good” he said, hitting your g-spot. Your walls clenched around him. Your eyes rolled back, and you threw your head back against the pillow. “I’m getting close, sweetheart. You’re so tight” he moaned.
You pulled him into a kiss. “Need you to—faster” you begged him. He listened, speeding up his pace and bringing his thumb down to rub circles on your clit.
You could feel the coil tightening in your stomach. “Close” you mumbled. He moaned out your name as he quickened his pace. “You gonna cum with me?” He asked you, and you quickly nodded your head. It was like he was in overdrive. He was ramming into you. The sound of your skin slapping together and the squeaking of the mattress filled the room. He kept going faster, chasing his high.
“Sweetheart” he moaned, and then you could feel him cum inside of you. It was enough to send you over the edge, and your orgasm hit you. “Oh shit” he moaned, as your walls tightened around him.
You could feel yourself pulsing. You both laid like that for a while, neither of you moving. You both tried to catch your breath.
Eventually, he pulled out of you and then cleaned you both up. Bucky crawled back into bed with you and began placing kisses up and down your chest. “Can you call your dad and say you’re staying over a friend’s house?” He asked, lightly kissing your lips.
You nodded your head. “God, you’re so beautiful” he said, pulling you in for another kiss.
“Bucky, that was amazing. That was the best sex I’ve ever had. No man is ever going to measure up to that” you whispered. He smirked to himself, proud of his work. “Well I guess it’s good that this wasn’t a one-time thing” he said, running his fingers up your arm.
You had a fluttering feeling in your stomach as you listened to what he said. “It wasn’t?” You asked him, raising your eyebrows.
“Hell no, sweetheart” he said, before pulling you in for round two.
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dreamin’ | b.b
pairing : bucky barnes x reader
summary : bucky has a sex dream about you and wakes up needing release
word count: 300+ (prologue, more parts to come)
warnings : sex dream, masturbation, cum
Bucky woke glazed in a sheen of sweat. This wasn't the first time he had dreamt of you.
He hated you so much that you had begun to appear in his dreams. At first, it was harmless, though it infuriated him that not even in his sleep could he be free from your torment. It was bad enough he had to put up with you while he was awake.
But last night's dream was... different. He had dreamt that he walked in on you in the shower. Soaking wet and naked, you beckoned for him to join you. He had run his hands all over your soft, wet skin, feeling every curve as if he were actually touching you.
Just thinking about the dream, his cock was painfully swollen and very hard. Bucky lifted the waistline of his pyjamas and slipped his hand down. Taking hold of his cock, he began to pump it slowly, unable to get the image of your naked body out of his mind.
He allowed himself to think about you while he touched himself. Your beautiful hair that he wanted to tangle his fingers in. Your pink lips that he wanted to kiss, to bite. Your soft thighs that he wanted to lie between.
He thought about that time you wore a skirt and it rode up your legs as you sat down, showing off the delicate curves of your thighs. He thought about the low cut top you once wore, and how your breasts spilt out as you bent down to pick something up.
The pressure building in his cock was almost relieved. Just a few more strokes...
There was a knock at his door. "Bucky?" Your voice called from the other side.
"Fuck!" He hissed as he came all over his bare stomach, his climax ruined by the panic of being caught. "What?" He called out.
"Tony called a meeting," you told him. "Get your lazy ass out of bed."
Bucky grumbled to himself as he got out of bed to clean himself up. He was too irritated to even feel guilty for thinking of you as he came.
He definitely hated you. Was there anything you wouldn't ruin for him?
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