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didujustcallmedumb · a day ago
hi! could i make wanda x reader blurb request with 80A prompt like pietro seeing a hickey on wanda's neck and maybe chasing the reader down cuz i love protective pietro but with happy end pls
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What Is That On Your Neck? - Wanda Maximoff x Reader (NSFW 18+)
ᴍᴀɪɴ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ | ᴡᴀɴᴅᴀ ᴍᴀxɪᴍᴏꜰꜰ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ
Request: Yes!
Prompts used: 80A | “(Insert Name), is that a hickey on your neck?”
Summary: Pietro had one rule, don’t sleep with his sister. You had one favourite activity, and that was sleeping with his sister.
Word Count: 2.7K
Warnings: Swearing, Mentions of alcoholism, Mentions of sobriety, Swearing, Little bit of Angst with a happy ending.
Smut warnings: Strap-on use, Vaginal fingering (Wanda Receiving).
Author's Note: I know this was only meant to be a blurb, then it turned into a long drabble. I just can't keep things short apparently. Sorry, not sorry.😅
You pinned Wanda against her bedroom door, hiking her skirt up above her hips, assaulting her neck with your mouth. Desperate whimpers tumbled from her lips as her shaky hands started unbuttoning your shirt before pulling it from your body.
“Y/N, just give it to me,” she begged as she grabbed your wrist, moving your hand to her clothed heat and moaned at the contact. You knew that Wanda was already pushing towards her limit, you had been teasing her all evening at the meal the two of you, along with the other Avengers, were attending.
“What’s the magic word?” You muttered against the smooth skin of her neck, your hand going past the waistband of her panties and you begin to run your fingers through her folds, gathering her slick on your fingers.
Her head lulled back, a deep moan falling from her lips as you pressed 2 digits into her core and curled them skilfully. If it wasn’t for the strong hold your other arm had around Wanda’s waist, she would’ve been a pool at your feet. You moaned against her neck when you felt her walls clench around your fingers.
“You gonna cum baby, huh? Cum on my fingers, sweetheart,” you urged, your teeth grazing over the soft spot on her neck, sending Wanda over her peak as she called out your name, her fingers digging into the back of your neck.
You hummed in appreciation as you felt her juices coat your fingers before you brought them up towards your mouth, being pleasantly surprised when Wanda placed them into hers instead, not breaking eye contact with you as her tongue swirled around your digits.
“Oh fuck, princess. Such a good girl,” you praised, your hands moving to the back of her thighs to lift her up, and she bit her lip wrapping her legs tightly around your waist before slowly starting to roll her hips, her soaked pussy trailing slick onto your abdomen.
“Y/N, I need more, please.”
“I thought you’d never ask.”
You laid her down on the bed, discarding all the remaining clothing onto the floor as Wanda locked the door with her powers. Your lips attached back to Wanda’s neck gently grazing your teeth over the most sensitive areas, as multiple flows of arousal surge through Wanda’s body due to your intoxicating touch.
“Don’t leave marks, as much as I might want you to, you can’t,” Wanda complained, an unimpressed look spread across her face, she loved it when you bit and sucked on her skin but there had been too many close calls of her brother finding out.
There was ONE thing that Pietro had requested from you when the twins first arrived at the compound, and the two of you became close, and that was to not make moves on his sister and ESPECIALLY don’t sleep with her. However, unfortunately for the oblivious Pietro, your favourite activity was in fact, to sleep with his sister.
You smiled down at Wanda before pressing a tender kiss to her lips, allowing her fingers to gently graze over your face as she smiled back. She softly chewed her bottom lip and blinked slowly at you, her jade eyes full of love and adoration.
You sat back onto your calves and rummaged through her bedside draw grabbing the strap which Wanda preferred and secured it tightly around your hips. You leant down and kissed her again, this time with more hunger and passion, equally given back by Wanda as she pulled you closer to her body.
You swallowed Wanda’s moans as you bottomed out in her, your hips starting slow and then increasing speed as you got more desperate for Wanda to reach another peak. The Sokovian whimpered under your touch, her hips lifting to meet your thrusts as you gripped her chin between your thumb and index finger to force her to look at you.
“You’re so beautiful, so fucking gorgeous. Such pretty sounds coming out of your mouth babygirl, take my cock so well.”
“All for you, fuck.”
The sound of skin slapping against each other filled the room and Wanda’s nails dragged down your back, digging in harshly as you hit her g-spot over, and over.
"That's it, baby, such a good girl."
The moans that tumbled from your mouths harmonised together as you both pushed each other over the edge. You slowly pulled out of Wanda, pathetic whimpers falling from her mouth at the loss of contact. You took off the strap and you beside Wanda, holding her close to your body, and tangled your legs together.
“I love you, Wanda.”
“I love you too, Y/N.”
You smiled softly as Wanda shifted to get comfortable in your arms and you rested your head on hers, both of you falling into a blissful sleep.
You groaned walking into the kitchen, your eyes still laced with exhaustion as you smiled tiredly at Natasha who was sat at the island in the kitchen. A knowing smile spreads on Natasha’s face as she smirks at you over her mug of coffee.
“Morning Y/N, how was your night last night?”
You gave her a playful glare before rolling your eyes and grabbing some ingredients from the cupboards to make some pancakes.
“Ha, ha, ha. You’re so very funny Romanoff, why are you an Avenger when you could be a Comedian?”
She scoffed as you gave her a sarcastic smile as you started your breakfast, you made sure to make enough for Wanda too, knowing she always waits about 10 minutes to follow you into the kitchen in a morning, so Pietro doesn’t catch either of you leaving the others room.
“Where is Little Miss Maximoff this morning?”
“Being the grumpiest woman known to man, hence why I’m making pancakes. She’s moody because the lie-in we had ‘wasn’t long enough’ but it’s fine,” you smiled as you started to fry the pancakes.
“Who’s moody?”
You jump slightly at the sound of Wanda’s voice, and you turn to face her, noticing the perfectly arched brow and folded arms you stick your bottom lip out and give her your most innocent eyes.
“Nobody dear, Natasha is just being a little shit.”
“Don’t drag me into it, I didn’t say she was moody,” Natasha retorted turning her attention back to her phone as Wanda strode towards you.
You battered your eyelashes innocently, the pout still prominent on your lips as you pulled her flush against you, gently pressing a kiss to her temple as she wrapped her arms around your neck and pressed a chaste kiss to your lips before taking a seat next to Natasha.
“Here you go baby,” you smiled as you passed her the plate of pancakes, doing the same with Natasha and took a seat beside Wanda. You jumped when you felt a strong gust spin around you, immediately knowing it’s Pietro you looked at your plate and 2 of your pancakes were missing.
“You ass Pietro, if you had just asked, I’d have made you some,” you huffed as you dug back into, what was now, your last pancake, but not before sending a glare to the blonde-haired speedster. You glanced at Wanda who gave you a shy smile and your knee a reassuring squeeze before turning back to her breakfast.
“Yeah well, I didn’t wanna wait, besides I was hungry right now.”
You rolled your eyes and he smiled sitting at the table as you passed him a cup of coffee, “You’re lucky you’re my best friend, otherwise I’d have put you on your ass, I swear to god.” You finished your food and placed your plates in the sink, ready to clean up after and you sat back down and frowned at Pietro. “P, what’s wrong?”
“What is that on your neck?”
You frown confused and follow his eyes, they’ve landed on Wanda. This isn’t going to end well.
“Wanda, is that a hickey on your neck?”
Your whole body froze, Nat choked on her coffee and Wanda stopped eating and placed her cutlery down, her hand snapping to her neck and gulped. The silence in the air spoke louder than words, and Pietro’s glare looked like it was capable of murder, you made sure to give Wanda’s hand a gently squeeze as she cleared her throat.
“Sorry, what?”
“Who was it Wanda, it must be someone in the compound because I know sure as hell that the mark wasn’t there yesterday.”
“Look, I’m an adult and I can make my own decisions Pietro,” Wanda sighed as she ran her fingers through her hair, her leg beginning to bounce as her anxiety heightened.
“I don’t care, Wanda. Who put their fucking hands on you,” he bellowed, standing up after slamming his first onto the table, making Wanda jump and your jaw tensed as you stood up to be on his level.
“Don’t you DARE speak to her like that!” You shouted, not caring about the fact that you were going to give away what you and Wanda had, but you weren’t going to let anybody speak to her like that, family or not. “It was me, I did it.”
He lets out an unimpressed scoff as his eyes narrowed onto you, you could see the venom laced through them, “One thing I asked from you Y/N, as my best friend and you went behind my back and slept with my sister.”
“I don’t just sleep with your sister Pietro, I love her.”
“How long?”
“I beg your pardon?”
“How long have you been messing around with my sister, Y/N?”
You gulped slightly and twisted the rings on your fingers, the nerves in your body increasing as you realise you’ve been lying to your best friend for nearly a year, betraying him and sneaking behind his back for a year. Wanda’s grip on your hand tightened as she entwined your fingers together with hers and you glanced at Pietro.
“9 months, nearly a year. I’m sorry Pietro, we would have told you, but we knew this is exactly how you’d react. Besides, that is an awful way to put it, we’re not just ‘messing around’, we love each other.”
“Don’t give me that bullshit, Y/N. I know what you’re like, all of us do.”
You tensed your jaw, your nervousness and upset now being replaced with agitation and anger. Wanda could sense your shift of mood and stood up taking a hold of your arm, “Y/N let’s go, I’m not listening to this anymore.”
You glanced at Wanda and nodded, protectively pulling her into your side as you began to leave the kitchen. A harsh glare was thrown your way by Pietro, which you happily ignored but Wanda couldn’t.
“Pietro, stop it! It wasn’t even Y/N who initiated any of this, it was me. I got turned down so many times because she refused to hurt you, so if this is anyone’s fault it’s mine. You’ve got to understand that I love you so much P, you’re my brother, but you don’t get to control my life.”
“I’m not controlling yo-”
“Yes, you are! Now just leave me alone,” Wanda muttered as she pulled you towards her room. Pietro didn’t miss the disappointed look that was directed at him as the two of you left the kitchen. He turned towards Nat who had reached over for Wanda’s pancakes, already digging into them, and gave him a shrug.
“You’ve fucked up, P.”
“I noticed that thanks, Natasha.”
You turned to Wanda once you were in the privacy of her room and gave her a sad smile, “Come here Wands.” You opened your arms for her, wrapping them tightly around her once she slotted herself into the comfort of your body, and rested your chin on top of her head swaying you both slowly.
You gently lift her from the floor when you hear, and feel, her start to sob against your shoulder. Locking her legs and arms tightly around you, Wanda accepts the comfort of being rocked in your arms, even if it does remind her of being a small child that had just fallen over and was being comforted by a parent.
“I’ve got you sweetheart, it’s okay. I’m so sorry this has happened, I didn’t mean for it to go like this, but I refuse to let anybody speak to you like that.”
You gently sat on Wanda’s bed and moved the two of you into a laying position, Wanda comfortably laid between your legs, her head rested comfortably on her chest. Feelings were hard, being a sibling was hard; but being a twin with feelings that had to be hidden? That was damn near impossible.
You both laid silently for a few hours, your hands always on Wanda, never anywhere else. Sometimes it was gently rubbing her arm, other times it was tickling her back, but her favourite was when you ran your fingers through her thick red locks. You smile down at Wanda who’s fallen asleep against you, and you press a gentle kiss to her hairline.
You lift your head up and smile a little bit at Pietro who’s stood idly at the door of Wanda’s room. Things had never been awkward between you and Pietro, you understood that he was being protective, but you always knew you were never going to hurt Wanda, she saved you from yourself.
“Hey Piet,” you spoke quietly as you shifted slightly to keep Wanda comfortable in your arms, doing your best not to wake her up but making sure you were sat in a way that Pietro knew he had your full attention.
“You really do love her, don’t you?”
“Of course. I hadn’t planned on us falling for each other, I’m sorry we didn’t tell you, but I didn’t want to lose you, either of you.”
“You’ve changed, in a good way Y/N. You’re not that hothead who loses their temper, goes out drinking every night, screws around with random people.”
You sigh softly, internally grimacing at the mention of your old ways, oblivious to the redhead who is beginning to wake up to the sound of voices.
“I know, Wanda uh, she found me in the kitchen in a really bad way and helped me to bed, made sure I was okay. After that she kept an eye on me, made me sober up, I haven’t touched alcohol in nearly a year. She saved me, and the only thing I believe could even come close to a thank you is for me to love her and treat her the best way for the rest of our lives, if you’ll let me.”
A wide smile spread across Pietro’s face when he heard your words of reaffirmation about the love you had for his sister and he nodded, both of your attention moving to Wanda who had slowly sat up, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes.
“Wanda, I just wanna say that I’m so sorry. You and Y/N, you’re perfect for each other and I had no right to make you feel like you had to hide. I hope you can both forgive me,” he apologised sincerely, shifting his weight back and forth between his feet. “I’m gonna go now though, so before I do,” he quickly walked over to the two of you giving you both a tight hug and pressed a kiss to your heads. “I love you both, I’ll see you later.”
Neither of you even had the chance to reply before he darted from the room, the bedroom door slamming behind him. It was a massive relief now you both didn’t need to hide from Pietro, Wanda felt the same because she hated the fact she had to lie for her brother for so long. You relaxed when Wanda straddled your lap and pressed a gentle kiss to your lips, her arms wrapped loosely around your neck as you pulled her closer, both of you pulling away when oxygen became an issue.
“I am never going to hide my love for you again, Wands. I’m so glad I can just kiss and cuddle you whenever I want to.”
“Neither am I baby, and I’m not gonna stop you from doing that,” Wanda teased and rested her head on your shoulder, “I love you.”
“I love you more, Wands.”
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burnthoneymint · 2 days ago
— kinktober day twenty one. 
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welcome everyone to my first ever kinktober collab with my bff @leydileyla <3 we have both been super into marvel lately so we decided to do a marvel edition, hopefully everyone will enjoy!
**In order not to miss any of the smutty goodness please follow @leydileyla​ as well, you wont regret it!
pairing: loki / fem!reader
genre: smut / pwp
wordcount: 0.7k
warnings: established relationship, dirty talking
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“Undress.” Loki ordered simply, tearing away his black shirt and throwing it to the floor.
You were hesitant at first, the two of you just arrived home after all, but when Loki raised an eyebrow, you quickly started to undress as well. One by one, you threw each article of clothing to the floor. Once you were completely undressed, Loki wasted no time in pushing you down and slotting himself between your legs. He drank in the sight of you, his dark eyes scanning your naked body– hands sprawled above your head, chest frantically rising and falling and legs trembling. In all honesty, he was quite amused.
Leaning down, he licked a strip up your neck. Your breath hitched. He could feel the warm blood pumping beneath your flesh as he grazed his teeth against it. Loki bit into the underside of your jaw and sucked on a mark. A whine left your lips. Without even thinking, you pushed yourself further down against his knee, gasping at the friction against your clit. He parted from you, a string of saliva connecting your lips. You gazed at him between heavy lids and he clicked his tongue with annoyance. He hadn’t even done anything yet and already you were this sensitive? It was absurd.
 Loki grazed your skin with the tip of his fingers. It was odd to see you trash around and rub against him over something so minimal. His knee was drenched with sticky fluids. It was embarrassing.
 “You’re making such a mess,” he snarled. “I haven’t even properly touched you yet. Are you that eager for me to fuck you?”
Your reply came out as a throaty moan. Loki wanted to laugh. The fact that you were this turned on from so little baffled him. His fingertips latched on to your erect nipple, pinching and tugging at it. Your hiss only made him pull on the nub harder. He smirked as your back arched at the pain shooting through your body, your wet cunt grazing his thigh.
 “I bet,” he purred, lips moving against your neck. “I can make you cum with just my knee and my words. What do you say, y/n?” 
He dug his knee into your cunt and pressed against your clit. Your whole body jolted up as you screamed out.  Loki pulled away, chuckling at the sight. Your brows were knitted together as you panted, trying to catch your breath. Your half lidded eyes were unfocused and your whole body quivered on top of him.
 “Look at you, so hungry for me,” cooed Loki. “You truly look beautiful like this. Panting like a dog in heat--” 
“That’s it love, just say my name over and over again.” Loki stared at you with delight. “You can’t even talk properly, can you?” 
Loki watched curiously as you whined and blinked blearily at him. His cock strained painfully against his pants, teasing you was fun but he desperately wanted to be inside you and feel your pretty pussy squeezing around him. But of course he couldn’t, he had a promise to fulfill. 
He parted his lips to speak but before he could, Loki noticed your hips starting to move. Slowly you raised your hips and grind, moaning as your clit rubbed against his knee. Loki’s grin widened, he quickly leaned into your ear and blew a puff of air. You took a sharp breath as your back arched, your eyelids fluttering and eyes watering at the sensation. 
“So naughty,” he whispered, his voice deep and soft. “Are you going to cum like this? Mortals truly are a delight--” 
He pressed his knee further in and you moaned his name as your hands gripped his arms. Your body tensed and for a short while Loki feared that you blacked out. You trembled and your eyes glistened with fresh tears, Loki looked down only to see his trousers drenched, a dark stain gradually becoming bigger and bigger. His cock twitched. 
“Fuck,” he said, bewildered. “You’re absolutely gorgeous like this,” 
A soft smile tugged at your lips as your orgasm started to fade, Loki quickly leaned and placed a kiss. You giggled at the ticklish sensation, his smile growing, Loki buried his face into your neck and breathed in your scent. 
“I want to see you do that again.” 
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angelkhi · 2 months ago
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
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"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.
Fucking shit.
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.
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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."
"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.
Holy fuck.
"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.
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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.
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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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qyllenhaal · a month ago
Groupie Luv
Rockstar!Bucky x Reader. 3rd POV. Word Count: 10.4k.
Summary: Y/n wasn't sure how the night attending her first concert would go, but she certainly didn't expect to get her cherry picked by her favorite rockstar.
Warnings: AU! Set in the 70s. Dark themes (!!!), loss of virginity, innocence kink, reader lies about her age (but she is of age), age gap, religious undertones, power dynamics, alcohol mention and consumption, drug mention, smut: unprotected sex, creampie, degradation, use of the word “daddy”, pet names, ending is kind of fluffy though!
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The ID card in her head read "Date of birth: 04/30/1956" and her hometown was "New York, New York". The only thing faker than her ID is the worn-out fur coat she wears to shield her from the cold of the night.
Y/n had to do a lot of lying and convince her mother to let her stay a week with her cousin Barbie for Spring Break. Despite being her niece, Y/n's mother does not trust Barbie, and the truth is that she is justified in that. Barbie is a bad influence in the eyes of the family. She dropped out of college her Freshman year to travel throughout America with her new boyfriend who was older than her and touring with his band. She told the family that she wanted to "find herself" and that she wouldn't be back. The world of hurt and anger she caused Y/n's aunt rubbed off on Y/n's mother and her already strict parents decided their efforts weren't enough.
Barbie didn't make another appearance around the family until a year-and-a-half after dropping out of school. She had dropped the touring boyfriend, but now she was living in New York with a much older man. It didn't make the family anymore happier, but after thinking she was the dead body of a girl found in the woods out in Colorado that's been in the headlines, they kept their judgment of her life to themselves.
She caused all that drama, yet Y/n still looks up to her. She would brag to her high school friends about her cool cousin dating rockstars and traveling the world. Without many other girls in her extended family, it was easy for Y/n to want to emulate Barbie and treat her as if she was an older sister. Her life sounded fun, not dangerous like her mother would say. Barbie is living a fast life, but she is young, gorgeous, and not tied to the responsibilities of college studies. At the age of 26, she always has an adventurous story to tell Y/n when she finds time to phone her.
Y/n herself is too scared to ever try to live a life like Barbie's life. She is not fond of taking risks due to her strict upbringing, but that didn't stop her from fantasizing. A life where all she had to do was look pretty, wear pretty clothes, and be somewhat of a socialite sounded like a life of leisure. Every phone call Barbie was selling a dream to Y/n unbeknownst to her.
But, at the end of the day, Y/n is a good girl. She's attending the college of her parent's choice (one that is conveniently close to home) and majoring in what her father suggested. She doesn't break the rules, she doesn't lie, and she stays away from boys like she was told to do.
When Spring break began to approach, her cousin's phone call became more frequent. She was often too busy with school and her sorority duties to answer the phone when she was at home. But Barbie did end up catching Y/n one night and she was begging her little cousin to come and visit her.
"I want to show my little cousin New York," she slurred. Y/n was slightly uncomfortable that Barbie was calling her while drunk, but she didn't know what to say to her about it without sounding rude. "I can come home and come and get you! We can lie about where we're going."
"I don't know," Y/n kept her voice low in case her parents were close. As much as she fantasized about Barbie's lifestyle, actually living it would be a behemoth of a thing.
"C'mon Y/n!" She whined, "don't you want to get away from your parents for once in your life?"
"I-I...I just don't know, Barbie. What would we tell them? I don't think my mom really trusts you, no offense."
Barbie laughs down the line. She knows what her aunt and the rest of her family thinks of her and she just doesn't care. She's 26 and having too much fun to worry about her family's puritanical ways. The only thing she didn't want was for the family to turn her baby cousin against her. There is more to life than obeying your parent’s every demanding wish, and there is honestly no incentive if you do.
“Don’t worry. I’ll talk to her about it.”
“I still don’t know-“
“You don’t want to have fun with your favorite cousin? I think we’ll have so much fun,” Y/n can hear her pouting on the other side of the phone. She was so good at guilt tripping people that she just might be able to convince Y/n’s mother to let her visit for Spring Break, “besides, what’s that one band you love? They’re named after a fruit…is it Tangerine? No…it’s Cherry, right?” Barbie knows how to get to people, and she got to Y/n.
Y/n's mother does not let her listen to rock music or anything with guitars. She has to go to her friend Cindy's house if she wants to listen to anything that isn’t the gospel. They listened to Cindy’s brother's vinyl's from time to time. The very first time Cindy put on a record for her, it was a Pink Floyd LP, Y/n thought God was going to strike her down for disobeying her mother. Cindy thought she was a bit of a freak, but the two had known each other since 2nd grade and knew that Y/n was only that way because of her mother. Y/n’s parents didn’t know that Cindy’s parents had sort of turned into hippies. She was somehow miraculously able to keep it from them.
Y/n didn’t know what to make of the music Cindy showed her at first. It was loud and she sometimes couldn’t understand the lyrics. Around the 5th or 6th time of her going to Cindy’s house to listen to rock records, something clicked for her and Y/n was in love. The heavy drums, driving guitars, and the way these men dressed would give her mother a heart attack if she knew her daughter was listening to secular music.
She liked anything Cindy put on, but her favorite was Cherry. They were not as famous as the bands Cindy favored. Y/n found the record when digging through a pile of the records Cindy's brother left in the downstairs den. Y/n never fangirled over a band up until the moment she convinced Cindy to spin that album on the turntable. She became obsessed with the first seconds of the first track; it was love at first listen.
Once she listened to them, she began to see them everywhere. She wanted to believe it was a coincidence, but Cindy’s mom told them once that coincidences are really “signs from the universe.” Y/n didn’t know what she believed, but she could stop seeing the name “Cherry” everywhere. When the girls at school would pass around magazines to fawn over the shirtless rockstars, Y/n would tear out the pages with Cherry on them before anyone else could get their hands on it. She collected every page that had them or the lead singer James plastered on it, covered in a fur that cost more than her tuition.
James was her wet dream; a man with "no morals" like her mother would say. She did not know what she wanted in a man, but he drove her absolutely wild and her thoughts were wrought with fantasies of him. They called him “Bucky”, and when they played on the late night variety shows, the girls in the audience were all calling his name. He distracted her from her school work and she didn't even know him personally. Maybe it was the bad boy image that got her going. He was unlike any man she’s seen before, and she’s completely enamored by him and his flashy clothing. She had dreams about him and all ended with her waking up in a hot daze. She was in love with him, only knowing a few facts and details about him, but she felt so drawn to him. She doesn't like to lie, but she would lie even to her pastor for Bucky.
"This is what a real man looks like," one of her friends would coo. They would fawn over Bucky and Y/n would get jealous as if he was her man. In her mind, he was her man. None of the other girls in her sorority cared for him until Y/n started hanging up his photos in her dorm. She knows he’s good looking, but she doesn’t want to share him.
Now she has an opportunity to see him in the flesh. Y/n couldn’t believe that this was happening to her. Barbie is essentially handing this opportunity to her, but she’s still stuck in the grips of her parents. When she’s away at school she can do whatever she wants because she’s a few towns away.
“How are you going to convince my parents to let me visit you?”
Y/n always found Barbie to be sneaky, but teenage Barbie has nothing on adult Barbie. Her charisma is almost lethal and how she was able to convince the most religious woman on the east coast to let her 19 year-old go to New York City for Spring Break was mind-boggling. Y/n was still in disbelief even as her plane landed at JFK and Barbie and her boyfriend waited for her in the lobby.
She had landed in New York just three days before Cherry was set to play at The Bottom Line venue. Y/n was out of her home state for the first time, but she couldn't bring herself to care about sightseeing or eating a New York slice of a pizza for the first time, not when she was so close to seeing Cherry in person.
The days went slower than she liked but it did give her time to figure out what she was going to wear. Barbie offered her her closet of clothes. Y/n was shocked to see the amount of designer clothing she had. Halston and Thea Porter hung on hangers that also looked expensive. Y/n had questions about how Barbie was able to afford all of this. She didn't make the connection that Barbie's boyfriend, who was pushing 40 and has her living in a penthouse, is not her boyfriend, but more of a sugar daddy.
"Does it matter what I wear?"
"Of course it does! Don't you want a chance of getting picked out of the crowd?"
Y/n didn't understand what Barbie meant until the day came and she had to wait in line outside of the venue with everyone else dying to get inside. She thought the velvet dress, fur, and platform boots Cindy told her to wear was out of character for her. Her outfit was influenced by Barbie's wall — like Jane Birkin, Donna Summer, Stevie Nicks, and Bianca Jagger. Yet, she had the aura of Jackie Kennedy and it showed how she was nervous even in the way she carried herself. The platforms made her taller, but they also made her walk unsteady. She felt like a movie character, or like this was Halloween and she's in costume. She was out of place, yet she had one thing on her mind like every other girl in the crowd: catching the eye of Cherry's lead vocalist Bucky.
Y/n was almost eye to eye with the venue's bouncer as she stepped up to him. She handed him her ticket before he ripped a part of it off.
"ID," he demands rather rudely.
Y/n pulls the fake ID out of her bra and hands it to him. Barbie's advice of "staying calm" repeats in her head to make herself look less suspicious, but the bouncer still eyes her like he knows she's lying. He holds the plastic up to her face to compare the photo on the ID and the real life version. The photo was so obscure but if he were to stare at it then he'd know right away that it's not Y/n. However the make-up and red lipstick Barbie put on her lips made her look older.
"Alright, go in — Next!"
Y/n was relieved when he gave her access to the venue. When she heard the concert was age restricted, she was afraid that her whole trip was going to be ruined until Barbie produced a fake ID for her. Tonight she is 22-years-old.
Everyone packed themselves in the venue's main room like sardines in a can. Y/n was so hot in her fur coat, but she had nowhere to put it. People looked at her as if she was dying for attention because the other girls had discarded their coats to show off their revealing outfits. They must've found a coat room that Y/n missed when she was rushing to the pit. She remembers when she would judge the girls from high school whose lives revolved around boys, but here she is now dressed like a wannabe Penthouse model. The way her dress shows off her boobs just screams "take me backstage and fuck me!" Barbie said that it was a good thing while it left Y/n feeling unnerved.
She doesn't have much time to stay in her head because the opening act comes on the stage. She's never heard of them before, but their music is so loud she can barely enjoy it. The only concert she has been to was her church's annual Christmas concert. These Hymns were not to God, but to sex and drugs.
"Hey!" Y/n is surprised that she can hear the guy next to her over the music. He's a bit taller than her, but she still comes up to his chin thanks to her platforms. He's not deterred by the music as he continues and asks, "do you want a drink?" His eyes move from hers and straight to her breast once the words leave his mouth.
"Um, no thank you," she yells at him over the music. She's never drank before and she's too scared for her first time having alcohol to be at a rock concert.
Instead of politely saying goodbye to her, he scoffs and mutters, "bitch" before walking away. She's left standing there dumbfounded by his rudeness — no one has ever talked to her like that before.
No one in the crowd was polite. Y/n didn't expect everyone to stand still, but she also didn't expect to constantly be shoved by people trying to get closer. They were aggressive so she let them push past her in fear of getting hurt. She was completely out of place despite being dressed like every other girl in the room.
People were making out and the smell of smoke was thick in the air. She begins to wonder how long until Cherry comes on. She didn't care for this opening act at all. A few people are bobbing and swaying to the music they’re playing, but not many seem all enthused.
They were off in 15 minutes before the stage lights dimmed again. Y/n felt another push from the crowd, from people dying to get close. She’s almost overwhelmed by the atmosphere. Despite looking like she fits in, she sticks out like a sore thumb. She doesn’t understand that many of the girls in this room have traveled to attend multiple Cherry concerts just for the mere chance of having a taste of Bucky. They had their tits out and showed off their long legs despite the remnants of northern winter weather lingering in the air. She felt out of her element. That is until the house lights dimmed and the stage lights began to blare.
A collective gasp from the crowd followed by the first few screams when the band walks on the stage. Y/n didn’t think the room could get any louder until Bucky was the last one to saunter onto the stage.
Just like everyone else, she falls under his spell. His hair is longer from being on tour, making him look dreamier. He walks to the edge of the stage and just stands there as the crowd gets louder for him like he’s a walking god. Y/n is not exempt from screaming her lungs out either. She forgos all of her manners and reservations.
The first chords of the guitar rip through the venue and vibrate throughout her body. There are three other people on stage, but her eyes are trained on Bucky. He’s as charismatic as a televangelist, yet as gorgeous as a Hollywood actor. He gyrates his hips much to the excitement of the girls in the audience. He’s walking sex and his voice is like soft velvet. The little black and white TV at Cindy’s house did not do him justice. Y/n’s mother would call him filth, but he’s hot filth.
“How’s everyone doin’ tonight?”
He’s met with screams from the audience which makes him smirk.
Y/n recognized the opening riff to her favorite Cherry song. Her eyes lit up and her screams morph with the girl’s surrounding her. The song was clearly a fan favorite as everyone in the crowd began to move their bodies. Everyone was unintentionally grinding on each other. Y/n had no reservations about the bodies pressed up against her as she eyed Bucky who was walking towards the edge of the stage. The people on the rails reached out to him, dying for even the smallest touch. Y/n was too far away to be within reach of him, but she swears his eyes glance over her in the crowd. It’s not a coincidence because a few seconds later he catches her eyes and smirks when he sees the dumbfounded look on her face. It’s a moment that Y/n is going to write down in her diary for the next year or so. Her friends might not even believe her when she tells them, but she knows for a fact his eyes scanned over her.
The magic of the night is over quicker than Y/n wished. Cherry played their last song, and then they played an encore. Adrenaline was still coursing through Y/n’s veins and she didn’t want to leave the venue. She lingered in her spot for a little bit before realizing that half of the crowd had already left. It was time to call it a night since Barbie was probably back at the penthouse waiting for her. However, Y/n is stopped dead in her tracks by someone grabbing onto her coat.
“Hey you!”
Panic began to set in as the authoritative voice yelled at her. She remembers that the ID she used to get in was fake and figures she’s been found out. She’s sure she’s not the only one who used a fake ID to enter the venue but she sure does stick out with her fur coat. The man has a grip on her and she’s forced to turn around and face him. It was a bouncer, but it wasn’t the same one who let her in. She was slightly relieved, but still on edge from being grabbed so roughly.
“Come with me.”
Y/n has no choice but to walk with him. She’s almost stumbling over her platforms but she manages to keep herself upright. It doesn’t take long before she realizes that the bouncer is taking her backstage. She thought it was her lucky day, but she is yet to understand the implications of what this all means. Barbie had tried to give her a talk about this just in case something like this were to happen to her.
“W-Where are you taking me?” Y/n finally decides to ask when she walks past a few stage hands and girls who are dressed in a similar fashion as her.
He doesn’t say anything, just keeps walking until they reach the area he was told to take her. It was a large greenroom filled with women, alcohol, and drugs, but most importantly, the members of Cherry filled the room. Y/n’s eyes flashed over the lines of a powdery, white substance and prescription pill bottles. There was a musky smell in the room mixed with cigarette ash; everyone had something in their hand that they were smoking. Discarded beer bottles laid on the floor, especially around the couch that the bouncer stopped in front of.
“Is this the girl you wanted?”
On the couch, sandwiched between two blondes, was Bucky. One of the women was rubbing chest while the other had her face planted in his neck. They weren’t acting normal, Y/n thought to herself, they were seemingly out of it and running on auto-pilot. She was sort of concerned for them, but she couldn’t pull her eyes away from the rockstar that was staring right back at her.
“Yes it is,” he says matter-of-factly. He finishes up his cigarette and discards the butt on the floor. He stands up and he’s so damn tall. If it wasn’t for her platforms then Y/n would have to tilt her head to look up at him. The women who were all over him were pissed that he moved from his spot, but he didn’t care about them at all.
Bucky was trying really hard to break his habit of picking a girl out of the crowd and having security bring her to him once the show was over and done with. That’s why he attempted to surround himself with old hook-ups he knew were a sure bet. It was just too risky and the safe bets knew him well enough to satisfy him. But he has a sweet tooth he wants to satisfy tonight and the pretty thing in the crowd looked too damn sweet to pass up. He steps closer to her as he crushes his cigarette butt under one foot. He can smell the innocence on her like a cheap perfume — Bucky knows when a sweet girl is playing dress-up for the night.
The room is so hot, making Y/n sweat under fur. Being surrounded by so much going on that she can’t quite explain was making her nervous. Bucky could see it written all over her face that this is her first time being in an environment like this.
“Wanna step outside, sweetheart?”
The name had her melting and nodding her head. She follows him outside to the back where Cherry’s tour bus is parked in the back. The night air hits her and it’s the equivalent of jumping into a pool on a hot day. She was so cold earlier when she was waiting to get into the venue, but now she appreciates the cooler temperature.
“Can I see your ID?”
This was the last question Y/n expected him to ask, but she figures he just wants to be safe and be assured that she’s not under the age of 18. She hands him the fake ID and hopes that it works on him.
“Dolly. Pretty name,” he hands the ID back to her. Y/n thought she was in the clear until he places his hand on the other side of her head and his body is so close to hers that her back is to the wall. A scowl sits on his face and she worries that she’s fucked up. “Word of advice. Next time you get a fake ID, make sure there aren’t any typos. High schoolers aren’t my thing, sweetheart.”
“I’m not a high schooler!” Y/n says a bit too fast. Her heart is racing so fast, but she doesn’t want their time together to end even if she doesn’t know where this is going, “I’m in college…I’m 20.”
Bucky is hesitant to believe her. He doesn’t want to get caught up with someone who is lying about their age. However, he decides to take her word for her. He doesn’t think she looks that young, just unsuspecting. The whorish make-up she’s wearing can’t cover up the fact that she looks like Bambi. He finds it so damn cute.
“You wanna tell me your real name baby?”
“It’s Y/n,” she bats her lashes at him as he observes her face. His eyes landed on her lips, painted a vibrant red. The primal urges in him want to see it smeared all over her face. It’s been a long, long time since Bucky has such an innocent little thing right in front of him. He can only assume that she’s pure and untouched.
“Pretty name for a pretty girl. What are you doing out here with an old man like me? You probably have a little boyfriend at home, a girl as pretty as you.”
“I-I don’t-“
“C’mon now, don’t lie to me again,” this time he’s joking with her. Y/n is in a great state of disbelief that a rockstar is interested in her. He’s looking at her with hunger in his eyes which Y/n mistakes for adoration. The boys on her campus don’t find her cute, but a rockstar does. And not just any rockstar, but her favorite rockstar. Bucky knows what effect he’s having on her. He can feel her legs trembling as he presses himself up against her, her back hard against the wall, “do I make you nervous?”
Y/n stupidly nods her head. She should’ve said no, but she can’t lie to him, not when she’s staring into his blue eyes.
“I don’t want you to be nervous for me, pretty girl,” he tucks a loose piece of hair behind her ears. She almost looks like a cute puppy he wants to scoop up and keep as his. “You got me all riled up, teasing me looking all cute while I’m on stage.”
Y/n knew she wasn’t seeing things when his eyes flashed over her when she was in the crowd. She had to thank Barbie later because her cousin making her wear this ridiculous outfit is paying off.
“I couldn’t stop myself from getting hard,” he continued, “if I had my way, I would’ve brought you on stage and taken you in front of the entire audience. But, I don’t think you’re that kind of girl, and I’m right, aren’t I?”
No amount of make-up and perfume can cover up that she’s a virgin. She’s awkward and doesn’t wear sexiness that well. Bucky has dealt with his fair share of nervous girls who are fans of his. Y/n stumbles over every word every time Bucky asks her a question. She doesn’t even try to flirt or try to be sexy. She’s unlike those women that were just all over him 10 minutes ago, but he likes that. The same old thing gets stale when you have it over and over again. He needs something new, something sweet, to satisfy him.
“I bet you parents don’t even know you’re here,” he caresses her cheek with the back of his hand, “their sweet, little daughter who studies real, real hard in college so she can make something of herself. Bet they’d be shocked to find out she’s trying to get fucked by a nasty man like me. Is that what you want, princess? Want me to take you to into that bus and fuck the shit out of you?”
Y/n unintentionally whines, “yes.” His spell is complete and she’s completely enamored. She doesn’t care that she’s inexperienced or that she was saving herself for “someone special.” She’s grinding herself against Bucky like a bitch in heat and he’s enjoying every second of it. If he told her to jump, she’d ask him, “how how?” She wants him so bad and she wants to be wanted by him even more.
“Well, c’mon then,” he grabs her hand and leads her towards the tour bus. Her hand is soft in his calloused one. She’s sure he uses his hands to work hard, playing guitar and writing lyrics all day; she cannot wait to feel those rough hands on her body.
The mix of cigarettes and weed is even worse on the bus. The windows are all closed which makes it stuffy inside. It’s not silent though, as Y/n can hear moaning coming from the small room in the back. They walk past make-shift bunk beds and Y/n wonders just how safe it is to live on a tour bus. Surely they have fun in it though because there are discarded condoms on the floor. The moaning gets louder and Y/n is able to make out the words of a woman begging to be fucked harder. Her eyes widen when she hears the filth coming from the woman’s back. “That’s going to be us, sweetheart,” Bucky whispers into her ear. Y/n can almost faint from how hot she feels.
Bucky bangs on the door only to be met with someone yelling at him on the other side of the door. He bangs on it again and yells, “get out of my room!” It was no surprise that the lead singer got his own private room while his band mates and roadies slept on the shitty beds. Y/n, who would normally be turned off by rudeness, doesn’t care at all. She wants whoever is behind that door to leave so he can lay her down in the bed.
Out comes the drummer of Cherry with a brunette right behind him. She’s wearing a tight, black dress that she threw on haphazardly. Y/n avoids making eye contact with either of them as they pass her up. Bucky keeps a firm grip on her hand as they become the ones to occupy the room.
Y/n takes a second to look around his small room. It’s much nicer and cleaner than the rest of the tour bus. Some of Bucky’s clothes are hanging in a small closet; a few items that Y/n recognizes from his TV appearances hang in there.
“Come here little one.”
Bucky wraps his large arm around her waist and forces her close to his body. She gasps when she connects with his chest. His button up has a few buttons undone and she’s face to face with his bare chest. He looks so fine, like a man that can split her in half and she’ll say thank you afterward.
He pushes her down against the bed and Y/n looks up at him, waiting almost impatiently for his next move.
“Take that coat off baby. Don’t hide your body from me.”
He stands there like he has the ultimate authority over her because he knows he does. She peels the fur jacket off of her body to reveal her velvet dress. It’s tight on her pretty body and Bucky wants to see that go next.
“Take that off for me too, baby. I want to see how beautiful you look under all those clothes.”
Y/n cheeks grow hot. She’s hesitant to undress herself in front of him because she’s never undressed herself in front of a man before. Her body was to be concealed and protected like a sanctuary. She feels like a sinner with each article of clothing being pulled off of her body. Her stupid little brain doesn’t consider anything she’s been taught growing up; they’re replaced by Bucky and the way his hard gaze flutters over her body. She sits on his bed for him, completely nude, with a demure look in her eye. Bucky groaned at the sight of her virgin body. Her skin looked so soft, untouched by anyone in a nefarious way. Her nipples were hard from being out in the cold. After taking in her entire body, his eyes finally landed on her sweet cunt. He could barely see it because her legs were clamped shut, but he forced her open by using his foot to nudge her legs open. The leather of his shoes felt expensive as it rubbed against her ankle. She slowly parts her legs to reveal herself to him. Her virgin cunt is puffy and wet for him. Bucky has always had that effect on women; making them wet without even touching them yet.
“Don’t you look so darling for me,” he compliments. No matter how nervous she is, Bucky knows using sweet words is going to make her do anything he wants. She looks like sin despite being so sweet and innocent. Bucky swore off fucking random girls for the rest of his tour, but he’s never been more happier to be weak to temptation.
"You're not the first virgin I fucked, but it's been a while so bare with me if I'm not patient."
Bucky just wants to touch her. He wants to turn her around and pound into her while her ass ripples against his hips. The urge to be less than nice is taking over him. He will enjoy the pleasures of the flesh tonight.
"You've at least used that mouth before, right?" He began to take off his belt and unbuckle his bell bottoms. She shakes her head no in response to him. She's completely pure and untouched; Bucky cannot contain himself. "I'll show you what to do princess."
Y/n is afraid she won't be good at pleasing him. He's had so many women, much sexier and mature women, suck his cock and please him. She's heard classmates talk about giving their boyfriends' handjobs and blowjobs, but she's never even seen another man naked.
Bucky sits on the bed next to her and rubs her thigh. She cannot pull her eyes away from the bulge in his pants. He looks like he's big.
"Get down on your knees for me sweet girl."
Y/n kneels before him like she does when she prays to God. When she prays for what she wants most in life, she'd never think of asking for something like this.
"Fuck, you look so cute down there. Such a pretty little thing."
Bucky slightly lifts himself off the bed to pull his pants down and free his cock. He knew going commando would make his night better because his cock springs out with ease. Y/n is staring at his length with eyes so wide. He's so big she doesn't think he can fit in her hand let alone her mouth or pussy.
"Go 'head and touch it," he gently nudges. The softness in his voice gives her a false sense of security. She imagines that he's going to be so nice and sweet to her tender body tonight, he just needs to be warmed up.
Her hand moves slowly and she wraps her nimble fingers around his length. She shudders when she feels the weight of him in her palm. Her eyes shoot up at Bucky's face when he sighs at the light squeeze she gives him. It's just a small gesture, but his mind is already making her the star of his fantasies. He needs more from her or else he's going to explode. He wants to consume all of her, turn her from something sweet into something nasty by using all parts of her body for his pleasure. Once he's through with her tonight, she's his; she'll be absolutely ruined for anyone else. He's going to fuck her until she's dumb and can only say his name.
"Move your hand, baby."
Y/n obeys but her hand only moves up and down a little bit. His cock is dry and she wonders if it hurts him. He's grunting which she cannot tell is a good thing or not.
"Do you — do you want me to lick your cock Bucky?" She asks so sweetly.
He's a grown man, he should be able to control himself better, but he almost cums all over her face. The way she talks with such a soft, yet curious voice is going to kill him.
"Yea baby...go ahead and start licking my cock."
She sticks out her pink cock and the wet muscle connects with the underside of Bucky's cock. He shivers at the feeling of her wet tongue on his cock. She licks him again like she's a little kitten. Her tongue is weak against his cock, it feels good, but it's not enough.
"Lick me harder baby."
Y/n apples more pressure to his cock. She grabs the base of his cock to keep it still for herself. She's heard girls say their boyfriend's dick didn't taste good at all, but she likes how Bucky tastes. His flesh is a bit salty from being on stage an hour ago, but it's not bad at all. Every lick elicits a reaction from him that makes her feel all good inside. All she wants is to be wanted by her dream man, and she's proud of herself for getting him to moan. However, she can't help but compare herself to the hypothetical women in his past. She pushes herself a bit further to beat them in this imaginary competition. She licks all the way up to the tip before letting her tongue run over the very top. It's been days since he's cum, tour was killing him, and he cock was more sensitive than usual.
Bucky is waring with himself; he wants to keep watching her learn her way around a big cock, but a dark part of him wants to grab her head and fuck her face. Her make-up is still intact and he's keen on ruining it.
"Open that mouth," his voice is not as soft as he gives her the demand. She obeys him like the good girl she is and his cock is sliding into her mouth. She only has a few minutes to adjust before he's sawing his cock into her mouth. "That's it princess — relax your throat for me." That mouth of hers is so, so special. If her mouth feels like silk then he can only imagine what her untouched cunt feels like.
The tip of his cock hit the back of her throat and she gags on a cock for the first time in her life and she almost panics. "Uh-uh, it's okay baby, just relax that throat," he groans. Her mouth is too warm and wet for him to stop fucking her face. He'll take it slowly for now, but he won't be able to contain himself for much longer. Her tongue slides against the underside of his cock and purposely presses against it. The moan he lets out tells her that she's doing better than she thought she would. Bucky has a grip on her head that's getting tighter and tighter.
Bucky couldn't hold back as he fucked her velvet mouth. His cock was a wide fit in her mouth, causing Y/n's jaw to feel sore. He kept battering the back of her throat with his cock, making her gag harder than before. They were creating such a mess with her saliva clinging to her chin and falling down into globs on her tits.
Y/n can barely form a coherent thought. It was becoming harder to breath but Bucky was so lost in fucking her throat that he thought nothing of her groans; until she's tapping his thigh to let her breath. He pulls his hips back and she gasps for air. "Good little girl," he grits. A connecting string of spit begins from his cock and ends on her smeared lips. He's kind enough to give her ten seconds to collect herself before he's back to using the throat.
Bucky feels himself about to blow in her mouth. He doesn't want to waste his cum, although he would love to see her face and pretty tits painted with it. He only fucks her face for a few more minutes before pulling out altogether.
"On the bed girl."
Y/n was relieved that he was done with her throat. Her jaw was beginning to become sore. Bucky gets a good look at her face one she's spread out on his soft bed for him. The tears ruined her eye make-up and her red lips were smudged. The residue of her lipstick is covered on his cock which he quickly fists off. He loved using her throat, but it was time to turn his attention onto her.
"Look how pretty you sweet and innocent for me," he coos.
As he climbs over her, Y/n wonders how she got so lucky. Bucky looks so gorgeous on top of her, and he looks at her as if she's good enough to eat. She can taste the alcohol on his soft lips as he kisses her. She wants him to consume every inch of her. She wants to be corrupted and doesn't care if God is looking down on her with shame.
Bucky's hand holds onto her hips as he pins her down. She's not going anywhere but just being able to control her body is so fun for him. His lips trail away from her lips and to her jawline. He sucks and kisses at her skin until he's nipping at her sensitive neck. She sighs and wiggles her body against his. The skin is almost ticklish because it's never been dealt with in this manner. Someone kissing her skin is so foreign, but she's already addicted to how it feels to be kissed and touched by him.
"Pretty fucking tits," he murmurs to himself when he travels further down her body.
Bucky gropes her breast until he has to take a nipple into his mouth. She sighs, still holding back her moans in shyness, when his wet mouth connects with her nipples. Every part of her body is sensitive to his touch, but her nipples are incredibly hard that it almost hurts. He maintains his gaze on her face to watch her reaction as he sucks and paws at the flesh of her body. He switches from one nipple to the other, swirling his tongue around her sensitive bud. His tongue presses flatly against her nipple, only to spring back up when he pulls his mouth away.
"It's safe to assume that no one has eaten that sweet cunt of yours?"
The way he crassly puts it makes Y/n want to hide her face. She turns her head to the side, but Bucky grabs her jaw to make her face him again. He smirks when he sees the nervous look on her face. Of course no one has gone down on her, he knows that, but it's so much more fun to hear her say it herself.
"Answer me sweetheart."
" one has been down there before," she stammers.
It's her lucky day because the first man to go down on her is one that absolutely loves eating pussy. He loves feeling a woman squirm underneath him as he holds her hips down and devours her cunt. Y/n's puffy pussy is so enticing to him that he has to feast on her. And feast he will.
"Spread those legs a little wider for me baby. Let me make you feel good."
Y/n listens to him, but she's still unsure about him going down on her.
"Are you sure Bucky?"
"Am I sure about what?"
"Going down...there," she was so embarrassed that he made her say it out loud. Talking about sex makes her feel unsexy. She's also afraid he won't like how she tastes.
Bucky sits up and leans over her. Their noses are touching and his lips barely touch hers. "I've never been so sure baby," his words ghost across her lips.
Bucky sits back up on knees, a devilish smile playing on his face. He spreads Y/n's legs further apart. The sound of her wet folds separating as her legs part makes him feel feral. Even her cunt glistens in the little lighting they have. Y/n has never been so wet or turned on in her life. Bucky could slide right in if he wanted to. Instead he descends on her pussy for the taste he's been dying to get since he spotted her in the crowd.
His hands cup her ass and he brings her pussy up to his mouth. The first contact with his tongue on her pussy makes Y/n's mind melt.
"Buck — oh my god!" She couldn't hold back her cries of pleasure even if she wanted to.
That's what Bucky wants to hear from her. He wants to hear her call out his name like she's his desperate whore. Her little pussy is just as sweet as he expected.
In just a few seconds she's begging him for more. Bucky is loving every second of this. The way her hot flesh feels against his tongue and how she's falling apart at the seams just from him licking her folds. He hasn't shown her nothing yet in terms of pleasing her body, and yet the pretty, little virgin is crying out for him to keep devouring her precious pussy.
"It feels so good Bucky — ahh!"
Her moans are just as cute as her. Bucky hums into her pussy as his tongue dives between her folds. Every time he slides his tongue closer to her clit he gets a louder reaction. He knows the moment he attaches his mouth to it that it's going to drive her crazy; she's going to have her first orgasm on his tongue.
When his lips finally wrap around her clit, the most obscene moans escape Y/n's mouth. Bucky is so turned on by the sound of her cries that he ruts himself against the bed. He wants to fuck into her so bad already, but this pussy is just too good to pull his mouth away from. His whole body is heated as more of her arousal flows into his mouth. Her clit is so sensitive but that doesn't stop him from sucking harshly on the bud. Y/n begins to paw at his head in an attempt to push him away; she's utterly overwhelmed. But, Bucky just locks his arms around her thighs and keeps his mouth on her. The look in his eyes tells her to stop and let him do his job. Y/n tries, she desperately tries to control her body, but it just feels too good to stay still.
The cry of his name becomes so familiar on her tongue. She's still so nervous but she gives herself no choice but to surrender herself to him. Each moment they go further and further until Y/n is pushed to the edge of a new limit for herself. Her body feels light and heavy at the same time. She's nearly done for when a finger makes its way into her pussy, followed by a second. Bucky scissors his fingers out in her pussy to stretch her for him. She's so slick and wet, but he wants her to get accustomed to an intrusion in her little cunt. He massages her walls with the pads of his fingers. They clench around him before beginning to spasm. His fingers just push her closer to her first, and hardest orgasm of her life.
Y/n does not like to swear, but the situation warrants it as her body goes under. Her vision is obscured by patches of white in her eyes. She begins to babble as if she's cock drunk and she hasn't even gotten his cock yet. She underestimated how a mouth and two fingers could bring her to her knees metaphorically. If it wasn't for how broken her mind is, she'd be crying out 'I love you' over and over again.
Bucky pulls his fingers out and laps at her sweetness. He doesn't take too much time licking up her nectar because his cock is so hard and looking for its home. Her pussy is perfect for him
"I'm gonna fuck you until you cry," he groans as he sits up and grabs the base of his cock.
The head of his cock is aimed right at her pussy. It's so hard that it almost looks painful for him. She hates to kill his momentum, but she has to ask, "shouldn't we use a condom?" Her voice is weak from the orgasm that just wore her out. Even on autopilot her anxiousness gets the best of her.
Bucky pauses. He's a little annoyed by her question as he believes she should just go with what's happening.
"I wanna feel all of you baby — besides, I'm clean."
Bucky was not going to fuck that pussy with a condom. There is no way he was going to slide his thick cock into that virgin pussy without feeling for himself how wet and warm it is.
"Do you want me to fuck you or not princess?" His delivery is a bit harsh, but he uses it to assert his authority over her. She's not going to say no to her favorite rockstar he says he just wants to worship her body.
Y/n silences herself but nods her head. She's afraid, but she also doesn't want him to stop. When he says, "good girl," she knows that she's made the right decision.
He glides the head of his cock between her slippery folds. Every time he slides past her entrance, Y/n thinks he's going to slide in, but he continues to tease her. He douses his cock in her slick that just kept seeping out of her. She acts so hesitant yet this little pussy can't stop flowing for him.
"I really wanna fuck that pussy from behind and watch your ass smack against mine. But, I'll be a nice man and let you see my face while I pick your cherry."
Finally he places the head right at her slit and slowly begins to slide in. Every muscle in her body tenses up and she shoots right up.
"No, no — it's okay baby. Just relax for me, okay? Relax for Bucky."
His words only placate her a little bit. She lays back down for him but it's hard to relax completely when his big cock is nearly splitting her open. The air is plucked right from her and she can't even moan, let alone speak.
Bucky almost slides all of himself inside of her before pulling all the way out again. Y/n feels so empty at the loss of him. The next time he's pushing into her he moves a little more quicker. He can't take too much time or else he's going to explode inside of her without really getting to fuck her. Bucky has to calm himself down too so he doesn't blow his load. Her pussy is just so tight and inviting; definitely the snuggest cunt he's had in a while.
She winces as he pushes in deeper and deeper and Bucky begins to caress her skin; he wants to corrupt her, not hurt her.
"Shh, shh baby it's okay. Daddy's got you and that pretty pussy baby..."
His words of encouragement turn her on and make her feel a little bit better. The man who's posters are on the walk of her dorm is fucking her and talking to her sweetly. He's making her into a woman.
Bucky grabs her legs and places them on his shoulder. "Shit," he grunts when the new position gives him much deeper access. He can't believe he has so much patience when he really wants to tear her pussy up. He knows she can't handle it quite yet though.
"Ahh! It's so big, Bucky!" She whines. Her nails dig into his forearms from the pain as she tries to adjust to his size.
"A big cock for a big girl."
Bucky pauses for a second to take in the feeling of her silky walls. Y/n is grateful for the time he takes to admire how she feels because she needs this moment to adjust to him. He’s so big, nearly splitting her in half, but she doesn’t want this moment to end. There is no better person she could give her virginity to. Even if Bucky’s not necessarily as gentle as the first man she’d imagine to have sex with, nor is he someone’s she in a relationship with, but this is so much better than anything else she could have gotten.
“You have the wettest pussy on earth,” he fawns before he begins to move again.
Bucky works her up to a steady pace that is still careful of her delicate frame. Her nails in his skin sting but the pain goes straight to his cock. She doesn’t know just how much he likes it rough and how much restraint he’s actually showing. Once she gets used to him, he’s going to take the stress out on her perfect, untouched body. She’ll be his fuck doll for the night.
“How does it feel, baby? How does it feel to have my big dick inside of you?” Bucky lays his hand on her lower stomach, “can you feel me right here?”
His hand snakes down to rub light circles into her clit. He feels her thighs shivering against his sides. She’s so precious; he could do anything to her and she’d enjoy it, turning into a moaning mess in a second. There are tears in the corners of eyes that spill out once she forces her eyes shut. Her fingernails have exited his skin and settled for gripping at the sheets near her head. Bucky leans down to kiss between the valley of her breast. Her back arches into the air, his lips digging into her skin in the process. “So good…so, so good,” he whispers against her skin. His warm breath tickles her skin. She feels like she’s walking into the gates of heaven as his cock inside of her begins to feel good. It’s electrifying to be so filled by such a man. This feels like a dirty secret she should keep to her grave, but also something she should scream on top of the world’s largest mountain.
Bucky sits up again and cups her face. She’s still so pure even with his cock stuffed inside of her. His cock curves inside of her and rubs against her sweet spot, and he’s just seconds away from giving in and ruining her. His touch, the thickness of cock, should be imprinted on her mind for the rest of her life. She’ll think about him even when she’s married with children. God — Bucky wishes he can just scoop her up and take her with him, but a good girl like her would be ruined by his lifestyle. He likes how sinless she is, and he doesn’t want that to change.
“H-Harder,” she whispers.
Neither of them can believe the word that escapes from her mouth, but who is Bucky to deny her? His hips snap against hers and he fucks into her harder just like she asks. His cock is so heavy inside of her but the burn of the stretch is so delicious. She holds onto him for dear life again. She’s desperate to have another orgasm. It felt so good when she came on his tongue, and she wants to experience it again on his cock. Bucky can feel her tightening up and he’s threatening to spill his seed inside of her.
“C’mon sweetheart,” he rubs her clit harder now, “cum for me princess. Cum all over daddy’s big dick.”
Y/n groans at his demand. She’s so close to cumming for him and that’s all she wants to do. She wants to obey his every whim, no matter how taxing it is.
There are stars in her eyes as she begins to cum around his cock, just for him. Her voice is too weak for her to moan out loud for him, but her whimpers get him going. The warmth spreads throughout her body and she swears she’s seeing stars at this point.
A string of profanities escape his lips and he pulls out of her before she could fully ride out her hide. She whines at the empty feeling inside of her. Bucky was about to cum inside of her, but he wants to take her from behind now that he’s taken her once and made her cum. He doesn’t say anything as he moves her limp body around like she’s a rag doll. He places her on her stomach and then pulls her hips back and into the air. Her knees sink into the bed as she lays with her face down and ass up. Bucky is feeding his cock into her pussy within seconds. Her eyes widened at the new position giving him even more access to her poor pussy. She can feel his tip teasing her cervix. Bucky isn’t so keen on being nice and slow for her this time around. The squelching of her cunt and the slapping of their skin is loud and lascivious.
“Fuck baby — I’m gonna cum in this pussy,” he moans.
Y/n wasn’t on any sort of birth control, but she isn’t going to stop him. She knows it’s a risk, but she just hopes for the best because she needs his cock inside of her. Her morals are as shaky as the legs she’s laying on.
“Gonna let daddy cum in this pretty pussy?”
“Yes!” Her voice is muffled by the blankets on the bed, but he hears her loud and clear.
“Good girl — such a slut for me.”
Being called a slut shouldn’t be such a turn on, but it makes Y/n’s pussy even wetter. Her heat was more intoxicating than any alcohol he’s had tonight. The veins of his cock slide against her soft walls and he fits into her like a glove; her pussy is too good not to pound.
“Fuck princess I’m about to cum…’m bout to give you my big, fat load.”
All Y/n can do is whine. She grabs at the bed and squeezes onto the nearest blanket very tight. She’s going to cum again; she can feel it deep in her stomach.
Bucky was lost in a trance watching her ass bounce against him as his cock disappeared in her tight cunt. But he wasn’t dazed enough not to notice the small gesture of Y/n pushing her hips back against him. He can’t help but smirk at the fact that he turned this sweet virgin playing dress up into his slut. It makes his cock twitch inside of her and he’s finally about to cum. He can feel her getting close again too.
“Cum with me sweet girl — wanna cum with you.”
Y/n feels special hearing those words from him. He wasn’t a selfish man, he spoiled her pussy two times and he’s about to do it again for the third time tonight. His cock keeps spearing her open, reaching deep inside her tight canal. Her pussy gives him one good squeeze before she begins to milk. She can feel his cum spreading inside of her, causing her to gasp as it triggers her own orgasm. He comes to a halt as he bursts inside of her. His hand reaches down to rub her clit through her own orgasm and she begins to shiver under his touch.
“B-Bucky — my god,” her voice is broken and faint.
Y/n can barely keep her eyes open as she feels his cum filling her up inside. It’s so warm and feels like it’s spreading without her body.
Bucky doesn’t want to pull out; he wants to stay buried in that cunt forever. But, he’s dying to see his cum drip out of her. He pulls out of her slowly and watches a gush of white escape from her hole. “Fuck, that’s it baby,” he coos as more and more flows out. He didn’t realize that he had so much pent up inside of him until he saw it dripping out of her. He rubs the head of his cock through her folds before pushing his cream back in.
He’s utterly spent; that girl and her pussy wore him out. He collapses on the bed next to her and pulls her into his arms. Bucky really should be cleaning her up and sending her on her merry way, but he needs to feel someone’s touch tonight after that. It feels nice to cuddle with her although it’s not his most favorite thing to do with a hook-up. He sees it as something that’s too intimate, something lovers should do, but it is the least he can do after being the first man to use her body. But, Bucky also doesn’t want to admit that he enjoyed tonight a little bit more than usual.
“Rest up sweetheart. I’ll get you home tonight,” Bucky coos, his nose pressing into the hot skin on her cheek. Y/n nods absentmindedly. Her mind was totally consumed with being in the arms of her favorite rockstar who had now fucked his way into being her favorite person in the world.
Bucky lets her rest up before he’s cleaning up the mess between her legs. Most of it has dried up, but there are still remnants of the mix of their cum clinging to her inner thigh. He’s proud of his handiwork and looking at the pretty girl laying in his bed is further proof.
Y/n sits up and begins to search for her clothes. Bucky watches her every move. She can barely walk from the exhaustion and soreness that is now ravaging her body. He’s enamored by the sight of her, as if she’s the famous one. It’s so ridiculous how much his heart swells just watching her try to make herself look presentable again. She still looks so sweet and innocent even after getting her brains fucked out.
Bucky doesn’t know what compels him to say something stupid to the girl. He doesn’t make promises, because they are often broken, but he plans on keeping this one. He cups her face with his hands which forces her to stop and look at him. There are just as many stars in his eyes as there are hers.
“Next time you’re in New York, you call me. Or, wherever the hell you are, you call me and I’ll be there to fuck the shit out of you. Anytime, any place baby.
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arachine · a month ago
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+ pairing: peter x f! reader
+ cw: mirror sex, belly bulging, cervix kissing, creampie, slight cum eating, dacryphilia, praising, very vocal peter, fluff at the end (?)
+ a/n: idk this has been on my mind for a minute...not proofread lol
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just thinking about peter and you moving into your new little cozy apartment uptown new york, and how he fucks you in front of a mirror that was gifted to the both of you by a friend.
it’s tall and wide, with ornate brassy golden trimming, and hangs charmingly at the head of your mahogany bed.
you’ve been at it for hours, trying to gather your wits as you come down from your umpteenth orgasm of the night. peter’s curiosity and boyish excitement was rather hard to avoid, you’d fallen victim to it many times before, and tonight had been no different.
“so pretty like this,” the brunet cooed, “takin’ me so well.” it was always a sight to behold whenever he’d first slip in. you were always so tight, so wet—so inviting, letting him inch his cock in until it reached the hilt.
“you see that? that’s me right there.” Your abdomen clenches the second his calloused palm presses down into it, and you swear for a second that his eyes glaze over in this darkness—this lust, as if feeling himself so deep inside of you turned a gear in his head. grabbing your hand, he pulls it down to the bulge that stops just above your navel, his slow strokes unrelenting.
“want you to feel it too. want you to tell me how good i feel inside,” he syncopates each thrust with his words, honey brown eyes never leaving yours. with your hand pressing down onto your stomach, you could feel all of him. it felt strange, feeling him so deep, but the more he rutted into your gummy cunt, the more your head started to fog, and the more your feet started to curl into pretty crescents.
“feels so good,” you whimper, “so, so, so good.” the admission makes his cock twitch a few times, and he just about splits you open the moment it leaves your saccharine lips. his once slow, impassioned strokes, had soon turned into forceful ones. in and out, he’d watch as his length disappears into your puffy folds, only to reappear a moments later.
barely using any strength, peter flips you over on your stomach, maneuvering your upper body to lay flat against the bed while he pushes your hips up to meet his aching cock. tantalizingly slow, he prods your puffy little folds, then unceremoniously pushes past your entrance, a single tear cascading down your cheek from the intrusion.
although it hurt, there was no denying how incredibly full he made you feel in this position. it was as if you were molded for him—molded to take him, and only him. he gives you no time to adjust, opting to grip you up by the arms to unmercilessly plunge into you, marveling in the way your head bops wildly from the pace. the second your head droops forward, his right hand finds solace on your chin. the boy mumbles a ‘nuh-uh’ before he repositions your head to look forward, his thick fingers slithering down to your lips so that he can pry them apart.
“look at you—fuck—so beautiful,” he breathes, “you like it, huh? like looking at yourself while i fuck this pretty pussy?” a strangled moan vacates from your throat upon hearing the vulgarity of his words. you wanted to properly answer him but you were finding it difficult to do so, babbling incoherences, followed by a string of profanities and whimpers. all you could do was suck on his fingers, thoughts full of nothing but his melodic groans and pants.
seeing peter’s face in the mirror contort and twist into pleasure sent goosebumps up your arms. knowing that he was just as fucked out as you were, made something in your stomach bubble with arousal. he just looked so pretty like this, with his head thrown back, wisps of hair kissing his damp forehead…you were intoxicated.
“feel you clenching ‘round me, you gonna come again, pretty girl?”the knot wounding up so tightly in your abdomen was on the brink of unraveling, and with his ceaseless thrusts, you were only falling further and further into the depths of euphoria. removing his fingers from your mouth, you released them with a wet pop, watching the string of saliva that connected from your lips to his fingers wither away.
you tense as his left hand releases you, scared that you’ll fall forward, but he quickly wraps it around your front, pulling your back taut against his chest. the hand still wet with your saliva travels south to your clit, his lithe digits circling your nub diligently, building up a steady pace.
“‘m so close, please, please…” your voice crescendos into a hushed whisper, “want you to fill me up.” peter’s hold around your front tightens, and he can’t help but to shower you with kisses as he vigorously ruts into you from behind, his fingers on your clit moving at a maddening pace.
“then come, baby. give me one more, you’re doing so good,” he assures. the tears that threatened to spill from your eyes had begun to stream in steady droplets, collecting under your chin until they fell to your already dampened pillow. his sweet words were enough to send you over the edge, you’d come under his instruction, releasing the most pornographic moan he’d ever heard from you.
after witnessing such an intense display of pleasure, it wouldn’t take him too long to meet you there. his hips were faltering, growing sloppier by the minute, and seeing you lay like a pretty, little doll against him only encouraged him more. pleas of ‘good girl’ and ‘i’m coming’ were just a few of the admittances pouring from his lips, the rest falling upon deaf ears as your fatigued body lays there and takes everything he has to offer. with a final thrust, and a few short whimpers later, he cums deep into your swollen cunt, cursing to himself as your walls flutter intermittently around him.
“g-god, you’re too much,” peter mutters breathlessly, jettisoning the last of his cum into your pussy. the two of you flop over on the bed, chests rising and falling asynchronously until they begin to regulate. when he unsheathes himself, you don’t miss the faint pink that plasters across his face, his lips upturning into a shy smile. no matter how many times he fucked you, he’d always stare in awe at the state of your post-sex body, like he’d suddenly forgotten the way he treated you like a rag doll prior.
with your legs spread apart, he observes with wide eyes as your still fluttering hole pushes out his thick seed. the brunet’s eyes meet your own before he extends a finger to push it back inside, removing it in the same motion, raising it to your awaiting lips. you take it obligingly, sucking on it with a hum, and release it with a satisfied smile.
“i always love when you do that,” he confesses, lowering his head down to until your lips are leveled with his.
you lean into him, drawing back a little to speak, “yeah, you like when i do a lot of things,” your voice is teasing. closing the distance between you, you place a chaste kiss on his lips. it’s gentle and sweet, and peter finds himself smiling into it, whispering a playful ‘shut up’ as he pulls you into his chest.
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imagineaworld · a month ago
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
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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 glossy 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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sweeterthansammy · 3 months ago
And then there were three… || Bucky Barnes
Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader; The reader is Bucky’s girlfriend.
Summary: Bucky visits Y/N's quite large family for the first time. When he realizes how good Y/N is with children, he's desperate to give her one of their own.
Genre: Smut
Written in third person point of view.
Warnings: Smut, NSFW, breeding kink/pregnancy fetish, bathroom sex, slight mirror sex, slight degrading, slight lactation kink, gags, mouth-fucking, lots of dirty talk, oral (female receiving), fingering, vaginal penetration, overstimulation, squirting, choking, rough sex, unprotected sex, & mild language
Important notes: All mistakes are mine, some specified details about the reader (only in regards to family - number of siblings, family member names, family age order, etc.), long hair Bucky :)
Word count: 2.6k+
A/N: Long-haired Bucky is daddy 👁👁
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“Fuck, I don’t wanna go anymore,” he muttered, leg bouncing uncontrollably.
“Bucky! You’ve met my parents-”
“Yeah, your parents! What the hell is everyone else going to think about me - your...ancient fucking boyfriend?”
Y/N sighed, her lips littering kisses at the expanse of his neck as she gave him the most reassuring hug he’d ever received, apart from Steve’s, of course.
“They’re gonna love you, Buck,” she spoke softly, pure adoration in her eyes as she cupped his face in her hands.
Bucky had been preparing for this moment, backing out last moment nonetheless. Her parents loved Bucky with every bit of their soul, the rest of her family would love him undoubtedly. She pecked his lips numerously, hoping that his nerves would be eased a bit.
“C’mon, they’re waiting for us.”
She walked around to his side, leaning against the car as he stood on his wobbly legs. She chuckled, throwing her arms around his neck before placing one last kiss upon his lips.
“You have nothing to worry about, baby.”
They approached the front door of Y/N’s parents’ house, Y/N reaching forward to ring the doorbell before grasping his hand in both of hers. She squeezed faintly, kissing the skin right beneath his jawline. The door swung open seconds later, Y/N’s dad greeting both her and Bucky with open arms.
“Y/N! Bucky! We were wondering when you two would get here.”
Bucky easily tensed at the obvious sound of clamor further in the house, forcing a chuckle at her father’s words.
“Come on in, it’s cold out.”
Y/N easily shrugged her jacket off amidst the monsoon of warmth in her parent’s home.
“Buck, I’m warning you already - there are at least ten people that you have to greet, fifteen at most.”
His shout was nothing more than a whisper amongst the commotion in the kitchen.
“Yeah, ten to fifteen, so chop chop.”
She placed a delicate hand on his upper back, leading him to the kitchen where she was greeted by the entirety of her family.
Her family didn’t take her entrance lightly, all bouncing on their feet to greet her. A young teenager was first to approach Y/N in a bone-crushing hug, lifting her off of her feet.
“Jesus Christ, when’d you get that strong, Amber?” Y/N chuckled, patting the girl’s back as she hugged her. “Amber, this is my boyfriend, Bucky. Bucky, meet my niece, Amber.”
“Bitch, I’ve been waiting for four fucking hours. Do you know how crazy I was going without you there to crack a joke every ten seconds?”
“I’m sorry, Josh, we got stuck in traffic. And then this one got too nervous so I had to give him a little pep talk in the car,” she chuckled, her eyes gleaming as she spun ever so slightly to look at Bucky. “Bucky, this is my brother Josh-”
“Aka, her favorite,” he added with an overly dramatic eye roll, scoffing when Bucky held his hand out for a handshake.
His arms wrapped around Bucky instantaneously.
“Bucky, I’ve heard several great things about you,” his eyes glanced downward for a second, the three of them failing to contain their laughter at her brother’s insinuation. “I may not appear strong, but I won’t hesitate to slap a bitch for my sister. I haven’t seen her this happy since she first got dick in high school-”
“Whatever. Just...don’t break her itty-bitty little heart. Trust me, you don’t want to hear her bitching about how dirty you did her.”
“Oh, I’ve heard her bitch before.”
Y/N’s eyebrows furrowed, her jaw hanging ajar.
“Good, then you know not to fuck her over.”
She rolled her eyes, allowing the pair to continue conversing while she greeted the rest of her family. Bucky would catch up one way or another. Bucky was easily getting along with her family, a smile making its way to Y/N’s face as she helped her mom finish the last of the dishes.
“This is what you’ve been waiting for, isn’t it?”
Her mom brought her out of her thoughts, Y/N nearly burning her hand as she carried a pot from the stove to the island.
“Yeah. I mean...h-he doesn’t have a proper sense of what it’s like to be loved. He doesn’t even know what it’s like to be part of a loving family. It kills me to think about it but I’m happy that he stumbled into my life. I don’t know where he would’ve been if I hadn’t met him and I sincerely wouldn’t wish to know,” she stuck her finger into the bowl of custard, stealing a taste before her mother could catch her.
“And I hope he knows that he’s officially been welcomed to our family,” her mom added with a soft smile.
The image of her siblings, her in-laws, nieces, nephews gathered around the love of her life was enough to make her heart explode. At that moment, she knew for sure that she’d spend the rest of her life with that man.
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/Hours had passed, everyone had finished up their dinner. Bucky had swapped places with Y/N, Bucky and her dad now taking care of the dishes and the dessert. Y/N leaned on her brother’s shoulder, indulging in fits of laughter as they looked over pictures from when they were still babies.
“So mom, you weren’t lying when you said I was trying to kill Nate?”
“Y/N, I was running for my life in this picture, what do you think?”
Their laughter had died down a bit, Y/N sighing as she looked down at their most recent family photo. Y/N, her six older siblings, each of their spouses, and their children, and her parents.
“God, I can’t believe we’re this old now.”
“You don’t get a say in determining that we’re old. You’re always gonna be our baby.”
Y/N chuckled, throwing a pillow at her sister who sat on the other side of her brother.
“You little shi-”
“Amy, the kids are still here,” her mom teased, a few of her older nieces and nephews chuckling.
“Sucks to be the baby, doesn’t it?” Alex, her second older sister, pestered, ruffling Y/N’s hair in the process of carefully sitting on the couch.
Y/N rolled her eyes, reaching over to play with Alex’s baby.
“I’ve honestly had no problem raising him as of yet.”
Alex readjusted his positioning in her arm, leaning him a bit towards Y/N so she could take him. Y/N chuckled when his eyes ogled up at her.
“Hi, Aiden,” she booped his nose gently, earning a plethora of giggles from his toothless mouth. “Can I show him to Bucky?”
“Take him for however long you want,” her sister ushered her away, Y/N chuckling when she kicked back with a full glass of wine.
“Hey, Buck, I have a surprise for you.”
Her dad had just placed the last tray of her mom’s fresh-baked brownies on the island, flashing a smile on his way out of the kitchen.
“What is it, babe?”
When she turned around the corner with a baby being cradled in arms, Bucky’s eyebrows shot up.
“Woah, where’d you-where’d you get that?”
“Bucky,” she chortled, gently rocking the eight-month-old in her arms.
A certain image made itself comfortable in Bucky’s mind - Y/N with a bump adorning her stomach. Full and outright perfect. With a hand supporting her back and her fingers on the other dancing along her belly. Her breasts perfectly sitting atop her stomach, her face puffier than usual while she whined about the pain all over - her back, her legs, her stomach. Most of all, his hands roaming her aching body, peppering soft kisses along her inflamed skin whilst using his skilled hands to subside the pain.
“Earth to Bucky, you’re red as a tomato. I asked if you want to hold him.”
He wasn’t sure if he could be around her family any longer. He loved them within the span of one night, but he felt the urgency to plant his seed in their ‘baby’ right there and then. His breathing quickened, his heart pounding in his chest.
“U-Uh, I don’t...feel too good.”
“Why are you so jittery right now?”
She placed the back of her hand on his forehead, falling to his neck when she felt that his skin was perfectly fine. The tinge of red and sheen of sweat on his face said otherwise. His hand was quick to grasp her wrist, pulling it away from his skin and down toward his progressively growing bulge.
“I need to fuck a goddamn baby into you. Right now.”
The change in octave made her throat go dry, her mouth opening and closing to get one, just one, word out.
“Return the baby and meet me in the bathroom.”
Bucky was serious about this. Fucking in her parent’s bathroom. Many things raced through her mind, her hands shaking as she cautiously handed the baby over to her sister’s fiancé.
“Where’s Bucky?”
She used her current state to her advantage, blurting out, “I need to talk to him.”
It seemed pretty damn urgent, her family frowning at the thought of something possibly being wrong between the couple. She hurried to the bathroom, Bucky’s metal hand making quick work of the availability of her bare neck.
“God, you don’t know what you just did, do you?”
She simply looked at him with doe eyes, her stomach churning under his gaze.
“I’m gonna fuck you every day of the goddamn week until I see a positive pregnancy test.”
Her cunt quivered at the thought.
“You okay with that?”
She nodded, her scalp burning between the friction of the wall.
“Words, mama. I need words.”
She involuntarily whimpered at the nickname, her sex grinding down on his jean-clad thigh that resided between her legs, “Yes- god, yes. I want you to fuck a baby into me.”
Her pleas were so angelic, Bucky dropping to his knees without a second thought. He tugged her jeans down, grunting at the stiff fabric that encouraged her legs to stick together. He chuckled darkly at the wet patch seeping through her panties. His middle finger circled her nub through the pink lace, eagerly pushing the fabric aside once he earned a soft moan.
“Gotta be quiet, baby.”
His lips latched onto her cunt, tongue flicking back and forth effortlessly. It seemed as if he were a starved man enjoying his first meal after a very long time. His tongue showed no mercy to her throbbing core, sending shocks of ecstasy through her body. Her fingers carded themselves through his hair, smiling through the pleasure as her fingers were stopped by the hair tie keeping his hair back. He could only imagine the little fingers that would soon be tugging at his hair endlessly, turning his silky mane into knotty pellets.
“Fuck-” she whined, his fingers soon joining his mouth.
“You’re doin’ s’well for me, honey,” he praised, his free hand stabling her leg over his shoulder.
Her climax sat just around the corner, her back arching when his fingers grazed against her cervix.
“C’mon, baby.”
He coaxed her toward her impending orgasm. His fingers curled inside of her once before her climax came crashing down. He stood to his feet, groaning when she took his fingers into her mouth without him commanding her to do so. His cock was freed from its confinement, Y/N’s hands working quickly to drop both of his bottoms.
“Impatient now, are we?”
“Just fuck me already,” she mumbled against his lips.
His hands grasped either of her hips, spinning her effortlessly so her upper half towered over the sink. Her nails scratched at his lower abdomen as his fingers tugged at her hair.
“I had to make mommy feel good before fucking a baby into her but it seems like she’s just being a whiny bitch.”
With an expeditious thrust of his hips, her mouth hung open in a silent moan. His hips snapped into her behind, the sound of skin slapping bouncing off the walls and echoing through the room.
“Buc-ky,” she stammered, catching his eyes in the mirror.
He easily stuffed his fingers into her mouth, his calloused skin fucking her throat as to keep her quiet.
“Gotta be quiet for me, doll-“
He hissed when she clenched around him, his hips staggering momentarily.
“We don’t want everyone knowing just how much of a slut you are for my cock, right, honey? Their sweet, precious little baby, Y/N, with my cock balls deep in of you. ‘M gonna make you a mommy ‘nd show them just how good I’m fucking you, doll.”
Her eyes rolled back, her back now against his chest as his cock ultimately ruined her. His fingers tugged at her shirt, hoisting the fabric to bunch just above her breasts. He yanked at the silky cups covering her supple flesh with much force, squeezing harshly at the mounds before pinching her nipples between his fingers. He stood flabbergasted, just imagining being able to watch her stocked tits bounce as he fucked her senseless.
“Your fuckin’ tits are gonna be full of milk. And you’re gonna share some of that with daddy, won’t you, baby?”
She nodded, nails scratching at any given acre of his skin, spewing out chants of, “yes, daddy!”
“Good girl.”
He grew rougher with time, one hand wrapped around her neck to keep her against the cool ceramic, and the other relentlessly stimulating her clit.
She saw flashes of white, a scream threatening to rip from her throat as she came around his cock, soaking both of their lower halves.
“Wanna let your brother know that I just made you squirt on my cock, too?”
Her eyes welled with tears as he didn’t stop once. There was a goal set in his mind, and hell, when Bucky set his mind to something, he wasn’t going to let it fail. His cock slid between her walls with ease, his tip simultaneously prodding at the spongy spot far into her pussy.
“Gonna shoot a fat load in you, doll.”
A whine ripped through her, her walls flexing harshly as she came once again. He grunted at the overly tight hug around his cock. Bucky’s hands flew to her hips, his thrusts lagging whilst slowly filling her with every drop of his cum. They panted, remaining still near the other as they came down from their highs. Bucky watched in awe as he pulled out of her, a combination of their release binding the two through a string.
“Was I too rough, honey?”
His voice was so smooth. So silky. No one would have a clue that he’d spent the last fifteen minutes absolutely wrecking Y/N.
“N-no,” she stammered, her current state screaming otherwise.
He helped her get dressed once he’d cleaned her, using a handful of toilet paper to soak up the soppy mess. She hummed against his lips after he too had gotten the chance to clean himself, her hands getting lost in his hair.
“Mm, I’m far from done with you, baby. When we go home, I want you to get your ass straight to our room so I can fuck you into the mattress. Clear?”
“Sounds delightful, Soldat.”
A few years down the line
“Mom, how did you and dad have me?”
Bucky nearly choked on the steaming coffee in his mug, coughing up a storm due to both the coffee and their child’s question.
“What do you mean, honey?”
“Like...when did you and dad decide that you’d have me?”
Their five-year-old was far too pure to endure the explanation, Y/N taking a shortcut as she thought back to five years ago.
“Well...” she looked over at Bucky who simply smirked to himself at the memory. “It all happened when daddy saw me holding your older cousin.”
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noobsquasher · a month ago
Bucky being mean, degrading, rough, and overall just using you like his toy, BUT he takes care of you in the end :)
His Personal Stress Toy
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Word Count: 1.2k
Warnings: unprotected sex, degrading, sex toy being used, swearing, dom Bucky, etc
Summary: After you piss Bucky off, he decides to use you as his personal stress toy.
Note: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader
You really did it. You set him off.
Bucky was a man who held much patience. It took a lot for him to lose it, for him to explode and punish you.
Now, you were regretting what you did earlier. Regretting how you continued to stick pins into him until he popped.
Vibrator on maximum as Bucky penetrated you, harshly playing with your aching walls.
High pitched screams rolled down your tongue, vocal cords scraping.
“What did I tell you? Huh? Didn’t I tell you to shut the fuck up? Keep quiet!” He seethed, vibrator digging deeper.
“I-I’m sorry! I'm-"
His hand firmly grabbed your chin, forcing you to face him.
“GOSH?! You can’t hear? That dumb brain of yours not working today? Not one fucking sound from you!”
Your head jerked back, jaw clenched strictly as you closed your eyes, wishing that you could travel back in time before you disobeyed Bucky.
“You wanna act like a stupid slut? Disobey me and piss me off?” Venom dripped down his tongue.
You wined, heavy breathing and the sound of buzzing filling the room.
“You really… really got me good. Your so fucking needy, that you had to piss me off just so I would fuck you?”
“I don’t wanna hear it!”
You were coming to your end, pussy clenched around the pink vibrator as your entire body shook vigorously.
“My needy pussy gonna cum?”
You nodded your head, about to shatter.
“Hm… too bad.”
He quickly removed the vibrator, your cunt nearly about to sob with the loss.
You cried, tears trailing down the sides of your face as your hands gripped the sheets harshly.
“Naughty sluts like you don’t deserve to cum.” Bucky hissed, turning off the vibrator.
“I- 'm- I’m so… sorry. I’m sorry. Buck baby I’m- sorry.”
You hoped he’d accept your apology for how you were stuttering trying to talk with your choked tears.
He glared at you, not an ounce of empathy marking his ocean orbs.
“I’m sorry! Just- just make me cum, please! Please baby… that’s all I want.” You begged.
“Do you deserve it? Tell me. Do you?”
You stared at him, your body still shaking as you knew your answer.
“It’s pathetic how you think I’d reward a whore like you.” Poison stained his words.
“I already apologized… please Bucky…”
He huffed, his glossy baby blues gazing into you.
“How bad do you wanna cum?” He asked, tone deepening.
“B-bad… real bad Bucky…”
“You sure plum? Because then I’m gonna make sure you do.”
You nodded your head, sniffling.
“Use me. Do whatever. Just make me cum.”
A devilish grin appeared on his lips, eyes filling with lust as they grew dark.
“I’m going to fucking ruin you.”
Nobody, not even the angels above could prepare you for what he did next.
Back arched and eyes rolled as Bucky’s thick cock forcefully fucked your leaking pussy, the harsh movements of his thrusts threatened to break your thighs with each minute.
“Fuck plum… you're so tight… fit so nice round’ my cock…”
Salty tears stained your face, toes curled, and whines escaping your strained throat as Bucky continued to use you like his personal stress toy, fucking out all his pent up anger that you caused.
The headboard was slamming onto the wall with full fury. You wondered if he broke a hole into the drywall, or if the neighbor had called the cops to make yet another noise complaint.
He wasn’t joking when he said he’d make you cum, ruin you. Because in only twenty minutes, he’s managed to get three mind-fucking orgasms out from that pretty sore cunt of yours.
Now, you felt the fourth one on the way.
“Come on, gimmie the fourth…”
He was balls deep inside, his cold metal fingers gripping onto your hip as he penetrated you.
“B-buck- BUCKY! Baby! Baby, please… I can’t… I can’t…” you whimpered, teeth chattering and body shaking.
“You can’t? Awe… should’ve rethought asking me to make you cum then plum. Your fault. Now take it like the slut you are, and cum again.”
You cried, frustrated that he wouldn’t give you a break. By the time you cum again, you were sure that your body would disintegrate.
“Next time you wanna piss me off, remember this. Just remember.”
His voice was hoarse, the tone grinding his vocal cords as it slipped into your ears, bringing a cold shiver down your spine and a warm hug into your pussy.
Oh, you definitely would remember this. There was no doubt in hell that you would forget it.
Bucky started to feel your velvety walls clench around his throbbing length, your entire body shaking as mumbles and babbles ran around the room.
“That’s it, my baby. You can do it for me, you’ve done it before. One more.” He soothed, his hand caressing your cheek, wiping away the tear reaching his thumb.
You were close, so close. The finish line awaited. But, you needed to tell Bucky this first.
“Bucky. Bucky, I love you. I love you and I’m sorry… I’m sorry.”
Your eyes twinkled at him, the sentence coming out in a whisper.
His eyes softened, thrusts beginning to get sloppy as he leaned forward, placing a sweet kiss onto your desperate lips.
“I love you too. I forgive you, plum.”
Soon, you and Bucky made it to the finish line.
You thought your soul left your body for a moment as your earth-shattering orgasm hit you harder than a punch. It was pure ecstasy, the way Bucky could make you feel with just his cock and a couple of words.
And you wouldn’t ask for anything else.
His head jerked back as he released his warm load inside you, coating and soothing your aching walls.
He gazed down at you, your limp body sinking into the bed.
“Plum? You alright?”
You mumbled, giving Bucky a concerned yes.
He chuckled, placing a soft kiss on your sweaty forehead.
“Let’s go take a bath baby. Don’t want your legs stayin' sore forever, do we?”
Knob squeaking as Bucky turned on the faucet, warm water filling the tub as the sweet-smelling bubbles danced around.
You were immobilized on the bed, resting as you tried to catch your breath.
Once the bath was ready, Bucky came to retrieve you, holding you tightly as his arms wrapped around your naked body, moving you steadily towards the bathroom.
He helped you dip into the tub, sitting you down as he grabbed the soap and scrubby, pouring a generous amount onto it.
Slow, circular motions he made into your skin, bubbles staining you. He made sure you were relaxed, massaging, and caressing your entire body, taking delicate care of you.
Soft groans left your mouth when he made way to your thighs, that spot most definitely needed extra love.
“Sorry if I was being a bit mean to you plum. I didn’t mean it. I was angry.” His fingers were now intertwined with your hair, kneading into your scalp.
“Mm… it’s alright baby.” You mumbled, basking in how good his aftercare was to you.
“I’m proud of you. Took four rounds like my good girl.”
You grinned.
“After this, I won’t be able to take another round for 2-3 business days.”
He chuckled, his laugh making your heart melt. You couldn’t help but giggle with him, getting lost in his dreamy eyes.
“I love you Bucky…” you spoke softly.
He smiled.
“I love you Plum.”
He caught a kiss, tongues dancing as he left a tender mark on your lips.
Suddenly, the sounds of sirens pricked both your ears, the kiss breaking as you turned your heads.
“Shit… the cops are back.”
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patheticdarling · 3 months ago
Good Girl
   Summary: Loki has been rather enjoying his time in Sakaar for the past week or so. Attending all of the Grandmaster’s parties and good times. Men and women pine over him daily, Loki is the type to fuck and leave; no real attempt for connection. But then he meets someone rather intriguing, the Grandmaster’s “daughter.” 
   Warnings: SMUT/unprotected sex/oral sex (f receiving)/fingering/coarse language/slight degradation & praise/cum play/slight breeding kink/sort of rough sex/bondage/unprotected sex (please use protection when necessary)/soft dom! loki/use of pet names: my god, pet, darling, good girl, love etc. 
   Word Count: 2595
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    Loki sauntered through the crowds of party-goers. Bodies grinding against each other; the room smelling of sweat, pleasure, and sex. All scents that Loki had happily become accustomed to during his stay on Sakaar. After wooing the Grandmaster with not only his charm, Loki was now apart of every aspect of Sakaarian celebrations. 
   “You must be Loki,” a woman smirked at him as she sipped her wine, “The Grandmaster’s new toy.” 
   “Toy?” Loki nearly scoffed, “I’m nobody’s toy, love. Now if you’ll excuse me.” The lady rolled her eyes as Loki pushed by her. 
  He sat at the bar, looking over the sea of people. All of them the same, no real purpose in life but where they were now. Loki liked it but he also hated the idea of such a lack of spontaneity. 
   “You look like you could use a drink,” a voice pulled Loki from his apparently obvious sulking.
   Loki peered up, readying to rip into whoever was next to annoy him but was met with the soft smirk of a rather illuminating bartender, “I beg your pardon?” 
   She chuckled, “I just mean you don’t look like you’re having the most fun.” 
   Loki sighed, “Guess not.” 
   The bartender sighed before quickly pulling together a drink, sliding the glass over to Loki. His brows furrowed as he eyed the drink, “On the house,” she slid it closer, “Like I said, it looks like you could use one.” 
   This only increased Loki’s suspicions. Why would this seemingly random stranger offer him a free drink? He picked up the drink, giving it a suspicious sniff. 
   “Believe me, if I wanted to poison you, I would’ve done it much earlier,” she chuckled as she wiped up the bar, “Just drink the damn glass,” she pushed the glass to his lips, Loki having no choice but to take a swig. 
   The alcohol burned his throat, like normal, but there was a certain sweetness to it that made it pretty enjoyable, “It’s good,” he smiled. 
   “See, no poison,” she winked before going to help another party-goer. 
   Loki moved himself to be nearer to her, “How have I never spoke to you before? I’ve been to nearly all of the Grandmaster’s parties since my arrival.” 
   She shrugged, “Guess nobody really pays attention to the bartender who will flirt her heart out but never go home with a person here. Besides, people find the Grandmaster rather intimidating.” 
   “What would the Grandmaster have to do with-” 
   “Ah Loki!” the Grandmaster had drunkenly danced over, joining the girl behind the bar and throwing his arm around her neck, “I see you’ve met my girl, Y/N.” 
   “Your girl?” Loki questioned. 
   The woman chuckled, “Maybe I should start serving you water instead, Father.” 
   “Father?” Loki questioned again. 
   “Adopted,” she chuckled, “And not even really that.” 
   “Oh stop,” the Grandmaster hiccuped, “You’re my daughter, regardless of blood.” 
   “Whatever you say, you drunk,” the girl giggled. A group of partiers came over, beckoning the Grandmaster back. 
   “Duty calls,” he winked before placing a kiss on the girl’s head and charging back into the crowd. 
   “So you’re not adopted?” Loki questioned. 
   The girl chuckled as she fixed him another drink, “Not technically, no. Umm, my mother was one of the Grandmaster’s pleasure maids but when he first took her, she made it clear that I had to come with her. And I guess the Grandmaster wanted her so bad that he took me in just the same. Been living here practically all my life.” 
   “And now you’re also one of his pleasure maids?” 
   “Heavens no,” she shook her head in disgust, “That’s gross. Almost made me lose my lunch there,” they both chuckled, “He lets me bar-tend and it gives me something to do. Also keeps me from the repulsive dance floor.”  
   “Not a big fan of dancing, I take it,” Loki teased. 
  “It’s more the people on the dance floor that I find repulsive. Sure, a fun dance partner here and there is wonderful but sometimes a girl just wants to dance without having someone’s hands on her ass; man, woman, or whomever. Know what I mean?” 
   Loki smiled, nodding, “Completely understand.” 
   “So,” she leaned across the bar, sliding him another glass, “Seems only fitting I ask your name.” 
   “Loki Odinson or Laufeyson, I’m not really partial to either so Loki works best,” he smirked, his eyes wandering to her exposed chest, “And you, my dear, are?” 
   “Y/N,” she smiled, eyeing the God up and down, “So you know my story, care to share yours?” 
   “Mines a lot longer and far more complicated,” he chuckled. 
   She leaned over more, her breasts spilling further from her blouse, “I’ve got lots of free time and nowhere to be.” 
   Loki smiled, “To make the long story short, I’m also adopted, in a way. Unlike you, I got saddled with a rather loathsome family in the realm of Asgard. My adopted brother, Thor, God of Thunder and Getting on My Last Nerve,” she laughed, “And a new-found sister, Hela, Goddess of Death and- well, just genuinely terrifying overall.” 
   Y/N laughed, “And your parents?” 
   Loki’s smile fell a bit, “They passed. Both just recently.” 
   “Loki,” she sighed, putting her hand on his, “I’m so sorry.” 
   He smiled quickly, “I wasn’t exactly my father’s favourite, or second, or even third. And believe me, I returned the affection,” he joked, “But my mother she, well she was something truly special. She saw something in me that others, or even myself have yet to see.” 
   “She sounds lovely,” Y/N smiled. 
   “She was,” Loki sighed, “But anyway, that’s all there really is.” 
   “And now you’re here. On Sakaar.” 
   “And now I’m here. On Sakaar,” Loki repeated, “What about your mother? She still involved with the Grandmaster?” 
   “No,” Y/N shook her head, “She actually passed when I was a teenager, rather long ago here on Sakaar.” 
   “I’m terribly sorry,” Loki apologised, “I didn’t mean-” 
   She waved it off, “I chose to answer, did I not? Besides, it was a long time ago. Can’t bring her back, though I wish I could, so there’s no use dwelling on it.” 
   Loki sighed, “Families truly are complicated,” he finished off his drink.
   “Here, here,” she raised his empty glass before clearing, “But,” she chuckled, pointing over to the Grandmaster dancing atop one of the tables, “He’s not so bad.”
   Loki chuckled, “It’s very kind of him to not force you to be one of his pleasure-maids.” 
   “Suppose it is,” she answered, “He promised my mother.” 
   “Promised her to not make you a pleasure maid?” Loki asked. 
   “No,” she giggled. Y/N took note of how handsome the God looked as he threw his head back when he laughed, “Promised I could live here as long as...” her voice floated off as she put away Loki’s glass. 
   “As long as what Y/N?” he met her alluring gaze as they both leaned over the bar. 
   “As long as I was a good girl,” she whispered as they drew nearer. 
   Loki smirked, “And are you?” 
   “Am I what, Loki?” she whispered as her eyes began to flutter close. 
   “A good girl,” Loki answered. 
   She smirked a bit, “In certain situations, I suppose.” 
   Loki chuckled, “What sorts of situations?” 
   “Why don’t you come find out?” she teased. And before they knew it, they were locked in a tussle of teeth, tongue and lips. Both of them pulling grunts and moans from the other. 
   “You have a bed chamber we could go to?” Y/N asked as she pulled away for a quick moment. 
   Loki pulled her lip between his teeth, “Follow me,” he grabbed her hand and dragged her from the party through the corridors of the Grandmaster’s estate. Finally they landed in the suite that the Grandmaster had gifted Loki with. 
   Loki slamming the door closed before pinning her against it, their lips once again meeting in a flurry of passion. 
   “Fucking hell,” she moaned as Loki’s lips bit, sucked, and licked nearly every inch of skin from her lips to the skin her blouse exposed. 
   Loki’s chest heaved as he pulled away, admiring the love bites he had littered over the tops of her breasts. His eyes going dark before he tore her blouse completely off, the buttons scattering across the floor and a gasp leaving her mouth. 
   “Don’t worry,” Loki spoke between kisses, “We’ll get you a new one.” 
   “Forget about the bloody shirt,” she panted as she moved to undo her bra, “Just fuck me please.” 
   Loki let out a deep chuckle as he admired her now exposed breasts, “Patience, pet. Let me ravish this extravagant body of yours.” 
   She blushed fiercely as Loki continued his descent down her body, kissing along the hem of her skirt, “Take it off,” she groaned. 
   “With pleasure,” the God of Mischief smirked, “And while we’re at it,” Loki gave his fingers a quick snap and the two of them were now both standing bare and heaving in front of the other.
   “H-how did you do that?” she panted as Loki returned his lips to hers. 
   “Just a bit of magic,” he answered between kisses. She pulled away, giving him a confused look, “Did I not mention that I’m a god?” 
   “A god?” she raised her brow. 
   “God of Mischief, to be exact,” he smirked.
   She let out a nervous chuckle, “You’re serious?” Loki nodded, “I don’t think I believe you, Loki.”
   Loki smirked before giving his fingers another snap. Y/N now found herself on Loki’s bed, her hands bound to the head board and her ankles tied to the foot of the bed; leaving her splayed as Loki jerked his cock in front of her. Y/N had never seen someone has well-endowed as Loki was, he had the most perfect cock she’d ever seen. 
   “Believe me now?” he smirked down at her. 
   She nodded nervously, “Yes.” 
   “Good,” he smiled before returning to ravish in her body. Marking it all over before he was face-to-face with her dripping heat, “My, my, I must have quite the effect on you, darling.” 
   Y/N tugged against the bindings on her ankles, trying to close her legs and get a bit of friction, “Please,” she pleaded. 
   “Begging already?” Loki teased, “How pathetic of you.” His hands moved to the tops of her knees, spreading her legs even further, “But who am I to deny such a pretty little thing of such pleasure?” 
   Before she could muster another word, Loki’s mouth was already working on her. His tongue flicking against her clit as he carefully traced her tight quim with two of his fingers. She clenched around nothing as Loki brought her slowly to the edge. 
   “Please, Loki. I’m begging you,” she whimpered. 
   Loki let out a groan against her core, sending a shiver up her spine, “Since you asked so nicely.” And just like that, his mouth worked frivolously against her as he railed two of his fingers into, curling them to hit that soft spot deep inside her. Y/N let out a loud moan at his actions as her back arched from the bed.  
   “LOKI!” she cried as Loki brought her closer and closer to her precipice. 
   “I love hearing you cry out for me,” Loki grunted as he kissed back up her body, his fingers continuing their assault on her tightening cunt, “I can feel you squeezing my fingers. You going to cum, pet?”
   She nodded excitedly, “Yes, please God. Need to cum.” 
   Loki chuckled, “Sorry, love. But there’s only one god here who can help you,” he smirked before pulling his fingers from her. A small whimper left her lips at the loss of touch. 
   “W-what’re you doing-” Loki caught her off with a harsh kiss. 
   “Remember, patience, love,” Loki snapped his fingers once again, the bindings on her legs disappearing. She moved to rub her thighs together but Loki already had them in his grasp as he hiked one over her shoulder and let the other wrap around his hip. 
   Y/N could feel the tip of his painfully hard cock, brushing against her entrance as Loki gathered her pleasure onto himself. 
   Her nails dug into her wrists bindings as she attempted to buck her hips up to encourage Loki, “Just f-fuck me,” she whimpered. 
   Loki smirked down at the lust-filled girl, “Just know, I have no intentions of being gentle.” Before she could speak another word, Loki thrusted himself in to the hilt. Y/N let out a scream-like moan as he filled her. 
   “F-fuck, your cock is so...” she couldn’t find the words to describe the feeling as Loki began to slowly rock back and forth inside of her. 
   “Look at you,” Loki smirked, “Already cock drunk and I haven’t even begun to fuck you like I truly want.” 
   “Harder,” her words barely registered with Loki before he began to pound into her drenched cunt. Moans, grunts, skin slapping, and filthy squelching noises filled the room. Anyone walking by would have to be an idiot to not know what was happening in there. Or they must’ve thought Loki was torturing her to death, but I suppose in a way, he was. 
   Y/N’s eyes rolled into the back of head as Loki pushed himself further up her body, allowing himself to get even deeper inside her, “Fuck,” he grunted as he thrusted, “Can’t wait to fill this...bloody hell... tight cunt with my seed. Watch it drip out of you. And you’re going to love...shit... every second, aren’t you? Cause you’re a good girl. A good fucking cum slut.” 
   Her back arched off the bed at Loki’s degrading, “Fill me up. P-please, I need it so bad, Loki.” 
   He reached down to squeeze her jaw, forcing her to look at him, “I’m a god, pet. And you will address me as such. Now...fuck... who’s your god?” 
   “Y-you are,” she panted. 
   Loki began to pound into her even harder, if that was possible, “What was that, love? Didn’t quite catch-” 
   “FUCK! YOU ARE. YOU’RE MY GOD!” she scram as the knot in her stomach grew even tighter. 
   “That’s a good fucking girl,” Loki growled as he drilled into her, his balls tightening at the feeling of her wet cunt squeezing him as they both neared their highs. 
   “Cumming,” she whimpered, “LOKI! FUCK!” What felt like a bolt of lighting ripped through her whole body as she covered Loki’s cock in her orgasm. 
   “Fucking hell,” Loki groaned as his thrusts grew sloppy. The look on her face as he fucked her through the orgasm he had given her was enough to force him to paint the inside of her velvet walls completely. 
   Both of them stilled for a moment, attempting to regain their breathing. Loki thrusted a bit, fucking his cum further into her. 
   “My god,” she whimpered as he moved through her. 
   “Had to make sure you felt it all,” Loki sighed, both of them groaning as he finally pulled himself from her cunt. 
   Loki’s mouth practically watered at the sight of his cum dripping from her quim onto the silk sheets of his bed. He laid a kiss to her sweaty forehead before collapsing next to her. 
   “Guess I underestimated the power of a god,” Y/N chuckled breathlessly. 
   “Let’s hope you don’t make that mistake again,” Loki smiled as he kissed her softly. 
   “So this is going to happen again?” she smiled, a hint of nervousness in her fucked-out eyes. 
   Loki smirked before kissing her again, “I don’t think I could stay away from such a good girl.” 
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higherfurther-romanova · 11 days ago
Everything Goes According to Plan... | Kinktober Day 5
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Warnings: Strap on sex, lap dance, language, Wanda pinning r down and riding her… anyways lmao let me know if i missed anything. 
Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Female Reader
Word Count: 1075
A/N: Listen, I wasn't planning on having reader packing, but it just kind of happened… also I ended up getting more votes for Wanda, sorry for those who voted for Nat, but you'll have a lot more to come. ;)
( @wannabe-fic-reader​ im not sure whether you wanted to be tagged in this or the nat thing but here just in case 😂)
It started as an innocent dare. All of you were gathered around in a circle, truth or dare questions being asked around. When it came to be Wanda's turn to ask something, you should've known something was up with the mischievous glint in her eye. 
"(Y/N), truth or dare?" She smirked. 
You eyed her skeptically with an eyebrow raised, "I don't trust you, truth." 
"Have you ever received a lap dance?" She said in an oddly casual tone. 
You laughed, expecting much worse from the way she was building it up, "I have not, sadly." 
She nodded, her eyes lingering on the necklace hanging around your neck, you never took it off, Natasha gave it to you as a welcome to SHIELD and you just found comfort in it. 
It was then your turn to ask someone a question and the rounds went on until it circled back to Natasha who picked on Wanda. 
You rolled your eyes as you heard the same question for what felt like the millionth time that night, throwing your head back as you took a deep breath. 
"Dare…" Wanda said hesitantly, "Your thoughts are very loud, Romanoff." 
Natasha winked at her, "I dare you to give (Y/N) a lap dance." 
Your head shot up in surprise, "You what?" 
Wanda shot Natasha a flustered glare, her face was flushed crimson red as she averted her eyes from your seemingly intimidating gaze. 
"Maximoff, I don't bite." You laughed, seeing her flustered state, "Unless you want me to…" you added suggestively. 
Her eyes widened, "(Y/N)!" She laughed, slapping your arm lightly. She reluctantly stood up in front of you, placing her hands on your shoulders before straddling your lap. You could feel the heat radiating from between her legs. 
"If you don't want to do th-" you tried to assure her that it was okay if she was uncomfortable with this, but she quickly shut you up by crashing her lips into yours. She bit down on your bottom lip as she moved her hips against you. You were about to bite back, but she stood up and pulled away, swaying her hips as she turned around and placed herself in your lap again, grinding her ass into your crotch. She must have felt the toy hidden under your clothes, because you felt her breath hitch and she froze with wide eyes. 
Natasha let out a low chuckle as she saw your guys' plan play out. You were nowhere near oblivious to Wanda's crush on you. During team meetings, all her attention was on you, during movie night, she would curl up particularly close to you, etc. 
"I think this is our queue to leave," Natasha said, dragging the other two out with her. 
Wanda was completely lost in you, lost in the way the toy was pressed up against her ass, the way your hands were placed firmly on her hips, your hot breath on her neck, sending chills throughout her body. 
"If there's something you want, you'll have to use your words." You whispered behind her ear. 
She bit her lip, suppressing a moan, "I-I want you to fuck me…" 
"You don't sound too confident in that." You wrapped a hand around her body, fondling her breast. 
She moaned at the contact, "Mmm, fuck I've wanted you inside of me since I can remember, (Y/N), please… I want to feel you filling me up, to cum around you, to feel you on top of me with that damn necklace hanging down in my face…" 
You swallowed dryly, blushing at her words, "Sounds like you've thought about that a lot…" 
“Oh, you have no idea…” She said, lifting your chin with her index finger, tearing your gaze from her breasts. 
That’s when you completely lost it and lifted her up. She hit the bed with a thud, barely able to take a breath before you were tearing her clothes off, immediately biting down on the side of her neck. 
“Fuck, mommy…” She moaned, not even realizing she’d said it. 
You quickly discarded your clothes and then returned to trailing kisses and bites down her body, cherishing every slight gasp and reaction she had. You soon reached the apex of her thighs and were face to face with her glistening cunt. 
“You’re soaked for me... “ You groaned before licking a stripe through her folds with no warning. You chuckled against her as you felt her arch her back, bucking her hips up for more. You dipped your tongue further into her folds, making contact with her opening, her hand flew down and gripped your hair tight as you continued to repeat this action until she was right on the edge of her release. You pulled away, moving up her body before she came. She whined, but it was quickly turned into a moan as you lined up the toy with her pussy and thrusted in. 
“F-Fuck, I wanna ride you, mommy… wanna ride that huge cock of yours.” She panted out as she felt you bottom out inside of her. She felt you groan against her chest before she flipped both of you over, pinning your hands over your head. She threw her head back as she ground her hips against yours, the toy hitting that perfect spot inside of her. You bit your lip as you watched her hips move against yours perfectly, the sound of your skin slapping against hers as she rode you like her life depended on it drove you absolutely insane. She kept your hands held above your head with her powers as her hands fell to your shoulders while she tried to hold herself up. You could tell she was getting close so you bucked your hips up into her’s, causing her to scream out in pleasure.
“Harder, holy shit… harder.” She screamed. 
You gladly complied, fucking the cock up into her faster and harder, absolutely spellbound by the way her tits bounced with every little movement she made. Her nails dug into your shoulders as she finally came with a scream of your name, her legs shook on either side of you and she fell with her head on your chest, cock still buried deep inside of her. 
“Good girl.” You kissed the top of her head, running your now free hands through her hair. 
“Thank you for that…” She said sleepily. 
You simply smiled and wrapped your arms around her.
Taglist: @imnotasuperhero​ @rooskaya-yelena​ @aaron-despair​ @natasha-danvers​ @dynnealberto @natasharomanoffswife​
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dilfmobius · 3 months ago
bubble pop electric
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president loki x fem!reader
after trying to save one of your teammates, the tva sends you to a desolate planet that seems to be full of loki’s
SMUT, fingering, some voyeurism, unprotected sex - basically just p w some plot
1.6k words
i wanted to write for president loki all day and i’ll probably write for him again. that is all. i took some creative liberties
tagging @fic-force-99 !! :)
One moment you were escaping off of the celestial planet of Ego and the next minute you were being abducted by people claiming you “violated the timeline” and “were to answer for your crimes”, whatever that meant. You were nervous to say the least as you made your way to judge Renslayer. As you were told that your rescue of Yondu Udonta violated the ‘sacred timeline’ and that he was meant to die. As you were pushed through empty corridors, shouting that the rest of the Guardians would be looking for you, you knew there was no way out of this pruning.
You submitted yourself to it as you felt yourself fade away, darkness being the only thing that surrounded you as the rest of the universe disappeared.
That was, until you felt air fill your lungs again. Until you felt light filter through your closed eyelids.
You jumped awake, looking around as you took in everything you could see. There were monuments from all different types of places and things. Things that were familiar but somehow felt wrong. But the one thing that really caught your attention was how alone you were.
Quickly standing up, you noticed how desolate the place you were was. Not a soul in sight, definitely no way to contact the rest of the guardians.
“So… I’m in hell.” You spoke, looking down to see if the devil had at least sparred you a cute outfit. Of course not, you were still dressed head to toe in ugly TVA prison gray and orange.
As you looked around, you noticed something moving in the clouds - and whatever it was, it didn’t look happy. Having dealt with your fair share of evil creatures, you knew the best thing you could do at this point was just run.
So you did. You ran until you couldn’t run anymore, until you found a building that strangely looked just like the White House and ran into it.
In your haste you didn’t notice that the walls were coated in green and gold, nor did you notice the other variants watching you as you sprinted into any place you could find. Not until you felt something grab your wrist and push you against a wall.
“Who are you?” The large man asked, a dagger placed directly against your throat.
“Your worst nightmare.” You muttered sarcastically, kneeing him in the stomach before continuing to run.
You ran right into a room with a desk that you could hide behind, only listening to your own breathing calm as you tried to decipher any noises that would come near you. You almost believed that you were in the clear until you heard the door open. Until someone sat down in front of you, until you felt them grab you by the wrists and pull you out from under the desk.
“What do we have here?” The gruff voice of a raven haired man questioned you.
“I know you’re a variant, before you try to explain.”
“Because I’m a variant too, we all are.”
Your gaze softened as you looked at the man, the panic seeming to leave you - mostly.
“Do you have a way out?”
He only laughed in response, releasing your wrists and allowing you to stand on your own.
“Of course not, nobody leaves this place.”
You finally took in his suit and horned crown. His “Vote for Loki” pin and his cocky demeanor.
“Who are you?”
“I’m President Loki, all those men out there are Loki’s too.”
You’d heard of Loki. Prince of Asgard, burdened by some sort of glorious purpose to rule. You’d heard never to cross paths with him, and now you were learning that you were surrounded by god knows how many versions of him? Maybe this is hell, after all.
“I’ll keep answering your questions if you answer mine.” he offered up, inching closer to you as you watched him with extreme caution. As Loki held his hand out for a shake, a devilish grin crossed his face as you took his hand within your own.
“Deal.” you responded, growing nervous as you felt his breath fan over your face, holding eye contact with you as you shrunk before him.
“Why are you here?”
“Apparently someone I saved was supposed to die.”
“Who did you save?”
“A member of my team.”
“What team?”
“The Guardians of the Galaxy.”
With how Loki started laughing you would have assumed that you had said the most hilarious joke he had ever heard. You watched in annoyance as he held onto his stomach and let out the biggest belly laughs he could manage.
“What’s so funny?” You asked, defensively as you grabbed him by the shoulder so he had to look at you.
“Let me guess what you all are… space Avengers? Destined to use your pull as heroic Gods to get free dinner at a restaurant and destroy whatever city you want?”
“No, we’re just a bunch of assholes who ended up on the same space ship.”
“Fair enough. What do you want to ask me?” He said, his ‘diplomatic’ side coming back. He was the ‘President’ after all.
“Where are we?”
“A place where all the timelines rejects get sent. Where space and time don’t matter.”
You sighed, knowing there most likely was no way for you to escape this place.
“If I can’t leave, can I stay here?”
He seemed to need a moment to think about it before a devious smile covered the man's face. His hand trailed over your neck and down to your breast, gently cupping you before leaning down.
Though you were shocked and nervous you made no effort to reject his efforts as President Loki connected his lips to yours, sucking your lip within his as he continued to caress your breast through your prison uniform and bra.
He pulled back, noting the way you clenched your thighs as he rubbed his hand over where he presumed your nipple was.
“I have been looking for a First Lady…” He trailed off, tugging your bottom lip between his teeth before he pulled back. Loki walked you over to his desk, pushing you against it.
You watched as green enveloped your body before your clothes were completely removed, and you couldn’t help but notice that the same happened to Loki’s presidential suit, his helmet being the only thing that remained on his body. Your eyes connected with his, before he reached a hand down to make contact with your clit.
You let out a moan, grabbing onto his forearm and feeling his muscles flex as he ran circles over your clit, mixing things up and thrusting two fingers into your pussy and curling them within you.
His thumb replaced his pointer finger as he roughly rubbed your clit, fucking you with his hand as if he was trying to pull your soul out through your orgasm.
“Poor little thing, so desperate.” He said, gripping your hips with his free hand to stop you from grinding against his hand. “You must’ve not been touched by anyone else for a longtime.” He teased, pressing a gentle kiss to your cheeks and forehead.
Just as you felt an orgasm building within you, Loki removed his fingers from your pussy. You whined, allowing him to bring his fingers into your throat and have you taste your own wetness. You were distracted by his fingers, so distracted that you didn’t notice his cock rubbing against you until he thrusted it inside.
Your head flew back as you let out a moan. You let him flip you over, your breasts pressed against the desk as he roughly ground his hips against yours, allowing you a moment to adjust to his size before setting a quick pace of thrusts.
You felt time slow as two men came rushing in.
“We heard-“ They stopped, upon seeing what was happening in front of them.
Any normal person would have stopped what they were doing to save what was left of their dignity. But Loki was not a normal person, and he had no shame as he continued to thrust his hips into you; pulling on your hair with one of his hands. And you couldn’t help the whines and moans that came from you as he fucked you on the desk, your eyes noticing the Loki variants in the doorway making no effort to cover the growing tents in their pants.
“If all- fuck -you wanted was to check- oh - up on me you’re free to go.” Loki said, shamelessly moaning throughout his words as he pulled you against his chest, continuing to fuck you senseless. Paying no mind to the way the men’s eyes trailed to your bouncing tits as they eventually left the room, presumably to go pleasure themselves.
“I don’t mind an audience…” you sheepishly admitted, growing embarrassed as you felt Loki laughing behind you before feeling him trail his hand over your front, beginning to rub your clit as he pressed a kiss to your jawline.
“I’ll remember that for later.” He said, in essentially a promise as he continued to fuck your sensitive pussy with his large cock.
You felt your orgasm building again, and you knew Loki did too as he roughly grabbed your jaw, turning your head to face his own, “Will you be my First Lady?”
“A-Always, I’ll be your Fi-First Lady always.”
He seemed satisfied by your answer, rubbing your clit faster and giving you the go ahead to cum for him. You whined out his name as you came, and you wondered if it was the use of ‘President Loki’ that made him cum inside of you seconds later.
In a moment you were dressed in a black, green and gold outfit and the man behind you was back in his suit. Both of you appearing completely clean from the previous activities.
“Allow me to give you the official, Presidential tour…”
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angelkhi-reclibrary · 4 months ago
Housewarming - S.R
Pairing: Neighbour!Steve Rogers x reader
Warnings: SMUT (18+ minors dni), Porn with plot??? Age gap (reader is in early 20's), hair pulling, spitting, oral (f receiving), slight size kink, choking, v big praise kink, cumplay, degrading, p in v, mean parents, too much backstory I'm sorry . I think that's everything, sorry if I missed anything!
Note: Sorry if there’s any mistakes it’s 2am and my brain wouldn’t rest until I got this out. Also there’s one very specific gif and it’s time stamped as 44:30 in the movie but this is the best I could do. If anyone has a higher quality version please send it over <3 essentially this fit but nomad / iw Steve beard and hair. Enjoy!
Word count: 2551 (I’m so sorry, I got carried away)
Part Two <3
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The weekend has been the hottest on record so far, much to your parents joy for their housewarming garden party. Their new, lavish home is a result of many years of saving and three of their four children flying the nest, and they want everyone to know it.
The country kitchen opens out onto the vast back lawn already bustling with old friends and new neighbours. The heat is like a smack in the face when you finally join the party, your love for the breezy summer dress you'd chose some moments before increasing tenfold.
Familiar and unfamiliar faces stop to chat as you search for ways to avoid your parents, each one claiming the last time that they saw you, you were "yay high", whilst bumping their hand against their hip. You just nod and smile, knowing that you barely remember most of them. But you lap it up regardless, just wanting to avoid your parents.
You're being quizzed by your fifth estranged aunt of the hour when your mom finally finds you in the crowd, beckoning you over from the kitchen doors. You smile politely and move in her direction, knowing she only wants to complain about something you've done in the past few hours.
Her smile is sweet, borderline sickly as she grasps your elbow and guides you through the house. It's all for show as her fingers grasp a little to tight and her tone is sharp.
"Grab some more drinks from the basement. If anyone asks you’re only staying at home temporarily, you've been viewing apartments every week but none of them are good enough, and for gods sake change that dress, you look like a whore." She whispers at you, her jaw surely hurting from all that fake smiling. Her words hurt a little, but you'd never show it for you already owe her a lifetime of gratitude for a roof over your head. Best not to add emotional trauma as well as the slutty dress to the list.
You just nod and head off, knowing better than to make a scene, grabbing an old boot and propping the faulty basement door open. Bar the broken door, the basement is as neat as the rest of the house with a large cooler in one of the back rooms your parents had stacked it full of alcoholic beverages for the weekend.
Hauling the many crates and bottles of alcohol up the stairs, with only the momentary relief from the cooler is torture in the sweltering heat. The final crate is the heaviest and it strains on your wrist, the short distance to the kitchen seeming to stretch for miles.
"Here, let me grab that for you." His voice stops you dead in your tracks as your new neighbour, Steve Rogers, plucks the crate from your arms and gestures for you lead the way to the kitchen. He plunks them down next to the hoard of alcohol already beside the kitchen counter.
"Thank you, Mr Rogers." He turns towards you, a kind smile on his lips and his hands resting on his hips. In the short time you'd been here, you'd spoken to him a handful of times, usually just short exchanges whilst collecting the mail and so having him standing in your kitchen with you and only you made your nerves skyrocket.
Your thanks become a quiet murmur when you take him in, his shaggy hair slicked back and beard neatly trimmed. His lightly patterned shirt and slacks hug his body sinfully, showing off his broad shoulders and perfectly sculpted thighs. Your blood seems to heat up a little at the mere sight of him and when his eyes meet your own it's near boiling.
"What's wrong with your wrist?" His words circle around in your head for a moment before you're able to reply and a sly smirk forms on his lips as he awaits your reply. My wrist? My wrist.
"It's just the strain from moving all of the bottles. Can I get you a drink Mr Rogers?" He nods, calling out his beer of choice and waits for you to bring it to him. Instead of grabbing for the beer, he inches his fingers around your wrist, pinching ever so slightly but enough to make you wince.
"Honey, I think you should get some ice for that wrist." Steve's voice is deep, commanding, turning his subtle request into an order you couldn't help but fulfil.
"I- er, yes Mr Rogers." You reply obediently.
"Good girl."
He follows you down into the  basement, back to that cooler, not knowing about the broken door at the top of the stairs, and you're too busy trying to stay upright you don't think to warn him.
The door thuds shut as you dip into the ice tray making you jump slightly followed by a curse, a brief moment of horror settling into your shoulders as you turn to Mr Rogers.
"What's wrong?" He asks.
"The door, you can only open it from the outside," you pause when he ushers you onto the counter, "essentially, we're trapped."
"We'll worry about the door in just a moment, gimme the ice." His hand swamps yours when you pass him the rag filled with ice, the sheer size of him sending a shudder through you.
"Hold it on your wrist, just like that.” Steve holds the ice against your wrist for a moment until you two over. His cold fingertips trail up your arm, a trail of cool water from the ice he'd been holding to the minor injury a few moments prior. Up past your shoulder, lingering for a moment on the strap of your dress before continuing across your exposed collar bones.
"Such a good little girl, doing whatever I tell you." His calloused fingers stroke your throat, his grip slowly growing tighter only to relive the pressure a few seconds later. There's a hint of beer on his breath when he speaks, his face so close one wrong breath and your lips are his, though with the blinding rush of arousal from being at his mercy pushing through you, you wouldn't mind him claiming your mouth or any other part of you for that matter.
"Spread your legs for me honey," Steve's deep voice hums against your lips, and you comply, your sundress providing easy access right to where you wanted him. He pushes up your dress past your thighs, and you lift yourself so it rests on your hips. Steve drags his thumb across your damp, exposed panties, pressing down a little on your clit, breathing in your small whimper.
"So responsive, I'm barely touching you," his thumb sticks with that pressure, now moving in small circles around your nub, Steve's smile growing wicked at the sight of your eyes closed and mouth slightly ajar with little to no contact. He leans closer, his lips pressing a soft kiss to yours, his hand tightening around your throat once more as he deepens it. His tongue trails your lip for a moment and you're open wide for him, the soft kiss quickly becoming ravenous.
"Mr Rogers- fuck, please..." Your hips buck into his too-light touches in search for something, anything more.
"What's wrong honey? Use your words,"
He coos, not letting up his thumb, "you want my fingers? My mouth? Hmm, let's see what happens when you ask nicely."
"Mr Rogers, please," His thumb pushes just that little bit harder, rendering your speechless. "Please eat my pussy."
"Dirty girl." He tuts, pulling your panties down your legs and stuffing them in his back pocket, the cold air doing little to calm your raging heat. You barely get a second to breath before he's lapping at your juices, his tongue running down from your nub to dip into your weeping hole and back up once more. He slips in a one of his long, rough fingers watching as your body submits to him.
"Fuckin perfect little cunt," He slips in a second finger, his rhythms altering with the beat from the uptempo song upstairs, his tongue returning to your clit.  Your hand makes its way to his hair, the usually shaggy locks slicked back. You can't help but to tug on it, pulling it out of place as he continues to eat your pussy as though it's the first thing he's ate in weeks, his beard rough against your inner thighs.
"Gonna cum, m'so close Mr Rogers please." Steve thought about it for a moment, how good youd look begging for your release, how you'd writhe beneath him as he took his sweet sweet time dragging orgasm after orgasm from your wrecked body. That he wanted to happen on his bed, when he had all the time in the world, not in your basement on borrowed time, hoping no one decides to venture down here, and so he sped up his fingers daring to add a third. His teeth drag lightly over your clit before he locks his lips and sucks harshly. Your hips grind on his face and you have to bite down on your lip to silence the noises you're making when Steve holds your hip in place as he thrusts his fingers and tongue sending you over the edge, unrelenting as he finger fucks you through your orgasm.
In a flash his lips are back on yours, teeth clashing in a rushed kiss. You can taste yourself on his lips as you pant into his mouth, trying to regulate your breathing as he unbuttons his slacks and pulls out his huge cock, pumping it a couple of times.
You reach down to thumb at the weeping head, gathering the insane amount of precum on your fingers and sucking them into your mouth, holding Mr Rogers gaze whilst doing so. His groan is guttural and he pushes the bulbous head into your little hole, stretching you out inch by inch. He works himself into you slowly, resisting the urge to fuck himself you all at once.
You're a mess beneath him, he's stretching you in a way no one has ever done before but my god do you love it. He continues to work himself into you, his neatly trimmed hair grating against your clit as he bottoms out finally. Steve's hands find your waist as he pulls out to the tip and thrusts back into you, the force jolting your body backwards.
Again and again he thrusts into you, his mouth nipping and sucking down your neck, across your chest, he pulls down the front of your dress spilling your tits out, his teeth grazing and pinching your nipples. His hand wraps around your throat again squeezing his fingers in that perfect spot.
His pace is near brutal as he fucks himself into you, no remorse for your aching pussy, his hand wrapping around your thigh pulling it against his hip somehow going deeper and deeper.
"Keep your eyes on me baby, good girl. That's my girl."
You want to close them, my god do you want to close them as he pounds your tight cunt, your arousal gushing down your legs with each thrust. Steve's lips quickly find your own, his callous beard rough against your smooth skin as he placed open mouthed kisses onto your lips, pulling back for a moment to admire how perfectly fucked out you are on his dick.
"Open wide for me pretty girl, that's it, tongue out." Steve holds your jaw, spitting onto your awaiting tongue, nudging your chin to close your mouth. You swallow what he gives you too fucked out to care.
"F-fuck, sir- feels so good." You're mumbling between silent moans, one hand tangled in his hair, the other gripping his broad back, nails digging into his perfect skin marking it ever so slightly. You're close, so so close to a second orgasm and he knows it, he can feel your cunt clenching around him as you mumble against his lips how much you need it. Steve's kiss is slow, deep almost affectionate, a stark contrast to the way he's treating your body and you melt into it. Melt into his tongue brushing over yours and his teeth nipping at your bottom lip.
"Honey, fuck, I'm so close." He's kissing you again as he punctuates his thrusts to the lively beat once more, his hips moving at an unnaturally fast pace, the slight hint of pain only enhancing the pleasure. His hand finds yours and pulls it down between you, urging you to rub your fingers over you clit, matching his pace.
You clamp down on him, thighs shaking as he fucks you through your second orgasm, your pussy clenching around him bringing him to the brink of his own release.
“Cum in me Mr Rogers. Fill my pussy up, please sir.” You’re whining in his ear jerking your hips against his rabid movements, nipping at the spot just below his ear, wanting him to finish just as bad as, if not more, than he did.
"Oh my god, fuck baby fuck." His hips stutter as he paints your cervix with his cum, thrusting a couple more times before he stills inside you, head buried in the curve of your neck and shoulder placing small kisses there. Your hands run through his hair, combing it back and stroking his nape.
He pulls himself out of you and moves his hands from your hips to the apex of your thighs, using his fingers to push the leaking cum back inside of you, small moans of pleasure and pain falling from your lips. He brings his fingers to your lips and you waste no time licking them clean, tasting him and yourself all at once. The vulgar action burns at your cheeks but you’re way past embarrassment as Steve pulls your panties back up your legs, ensuring that his warm cum stays inside of you for the duration of the evenings.
“Such a perfect cunt. You’re perfect.” He mumbles against your lips, pulling away to fix the front of your dress, pulling the straps up over your shoulders as you neaten your ruffled hair. Steve quickly pulls his slacks and boxers back up, tucking in his shirt in a bid to conceal the fact that he’d just fucked his new neighbours daughter in their basement whilst they partied upstairs. His hands are soft as he helps you down from the counter, even softer when he cradles your neck and kisses you once more, soft and dominant and unrelenting. So much so that something stirs in you once again and you’re craving your much older neighbour once more.
The hinges of the door basement creak and a slither of light cascades down the creaky stairs, just as Steve pulls the hem of your dress falls back into place. A voice calls down once, twice, three times offering to let you out.
“C’mon, we’d better get back to the party.” His voice is a soft whisper against your lips in she shadow of the basement and he steps away into the light calling back to the stranger. Steve gives one final smile, gesturing for you to go ahead of him, back into the party where your parents are wooing, all whilst your panties are covered in his seed.
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burnthoneymint · 14 hours ago
— kinktober day twenty three.
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welcome everyone to my first ever kinktober collab with my bff @leydileyla <3 we have both been super into marvel lately so we decided to do a marvel edition, hopefully everyone will enjoy!
**In order not to miss any of the smutty goodness please follow @leydileyla​ as well, you wont regret it!
pairing: tony stark / fem!reader
genre: smut / pwp
wordcount: 0,7 k 
warnings: established relationship, cock warming, tony calls you good girl, fingering
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Tony’s hot damp breath wet your sensitive skin, his cock throbbing inside of you, you tried not to move. You absolutely hated how the freckled man teased you, telling you that he just wanted to cuddle and that he was cold, then getting you all worked up for him. He was a cruel cruel man. 
Your body trembled as Tony’s tongue continued to taste your neck, he never moved his hips, it was as if he was casually spooning you but in reality his cock was stretching you and making your insides quiver. 
“Don’t you like how close we are right now?” he muttered, his lips on your burning skin. “I love the way you’re warming me up y/n.” 
Tears stung the corner of your eyes and a strained choke left you when you tried to talk. Your heart was beating loud and your breath hitched whenever he grazed his teeth against you. 
“This isn’t fair,” you managed to choke out. “You said that you just wanted to cuddle, liar.” 
“I am cuddling you,” Tony hummed as peppered your skin with open mouthed kisses. “Don’t you like having me inside you? I’m hurt y/n.” 
The teasing tone of his voice made your stomach churn, he slightly adjusted his hip, pushing in deeper into you as he nestled once again inside of you. An embarrassing moan left you and you pressed into him, he chuckled and you could feel his warm breath on the nape of your neck. Your cheeks were burning, embarrassed that a mere movement was enough to get you mewling like a cat in heat. 
“I guess you do like having me inside of you,” he sang silently, you felt his warm lips on the shell of your ear. “You’re too good to me.” 
His hands snuck under your shirt, his fingertips danced along your skin, burning wherever it touched. Your toes curled when he brushed against your nipples, he purred as you cunt squeezed around his cock, your body called out to him in a heated manner, wanting to feel more of him. Tony placed another kiss on the nape of your neck, he continued to brush your nips with his fingertips, it felt as if he was caressing them with a soft feather. It tickled and made your breast ache for a rougher touch. 
“You’re always too good for me aren’t you, y/n?” he continued praising you, his lips still latched onto your skin. “My good girl always does what I say.” 
Your heavy breathing followed his praise, your mind was simply focused on not moving. Instinctively your cunt squeezed around him once again and he chuckled, his warm breath damp on the back of your neck. 
“You like being my good girl don’t you?” he cooed. “Maybe I should reward you then? What do you say?” 
With that he pinched both of your erect nipples at the same time, you screamed and pressed into his pelvis further, your back arched. His hips were still painfully still, Tony sucked on the bite mark and let go. He pressed his wet lips against your ear. 
“I haven’t even touched you properly and already my cock is soaked.” he said in a breathy whisper. 
With one hand still playing with your nipple his other hand traveled down to your heat, his hips still, his fingertips brushed against your puffy clit and rolled the sensitive nub between his fingers. You bit your bottom lip as a throaty moan left you, your eyes threatened to close as you wanted to give in to the pleasure. Your insides churned even him without fucking you, heat build up in your abdomen as your orgasm neared. You took in a sharp breath and focused on the way Tony rolled and occasionally pinched your clit, his other hand also still playing with your nipple, the pleasure was immeasurable-- 
A wave of pleasure washed over you, your body quivering and trembling. You could’ve sworn that you could see stars. Tony continuously whispered words of praise as you came down from your orgasm, a shiver ran up your spine with the feeling of his lips against your skin. 
“Good girl,” he said. “You’re so pretty when you cum.” 
You couldn’t wait for more.
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fuckandfluff · 5 months ago
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Every single thing I have written so far is strongly 18+ and super smutty! PLEASE heed all warnings at the start of each fic & DO NOT engage if you are a minor
💓special thanks to the incredibly talented @rainbowkisses31 for the beautiful little dividers xo
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Found Here
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I'm With The Band Series
Part 1 (Where it all began)
Part 2 (Bucky corners you in the bathroom)
Part 3 (You finally hook up and it gets rough)
Part 4 (DP with drummer Steve Rogers and Bucky)
Part 5 (You film a tape with Bucky to make Steve jealous)
Part 6 (Bucky is coked out so you explore your feelings for Steve)
Live Wire (inspired by Seb with those drumsticks)
Shout at the Devil (Bucky refuses to share you & the hate sex proves it)
Kickstart My Heart (A bet with his bandmates turns into some hot motel sex for you)
Bucky & The Bombshell (Bucky & his girl want to take you home)
Sympathy for the Bombshell (Bucky tortures you with a remote controlled vibrator during a show - male POV)
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Something Borrowed (dark!Bucky x innocent!reader collab w/ @sableseb for @basementwiveswritingchallenge)
Inconceivable (You and Steve will do anything to have a baby.. including taking Dr. Barnes’ suggestions..)
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The Smell of Sunshine (You give Mickey your virginity after a balmy night out in Greece)
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Stepdad!Andy AU
Recollection (Stepdad!Andy, where it all began)
Lose Control (You tag along on the honeymoon)
Attitude Problems (Andy’s done with your attitude)
Ignition (Andy’s breeding kink emerges)
Inveigle (You lose your anal virginity)
Happy Daddy’s Day (You decide to tease Andy on his special day)
No Vacancy (Andy is sick of you being a hoe - male POV)
He lets rockstar!Bucky have a piece of you
He brings home your best friend to get revenge
Reprisal (Andy gets his just desserts for bringing home your friend)
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Persuasion (Want a spot on the team? Earn it. - male POV)
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Honey & Her (Sub!Lee has a mommy kink)
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The Wolf , The Lamb (2 part story with BestFriendsDad!Steve - co-written with my beautiful, talented bestie @sableseb)
Miscellaneous Characters:
Constant Craving (Natasha introduces a new toy in the shower)
xoxoxo Tay
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dreamysreverie · 13 days ago
Barbie Girl | part 1
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Summary: AU. Wanda Maximoff didn’t believe in love, not when everything has been taken away from her. She’s the queen bee of her social circles, a sorority leader, she's perfect. Why would she care about you?, that's the issue is that the only person she ever wants is someone she can't have.
The best way to get someone you can’t have, is to make a deal with them after a mistake they did. After all it was just sex, no hard feeling. Or just maybe, you’re the one to turn her thorns into roses. 
pairings: sorority! Wanda Maximoff x fem! Reader (college au, modern au)
Words: 3, 852
Warnings: Fingering (r! receiving), orgasm denial, dom/sub dynamics, alcohol consumption, degradation (uses of 'slut').
A/n: I'm very excited for this!! Let me know what you think so far and I hope you enjoy <3 ALSO thank you so much to @outromoni for making this header!! It's so beautiful and go check them out if you'd like one too!
Part one: The deal. 
Read part two here
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You remember the first time you met her, Wanda Maximoff. It was difficult not to notice her. She was beautiful as ever, and you were somewhat jealous of how perfect she seemed every time she walked, talked, behaved. She was mesmerizing. She wasn’t all that sweet though, underneath all that was her own emptiness and if you looked closely all you could find was a scared little girl that had everything taken from her and she was still trying to grasp hold of what she had left, herself. It was sad just knowing now how lonely she was deep down. She used to have one person in her life that was family, everything went to hell after he was taken from her and nothing has been the same. 
Until she met you, on your first day as a freshman college student. All bright smiles and the young curious innocence in your eyes, and just maybe, her thorns would turn into roses again. 
And this is how you managed to turn them into a field of roses. 
12:20 AM. 
This can not be happening. 
You stare blankly at your screen, feeling your heart beat faster than it already was. The feeling you could faint at any moment with your breathing slowly losing control. Whether it was from fear or excitement or the alcohol you had consumed earlier that night. Now, you were seeing the nude picture you thought you sent to someone  just to tease them and to see a reaction out of them for fun. 
Instead you ended up, half-drunk, at some frat party on the campus inside someone’s bathroom you had no idea who it belonged to and right now you couldn’t care less. 
The only thing you should be concerned about is who you sent the picture to. 
And it was from none other than. 
Wanda Maximoff. 
She wasn’t just any random stranger or student you might have a class with or pass by now and then or see her in the city, no. She was the leader of your sorority house, that was Kappa theta tau. That you had somehow managed to get in all because from what you heard you had caught the eyes of Wanda and now you probably have ruined an opportunity of a lifetime. 
Wanda was terrifying, not in a way to others for you that meant something else more than just fear. 
And the arousal in between your legs said enough as it is.
You don’t even remember the last time you’ve properly been touched, have you ever been touched before? Let alone by a woman? The thought of Wanda touching you like that made your head feel lightheaded and dizzy and something burning inside you with want. 
You were supposed to be afraid of her, right? She can easily kick you out of the house even if you didn’t do anything wrong or ruin the reputation that you barely have here at college since you’ve only been here for two months. 
So why did she have this effect on you?
No one else has made you feel the way she has ever since you stepped foot on this campus and were introduced to her. 
This was all so confusing, you couldn’t talk to anyone about it because that would get out and the news would spread like wildfire that you had a crush on Wanda Maximoff. 
You didn’t need that right now. 
Especially since you haven’t even been here that long, you wanted to do good. The few goals you set out for yourself where to get good grades, have a good reputation over your peers and the other sorority girls. Instead, here you are feeling the urge to cry and throw your phone out of the window and move out of this college to never be seen again. 
You covered your face in your hands, hiding in shame. Heat crept up your neck from embarrassment and your cheeks felt hot. Everything felt hot. 
Eventually, you had to go outside and face everyone. It’s not like the whole world has seen your naked body. Maybe, just maybe Wanda likes you enough to let this slide. From what you learned so far while your stay in Kappa theta tau house is that everyone is there for one another. To help and support and care isn’t that not what being a part of a sorority house is all about and why they care about it a lot?. 
Or maybe that was just all bullshit talk. 
You remembered how on your first day, hearing about the sorority house and how excited you were (and not to mention you were shy) you thought half the things they did as a sorority while during Rush Week felt a little ridiculous. Though you wouldn't dare to say that out loud because you would just get humiliated by them.
Though right now you already felt humiliated enough. 
You're then reminded why you joined this sorority house in the first place, no one back home would ever expect you to actually participate in this but you did it because you wanted to make your family proud. 
Most importantly, your mother attended this college once. 
And now, you feel screwed. 
As the screen lighted up, you realized that you weren’t going to let anyone shame you for a little mistake. You would do just about anything to keep the reputation you had and not have it ruined because going back home would feel worse than facing the friends you managed to make at this college. 
They were good friends too. 
The friends you probably meet once in college, and then never see them again because of different life goals and you weren’t on the same path as them (which to you was fine) but it couldn’t hurt to appreciate them and stay close just for now while you’re still young. 
It felt like being back in high school again, except this was much more work than you had expected which wasn’t that much of a surprise to you. 
Since your mother had prepared you for college life, told you that on the way you will learn that some friends will just stay or go. None of that matters for the time being, as long as you grow into the person you want to be. And maybe on the way, you will have a partner with you on the adventure by your side. 
With shaky hands and letting out a sigh, you brought your knees up close to your chest as you huddled in the corner of the bathroom looking like a girl that just had the worst night ever because her boyfriend had dumped her right before the party even started. If anyone were to see you right now you would probably cry right then and there. 
But instead, you held your tears back and stared at the message showing up with Wanda Maximoff’s name lighting up. You could still hear the music blasting through the house and people walking by, chattering about all sorts. 
Your friends probably wondered where you were if they cared. 
You wouldn’t let them see you in this state anyway. 
[12:34 AM] Wanda Maximoff: Come see me now. You know which room, don’t you dare waste my time either. 
You felt a shiver go down your spine, you knew that if she sent a demanding text to see you right this moment meant something worse than you could have imagined was about to happen. You never get these types of texts before, either way, whenever she messaged anyone it was always straightforward and no questions. 
Anyone who knows Wanda knew that too. 
You wondered if the other girls would be back too, to see your walk of shame and embarrass you even more. 
Your throat felt dry, you stared down at the empty red cup that was once filled with vodka spiked punch that was actually gross to drink. You stood back up shakily, your phone slipping out of your hand causing you to groan as you bent down to pick it up. 
The door to the bathroom swung open, and there stood one of Wanda’s friends, She was close within her circle. She was also a part of the sorority house you were in. 
Natalia, or sometimes going by Natasha. 
Staring at her now, despite being a little tipsy you always found her effortlessly beautiful with her red hair and stunning green eyes. 
“Look at you, a mess you are” Natasha shook her head, you’d think she was disappointed in your actions and how you handled yourself but the amusement in her tone and the smile on her face said otherwise. 
“S-sorry, just needed some alone time for a bit” you stammered, almost tripping on your own feet as she pressed herself against your body and wrapped an arm around you. 
The sweet gesture made you blush. 
“At a party?” her accent that you were very much mesmerized by filled your ears with how close she was standing next to you and that made your heart skip a beat. “sweetheart, no one gets alone time to themselves at a party” she then laughs and you take the time to take in her gorgeous features. 
“I know, but I really needed it. You’ve been here longer than me and you’re obviously used to this crowd and I’m still getting used to it,” you replied with a small shy smile and she nodded understandingly. 
The two of you then walked down the stairs that were filled with people either drinking or smoking, indulging in bad behaviors, or either those who just came up here to make out. 
Natasha led you through the loud drunk crowd of students and the smell of sweat and alcohol and not to mention the strong perfume you could sometimes smell all made your nose scrunch up in disgust. 
Yeah. You definitely weren’t used to this type of party scene. 
Natasha must have sensed your discomfort, you saw her rummaging through her pockets and your eyes widened at her casually pulling out a small bottle of pills you couldn’t read properly what they were labeled but you did notice her name on them. 
“Want some Xanax? I have them for when I get anxious too” she tells you. 
You stood there a little stunned, Natasha always seemed so carefree and confident yet fierce. All the good traits of what it means to join a sorority club you also have learned. 
And you sure did admire her strength. 
“You just have them on you?” you say with disbelief and she grins. 
“Not always. Just when the time is right, would you like one?” the redhead asks, and as tempting as it sounds you declined her saying you didn’t want to go down a road where you just had to depend on drugs to keep your anxiety level down. 
You were glad she didn’t take it in offense though. 
“Suit yourself,” Natasha said, putting them back away. 
You chuckled amusedly at her antics and she laughed along with you, that alone calms your nerves down. As you made it out alive of the party you stumbled on your feet a bit and she caught you. 
You couldn’t help but stare longer into her eyes with the way her arms were wrapped around you, protecting you from anything. You’ve honestly never felt safer than you had in her arms. 
“Sorry” you mumbled, pushing away from her and you didn’t catch the sadness that flashed through her eyes when you did that. 
“Stop apologizing, now go see Wanda she’s expecting you,” Natasha said, just as you were about to go after thanking her and you turned back around. 
“Wait, how do you?--” 
“Don’t mention it, now go see her before she turns into a scary angry lion and comes looking for you instead” she teases and that didn’t help your nerves at all. 
“Great. Thanks anyway, Natasha” you smiled, waving her goodbye before walking off towards the sorority house with someone you weren't even sure if you wanted to face. 
Or you hope that was just one of Natasha’s jokes. 
Natasha was right but somewhat wrong. 
When you arrived at the house, it was quiet. So none of the other girls have come back from parties yet. Considering it hasn’t even reached that point of the night where people would start to leave back to their dorms, even then they would stay out late until dawn. 
Wanda sat on her bed, you couldn’t help but let your eyes roam all over her body. She was beautiful. You couldn’t even stop staring at her in class, and now here she was staring at you with an unreadable expression and the way she was looking at you the moment when you had walked in made you clench your thighs together and she must have noticed that either way you still felt screwed. 
You bit down on your bottom lip, what should you do? Just stand there? Should you say something? 
Thoughts were going through your head, about potential punishments, the humiliation in front of the other girls once they got back, getting kicked out. 
Instead, Wanda stood back up. Stalking towards you with a hungry look in her eyes that you couldn't wrap your finger around what she could be thinking about, Wanda was hard to read or understand at times. But you still tried getting to know her whenever she gave you the opportunity. 
And you would never take that for granted. 
“Take your clothes off.” 
The words that came from her mouth almost made you fall. The sharp cut of her accent coming through her demand, hitting straight to your core that you couldn't deny the effect she had on you. You couldn’t believe what she was asking you to do, you just stood there not even moving which didn’t help with anything at all. 
“Did I stutter?.” 
You blinked. 
Swallowing down your nerves. 
“N-no, I’m just confused.” You said, finally having some little courage to speak up. 
The brunette then smirked, walking towards you with a sway to her hips and you didn’t even stop your eyes from looking down and at the way she walked and how when you looked back up you certainly didn’t look into her eyes instead you stared straight at her lips. 
As if you couldn’t be more obvious. 
Wanda kept stalking towards you with a glint in her eyes that you couldn’t comprehend what but you knew or you thought you knew deep down what was about to happen. 
Again, you felt the same feeling every other time you got the chance to speak or be close to Wanda. The way she looked at you with such a heated gaze and looks that could kill and the wetness growing in between your thighs made you wish this was a dream that you were having of her. 
She was hot, you can admit that. It’s not wrong to think she’s beautiful, because she is. And everyone knew that. 
It would make sense, right?
Why would Wanda, of all the people on the campus, ever look at you the way she’s looking right now?
Before you could say anything about the picture you had sent her before you could even apologize and beg for forgiveness. You shoved against the wall with a muffled surprised squeal you let out and your mind just felt so dazed in the moment of whatever was happening. 
Her lips were pressed against yours, roughly. She was kissing you! This had to be a dream. Why in the world would Wanda ever want to kiss you like this? With such passion which you could only describe could be filled with lust. Maybe this was your punishment, she must have known about the not-so-secret crush you had on your leader because according to what your friends have told you, you aren’t that good at hiding it as much as you like to think you were. 
You slowly got into a good rhythm with her, you kissed back with just as much passion as she showed you just then. You could feel the smug grin on her face that you wanted to punch off but you knew that wouldn’t get you anywhere. You just let yourself get lost in the moment, of kissing someone you have admired the most. 
She was a good kisser too, really good. Your hands trembled against her touch, not knowing what to do with them. Her lips were soft, you could taste the cherry-chapstick she likes to wear almost every day because it makes her taste even sweeter than she already is. 
You tried fighting back a moan when you felt her hand give a squeeze at your breast, letting her have the opportunity to see you fully give in. You gave in, letting out a moan which sounded whinier to you than you liked. Wanda didn’t seem to mind as that only allowed her more access to explore your mouth with her tongue meeting yours halfway that made you even more louder.
Her hand disappeared under the skirt you wore tonight, which to Wanda was a big tease. With the black skirt that showed off your curves so well that made her crave you even more than before, she moaned when she pushed your soaked silk panties to the side and ran a finger through your dripping folds. 
“So wet,” Wanda groaned at the feeling, you tried bucking your hips into her for friction but you should have known better. 
She wasn’t going to give it to you that easy. 
You cried out, god you were sensitive. Desperate for a release, desperate for something. Anything. She could tell too, your lips had left hers and your eyes closed at the sensation going through you. 
This gave Wanda more of a perfect opportunity to tease and play with you. 
“You like sending photos like that of yourself to others, don’t you?. Such a slut. I'm not even surprised. I wonder who the special girl or guy is who got to see your naked body, to touch this pretty pussy of yours” Wanda chuckled humorously, “I hope it’s not one of those frat boys, they don’t know how to cherish and treat a body like yours. Not unless it’s me either way.” 
You were confused, with the dumbfounded expression you now had. You looked back up at Wanda, trying to process her words. Instead, you were caught off with another moan as you started to grind down on her fingers that were now rubbing small circles on your clit and smiled while watching you. 
“Like you care” you spat back, growing frustrated as you looked into her eyes. “Why do you give a fuck about who I share my photos to anyways?” 
Wanda tilted her head to the side with a smirk, you saw something change in her eyes for just a split second that made you shut up quickly. She then plunged one and two fingers inside your wet cunt with ease and you whined. Clutching onto her shoulder, she started to pump them in and out, you whimpered as your head fell into her shoulder. 
God, this felt better than you could have imagined. 
“You wanna come, don’t you?” you nodded, feeling your eyes well up with tears with how good this felt. “Then don’t talk back to me. Otherwise, I will show this to everyone else, have your reputation ruined, kick you out of this house. You hear me?.” 
You could feel something below your stomach, the pleasure slowly growing inside you like a fire being ignited and turning into flames. You knew you must be close. You don’t even know the last time you’ve had sex. The way Wanda had managed to have you fall simply under her touch and a few words all the while making your body tremble and not to mention how loud you were being. 
The brunette chuckled, knowing you were close as well. “I’m only being nice,” you had shot her a look of disbelief and she rolled her eyes at you. “Now, why don’t you come on my fingers will you? I wanna feel and see you come pretty please” she mocked, again laughing at the stunned state you were in. 
Somehow, this was still the best you’ve ever felt in months. Years even. 
Before you could give her what you want and in return get the same, Wanda pulled out her fingers and you let out a frustrated whine. You wanted to cry, feeling all this built-up tension and pleasure, and yet she was just messing with you. 
She chuckles humorously, you glared up at her feeling confused, hurt, and just tired. 
Wanda observes the mess you somewhat made on her fingers as if she was admiring it. She stared down at you, cupping your cheeks with her hand. 
“Aw,” she cooed before pouting, “you wanted to come that badly, didn’t you?” 
She watched you nod. 
You felt so pathetic. Thinking she would never let you get what you want. 
Was this hell?
Maybe it was, and the devil never looked more pretty to you. 
“Too bad, I’m gonna make a deal with you.” the brunette said, “We can keep seeing each other, become friends, I do like you just a bit. I’ll let the others back off for now knowing they can get nosy when they want answers from their leader” she sighed at the thought, “but I don’t care about that right now. What we just did, what was about to happen, can keep happening. Next time I promise it will be even better than tonight and anyone you’ve ever hooked up with, and of course, I won’t show the photo that you sent to me to anyone else unless… Well, you already know what will happen” Wanda smiled, enjoying this way too much as she raised an eyebrow at you waiting for some confirmation. 
“What if I say no?” you challenged, she raised an eyebrow at you. 
“You could” she shrugged, crossing her arms over her chest. “But do you really want to go there?” 
You didn’t. 
You couldn’t say no to her even if you could. 
Which you can. 
You just didn’t want to, only one semester of being at this college and you’re already falling into your trap of ‘do not fall in love during school, it’s a place for study, not nonsense’ turned out that was a lie. 
Would it hurt to play along with this deal with Wanda? Who knows what's going to happen in the next few weeks the more you keep on seeing each other. You two were already kind of friends since in a sorority house that was going to happen and getting close with the leader has its social perks and your reputation will look good too. 
Everyone you love would be proud of you. 
Unless this was all some trick. 
Either way, tonight you made a deal with the devil. 
Who already has captured your heart without knowing it.
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seventven · 20 days ago
Bad Intentions
summary: dr barnes, y/n’s psychology professor and final year thesis supervisor is going through a rough patch in his marriage. following a heated argument at the end of class, dr barnes spots y/n at an on-campus bar. he makes a twisted revelation.
pairing: professor!bucky x reader
warnings: age gap [y/n is around 22 and dr barnes is 39]; he’s kind of a dick(?) and a little creepy(?); implications of stalking, he [violently but consensually] takes what he wants, public shenanigans, academic misconduct, cheating, swearing and drinking.
a/n: the whole story is based on the gif below. y’all i actually used my degree for this. p.s. requests are open and you can send them in here.
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“Remember that the seminar next week is cancelled. Enjoy your time off but please don’t forget to do the reading!”
Dr Barnes was only halfway through his sentence when everyone was already getting up to leave. It was a Friday afternoon so it was no surprise that all the students were eager to depart. Almost one hundred psychology majors of varying academic years crammed in the bleak lecture hall and most of them could hardly focus on the topic of the class; no one wanted to be pondering over the validity of intelligence tests on a Friday.
Y/N soundlessly shut her laptop and reached for her bag beneath the desk. It was just past four o’clock and her stomach growled for something to eat. She had skipped lunch to go looking for Dr Barnes, needing to ask him a question about an upcoming assignment. To her dismay, she did not find him like she had hoped. In fact, she didn’t see him until he strolled into the lecture hall fifteen minutes late and grumbled something that resembled an apology to the class.
Dr Barnes was Y/N’s personality and intelligence professor; a big, bearded guy who did his psychology PhD when Y/N was still watching cartoons. Y/N had just started the last year of her undergrad, and after handing in a proposal for her final year thesis, she was assigned Dr Barnes as her supervisor. She wasn’t at all surprised, if truth be told. With the amount of professors going on maternity and paternity leave after their lockdown shenanigans, Dr Barnes was one of the few personality experts left at the university and took on more supervision cases and classes than he had any previous year.
Y/N knew he was busy and that harassing him with more emails about her little predicament wasn’t like to make his day easier. She had emailed him on Wednesday morning, and from her experience with Dr Barnes in previous years, she expected to receive a reply within 24 hours. This was always the case with him.
However, when Friday rolled around and no response had come through her inbox, Y/N knew she had to take matters into her own hands. The ethics application for her project was due on Monday and she simply couldn’t proceed without his advice on the matter. Psychology research ethics were a bitch, and she wasn’t exactly keen on making some stupid mistake and having the university slam her for carelessness.
Y/N took her time packing her things, waiting patiently until the majority of students had departed before finally pushing herself up to stand and slinging her tote bag over her shoulder.
Wanda, her roommate, remained in her seat, jotting something down in her notebook. “I’ll wait for you while you talk. We can go to the library after,” she proposed, and Y/N smiled at the idea, nodding her head eagerly.
Dr Barnes was still by his desk, eyes focused on the screen of his computer as he closed his lecture slides and finally shut off the projector. He looked up from what he was doing and eyed Y/N curiously as she approached him.
“Any questions about the lecture?” He asked, almost absentmindedly, diverting his eyes back to his computer. He proceeded to tap a few buttons, wait a short moment, then slowly close the laptop. He began to gather up the pages strewn across his desk.
“Not about the lecture, no.” Y/N smiled at him politely and walked a little closer, coming to a stop just before his desk. She noticed his beard had grown out a bit longer since she had last spoken to him, looking a little more rugged than usual. “I was wondering if you received my email?”
Dr Barnes lifted his gaze and considered her face for a long moment. Y/N shifted her weight from one leg to the other, feeling herself grow a little uncomfortable under his dark eyes. Dr Barnes seemed a little irritated.
“Have you bothered to read the module handbook before taking this class, Miss Y/L/N?” He tore his gaze away again, turning his attention to the papers in his hands and shoving them into a thick plastic folder. “No, of course you haven’t. No one ever does.”
Y/N remained quiet, her initial polite smile faltering at his sarcasm. She was used to Dr Barnes always acting cheerful and kind, always eager to help whenever he could. In previous years, he had even stayed behind after classes to help her friends out with assignments and often sent out recommendations for readings which he thought would simplify complicated concepts and ideas. Dr Barnes always went the extra mile. On this particular Friday, however, something just wasn’t right.
“Just for a second, let’s pretend that you did go to the incredibly difficult length of opening the document I had posted on the forum, labelled important, and read the excruciatingly long five hundred words it contained.”
He closed his folder and slid it into his brown messenger bag.
“You would then be aware that university policy clearly states lecturers have five working days to respond to any queries via email. To answer your question, yes, I have seen your email but I have not yet had the time to find the appropriate resources to direct you to. You can trust that you will receive your answer by Tuesday.”
He proceeded to shove his laptop into his bag, then checked the time on his watch. To Dr Barnes, the conversation was over.
“But the assignment is due by Monday afternoon,” Y/N reminded him, and the look he shot her in response made her regret she hadn’t just dropped it. To say he looked annoyed was an understatement.
“It’s not my problem you left it this late,” he answered coolly. “You shouldn’t be expecting special treatment from your lecturers. I’m taking twice the normal amount of classes, have about eighty assignments to mark this weekend, and on top of that, I’m in a really bad fucking mood, so don’t expect me to just drop everything for you.”
Behind her, Y/N could hear Wanda hurry to pick up her stuff, eager to remove herself from the room as swiftly as humanly possible. The angry exchange was the last thing Y/N had expected when she approached his desk, and she couldn’t blame Wanda for wanting to get away. The whole thing was just plain awkward, and if Y/N had been in Wanda’s shoes, she’d want to give them some privacy, too.
Wanda’s steps echoed off the walls of the lecture hall, and then the door was swinging shut behind her. It was just Y/N and Dr Barnes.
His eyes met her face again, one eyebrow raised expectantly, his expression almost scornful. He picked up his jacket from the back of his swivel chair and slid into it quietly, the silence discourteous in itself.
“Is that all?”
With her lips parted at his gruff and unfriendly attitude, Y/N lightly nodded her head and took a step back. She had never heard Dr Barnes curse so openly before, and she wasn’t keen on provoking him further. Her eyes remained trained on his clearly aggravated expression for a brief moment before she finally turned towards the exit.
“One more thing.” She hadn’t even made it two feet before his voice stopped her in her tracks. She turned her head towards him, and felt him analyse her face for a fleeting moment before continuing. “For your own sake, I would advise you to learn your place.”
Y/N’s brows only furrowed at his words, lips pursed into a thin line. She was so, so confused at his sudden coldness and strange attitude. What the hell had she done to provoke this? She studied his expression for a long moment and then, unable to read his thoughts, Y/N turned back towards the door and began walking briskly towards it.
“And don’t roll your eyes!” He called after her.
Had she rolled her eyes? She wasn’t sure.
Annoyed at his behaviour, Y/N only muttered, “see you on Monday, Dr Barnes”, and stalked out of the lecture hall without waiting for a response. She let the door slam shut behind her.
Wanda was waiting just outside, leaning on the wall with her bag slung over her shoulder and scrolling through something on her phone. At the sudden sound, she looked up and slid the phone into the pocket of her jeans.
“What was his problem?” She asked in bewilderment. “I’ve never seen him so pissed off.”
Y/N only sighed as they both turned towards the main exit. The corridors had grown deserted, and neither of them felt like going to the library after that, whatever that even was.
“I don’t know. He usually answers my emails the same day and is always like ‘come to me with any questions or problems, I’ll be happy to help’. What a load of shit.” Y/N snorted. “The whole time he spent being a dickhead, he could have spent answering the question from my email. I didn’t ask for papers or resources. I asked a simple yes or no question. That’s all.”
Her friend smiled sadly in her direction, then furrowed her brows when she remembered something. “Didn’t he - just a few days ago - tell you your paper was publication worthy and offer you a place as his research assistant?”
Y/N nodded, honestly unable to believe it now. He was so cheerful that day, radiating kindness and enthusiasm, praising her work until her cheeks grew red. Whatever happened to the Dr Barnes she was so fond of?
“Not only that. He also offered me a ride home the other day. I ran into him after leaving the library at like 11pm. What a weird guy.”
The brunette clapped her on the back, a small comforting gesture as they made their way through the large revolving doors and finally stepped outside.
“If I were you, I’d report him to the Dean. That shit was nothing short of unprofessional. I can’t believe he cussed you out like that.”
The afternoon September sun shone down on them as they took their usual shortcut through the parking lot, then turned left onto the main road towards their apartment. It was only a ten minute walk and Y/N was thankful for the fresh breath of air after what happened in the lecture hall.
Wanda suddenly had an idea. “It’s a Friday. We should go out and grab a drink or two. God knows you need it after that shit show.”
Y/N laughed at her statement but couldn’t bring herself to disagree. Now that she was no longer going to the library - too angered by Dr Barnes to even contemplate the work she had yet to do for him - Y/N was happy to have someone else make her evening plans for her. A few drinks with Wanda were always a good idea, and with the new semester recently starting, they had hardly had a chance to sit down and catch up.
Upon getting back to their shared apartment, Y/N spent some time alone in her room before she needed to start getting ready. She lay on her bed and stared at the ceiling with a cushion pressed to her chest, almost vibrating with rage at Dr Barnes’ attitude. She wanted to know what the hell she had done to provoke him like that.
Y/N considered everything that had happened each time she had seen him over the previous few days. She had visited him in his office on Monday to discuss some minor changes she wished to make to her thesis proposal; something about the wording of the questions she would ask her research participants. It was nothing that could have sparked any sort of unpleasant emotions; it was bland. Dr Barnes spent twenty minutes giving her some counsel, and at the end, he told her not to worry. He said she was on track to an amazing grade with the work she had already put in and that she should just relax for a little while.
“Speaking of great work,” he then added, reaching behind him and flicking through some papers on his desk until he pulled out the one he was looking for. He was sitting on the edge of the table, Y/N occupying the chair opposite his desk, only a few feet away.
He handed her the stapled pages. “Congratulations on scoring the highest grade I have ever given on this assignment. It was a great read, even publication worthy. Not something undergrad students get told often.”
Y/N raised her brows in surprise, honestly not expecting the high praise. She smiled and thanked him politely, tucking the pages into her bag.
“You know, I’m currently working on a few research papers and I’m looking for some help with things like literature reviews, gathering data and helping with analysis. It’s a paid opportunity and it always looks great on grad school applications, if it’s something you’d consider.”
Y/N almost jumped with excitement.
“Really? That would be amazing!” She was biting her lip, eyes sparkling with enthusiasm.
Dr Barnes expelled a satisfied little laugh, pleased with her response and eagerness. He held out his hand and offered a little shake to mark a deal well struck.
Y/N accepted it gladly, her own hand tiny in his own. It lasted a second, then it was done, and Dr Barnes was announcing he had to get going to his next class.
Y/N left his office just moments later.
She ran into him again the same evening, just as she was leaving the library some time right before midnight. He was leaving for home, having stayed behind to catch up on admin work, and he had a mug of coffee in his hand despite the late hour. They made small talk for a brief moment on the steps leading up to the main entrance of the building and he asked if she needed a ride home. Y/N declined, explaining that she only lived a ten minute walk away, five if she took the shortcut through the parking lot.
On Wednesday she had sent her email, and on Friday came the lecture. As far as she was concerned, Y/N had done absolutely nothing that could have provoked his bitterness and hostility. Defeated, she got up from her bed and headed for the shower, eager to wash away the anger she felt.
They left their apartment just after 8pm and walked the short distance to the best bar on campus. It was a stereotypically Irish establishment, Guinness flowing from taps, all sticky wooden furniture and rowdy middle aged men mingling with students on a typical Friday night.
Y/N bought the first round of drinks, both her and Wanda deciding to start the night off right with some shots. These were soon followed with glasses of rum and coke, then pints of Guinness with blackcurrant cordial. The alcohol quickly began to flow, and the conversation with it.
They sat at a tall round table near the back, soon having to scream at each other in order to be heard over the shouts directed at the rugby game playing on the large flat screen TV by the bar. It wasn’t long before Y/N began to forget all about her unpleasant experience earlier in the afternoon, every gulp of alcohol making her stress and anger melt away just a little bit more.
“You can’t text him,” Y/N warned, her face scrunching up in disgust. “You’ve broken up with him for a reason. Even the best sex isn’t worth it and both you and I know that it wasn’t even mediocre!”
Wanda only laughed and protested by shaking her head vigorously. She was drunk, closer to plastered. “No! It’s worth it, I swear. It won’t mean a thing!”
Y/N giggled at her argument and looked down suddenly when the screen of Wanda’s phone lit up on top of the table between them. Wanda hurried to cover the screen.
“You’ve already texted him, haven’t you?”
The brunette only smiled and shrugged her shoulders sheepishly.
“He’s meeting us here literally any minute and if all goes well, the sex I get tonight will be mediocre and I’ll have no hangover in the morning.”
“Easier said than done,” Y/N told her solemnly, and rolled her eyes at Wanda’s typical drunken antics. She had a string of lousy ex-boyfriends and a tendency to text them at random the second she felt the familiar buzz of alcohol. Fighting with her about it was just about pointless.
“Great, just who I want to see tonight!” Y/N sighed in defeat. “If you’ll excuse me, I’ll be right back. I need to use the bathroom.”
Wanda grinned from ear to ear, almost apologetically as Y/N slid from the wooden stool and pulled her skirt down to cover more skin. She turned in the general direction of the bathrooms and waited in line for just under a minute before finally stepping inside. She did her business, washed her hands and fixed her hair. By the time she existed the tiny bathroom, Wanda’s ex had already arrived and made himself comfortable in Y/N’s stool. Feeling her annoyance rising, Y/N decided to opt for the bar instead.
She approached it slowly and awaited her turn to order. The bar was a long, rounded plank of wood with a chandelier made of at least a hundred wine glasses hanging just over it. There was just the one bartender and he was laughing at something one of the customers had said. By the time he got around to taking her order, over five minutes had passed and when Y/N looked over her shoulder to her and Wanda’s table she found it empty. Her eyes quickly darted to the door and she watched in disbelief as Wanda practically dragged her toy for the night out of the bar and probably towards his car. 
Just as the door slammed shut behind them, the bartender placed Y/N’s drink in front of her.
With no where to go and a whole pint before her, Y/N slid onto a nearby bar stool and exhaled sharply in what felt like a combination of annoyance but also amusement. She pulled her phone out of her pocket and realised she had a text from Wanda.
“Sorry for ditching but there was an emergency. Don’t wait up xx”.
Y/N knew exactly what kind of an emergency Wanda meant.
The bartender was just beginning to walk away when Y/N called after him. “Do you mind also giving me a shot of vodka?” She smiled at him sweetly and he expelled a little laugh.
“Tough night?” He questioned, kindness in his eyes.
“Tough everything,” Y/N answered, and tore her gaze away from the man in front of her when someone slid into the empty bar stool to her left. She studied him from the waist up; black jeans, a brown leather jacket, a dark beard and… no fucking way.
“Make that two shots and a pint of whatever beer you’ve got on tap.” Dr Barnes thanked the bartender and waited until the guy had walked away before he turned his gaze towards Y/N.
“What a splendid coincidence.” Y/N’s tone was all sarcasm, fuelled by her anger at him and inflamed by the alcohol in her system. Something about it made her inhibitions go out the freaking window, all politeness and respect forgotten, replaced by bitterness and hostility. She took a big gulp of her beer.
“If you must know, I noticed you when you came out of the bathroom and I thought I’d come over and apologise for earlier,” he stated calmly, clearly holding his alcohol better than she was. Y/N was certain she didn’t see him enter through the front door, which likely meant he had arrived before her and Wanda, sitting somewhere in one of the booths in the back. He’d been there a while.
Y/N turned her head and looked at him expectantly, one eyebrow raised. “That’s funny. Thought the advise was that I learn my place.”
“I shouldn’t have said that to you,” Dr Barnes answered apologetically, all calm and professional, his normal pleasant self. “I was in a bad mood and I took it out on you. Like I said, I’m sorry and I hope we can move past it.”
He awaited her response, watching as she tilted her head back and took three large gulps of her drink. She plainly did it to buy herself more time to compose a response. She wasn’t sure whether she should accept the apology so easily, and the buzz in her head wasn’t helping the situation.
So, instead of giving him the response he was looking for, she turned to him and asked, “why were you in a bad mood?”
Dr Barnes looked away at her question, lifting his head to regard the chandelier above their heads, all dusty wine glasses, twinkling with a warm orange glow. He didn’t say anything until the bartender placed their shots in front of them and grabbed a glass for the beer.
“I, uh…” Dr Barnes looked a little lost for words and Y/N’s watchful eyes on him weren’t exactly helping. “My wife and I aren’t in the best place right now.”
Y/N snorted at that. “Your wife pissed you off so you decided to take it out on a random student? Real professional, Dr Barnes.”
He didn’t respond, only brought his shot glass to his lips and tilted his head back. Dr Barnes was not quite as sober as she had initially thought. The guy was just better at covering up his cloudy thoughts and keeping his snarky comments to himself; something Y/N definitely tended to struggle with. So, when he chuckled at his own misfortune, Y/N shot him an expectant look.
“I… Well, I wouldn’t say random, but yeah, you’re right. Dick move.”
Y/N eyed him with suspicion and waited as the bartender set the beer down and Dr Barnes handed him some cash in exchange. He stalked off towards another customer.
“What do you mean?”
Dr Barnes turned in his stool to face her. With his elbow resting on the bar next to him, thick thighs spread apart and his usually bright eyes hazy with the effects of alcohol, Y/N almost gulped at the sight. There was something very different about him outside the lecture hall. The guy dripped with testosterone and Y/N cursed her drunken self for having these thoughts about him.
The corner of his lips curved up into an amused smile. He considered his words for a brief moment, then shook his head and sighed. “Let’s just say my wife isn’t your biggest fan.”
Y/N’s brows knitted together. “I’ve never even met your wife.”
“You haven’t,” Dr Barnes agreed, then paused to take a long drink of his beer. He licked off the foam that attached itself to the hair above his top lip. The entire time his dark gaze remained trained on her face, weighing his next words. “That doesn’t mean she hasn’t heard of you… or seen you, for that matter.”
Y/N regarded him in confusion, and he took a moment to scan her expression before elaborating further.
“She’s jealous of you,” he explained, and Y/N could only stare at him blankly. This wasn’t making any sense. “Which is why she stormed out of here the second she spotted you.”
“Why on earth would she be jealous? We’ve not done anything… y’know?”
He took another gulp. “You haven’t. What I’ve done is a different story. I’m not exactly great at covering my tracks.”
When Y/N didn’t respond, he continued. It appeared Dr Barnes had no filter tonight, his words escaping his mouth with not a second committed to acknowledge their possible consequences.
“You should consider making your social media accounts private with the sort of things you post. You never know who can find it.”
Was he… stalking her? Y/N’s mind wondered back to her most recent online activity. There was a picture of her childhood dog, a few photos from a trip she took with her family and… significantly more racy lingerie pictures, photos from messy outings with her friends, and late night Twitter musings about all things sex. To any outsider, the whole thing painted a very interesting picture of the kind of person she was.
Her cheeks flushed red.
“Needless to say, she wasn’t impressed when she unlocked my phone to see you in nothing but your little baby pink set.” He took a long drink of his beer, eyes fixated on her reddening cheeks. His eyes were dark, unreadable.
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Y/N couldn’t tell if he was scorning or taunting her. Nor did she know what to say, or even what to think. Her lips parted at his honesty about recent events, and she shifted uncomfortably under his gaze. He was gauging her reaction to his bold words and the sinister implication of what he was really doing looking at her photos. His words brought forth a mix of images to Y/N’s mind that she feebly attempted to push away, something inside of her stirring at the thought. This was bad.
“I thought I had gotten away with it when I made up some lie about how your page was recommended to me by the algorithm, and how I went onto it out of curiosity. How I was shocked with what came up.” He laughed again, a disbelieving little chuckle at his own stupidity, it would seem.
He went on. “Everything was fine for a little while, apart from her suspicion, of course. But all hell broke loose when she woke up in the middle of the night to the sound of me grunting a name that wasn’t hers, my phone in one hand and my cock in the other.”
Y/N stared at him in disbelief, suddenly sobering up at his revelation. She couldn’t believe what was happening, what she was hearing. To her dismay, her body was quicker to respond to the information than her mind, her thighs clenching together at the thought of him him doing that while thinking about her.
“She connected the dots… Me mentioning your name in passing, hiring a new research assistant. She knew my intentions right away.”
Y/N cleared her throat. “Your intentions?”
Dr Barnes smiled, an ominous little smile which hid some deeper meaning. “Don’t act so surprised. I don’t just offer rides home to any student, or try to get alone with them whenever I can. You drive me fucking crazy but you’re so clueless about it. It almost makes the whole thing worse.”
Y/N knew it was the alcohol talking; that these words would never have been uttered had he been sober, but somehow, the detail did not change a thing. Drunk or sober, he said what he said, and Y/N knew that he was not lying about it. He had no reason to.
“Even right now,” he began again, regarding her body in a way which made goosebumps rise on her skin. She felt naked under his gaze, his dark eyes drinking in the sight of the valley between her breasts, then the curve of her hips, and smirking knowingly when his eyes fell upon her clenched thighs.
“Or maybe you’re not as clueless as you seem. Maybe you’re just toying with me to taunt me.”
“Taunt you?”
Dr Barnes laughed quietly and finished the last of his beer, setting the glass down on the bar a bit too roughly. Y/N regarded the wedding band on his finger, feeling a perverse combination of guilt and arousal.
He continued. “If you wanted to get fucked by your lecturer, you would have done something about it by now. But no, I think you just like to torture me. You give me just enough to make me think you want it… a smile here, a visit to my office there, a coffee waiting for me on my desk or your bedroom eyes whenever we make eye contact in the lecture hall. It’s fucking infuriating.”
It was Y/N’s turn to pick up her shot glass and down the contents. She didn’t even flinch at the burn in her throat.
“I’d be furious if I found out my wife had a sliver of the thoughts I have of you about some other guy. I’m pathetic and she knows it. She met me here today to tell me she’s done.”
Y/N tried to look sorry for him, she really did, but no matter how hard she tried to alter her facial expression, the one that appeared was not remorseful. His wife had done nothing wrong; she just picked up her dignity and self-respect, and did the right thing for her. Y/N knew that had she been in her shoes, she’d probably do the same.
Dr Barnes’ behaviour was distasteful, to say the least. It was shameless, shocking and vulgar. And whilst Y/N completely realised the severity of his choices and the revolting thing he had done to some poor woman - his freaking wife - the fact did nothing to cease the budding yearning for him at his revelations. The imagery was just too vivid.
He sighed in exasperation as he slid off his stool. “I’m gonna head off and hope one of my mates lets me crash on their couch. I’ll see you on Monday, Miss Y/L/N.”
He dusted off his jeans and made sure he had his phone and wallet before he stalked off in the direction of the door. Y/N remained where she was and motioned the bartender over.
“Another shot of vodka, please.”
With how quiet the bar had become, it took the bartender less than twenty seconds to set another shot glass in front of her. He smiled kindly at her again, almost empathetically and Y/N wondered if he knew; the guy just looked like he did.
She muttered a quick, “thank you”, tapped her bank card on the reader and threw her head back, downing her shot. Then, on a sudden whim that Y/N had no time to tame, she gathered herself up and followed Dr Barnes out through the exit, hoping to God that he was still nearby.
The old wooden floor creaked under her boots as she trudged towards the exit, and when she finally got outside, she instantly wrapped her arms around herself at the sudden chill.
It was almost midnight, the night dark and moonless. She stopped just outside the door to the bar and glanced around her. The street had a number of different bars and clubs, some of them bursting with people, most of them close to deserted. The street itself was relatively quiet, the old cobble road littered with parked cars, beer bottles and the smell of smoke.
To her left, two girls stood talking until a large navy car pulled up and they got inside, shutting the door behind them.
To her right, stood Dr Barnes, just beneath the flickering neon sign with the bar’s name, a cigarette dangling from the unsmiling corner of his mouth. His phone was pressed to his ear.
“Thanks, pal. I’ll be there within the hour,” he told the person on the line, took the cigarette out from between his lips and tapped off the ash. He was just hanging up when his eyes met Y/N’s.
No words were said. A long moment passed before either of them moved, their eyes regarding each others’ expressions, searching for clues about thoughts or feelings. It felt as though the air itself was holding its breath and when Dr Barnes reached up and took a long drag of his cigarette, something inside of Y/N simply snapped.
She watched as he dropped the butt of his smoke onto the cobblestones beneath his feet and put out the flame with the sole of his shoe. He was looking down and when his eyes lifted again - all dark and hazy with the effects of alcohol and craving - Y/N knew there was no turning back.
Incited by her own drunkenness and the wicked and depravity of the images his words had placed in her head, Y/N inhaled sharply before beginning her descent towards him.
Dr Barnes narrowed his eyes at the sudden determination in her step, but didn’t protest when her fingers hooked around the collar of his jacket and pulled him down firmly towards her. Lips met, the kiss all teeth and growls, and Y/N hissed when his fingers tangled in her hair and yanked her head back. He deepened the kiss with fervency, hands groping at each other’s bodies with urgent desperation.
“Don’t stop,” she whispered into the kiss, dizzy and out of breath.
Y/N dug her fingernails into his shoulders when he harshly pulled her against him. She was trapped between his frenzied arms and heaving chest, a big wall of muscle that made the unholy images in her head descend into perversion. There was something so erotic about the way he desperately craved to make her crumble in his arms, his grip strong and brutal, almost murderous. Y/N whined at the feeling, having never experienced something so raw before. Dr Barnes was not some random college guy, selfish and eager for an instantaneous release.
No. Dr Barnes was a man. Experienced and sensual, lustful and dripping with the purest form of eroticism, Dr Barnes was masculine and powerful, authoritative and forceful. It was a lethal combination which made Y/N’s breath catch in her throat and her hands itch for more of him.
He almost dragged her away from the entrance to the bar and towards the dark alley situated just next to it. Mouths never leaving each other, Dr Barnes was ruthless with the sheer force of his hold on her and she cried out when he drove her back against the stone wall of the building.
The shadows of the alley shielded them from the eyes of anyone leaving the bar or passing by, but the groans and grunts were a dead giveaway that the dark passageway was not unoccupied. Y/N should have paid more attention to how dangerous this was, how fucking awkward it would be if someone she knew caught her like this with her professor. But when he pinned her against the wall, wedged a muscular thigh between her own legs and harshly grabbed her face in his hand, all reservations and hesitancy melted away from her skin.
All that existed was him, his hands holding her in place and touching her everywhere. No inch of skin was spared in his frantic exploration, the short skirt she wore providing access to all the different places he had imagined squeezing and licking and burying his face in. Groping her ass roughly under her skirt, Dr Barnes did not waste any time before forcefully tilting her head to the side and placing his mouth on her neck. It was all tongue and teeth, his hand still holding her face in place and when he was satisfied that she wouldn’t move, his digits skimmed her collarbone and hooked around the low-cut top of her dress. The stretch of the fabric and the lack of bra allowed him to yank the material down from over her breasts, exposing her.
Y/N felt herself gasp, unsure if it was in response to the chilly night air hitting her already hardening nipples, or the feeling of him roughly grabbing the back of her thighs and hoisting her up, back scraping painfully against the wall. He held her there, pinned to the cold surface, and she felt her breathing accelerate when his lips moved hurriedly from her neck, to her collarbone and finally wrapped around a stiff nipple. His mouth was warm, wet and hungry and it made her insides clench with need. A moment later, when he let go of her slightly and she slid down the wall to land on his thigh, still wedged between her legs, she cried out at the pressure it placed on her clit.
“James.” His name fell from her lips along with a feeble exhalation, her eyes screwed shut at the intensity of the feeling. He released her nipple with a wet pop, the skin glistening with saliva, red from the assault. Her feet barely reaching the ground, Y/N did her best to raise her hips and then slam herself down onto his thigh again, grinding on it with determination until he noticed and pressed it harder to her crotch. He aided her in massaging her little bundle of nerves on the rough fabric by gripping her hips and guiding her movements until the friction made her skin raw.
“Too much,” she whimpered breathlessly, and Dr Barnes paused for just a second to gauge her expression. His lips were red, swollen, glistening from the kiss and just like her, he struggled for air. His eyes held a certain wildness to them, a determination and desperation that Y/N had never seen before. He reached down and maintained eye contact as he undid his belt, the button of his jeans and pulled the zipper down. Then, when Y/N realised what was coming, he pinned her to the wall harder than before, cupped the back of her left thigh and lifted it to his hip.
His other hand, frantic, pulled himself out of his jeans and boxers and expertly moved Y/N’s underwear aside under the fabric of her dress. Nails digging into his shoulders and a gasp was the only response he needed when he forcefully drove himself past her lips and entered her until he was fully sheathed inside her cunt. He groaned out at the feeling and his name fell in a breathless whisper from her lips again.
It was rough, shameless and fierce, his hips snapping to meet her own whilst a thin layer of perspiration built up on their skin. Y/N wanted to encourage him, she truly did, but amidst the wild thoughts that this was her professor - a man she was supposed to respect, be courteous towards and above all platonic - she found she didn’t know what to do or say. Her boldness ran out the second she grabbed him by the collar and kissed him, and since that moment, he had complete control.
And so, unable to form any words, Y/N simply moaned at the feeling of him taking exactly what he wanted, furiously slamming himself into her with so much force her legs shook and the skin of her back screamed from the scratches the wall had given her. For him, it was encouragement enough, the little sounds spurring him on further until he was burying his face in her neck and grunting her name, just the way he had when his wife caught him with his cock in his hand.
Y/N only briefly managed to catch her breath before she saw Dr Barnes reaching up and pushing his index and middle fingers past his lips, wetting them generously before finally reaching between them and beginning to skilfully massage her clit. His touch was hard, applying just the right amount of pressure and massaging it in perfect little circles. The combination of being filled up so completely, his thick shaft stretching her in the most blissful of ways, and his fingers working so gracefully against her clit, soon resulted in her feeling the familiar heat in her lower abdomen.
He finished first, his cock pulsating and throbbing inside of her until he filled her up with his load, the feeling enough to push her over the edge and bite into his shoulder at the intensity of it all. Her walls clenched around him sweetly, and he continued to thrust all the way through his and her combined orgasms until both of them were spent.
He pulled out gently and Y/N slumped against the wall, her legs barely able to hold up her weight. She watched with clouded and blurred vision as he stepped back and pulled his trousers back up, quickly buttoning them and fixing his belt. Just like that, it was done. No feelings, no warmth, just the satisfaction of a quick, hard fuck.
Y/N was breathless, her clit still pulsating from her orgasm but the reality of it all quickly beginning to settle in.
“I, uh… I should probably get going,” she told him calmly, almost awkwardly, shifting her weight from one leg to the other when she felt his cum trickling out of her. Her fingers fumbled with the top of her dress, clumsily tucking her tits away. 
He regarded her expression for a brief moment; the reddened cheeks, messy hair and the way she was biting her lip, all disheveled and shy, clueless with what to do next. How do you proceed with life after you’ve just gotten fucked by your professor behind an on-campus bar? The question hung heavily in the air until she noticed him take pity on her predicament and took a step closer.
She stayed unmoving as he hooked his fingers around the bottom of her skirt and fixed it so that everything was covered once again. Then, gently, he reached up and cupped her face in his hands, her back still pressed to the wall. She almost shivered, the adrenaline dropping, the stone feeling so much colder than it had been before.
“Don’t worry about this. Everything’s going to be alright,” he reassured her, and placed a long kiss to her forehead. “It can be our little secret.”
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comfortscripts · 22 days ago
Incentive To Work Harder ¬ Professor!Loki
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Kinktober Day 1
Plot - After failing another assignment, your professor asks to talk privately
Genre - Smut ♧ {16+ Only}
Pairing - Professor!Loki x Fem!reader
Notes/Warnings - Power play, spanking, harsh names (degradation), Dom/Sub, penetrative, age gap but legal, unprotected sex (dont be stupid like them irl).
Word Count - 1.4k
An exasperated sigh escaped your lips as the realisation of another failure dawned on you. This was the sixth assignment you had failed this term, the sixth time you were too preoccupied with who was teaching rather than what was being taught. Taking in the comments and critiques neatly scrawled across the pages in his signature royal blue ink, your fear of being kicked off the course grew.
Hearing the sound of your fellow students shuffling out of their chairs, your heard Professor Odinson announce a reminder for next week's assignment before locking eyes with your very own. "Miss L/N, could you stay behind a minute."
Muttering a silent prayer, you gathered your things and made your way down to his desk. Professor Loki Odinson was different. His voice radiated power, eyes commanded attention and the immaculate structure of his face had all the students fawning over him, including you. Whilst you weren't one to crush on your teachers, Professor Odinson made it hard not to.
As the final students scurried away to their next class, you waited patiently for him to speak. Already on his bad side, you thought that patience might win you some extra leverage if you had to beg to stay on this course. Loki closed the door behind the final student before turning his full attention to you, drinking in your figure with his piercing eyes.
"Now, I'm sure you know why I asked you to stay behind?"
"Yes and I just wanted to apologise deeply Professor. I love this class but I can't seem to focus" The flurry of apology had left your mouth without warning, rushing to correct your behaviour.
Stalking dangerously slow towards you, Professor Odinson raised an inquisitive eyebrow, "And what, pray tell, has you so distracted?"
The proximity to the man had your senses in disarray but your silence only answered his question. He was the distraction.
Trailing his fingertips along your arm, goosebumps raising at the cold sensation. "Is it me? Are the thoughts of how you'd like me to make you my personal whore too distracting?"
Knees weakening at his lewd words, you felt his large hand grip your jaw, forcing you to engage in eye contact before demanding, "Tell me".
Barely trusting your words, you let out a whisper of "yes sir".
This was confirmation enough. Within a second, his lips mashed against your own as his hands roamed your body, exploring uncharted and forbidden territory. You tangled your fingers into his luscious mane, attempting to deepen the kiss and take control, only for the man to harshly squeeze your ass. The action caused a moan to escape your lips, allowing Loki to take full control over the intense kiss.
Pulling apart, the dark-haired man began to pepper your jaw and neck with unrelenting kisses before leaning his mouth against your ear to whisper, "You still need to be punished."
With a sudden jolt, Loki had pushed you towards his mahogany desk and bent you over the cold wood. Lust had taken over your senses and you had submitted full control to your professor, allowing him to punish you however he chose.
"Now my little slut, we both know you deserve this for being such a terrible student." Pulling down your skirt to show off your plump behind, Loki felt his trousers harden ever so slightly at the exposure. "One spank for every assignment you have failed in this class. Count for me"
His hand collided.
You released an unconscious whimper of pleasure.
He sees the outline of his hand take centre stage.
You feel yourself getting wetter with every passing moment.
He feels your breath become more laboured.
You let out a begging moan, unable to deny your need any longer.
"Six. Thank you Sir"
Gently massaging your reddened behind, Loki allows his hand to wander further down to your clothed core. Sliding your panties down to reveal your embarrassing wet cunt, the man laughs mockingly before running his long finger along your glistening folds. "I see you enjoyed your punishment"
The feeling of his fingers teasing your folds was more than you could bare. Combination of the thrill, anticipation and the rough touches had you begging for more. Begging for him to fill you up.
"Please. Please sir, I need more."
"Tell me what you want." Loki prodded before interesting a single digit into your warm little hole, the snug fit made him harden as he imagined how tight you'd feel on his thick cock.
Stifling a moan at his teasing action, you beg. "I need you to fill me up. Need your cock, please. Please fuck me sir."
The sound of his belt hitting the marble flooring was the only warning you received before he pushed his full length into your soaking core. Far larger than any man you had ever taken, you felt a sense of pain but the pleasure was overwhelming any other feeling.
Thrusting into you at a vigorous pace, the sound of your bodies connecting was only drown out by the plethora of moans tumbling from your mouth as Loki filled you deeper with each movement. Professor Odinson's grunts and swears of pleasure were like a pornographic symphony in how they melded with your own.
"Fuck, this is what you are good for! Taking my cock like the hungry slut you are"
You felt your climax build in your stomach as his filthy words spurred you on. "Yes, please, harder, harder."
"You might be a stupid little thing but god, I might have to keep you so I can keep using these holes. How does that sound?"
"Yes. Keep me, I'm your whore."
In a sudden motion, Loki removed himself from your soaking pussy, leaving you to whimper at the loss. Flipping you onto your back, laying against the desk. The taller man unsheathed himself within you once again, this time at indescribable speed. Pounding into you with such power, the desk itself was swaying with the motion.
"This, this is where you excel. Laid out for me whilst I do what I please, whilst you become my obedient little thing"
Feeling his rough thumb trace your inner thigh before settling on your plump clit, the rush of your climax grows closer as he fiddles with the nub of nerves. Vision beginning to blur and walls beginning to clench around him, you fight back the urge to scream. Loki knew of your need, he could feel it.
"Cum for me"
His words gave you all the release you needed. Letting go of your resistance, you felt the flood of your orgasm. Moans, swears and chants of his name expelled from your mouth as your whole body tensed with ecstasy. Loki's thrusts grew more sporadic as your high triggered his own, rutting his hips into yours and whispering a string of curses interwoven with your name.
As he gently pulled out his now softening member before turning away to regain and redress himself. You began to collect yourself and enter back into reality, trying to comprehend what just happened. How would you face him again without replaying that scene in your head? Would this be a regular thing? A million questions rang through your mind.
Noticing your emotion filled face, Loki paused before offering you his large hand as he guided you off the desk. The man wasn't exactly sure what this meant for the two of you either but he knew that he had tasted that pleasure and never wanted to be without again.
"Well, obviously we can't do this again"
You felt your face drop at his admission, feelings of humiliation overtook your being as you realised how foolish you were. "Yes of course"
"So next time, we will have to do it in a more private place. How about my house, tonight at around 10?" Smirk evident on his lips, your eyes connected and you realised that you were never so thankful to fail a class.
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pitifulbaby · 22 days ago
pairings: mob!bucky x reader
warnings: 18+, SMUT, MATURE LANGUAGE, spanking, spitting, sir kink, cigarettes, choking, slight edging, fluffy end, slight angst
a/n: okay so i have never written smut before, so this is very much a first for me. but i do hope you enjoy it! happy reading!
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It wasn’t often that you were dubbed naughty, but things happen, don’t they.  
Nervously you were perched at the end of the bed, sitting nice with your hands clasped on your lap.  
Bucky always told you to be a good girl, but today you went against his wishes. At this point you couldn’t even remember what it is you did exactly, but it was enough to tick Bucky off.  
The male was a few feet away from you, his black button down tucked into a pair of black jeans. The first few buttons of his shirt were undone, the silver chain he always wore ever so present against his tan skin. You could also see a bit of his tattoo peeking through that went down his left arm.  
His blue eyes were staring you down, making you squirm in your seat. A dry chuckle was then heard from him, inhaling a deep breath of the cigarette. The air was tense and a smoky haze filled the room from the smoke.  
You really hated how quiet he was being, his gaze was heavy on your form. You were fully clothed and yet you felt so naked under his watching eye.  
Soon you let your gaze shift down to your lap.
Bucky hummed in response to that, moving to sit on the chair in the corner of the room. Next to the chair was a little table with an ash tray. He flicked the cigarette over the tray before placing the cigarette back in his mouth and huffing it before pulling it away from his soft lips and holding it between his pointer and middle finger.  
“C’mere.” His gruff voice called out, “Now.” He added as he stared you down. Clumsily you stood up, pulling at the end of your short skirt. His legs were spread wide, motioning towards the ground once you were standing right in front of him.  
“On your knees.” He grumbled, and you did just that.  
There you were, kneeling between his spread legs. Staring up at him with wide, innocent eyes. He shifted so he was leaning down a bit to get a better look at you, his free hand coming to rest against your cheek before he shifted his hand to grab hold of your jaw.  
The hold wasn’t tight but wasn’t loose, it was a firm grasp.  
“Are you gonna continue to be a brat, little girl?” He questioned you, your nose only a few inches away from his. A soft whine fell from your closed lips, shaking your head with wide eyes. He let out a quiet hum at that, his thumb shifting to push its way between your lips and resting on your tongue.  
He kept his thumb in your mouth, leaning back a bit so he could take another drag, his eyes never leaving yours. “What am I gonna do with you kid?” He spoke more to himself, you shifted slightly on your knees, a fluttering feeling in your stomach.  
Bucky noticed you shift, chuckling darkly at that. He then placed the remainder of the cigarette in the ash tray. His gaze never leaving yours. “You know better than that.” You then stopped shifting, stopped trying to relieve the throbbing you felt. Soon he let out a sigh, his thumb leaving your mouth as his hand slowly shifted down. Resting his hand around your neck, not applying pressure.  
“What happened to my good little girl, huh? You must’ve rolled out of the wrong side of bed to become a brat today.” Slowly he applied a bit of pressure around your throat, your pupils were blown wide, lips parting ever so slightly as a quiet whimper fell from them.  
The reason you had been acting up was because you felt like Bucky had barely been paying attention to you, as selfish as that sounds. You knew he was a busy man, he was a damn mob boss for crying out loud! And he had been very busy lately and you really didn’t get to see him much being as he was at meeting after meeting. Beating someone up a bit or killing someone for who knows what reason.  
You just missed your man, and you didn’t know how to express those feelings well and so it made you become a brat in his eyes. Soon he took his hand off your neck, you had to hold back yet another whine as he did so, missing his hands on you. “Take your shirt off.” He told you lowly, leaning back against the chair.  
Shaky hands went to your blouse, having to look down to start unbuttoning them. As you looked down, Bucky tutted. “Eyes up on me.”  
You of course looked up at him at that, brows furrowed in ever so slightly as you continued to unbutton your shirt. Once it was fully unbuttoned you shimmied it off your shoulders, letting it land on the wooden floor behind you.  
Blue eyes stared you down, never shifting from your gaze as he took you in. “Why so quiet, huh? Don’t tell me you are getting all shy now.” He leaned forward, his arms resting on his thighs as his face was once again close to yours, noses brushing against one another as he got in your space.  
With a hum he suddenly stood up, causing you to shift yourself backwards to give him space. You watched him intently, watched as he went to sit on the bed. He then patted his thigh, the rings on his left hand shimmering in the dim bedroom light. Standing up was a little shaking, having been kneeling on your knees for that short amount of time was uncomfortable to say the least. You shuffled over to him, hands playing with the hem of your skirt. A small shiver went down your spine as he smiled at you. “Over my knee.” He whispered out, you swallowed the spit that collected in your mouth, nodding your head as you shifted yourself over his knees.
Once you were resting on him his hand gently ran over the globes of your ass, flipping your skirt up so he could have a clear view of your lace panties. The view caused him to groan, his other hand moving to gently stroke your head. “How many do you think you deserve?” You then turned your head a bit so you could try and see him, the shifting caused you to feel his hardening length through his bottoms, a quiet groan slipping past your lips as he bit his back.  
“I-I don’t know,” you stuttered out, soon he landed a smack against your ass, causing you to jerk forward. “That’s not how you address me. Where are your manners?” His hand smoothed against where the smacked was landed, “I’m sorry, sir.” You whispered out breathlessly, eye fluttering shut for a moment. “I’ll ask you again, how many do you think you deserve for the way you behaved?” His tone was ever so firm, his hand moving to run up and down your back, gently toying with your bra, pulling it back before letting it snap back against your skin. “Ten,” you finally were able to get out, “sir.” You quickly added. Bucky hummed in reply at that. “That’s just what I was thinking, baby.”
“You gonna count them for me.” His words weren’t a question, you nodded before he tutted once again. “Words baby girl.” Shifting once more you bit your lip softly. “Yes sir, I’m gonna count them.” You replied, already out of breath.  
He laughed darkly, pulling his hand back before spanking your bottom, “One,” you whined out. Hands grasping at the bedsheets, needing something to hold on to.  
After the fifth one he let you take a small break, your cheeks were flushed red and tears pricked your eyes. His hand eased its way down to your core, pulling aside your underwear. His fingers soon found your dripping cunt, he laughed softly. “Not much of a punishment if you enjoy it this much, is it?” He cooed softly, his pointer finger easing its way inside of you. You let out a whimper, trying to shift your hips back to gain more friction. But it was only earned with him pulling his finger out to land the sixth smack to your ass. “Count darling,” you dug your head into the mattress, stuttering out the number.  
Four more smacks later and he was pulling you up to straddle his waist, a few tears had managed to cascade down your flushed cheeks. His hands cradled your face as his thumbs gently wiped away your tears. “Is my good girl back?” He asked you quietly, you nodded after he questioned. He pressed a kiss to your forehead before he captured your lips in a searing kiss. Your hands tangled in his long dark hair, eyes shut tightly. He let his hands trail down to your shoulders before reaching behind you and unclasping your bra. You then helped him slide it off your shoulders, never breaking away from the kiss as he tossed the bra somewhere else in the room.  
You were left in your pleated skirt and the underwear beneath them, as well as the knee high socks you had put on earlier when you became a little cold. Bucky was still fully clothed, the male started to trail kisses down to your neck. A quiet giggle slipped past your now swollen lips as his stubble gently tickled you.  
The quiet laughter soon turned into a whimper as he found your sweet spot, fluttering your eyes shut as you tilt your head back to give him better access to your skin. Your back arched ever so, your pebbled nipples rubbing against his satin shirt which only caused you to whine. He decorated your neck and upper chest with marks, sucking and licking on the bruised flesh.
His calloused hands rubbed against your back softly, letting out a soft hum against your neck as your started to grind down against his clothed member. He then wrapped his arms around you securely before he stood up, turning around so he could gently lay you down on top of the downy soft comforter that was a deep shade of red.
Once again he stared down at your flustered self, biting his own bottom lip for a moment before releasing it. You shifted your legs, letting your feet rest against the mattress as you let your legs bend. Giving Bucky a nice view of your panties being as your skirt had shifted and flipped up a tad bit. Slowly at an agonizing pace, he started to unbutton his button down. This time you bit at your bottom lip as you watched him, soon he was shirtless.  
He was quite a stunner. He had a sleeve tattoo running down his left arm that went a little bit onto his shoulder and his upper chest, chiseled abs and man, he had better tits than you, you thought to yourself. The male leaned over your body, taking his thumb and pulling your button lip out from your teeth, before he took a gentle hold of your jaw and lightly shook it from side to side for a split second- which caused you to laugh softly. Your soft giggles caused a smile to pull at his lips.  
Soon he was back to undressing, unbuttoning his jeans as well as unzipping them, letting them fall to the floor before he stepped out of them as it pooled around his ankles, kicking them out of his way. He then grabbed a hold of your bent legs, pulling you close to his standing body.  
His clothed crotch was soon right up against yours, your mouth falling open as he only smirked down at you. “Lets get you outta this, yeah?” He questioned with a tilt of his head, hands grasping the sides of your skirt. You then shifted your hips up to allow him to pull them down your legs, your panties following suit. Only leaving you in your tall socks. He sighed as he took in your naked form, hands gently rubbing at your sock clad legs. After a moment of staring into one another's eyes he let his hands trail down and pull his boxers off. His cock springing up and smacking against his abdomen, which caused you to moan at the sight, your tongue darting out to wet your lips.  
He then took ahold of his length, pumping it a few times as you watched with wide eyes and slightly parted lips. His free hand came and rested against your waist, shifting closer to you as he started to rub his tip up and down your slit. Your head fell back against the mattress, letting out a soft sigh as you tried to push yourself closer to him.
Soon he was pushing into you, your warm walls encasing his hard cock oh so amazingly. He was pushing in at such a slow pace, causing you to whimper and whine. He could only laugh at that, letting his other hand finally rest against the other side of your waist. Once he was fully inside of you he stilled, which caused your bottom lip to jut out as you let your eyes open, staring up at him.
“You are so impatient.” He sighed out, slowly starting to grind himself into you, your back arching up gently as your tried to meet his thrusts. Your eyes were trained on him, not wanting to close them in fear of missing out on seeing his pleasure clad face.  
His blue eyes were staring down at where he was entering you, before they trailed up to the bottom of your stomach. Each thrust he could see the slight bulging it caused your lower abdomen, causing him to groan before taking your hand and placing it over said spot. Once your hand was on your stomach you could feel his cock prodding against you from the inside. This only caused you to let out long whine, staring up at him. “Feel that? Feel how far inside you I am?” He started to talk, leaning over you. His hand let go of your hand, placing his hands on either side of your head as he continued to thrust up into you. “I bet you can feel me in your throat huh? You are so stuffed full of me.” His words were soft and almost like he was cooing, but his words were so filthy, they alone made your roll your eyes into the back of your head.  
“So big,” Was all you could manage to get out through your moans, soon he grabbed ahold of your jaw, prying it open before he spat into your open mouth. “Swallow.” He commanded you, and of course you did. It caused him to moan and smile at you, “There's my good girl.” He purred out, your legs were wound against his slender hips.
Soon he was trailing his hand down to your pussy, his fingers finding your clit as they started to circle the little bud. The extra pleasure caused you to tighten around his length, hands grasping the sheets tightly as your back arched up, head thrown back as you moaned.  
Bucky could get off just from the sight of you, the sight of you full of pleasure and letting yourself go. He grunted before dipping his head down and taking one of your nipples into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the nipple and sucking gently. “Bucky!” You exclaimed through a whine, one of your hands going to grasp at his hair and pull on it. Which only caused him to moan against your breast and send even more pleasure through your body.
“Please,” You added a moment later. He pulled away with a wet pop, his fingers still rubbing your clit and cock still pumping in and out of you at such an amazing pace. “Please what?” He asked, his pace getting a bit faster as his hips smacked against yours harder. “Wanna cum so bad,” Tears were pricking at your eyes, cheeks dusted red.
“Do you?” He teased, slowing down his hips as he stopped rubbing your clit. Once he stopped you let out a frustrated noise, brows furrowing in as you pulled at his hair once more. He let out a moan before he smacked your thigh with his hand. “This isn’t how good girls act,” His voice was stern once more, leaning down to your face.
“Do you want to cum or not?” He asked, circling his hips down against yours, quickly you nodded, “Please sir, I'm sorry, I'll be good!” You promised, words slurred. You felt cock drunk- if that was even a thing. His brow arched as his pace started to pick up, hands grasping your hips tightly to keep you in place.
“You are so tight, darling.” He moaned out, his head thrown back as he let himself get lost in the pleasure. You let your eyes watch his face, seeing the way he felt only made you feel more pleasure. Once again he let one of his hands move to let his thumb rub against your clit once more. You could feel the knot in your stomach getting tighter, your moans getting higher in pitch as you kept getting closer and closer to your peak.
Bucky knew you like the back of his hand, he knew how close you were- he was right there as well. “You gonna cum for me, baby?” His voice was laced with pleasure, his pace never faltering. “Yes! Please, sir I wanna cum!” You moaned out, the pleasure was so much that tears had finally fell from your eyes, mouth stuck open.  
“Go ahead then, cum for me.” It was strange just how his words caused you to slip and reach your peak, back arched as your nails dug into his chest. The feeling of you tightening around him caused him to orgasm as well, his warm cum only adding to the pleasure you felt.  
He let his hips slow as you both rode out the pleasure, your eyes falling shut as you panted. Slowly he pulled out of you, watching your combined juices slip out of your cunt. You whined gently after he pulled out, eyes opening slowly to look up at him. You were in a daze, he smiled ever so gently, leaning over to press a kiss to your forehead as he reached out one hand to wipe away your tears.  
“Hey,” He whispered out, keeping his hand on your cheek. “How you feeling?” Bucky asked gently, he was only soft like this to you, a blissful smile pulling weakly at your face as you hummed in content. “So good,” You whispered out which caused him to let out a tired laugh. “Wanna take a bath?” He then questioned, his thumb rubbing your cheek ever so softly.
You nodded before yawning, your hand coming to hold onto his wrist. “Will you get in with me?” You mumbled out, blinking a few times. He nodded his head, his free hand pushing his dark locks out of his face. “Of course, darling.” And with that he pulled you into his arms, carrying you bridal style to the bathroom.
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After the shared bath you two were both in bed. You were clad in one of Bucky’s t-shirts as well as a fresh pair of underwear, Bucky wore just his boxers. A fresh haze of smoke lingering in the air from the recently burned cigarette Bucky smoked during the bath.
You laid your head on his chest as he softly rubbed your back. “I love you,” He whispered out into the quiet air, you hummed in response, “love you too handsome.” Your words were a little slurred, you were nearly asleep.  
“I’m sorry for being so busy lately, I'm gonna be better about it and have more time for you.” Bucky promised, pressing a kiss to your hairline. “I know, honey. I also know you are very important and have things to do, I'm sorry for causing trouble.” you let your eyes flutter open as you spoke, your hand coming up to play with his chain around his neck.  
“But you are more important than anything else I might have to do.” He added sincerely, “Plus I like when you make trouble.” He added playfully, shifting his hand to lightly pat your bottom which caused you to giggle.  
Soon the air was quiet again, your eyes shut as you let out a tired, yet content sigh. “Goodnight, love you.” You slurred out, half asleep once more. Bucky smiled at that, “Goodnight my good girl.”  
And with that you were asleep.
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noobsquasher · 10 days ago
I live for your Peter fics omg the smut????? Amazing
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Word Count: 2.2k
Warnings: masturbation, oral sex (reader receiving), unprotected sex, slight breeding kink, praising, degrading, swearing, etc
Summary: Peter catches you playing with yourself.
Notes: Peter Parker x Female Reader
All characters in this story are 18+.
Thank you to everyone who voted for Peter!!
Also, I appreciate all the love you guys send me every day, it warms my heart <3 enjoy!
Coming home from work, you felt at peace once you stepped foot into your humble abode.
You had missed Peter dearly, not seeing him since he had been working as well.
The thoughts of him tapped your mind. His smile, his arms, his fucking cock- sorry, his laugh.
All of it made your cheeks blush… and your panties soak.
You knew what needed to be done.
Running towards your bedroom, you felt the stickiness of your panties already.
You closed your door and hastily took off all your clothes, quickly jumping into bed.
Legs spread wide as you reached down, immediately rubbing circles over your sensitive bundle of nerves.
Instant sparks paraded your body as whimpers and whines escaped your mouth, nipples hardening to your movements.
You imagined Peter and how good he would fuck you if he was here. Your vivid and wild imagination toying with your mind as the pornographic scenarios rush lust throughout your veins.
Swapping your real hand with Peter’s imaginary one, his sweet voice spoke the most delicate of words throughout your mind.
“My pretty girl… oh so beautiful when I touch you…”
"I bet all your neighbors can hear you, I bet they all know what a dirty little slut you are."
“Feels good, baby? Tell me how good I make you feel.”
“You're my slut. Say it.”
“Such a pretty pussy. So fucking tight and wet. I’m barely touching you and you're already dripping.”
“Yeah, that's it, angel, just like that."
“I love you. My Y/N, I love you.”
Your imagination was soon the source of your first orgasm.
A couple more rubs and...
Eyes rolled to the back of your head, toes curling, legs shaking as your first orgasm racked your brain.
As the high died down, you tried to catch your breath, taking a short break before round two.
Your shaky fingers found it’s way back to your soaked cunt, feeling how wet you were.
You immediately dipped two fingers inside your velvety folds, back arching when you curled them.
You were already a mess, rough moans running around your room as you finger fucked yourself. The thoughts of Peter being the reason why your fingers were saturated in your sticky arousal.
The filthy sounds of the gushes from your pussy encouraged you, your pace speeding up.
Continuing to work your magic, you were so distracted by the immense feeling, that you didn’t hear someone walk inside your bedroom.
Unaware of the new presence, you carried on with your finger fucking, your precious moans filling the room.
Your fingers kept hitting your sweet spot, screams now leaving your lips. Profanities and moans danced around you as tears pricked your eyes, your entire body shaking.
Your brain was scrambled, mind elsewhere. The only thing you could focus on was the coil within you twisting, on the end of the edge.
“I’m gonna cum! Oh my god- I’m gonna- OH!” You gasped, hand halting as you finally realized someone was standing at the front of your bed.
That someone was Peter himself.
Cheeks crimson as he stared at you, his face stained with multiple reactions. You couldn’t tell if he was frightened or turned on.
“Peter?! What- what are you doing here?” Fingers slipping out of you, breath unsteady.
“I- I- I- um- I was- I was supposed to um- I was coming ov-over today.”
It felt as if your heart was inside your ass.
You wondered what he was thinking and also wondered if you could finish what you were doing.
“Oh! I didn’t…” grabbing your bed sheets to cover yourself, “I forgot that you were coming. Sorry.”
“You couldn’t wait for me?”
You gazed at him before laughing, feeling a bit embarrassed.
He stood standing like a stick figure, unsure of what to do now.
Well, his cock knew what he wanted to do.
He was surprised to find you in bed like this, shock biting at him as he watched you beforehand, waiting for you to notice him.
He didn’t want to interrupt, and how could he? The view of your pretty little fingers, penetrating that pretty little pussy of yours… gosh, he couldn’t get enough.
Nothing was as beautiful, as distracting, as enthralling, then you.
“Do you wanna… do you wanna watch me?”
His eyes widened, brows raising.
“Watch you?”
He wanted to do more than watch.
“Yeah… I didn’t finish.”
His eyes twinkled, his body slowly moving to the edge of your bed. He got comfortable as he sat down, eyes pinned to your bare body.
You peeled off the sheets, legs spreading wide as your slick folds glistened in the golden rays that the sunset gifted through the windows.
Peter’s eyes grew dark as he inhaled your sweet scent, veins sparkling with lust.
“Shit, Y/N. Fuck… you're so wet.”
“I know… I was thinking about you.”
He smiled, hands gripping the mattress as you slowly dipped your fingers into your leaking cunt.
You instantly moaned and jerked your head back, not wasting any time to cum. Your fingers went at a constant pace, going in and out with rhythm.
His unabashed and steady stare sent goosebumps through your skin, a slick smile pricking your lips.
“You like what you see?” You asked him, taking a glimpse of how his cock was piercing through his jeans.
“Love it. Keep going, pretty girl.”
You smiled, feeling motivated to see the finish line.
“Hard already? You wish it was you inside me instead of my fingers? You wish, don’t you?”
He glared at you, lowering his head. Chocolate eyes giving you a look.
Deep down, you knew you were gonna regret saying that.
The grin on your face was soon wiped away when you hit your sweet spot, making your eyes roll back and your head dropping back onto the pillow.
“Fuck! Peter! Pete, I’m gonna cum!”
You glanced back at him, eyes lingering on your delicate state.
“Baby- baby I’m gonna- OH!”
The coil twisted, your orgasm hitting harder than before.
Peter’s name played like a mantra on your tongue, brain going numb as his name turned into cries and babbles.
Stars danced around you a second time, body shaking as one hand gripped the sheets with such force, you nearly tore them. The other hand is coated in your candid nectar.
Peter thought his cock was about to unzip his jeans as he watched you come undone.
You sunk into your bed, breathing heavily, taking in the aftermath of your intense orgasm.
“You good?”
You flinched, forgetting Peter was sitting nearby you.
A mumbled yes answered his question as you tried to mentally organize yourself.
You felt the bed shift as Peter stood up, moving to the side. You were caught off guard when he grabbed your hand, slowly licking the mess off them.
Eyes pinned as you watched Peter suck and slurp your fingers clean like a lollipop.
“I missed how sweet you tasted.” Setting your hand down, placing tiny kisses on it.
You couldn’t help but smile and laugh at the man standing before you, soft eyes on him.
“You really forgot I was coming over? I told you on your lunch break.” His hand caressed your cheek.
“Someone knew… just not me.”
He chuckled, eyes gentle.
“You okay to go another round? I bet my fingers could do a better job.”
“A better job? Yeah, sure.”
He tilted his head slightly, eyes dark.
“Wanna bet?”
You grinned.
“Bet you couldn’t do a better job. My fingers know me best.” You teased.
He took a deep breath, a slight smirk on his face as he gazed at you, eyes narrowed.
You knew he didn’t need to say a word to know you had already lost.
“Peter! Oh- Peter, baby!”
Peter devoured your sore folds, fingers deep inside you, the intense movements on your sweet spot driving you insane.
Your hand immediately twined between his curls as he sucked harshly on your swollen bud, playing with you like a well-loved instrument.
Blood rushed to Peter’s already strained cock as your whines and whimpers made his tongue dive deeper, burying his pretty face between your soft thighs.
You absentmindedly grinded your hips against his tongue, using his curls as reigns.
“Tell me, aren’t I doing a better job? So fucking needy that you grind your pussy against me?” His soaked fingers still penetrated you.
You were in no state to answer him, so your cries confirmed his question.
With a smile, Peter multitasked as his long fingers and tongue went back to fucking you. Delicate juices leaked out of you as he slurped everything up in an instant.
You tasted so delicious, so perfect.
Never in Peter’s life has he ever tasted anything like you. Pure ambrosia, he thought. He needed this, wanted this, begged for this.
Shit, he wouldn’t mind eating you out for eternity.
He felt every single nerve within you shake, felt all your goosebumps, felt each of the vibrations of your harmonious moans.
He needed to be inside you, now.
Before you could finish, he left a kiss on your sweet folds as he lifted himself, quickly tearing off the jeans that had been suffocating him this past hour.
You were so out of it that you didn’t even recognize what was going on until you felt his thick cock graze your slit, the angry pink tip coated in precum.
“You're right, I’ve been wishing- no, praying to be inside you. You don’t understand how good you feel angel, how bad my cock needs you.”
You gazed up at him, lashing batting, breath heavy.
“Fuck me. Fuck me, Peter.”
He caught a kiss on your desperate lips, obeying your every order.
Gasps tore the air as he shoved himself inside you, cock grazing your cervix.
It was embarrassing how quickly your walls clenched around him, the feeling giving Peter a head rush.
“My little slut, how long until you come on my cock? I’ll give you three minutes, tops.”
Peter swore your pussy was crafted by the Gods themselves. You fit so perfectly, so smoothly for him. He felt honored to be inside you, each pound he made claiming you, his.
His large hands held your breasts as he thrust into you with force, the headboard behind you banging with fury.
Sometimes you forget that Peter takes you literally when you ask him to fuck you, but you weren’t complaining as his cock tore up your sore pussy, loving how you crumbled underneath him.
Your heavy breathing ran around the room, incoherent sounds and babbles informing Peter that you were near your end.
He chuckled, leaning down to place his saccharine kisses and marks on your shoulder.
“Peter- Petey- I’m-“
He kissed you silent, lips touching tenderly.
“I’m wrong, you’ll come in two.”
He tucked his head in the crevice between your neck and shoulder, roughly groaning into your skin. You bucked your hips into his and arched your back, eyes rolling into the back of your head as you eagerly reached your third orgasm of the day.
Electricity sparked your nerves as you felt Peter’s cock hit every single spot within you, your brain feeling fried.
Your vocal cords were strained at this point, tears stained your face, soft cries escaping your throat.
“Oh, good girl! My sweet girl… that’s it…” it was as if his kisses tried to relive how sore you were, how exhaustion was about to have you knocked out soon.
It was the sweetest torcher, his cock continuing to fuck you, how your velvety walls continued to swallow him whole.
“Pl-please! Peter! Slow- slow down, I can’t- I can’t take it!” Salty tears stream down your face, body about to go limp as you gripped onto his shoulders, crescent shapes molded into him.
He wipes away the remains, placing another kiss on your lips.
“You can keep going, sweetheart. You asked for this, didn’t you?”
“But- but-“
He dived forward, lips attaching to yours in an instant, his hand trailing up to yours, palms intertwining.
“Make me proud, baby. Make me cum. Do this for me, will you?”
Your glossy eyes twinkled as you nodded, catching a gentle kiss on his soft lips, tongues dancing.
You could swear that your thighs would crack each time Peter thrust into you, the overstimulation making you lose track of reality.
“Pete- Pete please… cum for me… come on.”
If he didn’t cum in the next five seconds, you were sure you’d pass out.
“I love you. I love you, Y/N. You're mine. Know that. All mine.” He growled softly before he let out a harsh groan, thrusts slopping as he released his hot cum inside you, coating your aching walls.
He placed a tender kiss onto your sweat-covered forehead, not a care in the world as he stained you with his seed.
After a few moments, he gently pulled out, cum dripping out your swollen slit.
The sight was something Peter burned into his memory, how he had marked you, his.
Your body molded into the bed, Peter squeezing next to you.
“It’s safe to say, I won the bet.” He teased.
You glared at him, rolling your eyes.
He chuckled, kisses staining your cheek.
Your eyes softened on his infatuating smile, how his apple cheeks always seemed to have the butterflies within you dancing.
“I love you too, Petey. More than everything.”
The look in his delicate honey orbs was enough to seal your fate.
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imagineaworld · 5 months ago
hungry eyes | b.b
part one
pairing : dadsbestfriend!bucky x reader, neighbour!bucky
word count : 1k
summary : your dads best friend bucky is your neighbour and your bedroom faces his
warnings : 18+, undefined but significant age gap (reader is of drinking age), masturbation (fem & m implied), exhibitionism(?)
a/n : only a teensy bit of smut in this part, part two will be more smutty hehe
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Being home for the summer meant one thing: Friday night dinners with your dad's best friend, Bucky, who also happened to be your very hot next-door neighbour.
Since you moved out for college, your dad converted your old bedroom into his office, meaning you slept in the guest room whenever you came to visit. The only problem with this was that the guest room faced Bucky's bedroom. This made for some pretty awkward encounters over your summer stays.
On more than one occasion, you’d opened your curtains in the morning to Bucky wandering about his room, shirtless with loose sweatpants hanging low on his hips. Or his lower body wrapped in a towel, hair damp and skin wet. Your eyes couldn’t help but wander across his sculpted body, appreciating his bulging biceps and chiselled abs.
Also more than once, he’d catch your eye, and you had to swiftly avert your eyes and pray he didn’t realise you were staring at his half-naked body, a total invasion of privacy.
Every Friday night, Bucky would join you and your parents for dinner, usually staying late seeing as he only lived next door. Much like many family traditions, you weren't exactly sure when this became a thing.
In preparation for him to come over tonight, your mother told you to put on something a bit nicer than the oversized t-shirt and leggings you were currently wearing. So you went upstairs and changed into a skirt and tank top because even though it was the evening, it was still hot from the sun beaming down all day long.
Bucky arrived at around six pm, letting himself into the house as he often did, announcing his arrival with a “smells good!”. He came into the kitchen, where your mother was cooking, your dad was preparing the cutlery and plates and you were making drinks. . “What can I get for you?” You asked Bucky
“Wouldn’t say no to a glass of wine,” he replied.
The wine was kept in the cellar, so your mother went to grab a bottle of red while your dad went to set the table, leaving you alone with Bucky.
While you stirred the food as per your mother’s request while she fetched the wine, Bucky came up behind you, pressing his body into yours.
"Nice bra,” he said.
Your cheeks heated, “What?”
"You really ought to shut your curtains when you change, doll.”
You hadn’t even noticed him watching while you changed. “Maybe I leave them open on purpose,” you challenged.
"So you can watch me, hm?” he said gruffly into your ear. “You think I don’t catch you staring at me?”
Before you could respond, footsteps coming up from the cellar alerted you both that someone was coming. Bucky stepped away from you, acting as though that interaction had never happened.
You felt flustered for the rest of the evening, aroused even, by the thought of Bucky watching you the way you watched him.
All through dinner, all you could think about was Bucky. what else had he seen you do? You didn’t want to admit it but sometimes you hoped he was watching you when you changed, when you danced around your room in very little clothing.
It didn’t help that he was sat right beside you, playing footsie with you under the table and rubbing his denim-clad thigh against your bare one. His large hand even brushed your upper thigh occasionally, sending shockwaves through your body.
But every time you glanced at him, he was looking at his food, or at one of your parents, seemingly giving them his full attention as though he wasn’t even aware of his behaviour under the table.
After the meal, Bucky would help you all clean up. tonight, you couldn’t help but notice how close he kept getting to you, his arm grazing yours, his hand caressing your arm or lower back as he manoeuvred around you.  Every touch set your skin on fire, the ache between your legs growing stronger as the evening went on.
You joined your parents and Bucky in the living room for drinks after dinner now that you were old enough to drink. As evening turned into night and one bottle of wine turned into two (or three), you found your arousal impossible to ignore. Tipsy meant one thing for you: horny.
It didn't help that Bucky was practically undressing you with his eyes, right in front of your parents. They didn't seem to notice.
"I'm off to bed," you announced, standing up as the intensity of Bucky's stare getting the better of you.
"I should head back anyway," Bucky said, following suit. "Let you all enjoy the rest of your night."
You bid everyone good night and hurried up to your room. The curtains were still open. You left them open as you switched your lamp on and flopped onto your bed.
As you laid there, you started to rub little circles around your clit through your underwear. You could feel how wet you were from earlier, how desperate for release you were.
You tugged your underwear down to your ankles and reached into your bedside drawer for your vibrator. You noticed out of the corner of your eye Bucky's bedroom light turn on. You took a peek through your window. His curtains were open. Your heart raced at what you were about to do.
Once the vibrator made contact with your sensitive mound, all your nerves disappeared. No other thoughts filled your mind except pleasure. You were oblivious to the man watching you through the window.
Bucky's eyes roamed up your spread legs, lingering on your fully visible pussy. His trousers tented as he watched your head fall back in pleasure, your fingers working with the vibrator to reach your climax.
His cock strained against the fabric of his clothes as he continued to watch, lust in his hungry eyes. He palmed himself through his trousers, hoping to relieve some tension. As you reached your climax, his cock twitched at the sight of you coming undone.
He wanted to hear your pants and moans. He wished your fingers were his, to feel your arousal dripping on them. He wanted to hear you call out his name as you came. For tonight, his own hand would have to do.
Once you had finally relieved yourself, you got up from your bed. You smirked at Bucky through the window before shutting the curtains.
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