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Behind the bite and sharpness

Pairing — John Walker x Thunderbolt!Fem!Reader

Summary — Teasing. Tension. Hate. Or something much deeper. Something more soft, more caring. Something like love.

Warnings — Minors DNI, kind of enemies to lovers, kind of friends with benefits, fuck buddies with feelings, tiny thunderbolts spoilers [only mentioned the team], lot of teasing, rough!John turning soft, smut [unprotected p in v, rough sex, name calling, oral (male!rec), deep throating, ball worship, spanking, teasing, degradation, edging, anal play, fingering, creampie], aftercare, fluff, love confession

Wordcount — 4.918 Words

Authors Note — John Walker? How did this happen? Actually, I don’t know. @daydreamgoddess14 reblogged the fics. And somehow, I ended up being interested. Still a bit of a hate/like thing, so here some roughness with fluff. Entry for @ramp-it-up’s 5k praise challenge. [“You're doing so well, sweetheart. Let go. I've got you.”]. Divider made by me. Beta’d by @thevillainswhore my love!❤️❤️

Meetings. More meetings. And so much boredom.

Only to talk about the mission reports of the last mission. Or get through the plans, yet once again, for the next mission.

You know the mission. You know the location. You know the plan.

And yet, you’re listening to another lecture of Ava, or Alexei. You're not sure, they both argue back and forth about the locations.

You slide back in the chair, running your hands over your face. Leaning your head back, you stare at the ceiling. You connect the dots in the white boards above you, grinning when one of them looks like your worst enemy’s face.

Your thoughts are interrupted by Bucky’s loud groan. He's pouting at a paper before Ava snatches it out of his hand and wiggles it in front of Alexei’s face.

Such a chaotic team, but it’s your team. Mostly lovely, mostly weird, but always special in their own way.

Your eyes scan over the three before they settle on Yelena and Bob. A paper, probably one Ava and Bucky are looking for later, has now countless smiling faces and little figures on it.

You should start putting empty sheets on the desk so Yelena can draw without ruining mission reports.

Bob smirks as he points at a smiley and whispers something to Yelena. You grin as he draws a small blush into the face of the figure on the paper.

Then your eyes roam further toward the guy sitting opposite you. Your worst enemy, who has this shit eating, wide grin plastered all over his face.

That shit eating, annoying fucking grin.

Sometimes you would like to punch it off his face. Just to see his widened blue eyes when you catch him off guard. And to feel the satisfication when his punch lands in his face to wipe away the annoying grin.

John leans relaxed back in his chair, watching you intensely like you’re the only two people in the room.

Dick. Bastard. Idiot—

Your phone buzzes and you narrow your eyes. All your friends — and John — are in this room, who else would message you?

While the blond haired keeps his eyes on you, you look down at your phone, groaning in frustration when his name appears on your screen.

His name. And a message.

Such a basta—

Another message.

Your face shoots up, glaring at the agent with narrowed eyes. And he grins. Just like he always does.

Pathetic. Disgusting. And so fucking annoying.

He knows what he’s doing. You know it too.

You can feel the anger in your bones. The tightness in your muscles. Because he knows so damn well how to rile you up.

But not with you. Not. With. You.

Your face drops to your phone again and you swipe to open the message he sent you.

John: I don’t know one thing I like about you.

John: Thought about it. Spent the last half an hour thinking about anything I might like about you. Found nothing.

You growl, quietly so no one can hear it. Your jaw clenches slightly as you grit your teeth.

And ohhh, he has so much fun. Leaning further back he spreads his legs and looks down to type another message.

John: Guess you're just not like-able enough for me.

The audacity. He's such a huge dick. Unfortunately, he has a dick just as big as his ego.

And sometimes, it excuses his behavior toward you. But most of the time, it's just hate and riling up one another.

Then a grin forces its way on your face, curling your lips upward.

He thinks he’s able to get under your skin. But you can be just as annoying like him.

You: Tell me more.

John groans, frustrated. This wasn’t exactly his plan. But he wouldn't let you know that he isn’t sure how to handle the situation.

John: This isn’t sexting.

You: Oh, I know. It’s even better than sexting.

You: Though, I thought you liked when I screamed your name when I came all over your cock. Cumming hard inside of me to my moans, because you hate them so much, good to know.”

You grin. You got him.

The room is quiet by now, everyone staring at you and John, watching your interaction.

While you feel satisfied with yourself, John tries to come up with another thing to say to make you go crazy.

But he won’t find anything. Because you're ready to defend yourself from every attack from him.

Only when Yelena clears her throat does your head snap toward the team. They are all looking with narrowed eyes or raised eyebrows at you.

“What’s going on between the two of you? Need to breath some fresh air or is that tension between you supposed to ignite a flame?” Yelena asks with frown.

Tension? Flame? Definitely not what you would call that.

It sounds way too much like hot tension instead of maddening tension.

“Yeah, John, do you need some fresh air?” You grin, leaning over to rest your arms on the table and get closer to him.

Johns expression changes from surprised to angry. Rolling his blue eyes, he pushes the chair back with such force it falls backward and lands on the ground with a loud thud.

His eyes are locked with yours, daring you to move your ass as well. To follow him outside.

“Yeah, maybe I need some fresh air,” he growls before he turns away and walks out of the room.

You grin, leaning back. You won that one. Once again.

The team gets back to talking about the reports and you keep replaying John’s angry gaze in your mind. He’s kinda hot when he looks all mad.

The furrow of his brows, the pursing of his lips. And then the way he clenched and unclenched his hands and jaw. Almost delicious, if he wasn't such a dick.

John: Thinking you won?

John: Silly little girl. Try again.

You growl, getting up as well before rushing out of the room. You ignore the others’ confused gazes, whatever’sgoing on between you and John they don't really get it.

It’s like a hate-love relationship. With more hate than love. And more teasing than anything else.

You slam the door shut, looking through the floors to find the blond haired man.

Now he did it. He got under your skin. Riled you up. And you let him.

Oh, damn. Yes, you let him. Because that’s when the fun begins.

Before you get far through the floor, you notice the idiot leaning against the wall. His arms crossed in front of his chest as he tilts his head to look at you.

“Oh, found me!” He laughs as you stalk over to him with a frown.

“You’re not as invisible as you wish once I kick your balls,” you mutter as you stop a few feet away from him.

John laughs. Like it's amazing what you say.

You're threatening him and he's acting like you told him a joke.

“Can you even reach them with your tiny, baby legs?” John mocks you.

Something inside of you snaps. Anger. Anger from so much teasing bubbles over.

You lift your leg, about to kick his balls. Just before the tip of your foot hits him, his hand snaps toward your leg. Fingers wrapping tightly around your ankle and holding it in place.

You growl, wiggling and pulling to get out of his grip. But he’s stronger. So much stronger, fingers digging into your flesh.

“Think you’re a smart girl?” He asks, his eyes darken and his smirks vanishes for a moment.

Is he about to give up and stop teasing you? Did you get too close to him, and now he’s all scared of a woman?

You’re about to grin when his hand lets go of your leg, but wraps around your neck instead. He does that with such force, your breath hitches as he’s pushing you back. Your back hitting the wall with a thud, pain shooting through you.

A sound between a moan and a whine slips past your lips. Join’s body warm and strong against yours.

He’s so tall. So muscular. And he smells amazing.

Sweet. Musk. Just so good, you might just give in and lean into him.

His fingers tighten around your neck, probably leaving marks where he digs his fingers into your skin.

“Brat,” he growls, smashing his lips against yours.

The kiss is rough. It's almost hurtful but it's what you both need.

Roughness to get relief for all the tension.

His tongue swipes over your bottom lip, demanding access. He doesn’t ask. Not when he has you pinned against the wall. When he has you at his mercy.

Your lips part slightly, but the grin that tugs at your lips makes him pause.

“You little whore, bite me and I will fuck your ass raw,” he growls against you before he pushes his tongue between your lips.

It’s tempting. Too tempting.

And it’s not like you’ve never had anal sex with him, but you’ve never had it bare without preparation. And he's a man of his words.

John doesn’t just threaten you. He will do it. And you know he will split your ass open.

“Not so brave anymore, brat?” He chuckles as he pulls back again.

Your eyes are widened, your lips swollen from the kiss while you look at him with a mixture of want and stubbornness. You won’t let him break you that easily, he can threaten you all he wants, but you will wiggle your way through to rile him up until he breaks.

“Maybe you should put me over your knee and spank me, Daddy,” You whisper, using the nickname just to annoy him. Because it makes it so hard for him not to do it.

It would be so easy to bend you over his lap, pushing your pants down to spank your ass sore. In front of everyone’s eyes. Naked. Vulnerable until you beg him to stop and apologize.

But he doesn't. It’s tempting. But having you in his bed, whinging because his cock is too thick for your cunt, is even better for him. Forcing every inch into you, slowly to let you feel every little bit of his cock.

He feels his cock harden in his pants, almost bursting the fabric.

John just wants to bury his dick in your warmth, fuck the anger out of both of you, just like he always does.

But for now, he’s planning to rile you up some more.

“That’s what you like, filthy whore? You're such a fucking slut,” he growls, his fingers around your neck tightening.

“And you fucking love it, bastard,” you growl back and wrap your hands around his arm that’s still holding your neck.

“I do, whore.”

With that he lets go of your neck and grips your hips instead, lifting you up. Your arms and legs wrap around his body immediately, rubbing against him to gain some friction between your legs.

“Fuck you’re—” he slaps your ass harsh, shutting you up before you can tell him how hard he is.

John’s cock is pressing against you, with every step he takes, his dick shifts between your legs. A moan leaves your lips as you kiss him, hard. Rough.

Theres no softness. Not after all the teasing. Not after all the madness you cause one another.

“I hate you,” you mutter when John opens the door to his bedroom. With his foot, he kicks it shut behind you.

You hate him. You love him. And you just want to feel him.

“You sure fucking do,” he groans against your lips. “Do you think I care? I don’t when you scream my name like the slut you are. Spreading your legs for someone you hate so much, huh?”

John walks over to his bed, throwing you down on it. You’re bouncing on the bed when he unbuckles his belt, pushing his pants down and stepping out of them.

With a shit eating grin he grasps your ankles and pulls you to the edge of the bed. You slip off it, kneeling down in front of him while you look at him with doe eyes.

“Don’t act all cute, slut,” he huffs, freeing his cock from his boxer briefs.

You're swallowing down the moan that threatens to bubble up your throat. His cock looks delicious, thick and veiny. The tip is leaking pre-cum and you’re leaning closer to kiss away the drop of his arousal.

John wraps his hand around your hair, pulling your head back until you look up at him. With a smirk plastered on his face, he forces your mouth open with his free hand to spit into your mouth.

“Hold it,” he growls, grasping his cock and slapping it against your cheek, then he brings it to your lips and pushes the tip in between them. “Now swallow.”

And you do, swallowing around his tip. John grunts, rutting his hips to push more of his length into your mouth.

A dangerous glint is visible in his blue eyes. You know what it means. He always has that glisten in his eyes before he’s making you gag and choke on his cock.

He keeps sliding deeper until he reaches the back of your throat. Your eyes widen, you knew it, and yet you didn’t relax enough.

Gagging around his thick girth, he chuckles low in his chest.

Johns hand is still tightly wrapped in your hair, pulling you closer until your nose is pressed against his belly, his balls flush against your chin and his cock in your throat.

“Fuck, look at you. Swallowing cock like your made for it,” he groans, keeping you in place for a moment.

Your fingers reach up, digging into his thick thighs. The oxygen leaves your lungs slowly, leaving you breathless.

“You know the rules. Mine to play. Too much and you tap my thigh twice. If you don’t, I will choke you like the whore you are for me,” John mutters.

For the first time since the meeting, his voice holds a hint of softness and concern. He doesn't want to push you beyond your limits, just to your limit.

You nod as best as you can, swallowing around his cock. John pulls back slightly, allowing you to breathe for a moment.

You’re panting, lungs burning, but you’re already leaning closer to have more of his cock down your throat. His cock twitches slightly when you run your tongue over the tip.

Then he pushes you back on his cock. His eyes focus on you as he drags his shaft over your tongue.

He loves that view. You on your knees for him, almost drooling over his cock. He loves to feel your throat constricting around his length.

“Breath through your nose, baby,” he mutters, his voice soft for a moment before his demour changes back to the roughness.

He keeps you on his cock, only letting go when he feels your nails digging painfully into his thigh.

“Don’t ya want to give my balls some attention too?” He chuckles, pulling his cock out of your mouth. “C’mon, I know you love sucking some balls.”

You moan, kissing along his shaft. Your hand wrapping around his dick, you lift it enough to reach his balls, taking them between your lips and suckling softly.

John groans, grinning down at you. You’re stroking his cock in the same rhythm you suck his balls. Slow. Steady. But so intense.

Keeping the motions and the pace for a while, you keep holding John’s expression. It’s not as angry anymore, more soft. And somehow it bothers you.

You’re not up for some love making at the moment. You need it hard. And you know how to get him to do it rough.

Your arousal is soaking your panties, your thighs pressing together in need.

With your teeth, you graze along his balls, making him hiss when you’re too close to biting him. He pulls you away from his cock, his expression hardening as he glares down.

“You fucking whore. Biting my balls? You need it rough but you can’t ask for it, can you slut?”

Shit. He looks right through you. And yet, he does exactly what you wanted him to do.

John pulls you further back, his hand sliding from your hair to your neck before he pulls you up. With a tilt of his head, he leans closer to your ear.

“Get undressed,” he commands, pulling back to get rid of the rest of his clothes too. His eyes never leave you, not when you're kneeling with widened eyes and not when you get up to do as you’re told.

A pleased smile tugs at his lips. You’re gorgeous. But he’s still mad. And he won’t halt unless the safe word slips past your lips.

He will ruin you. Fucking ruin you, until you’re a begging and whining mess underneath him. And he will enjoy every second of it, watching you take his cock. Watching you writhe in pleasure—

“You gotta stare all night, perv?” You grumble with a chuckle.

John groans, shaking his head as he takes a step toward you.

You want to play games? He will play with you.

His hand wraps around your neck, turning you with such force that you fall forward the moment you’re close to the bed.

Your arms give up and you’re leaning with your upper body on the bed, while your ass is on perfect display for the blond haired man.

“What did you just call me?” He growls, spanking you hard.

A moan slips past your lips, your head pressed into the mattress as his hand comes down on your ass once more.

“C’mon, tell me. Running your mouth and now the cats got your tongue?” He laughs behind you, his calloused hands running up and down your back. “You’re stunning.”

“And you’re lazy, grandpa,” you smirk, wiggling your ass. It only earns you another spank, but at least it's worth it.

John mutters something under his breath, spreading your ass cheeks and running his thumb over your puckered hole.

You shiver, jerking forward when he adds some pressure. A low chuckle rumbles through his chest, he would have so much fun fucking your ass raw, but he doesn’t.

Not when you’re pussy is on full display, wet and dripping for him.

“You’re such a whore, dripping down your legs,” he mumbles, thrusting two of his fingers into your cunt.

You moan, arching your back to push against his touch. His calloused fingers thrust as deep as they can go into you. With a curl of them, he immediately hits your spongy spot.

“Fuck!” You whimper, trying to fuck yourself on his fingers when he stops his movements.

Idiot. Fucking idiot.

He knows how to keep you on the edge. To please you. And yet, he keeps teasing and edging you.

Before you can protest about the lack of penetration, his fingers are pulled out of you. A whine works its way up your throat.

John has you exactly where he wants you. On edge. At his mercy. Needy. Whining. And so desperate for him, for his cock.

“Say please,” he says, wrapping his hand around his shaft as he strokes himself a few times.

John’s free hand is on your back, keeping you down and pressed into the mattress.

“Fuck yo— FUCK!” You moan when he thrusts into you without warning or hesitation. His balls slapping against your clit when he bottoms out immediately.

“Shouldn’t run your mouth like that if you don’t want to be fucking destroyed,” he mutters, pulling his cock out of your cunt before pushing back in with even more force. “That’s it, take my dick like the slut you are.”

You grin, fingers digging into the sheets as he keeps fucking you roughly. Luckily for you, not rough enough to vanish the attitude.

You purposefully clench around his cock, making him groan. His hips stutter mid movement before he builds up his pace again.

“Anyone could take your tiny cock, idiot,” you mutter, knowing full well that his cock is above average.

But the tiny bit of control you have about him while he pounds into you needs to be used.

“Even my ex had bigger fingers than your coc—”

Another spank before his hand moves around you. Running his fingers through your folds and pinching your clit harshly.

John laughs when your hips buck forward. He knows you’re pussy is stretched out a lot around his cock already. But you want to see how much he can fit into your hole? He will show you.

“Yeah? His fingers were bigger,” he grunts, slowing his thrusts. “Then there won't be a problem if I stuff your pussy with my cock and my fingers.”

You shake your head. Definitely not a problem!

John’s free hand moves to your waist, gripping it harshly as he pushes a finger into you, next to his cock.

His cock can be a struggle if you aren’t warmed up. But with his fingers, it feels like it's burning already.

You moan, trying to move away from him, only to be pulled back harshly. His balls slap against your clit once more, making you whine.

It’s overwhelming. The stretch. The sensation. The soft burn. And the pleasure.

“Gonna take another, whore?” He mutters, leaning over you to place a kiss between your shoulder blades as his hip movements stop.

Your face is pressed into the mattress, unable to speak so you just nod your head.

It’s so good. Too good. And yet, almost too much.

John adds another finger, feeling you clench even more around him. “You need to relax, or i’m gonna hurt you.”

You growl, he shouldn’t he so soft. He should pound into you and ruin you.

But at the same time, your heart flutters at his concern. It’s always the edge of softness, even when he’s practically ruining you with his cock.

“With your tiny—” You get interrupted when he pulls back to thrust into you.

Idiot. Shutting you up like that, such a dick move.

“Yeah, is it? Your pussy feels like i’m ripping it apart, sure you can take another finger?” John teases, knowing you could take another one. But not without struggles and a lot of lube.

You whimper, nodding your head. But instead of adding another finger, he pulls them out and brings them to your puckered hole instead.

“Maybe I should punish you instead,” he huffs, circling the ring of muscle while his pace picks up again.

The sound of skin slapping against skin and both of your moans fills the room. Sweat forming on your skin, your body shaking as he adds some pressure until his digit slides into your tighter hole.

“Oh! JOHN, please, fuck…” you whine, unsure if you want him to continue or stop.

It burns. But it burns in such a wonderful way.

He keeps his index finger inside of you, pumping it back and forth in the same rhythm he fucks you cunt.

The coil in your stomach tightens with every of his strokes. He’s hitting all the right parts, making you see stars.

You're babbling, fingers clenched into the sheets while he uses you like a toy for his pleasure. Another finger prods at your puckered hole, slipping in next to the other.

“You better not cum without permission, brat,” John mutters, having you stupid for his cock.

You're shivering, legs shaking as your orgasm approaches. You want to say anything, want his permission to come but the only thing that leaves your lips are whines and moans.

“Oh, such a dumb little thing, can’t even ask to come anymore?” He mocks you, but there is no bite, no sharpness in his tone anymore. “Shhh, come on, baby, tell me what you need.”

You whimper, clinging tighter to the sheets while your pussy is clenching around him, almost causing him to stumble over the edge.

John pulls out, his fingers, then his cock, leaving you empty and your hole gaping for him. Another pitiful and almost pathetic whine makes its way up your throat.

“I know. You're being so good, baby, c’mon, turn around for me,” he says softly, his fingers gripping you by your hips to help you turn around. John helps you move further onto the bed before he crawls onto it between your legs. “Spread them for me, can you do that, precious?”

You nod, looking at him with a fucked out expression. He smiles softly and guides his cock back to your entrance, slowly pushing into you.

Your fingers reach out, trying to tangle in his hair, but you end up hugging his neck.

You feel like you’re flying. And yet, so out of your mind.

John strokes a few strands of your hair out of your face and tucks them behind your ear, smiling softly at you.

He’s thrusting back into you, slow and soft until he bottoms out again. He knows he could come just like that, but he needs you to come for him first, or at least with him.

“Come on, come for me, baby,” he mutters, rutting his hips enough to cause friction, but not enough to move his hips away from yours too much. “You're doing so good, such a good girl.”

His heavy body is trapped above yours, holding you down and offering you grounding. You nod, eyes locking with his, then they move down to his soft lips.

You want to feel them. You need to feel them to reach your orgasm.

It's almost like he can read you like an open book. John leans down, his lips pressing a chaste kiss to the tip of your nose before he seals your lips with his.

He’s so soft. Such a diffrence to the earlier roughness.

John's tongue moves softly against yours, seeking entrance and you allow him.

After a moment he pulls back again. His cock twitching and he’s close to the edge himself, noticing your dazed look.

A soft smile forms on your lips as he leans his forehead against yours. “Come?”

“Yes, precious. You're doing so well. Let go, I’ve got you,” he mutters before he speeds his thrusts up. Only a bit. Only enough for him to hit your sweet spot a few more times.

You nod, squeezing him hard when your back arches and the coil in your stomach snaps. Panting and moaning underneath him, you dig your nails tightly into his neck.

“P-please, p-please,” you whimper, rocking against him.

It’s all John needs for him to stumble over the edge, his cum shooting into you, painting your walls with his seed.

John’s movements falter though. He’s fucking you through your orgasm until he stills, his cock still deep inside of you, his body pressed against yours as you hold onto him.

“Still hate you,” you grumble, still somewhere between fucked out and clear in your mind.

John laughs, not mocking or anything. He laughs, wholeheartedly and sweet.

His eyes crinkle slightly and with his sweaty blond hair sticking to his forehead and pink cheeks, he looks so soft. So familiar. So like home.

Like the home you didn't know you're looking for in a person. Especially not in John. But there he is, pushing and edging you in every way he can. Just to be pulled toward you in the most beautiful way.

“I know you don't, actually you love me,” he mumbles, kissing your forehead softly. He still doens’t move off of you, knowing you need the closeness, the weight to calm down.

“I might do,” you giggle, closing your eyes. You take a deep breath, taking in his musky scent.

It’s warm. Surrounding you like a warm blanket on cold days.

“I know you do, you know why?”

You shake your head. You might know. But you're not sure and somehow, you wanna hear it from him.

“Because that thing between you and me, it’s more than just hate sex. It’s more than fucking,” he mumbles, his fingers running up and down your sides.

His touch is soft enough to feel good, but not enough to tickle.

“And because I like you. Actually, I more than just like you. I love you, brat,” he whispers against your lips.

“I love you too, idiot,” you mumble, leaning up to kiss him softly again. His lips are warm, tasting so sweet that it makes you want to keep kissing him until you’re both breathless.

Or you will just keep him tightly against you in bed for a lot of kisses and soft touches. John’s blue eyes are locked with yours as he chuckles softly, ready to keep teasing you. Even if it’s kissing you all over your face. Except your mouth.

“Don’t you dare, I will turn us both and kiss you until i’m satisfied,” you threaten with a giggle, your fingers digging into his neck to pull him closer to you.

And he budges, your faces only inches away from one another’s.

“Let's find out if you manage to turn us both,” he laughs, closing the distance between your lips.

He’s right. There is more. So much more. You haven’t said it out loud before he just did. But you both knew, there was always something deep behind the facade of hate and madness. Love. Deep and true, and so damn beautiful.

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