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sinner-as-saint · 2 months ago

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Retired!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Sergeant Barnes has retired, and moved as far away as possible from the superhero life. He’s still in touch with some of his friends, but he never asks them to visit. Nor does he ever leave the quaint, warm small town he’s found himself in, or the spacious home he has, nestled between mountains and dense pine woods. Bucky lives a quiet life, away from danger, guns and bullets, aliens and wizards, and all the other noises. He likes it here. It’s calm, nice, and quiet. Nothing stresses him out, nothing bothers him. Nothing, except a certain neighbour of his. She torments him, in the best ways. And Bucky’s not sure how long he can resist her.

Themes: age gap (I mean he’s a century old), smut, mild primal play, FLUFF, mild degrading kink, angst, soft!bucky, mild praise kink, HEA

Keep walking. Keep walking. Keep walking.

He chanted in his head as he walked down the almost empty road, the sun was gonna set soon and most people were all inside their cosy homes, the elder ones at least. The young people hung out mostly in parking lots, or they drove up the mountains. So, not many people about. Which was one of the many reasons he decided to spend his retirement here. The roads were always empty at this time, and Bucky liked silent, long walks during sunset hours.

It calmed him down. That was it. No other reason. Of course he didn’t go on walks at this specific time just so he would run into you. Of course he didn’t choose this specific road for his daily walks only because this was where your little bookstore was situated. And of course he didn’t pick this exact time to go on his walks only because he knows this is also the time when you close up your store and walk home – completely unbeknownst to the fact that Bucky frequently followed you from a distance, making sure you got home safe.

Okay, it sounded a little stalker-ish. But he didn’t mean any harm. Plus he lived right next to you. Granted there was a little uphill walk from your house to his, but still. He was bound to take the same path anyway.

He didn’t even know when exactly this little infatuation stemmed out of nowhere. Perhaps it happened on the very first day, when he woke up in the morning and stepped out on his balcony to take in the breathtaking view of the foggy woods, the rich veridian pine trees, the dark mountains, the rain clouds, when he suddenly spotted a bright red spot moving along the edge of the woods not far from his home. Bucky squinted and a few moments later realised he was staring at a young woman, wearing a red coat, who was frolicking about, picking flowers.

Bucky couldn’t help but smile at the mundane task. It was peaceful to watch, so he kept watching until he noticed the woman was making her way back. He watched as she got closer and closer, until she stopped, looked up right at him, and waved.

Bucky waved back awkwardly, only then realising that the woman he’d been spying on was his next door neighbour. That was the first time Bucky saw you. And ever since, you’d been basically living in his head.

His little crush on you only got worse when, by the end of his first week since moving there, you showed up at his door and brought him a basket filled with all sorts of baked goods, muffins and cookies, which smelled divine. Bucky accepted the basket a little clumsily because he was nervous, and made small talk but really, he was freaking out because you were even more beautiful up close.

“I’m your neighbour!” You announced, smiling up at him. Again, wearing that lovely red coat. Your hood was down this time though.

Bucky nodded, smiling sheepishly, “Yeah, I saw you the other day.”

You turned and pointed at one area not far from Bucky’s property, “The edible flowers I love grow around there, and I usually pick them in the morning.”

Edible flowers. He didn’t care what you were doing there. Picking flowers or worshipping at the altar of some ancient deity. All he cared about was that you were here talking to him. “I see.”

“I use them in my baking, my customers love them!”

Well he was thankful that his lack of social and communication skills hadn’t scared you off just yet. But also, customers? “Customers?” He questioned.

“I own the only bookstore in this little town.” You said proudly. “Not many readers though, I’m afraid.” You chuckled, “So I bribe them with muffins, cookies, and tea.” You explained, “Stop by sometime, I’d love to show you around!”

Bookstore. Muffins. Cookies. Tea. Pretty girl. Retirement wasn’t so bad afterall. “I’ll… I’ll make sure to visit soon.”

He never did.

But he did watch you from a distance ever since that day. It was weird at first, but then it became part of his normal. Knowing what time you were up and about upon noticing the smoke that came out of the chimney of your home – which was a beautiful, old, rustic, wood and stone house. He’d heard from one of the kind old men at the pub that the house belonged to your grandma before she passed. She left it to you in the will.

Other older folks at the pub told him more about you. How you had no family members around. Some estranged siblings but they were out of the picture, and who knows where in the world. Your parents were not in the picture either. Some even said that your late grandmother had left you all her money, which was why your entire family envied you and shunned you out basically.

His heart broke a little when he heard that. Sweet girl like you deserved nothing less than a loving family. But you had friends. He often saw you out and about, at stores, at the diner or restaurants for brunch, at coffee shops, at the florist, always surrounded by a group of giggling women.

Other details he found out on his own the more he spied on you. Like how you had your own little walled garden in your seemingly endless backyard, growing your own vegetables and herbs.

He knew what time you left to go open up your store each morning because he would always hear you yell in a cheery voice, ‘Bye, House!’ whenever you stepped out of your metal gates.

He knew that you often left out food for wild bunnies to come eat in your backyard. He knew exactly on which days of the week you went into the woods to get those edible flowers. He knew what time you got home, he knew all your favourite songs because you would play them often in your kitchen and his super soldier hearing would pick it up easily.

He knew so much about you, yet so little. He wanted to know more, but he was always so nervous to step into your bookstore and talk to you. Or, on the rare occasions when he found himself at the grocery store at the same time as you, he’d get out of there so fast it was almost funny.

He was well above a hundred years old, stronger than the average male on this planet, and yet his cute neighbour made him weaker than anything ever had. There was a time, lifetimes ago, when flirting with a pretty girl came naturally to him. But now… he was a different man. So he decided he’d only watch you from a distance. And yearn. And pine. And long for your attention.

He thought he’d spend the rest of his days being tormented by the sound, the sight, and the mere thoughts of you. Always watching from far away, never being brave enough to reach out.

But things changed that one day you reached out.

Bucky was in his backyard, building himself a new shelf. He needed one for his kitchen. All those years, he’d survived in empty, temporary houses and apartments. But now, this was much more permanent and he wanted it to feel like home. So he needed things. Lots of things. Like furniture. But he hated shopping for them. So since he was surrounded by a seemingly endless forest, containing lots of wood he could use, he decided to make himself useful and build his own stuff.

So far he’d built himself a couple of chairs, a coffee table, two bedside tables, and now he found himself in need of a nice shelf for his kitchen. So there he was, being a lumberjack for the day, when he heard his doorbell ringing.

Bucky knew immediately who it must be.

You.

He dropped his axe, and tried to get all the sawdust off him while he marched towards his front door. His heart only skipping a beat or two as he opened his door and found you standing on the other side of it, looking as cheerful as ever.

“Hello, neighbour.” You greeted him. Not wearing your pretty red coat this time he noticed.

“Hey,” He said, sounding more stoic than he intended.

You quickly explained why you were at his doorstep so late in the evening. Behind you, the sun was setting and it was getting rather dark. “The heater in my living room isn’t working well. I was wondering if you could come check it out for me.”

Bucky wasted no time in saying, “Sure.”

Then he followed you to your house.

He had always admired your house’s exterior. The slate grey stone, the wooden accents, the large windows and their bright flowers in the window boxes. The low hedge that wrapped around your property, the wrought iron double gates, it was all so… out of a fairytale looking. Compared to his well hidden log home that blended so well with the environment that often you wouldn’t notice it.

But as much as he liked the exterior, the interior of your home blew his mind. It was so… home-y. He could smell some sort of freshly baked goods. And it was heavenly. Everything inside your home was vintage looking. Every furniture, every trinket, every painting and sculpture that looked like they cost a fortune.

Then he realised, this was your grandmother’s home. Of course everything in it was old. So he tried to find bits and pieces of you everywhere he looked. And he did. New books on the bookshelf near the entrance that looked like it was older than he was. New vinyls hanging on the wall amongst the old ones. Fresh flowers in old vases in your foyer. And there might be so much more but he couldn’t exactly be a creep and stare for too long. So he followed you as you led him to your living room.

He would have admired your living room a little longer, but then even he could feel how much colder this room was compared to the rest of the house. So he got to work immediately, kneeling by the heater. He knew how to fix it, it was easy enough with his metal hand. But he also didn’t wanna be too quick.

“So,” He cleared his throat while pretending to be busy with the old-fashioned heater, “Old man down the street told me you had no family in this town.”

Yeah, real smooth Bucky. He cursed himself.

“Yup!” You answered, like he asked you about the weather instead.

Bucky looked up and found you sitting on your couch, legs crossed, like a spoiled little thing while he knelt on your floor fixing your heater for you. He wanted to know more, so he asked, “And is that by choice or…?”

You sighed, then told Bucky the truth. “I am the youngest. My siblings and I never got along when we were kids. I spent years thinking surely something will change when we get older, but no.” It was a little sad talking about it, but nothing you couldn’t handle. “Then mom and dad separated and they each went their own way. Last I heard my father was onto his third wife, and my mother was backpacking around the world with some of her friends. All my siblings left home one by one. Then when I left for uni I made the decision to never go back to that empty house.”

Bucky stopped pretending to work on the heater. He’d fixed it, so now he sat next to it, back against the wall as he watched you. He wanted to gather you in his arms and never let you go.

“I would’ve figured something out.” You said, with a determined smile. “I always wanted to move to a small town, maybe even a coastal one. But then as I was finishing up my final year, I got a phone call one day. It was my grandma, and she was sick and needed assistance.” Another soft smile, this one sadder. “It felt like a sign. And it was the right thing to do. So I moved here. And lost contact with my family, there was complete radio silence even after grandma passed.”

Bucky looked away for a moment, the thought of you going through all that alone was heartbreaking. But you were so brave.

You continued, “So yeah, I’ve been on my own ever since. And I love this place, these people.” You looked right at him and added, “And handy neighbours who fix my heater.”

Bucky smiled. “All fixed.” He grunted as he got up from the floor.

“Thank you!”

You walked Bucky to the front door, then just as he was about to step outside you called out, “Oh Bucky, wait! I almost forgot.”

Bucky watched how you ran back inside, towards your kitchen and then ran back towards him with a little basket.

“Here,” You handed him the basket filled with sweet smelling stuff. “I baked them this morning.”

Bucky peeked and found a bunch of chocolate chip cookies. He looked back at you and found you smiling at him. He smiled back then rolled his eyes as he stepped out of your home, groaning, “Gonna make me fat with all your sweet stuff.”

You giggled, leaning against your doorframe as Bucky stepped down the steps of your porch. “You can always work out more. You know, chop more wood in the mornings, or run by the lake more.”

Bucky stopped on the last step and turned to face you. His heart beating a little faster as the realization sunk in. “You stalk me.” He sounded like he was teasing you.

You smirked, “Don’t you? You think I don't know you follow me home almost everyday?”

“Alright, fine.” Bucky rolled his eyes again. “But you stalk me too.”

“You’re loud when you chop wood in the morning. It wakes me up early.” You argued, eyeing him up and down, shamelessly. Gods, he was a handsome man. Even more so with that tight long sleeved shirt and dark jeans.

“I see.” He mumbled. “You like the early morning view?” He caught himself asking before he could think about it twice. What? He knew he looked good. He wanted to know if you appreciated the view.

You gave him another sly smirk as you answered, “Very much.”

He smiled at you. Then nodded and said, “Good night, neighbour. Thanks for the goodies.”

“Good night, Bucky.”

—

The next morning, you woke up to the sound of light rain hitting your bedroom window, and the muffled repeated sound of an axe hitting wood. You smiled before you even opened your eyes. Waking up to the sound of rain was always delightful. But the sound of someone chopping wood had recently become your new favourite.

Bucky.

You pulled back the covers and quickly walked over to your bedroom window. You peeled back the curtains and found Bucky in his backyard.

Shirtless.

You froze.

The sight of him there, wearing nothing but his usual jeans and boots, axe in his hands, the metal arm glistening almost as much as his damp, muscular chest. Fuck. He looked divine. His longish hair was damp as well, a few strands falling over his face, and the muscles in his arm and back flexing each time he brought the axe down.

You were mesmerised by the sight of him there, with the dark woods as background. The light rain falling over him. And the blue of his eyes staring right at you–

You gasped and quickly shut the curtains again when you realised he’d looked up and caught you staring at him. Your face felt hot as you hid behind the heavy curtains. Your heart raced a little faster and you felt like a little kid who got caught doing something you shouldn’t. Shit.

Oh well. Whatever. He knew you watched him.

So you peeled the curtains back again and found him smirking at you. He lifted his right hand, waving at you like any good neighbour would. You smiled and waved back, then forced yourself to look away from his gorgeous face and body, and get away from the window to get ready for your day ahead.

That image of him chopping wood in the rain didn’t leave your head the entire morning.

—

Bucky didn’t know what exactly made him do it. Maybe it was the interaction you two had had that morning. The heat in your eyes as you watched him, the way your lips parted just so slightly, and he was certain he could see how you were breathing heavily just looking at him.

He’d been smiling to himself all morning when he thought about that brief interaction. The way you hid when he caught you was… cute. But you went away so quickly. He wanted to see you again, he wanted more.

So perhaps that’s why he finally found himself walking into your cosy little bookstore. It was exactly what he was expecting it to be. Dark interior with dimmed lights. Spacious middle area with little reading nooks scattered all over the place. Dark, velvet couches and bright pillows. A tea and a coffee station right next to each other by the large window, and baskets filled with baked goods. Muffins and cookies. He could smell whatever fancy candles you must have burning somewhere.

“Bucky!”

He turned around and found you smiling at him, a tiny book in your hand. He smiled back, and decided you were the prettiest thing he’d ever seen in his long life. Dressed in a simple black dress and dark red cardigan, you looked… even more delicious than all the things you baked. He was thankful there was no one in the store to witness how he checked you out shamelessly.

“Hey,” He said, then looked around and commented, “Nice place.”

“Thanks,” You walked up to him.

Stopping right in front of him, close enough that he could smell your perfume and it was driving him insane. It was something citrus and feminine, reminding him of blood oranges, pomegranates, and delicate flowers. And it made him want to pull you closer. But he shoved his hands in the pockets of his leather jacket instead.

“It was my grandma’s.” You explained, and he listened with interest. “She left me quite… a lot in the will so I don't really have to worry about my livelihood. Which I’m very grateful for. And even though it’s not great business, I decided to keep running the store just to keep her memory alive.”

Bucky smiled again at how kind you truly were. “That’s nice of you.”

You gave him another pretty smile. “I have some loyal customers, they come to buy books every few weeks. But most of all, people like to come here just to read. Or hang out. So I always have warm drinks and sweet treats ready.” Then you turned to him and asked politely, “What brings you here? I didn’t quite picture you as a guy who reads.” You teased.

His voice was laced with sarcasm as he said, “And I didn't picture you as a woman who spies on her shirtless neighbours, but here you are.”

He could tell that caught you off guard. Maybe you’d thought he would never bring it up. But, Bucky decided, it was fun to tease you.

“I don’t know what you mean.” You replied, giving him that look he loved. The innocent one, with mischief hidden somewhere.

“Oh yeah?” He stepped closer to you, just a little bit. “Did you forget I saw you this morning? Making eyes at me?”

You scoffed, “Well, if you’re gonna put on a show…”

“And how’d you like it? The show?” He asked, stepping closer again. And you took a step back this time, and you two danced this dance until he almost had you cornered between two shelves.

You gasped dramatically, “Bucky barnes. Are you flirting with me?” Your back hit the shelf behind you. “Aren’t you, like, a hundred years old?”

Bucky laughed as pinned you to the bookshelf. His metal hand coming up to grab onto the wood, caging you between him and the shelf as he slowly slid his leg in between yours. “Yeah, I am. What about it? It didn’t stop you from spying on me.” He noted the way you spread your legs to make room for his. “I know you want me.” He said, pressing his leg up in between yours.

You gasped again. Then chuckled and said, “Don’t be inappropriate right in front of grandma’s portrait, you weirdo.” Then you gently hit him on the head with the tiny book you’d been holding.

Bucky frowned then looked around, searching for the portrait. And it was right behind him. A large portrait of an old woman in a gilded frame, staring down at the two of you sternly.

Sorry, grandma.

He grabbed you and easily pulled you away, pinning you to the next closest bookshelf he found. His leg sliding in between yours again. “Now that grandma’s not watching,” He said, making you laugh. Fuck. He’d do anything to keep you laughing and happy like that. “Wanna tell me where I can be inappropriate then? Want me to take you out?” He asked, then couldn’t resist leaning in to kiss your neck, discreetly inhaling your perfume like it was the only thing he’d ever wanted to do. Suddenly he wanted your scent everywhere. On his clothes. In his truck. On his bedsheets and pillows. “Is that what you’d like?” He asked, pulling away to look into your eyes. “A date? Where I spend the entire evening waiting and figuring out if you’d let me kiss you or not?”

“You won’t have to wait the entire evening.” You smirked at him. “I’d let you kiss me anytime.”

Fuck. His heart skipped a beat.

“Can I kiss you now?”

“Yes.” You leaned in, sliding your hands around his neck to pull him closer. Bucky’s brain stopped working for a second or two as you kissed him.

He melted into your kiss. His hands grabbed you at the waist to pull you closer as he deepened the kiss. Your hands slid into his hair and he held you tightly against him, pressed up against his firm body as his mouth moved perfectly against yours. His tongue slipped into your mouth, making you moan into the kiss as he slowly slipped his metal hand up your dress.

You gasped at his cold touch. His lips left yours momentarily to kiss along your jaw, and down your neck, nibbling on your skin and inhaling your addicting scent, making you sigh in pleasure as his hand found its way past your underwear.

“Can I touch you?” He mumbled into your ear, “Please say yes, baby. You’re killing me.”

You couldn’t help but giggle, then whispered, “Yeah, you can touch me.”

Bucky groaned as he moved your underwear aside and ran his knuckles along your wet slit, smearing your wetness around. He chuckled when he felt that you were just as wet and ready for him as he hoped you’d be.

“See? You do want me.”

You whined at the sound of his cocky voice. You couldn’t help but look down to see his hand moving gently against your body as he teased you, his metal hand sliding in and out from in between your legs, disappearing under your dress each time his fingers dove in to tease your clit. Fuck, just the sight of his hand sent pleasant shivers down your back. You also noticed the growing bulge in his pants. You bit your lip at the sight of it, then looked up at him. He was already staring at you. So you silently pleaded, begging for more.

Bucky wanted more too. He pushed his two metal fingers inside you with ease and felt your warm walls immediately welcoming him in. He held your stare as he curled his fingers inside of you, hitting all the right spots which made you weak in the knees. You bucked your hips against his hand, still staring into his eyes, and he chuckled. “Does that feel good, baby?”

You nodded, biting down on your lip to keep yourself from moaning. Because the store was empty, but anyone could walk in. They wouldn’t see you, but you didn’t want them to hear you either.

“Yeah? You want more?” Bucky asked, his fingers moving in and out of you perfectly. “Want me to taste you? Can I do that?” He mumbled and kissed down your neck, biting and licking your skin around your collar bones.

Meanwhile you lazily reached for him, palming him through his jeans and feeling his erection. You smirked to yourself as he grunted the moment you touched him. “All that for me?” You teased him.

Bucky couldn’t help but laugh into the crook of your neck. “Now who’s being inappropriate?”

You giggled, “You started this when–,”

The sound of the tiny bell above the entrance of your store ringing cut you off. You both froze then immediately pulled away from each other. You fixed your clothes quickly and gave Bucky a smirk before you went back to the front and greeted your customer.

Bucky couldn’t let himself be seen yet. Not until the raging hard on he had would calm down first. So he walked around, hiding behind bookshelves as he perused them. And once he was safe, he walked to the front and found you scanning some books before putting them in a bag for the customer – she was an old lady who lived near the lake. Bucky often saw her when he went for his frequent runs.

Bucky grabbed a random book and sat down at one of the many reading nooks. It hid him enough that he could stare at you leisurely, without being caught by Old Lake Lady. He could tell you felt his eyes on you, because you’d send quick glances his way even as you engaged in a conversation with the old lady about her cats and dogs.

Just minutes ago you were moaning in his ear with his fingers inside you, and here you were now, being nice and warm to a customer.

Bucky had to hide his smirk, at least until the lady was gone. Soon she’d wrapped up her stories, paid for her books, and left, leaving you two alone again. Bucky got up from the couch and approached you.

“Come over tonight,” He said. “I’ll make you dinner.”

He watched how you seemed surprised. Then rolled his eyes when you asked, “You can cook?”

He answered, proudly, “I’m over a hundred years old, you learn a thing or two when you’ve been alive that long.” A pause, then he added, “Plus recipe books help too.”

You laughed. “Okay, see you tonight then.”

“See you.”

Bucky left you with a wink.

—

When you got home that evening, you took over an hour to get ready for dinner. You caught yourself smiling a lot just thinking of Bucky and how he touched you earlier…

You sighed, impatient to see him again. But you didn’t want to seem too eager and show up at his house too early so you found something to keep you busy until it was a reasonable time to knock on his door. Plus, you wanted to bring him something nice so you ended up gathering flowers from your yard and made him a little bouquet.

It ended up being a pastel coloured bunch of flowers, pinks and lilacs with some white here and there. You decided it was cute enough for a first date. Was it even a date? Or was it just a casual dinner?

Before you could overthink yourself to death and find a way to get out of this, you grabbed a light cardigan and walked over to Bucky’s house.

Bucky answered after your very first knock. Almost too quickly.

You couldn’t help but tease him about it. “You were waiting by the door, weren’t you?”

“No.” He argued, “I’m just really quick to get the door. Don’t like to keep my guests waiting.”

“Sure,” You smirked as you walked into his home. Bucky shut the door behind you and turned to face you. “Here,” You handed him the bunch of flowers, “I picked them myself.”

You expected him to make some sassy comment, but he didn’t. “I’ve never been given flowers before.” He said, looking down at them. And you felt really proud. “Are they edible too?”

You laughed as you followed him further in. “No, they’re not. But they will bring some life and colour to your home.”

Bucky chuckled as he grabbed a vase and filled it with water to put the flowers in. “Are you saying my house looks lifeless and dark?”

“No,” You took a seat at the kitchen island table, and watched him as he placed the flower stems one by one into the vase. “I’m just saying it needs some colour. But I love the sombre and broody vibe you went for. It’s very… retired superhero-esque.”

And it was indeed. Dark floors, dark furniture. It was spacious and luxurious, with minimal furniture. You didn’t know if the minimalism was intentional or not. But either way, it suited Bucky. The large windows made up for the empty spaces. It allowed a lot of the outside in. Especially the rich, dark woods.

He gave you a playful glare before he grabbed two wine glasses and asked you, “You like red or white?”

“Red, please.”

He handed you a glass of red, clinked your glasses together then went back to the stove. “You’re welcome to snoop if you want.” He said, then heard you get off the stool at the island table and heard your footsteps walking around.

Bucky’s house was much closer to the woods than yours, and sometimes it felt like his house – much like him – preferred to blend in with the surroundings rather than stand out.

The kitchen was your favourite part so far. It was like a glass prism. No walls, but the woods hid it well from the other neighbours. And right now, as the sun set and the sky turned pinkish orange, it flooded the entire kitchen with those same colours.

Bucky let you snoop, and turned to the stove where he was concocting something that smelt divine. He glanced at you now and then, and noted the way you took in his home. The ground floor had an open concept look. So you could see the living room, the foyer, the large staircase – which led to the upper level where all the bedrooms and bathrooms were, the small conservatory, all could be seen from the kitchen.

He was rather proud of his home. But you weren’t saying anything yet. Did you not like it? Bucky wondered silently as he flipped the veggies he’d been grilling. “You like it?” He couldn’t help but ask.

“I do!”

Bucky looked up and found you in the middle of his dimly lit living room. You did a slow, mindless twirl as you took in all the random art he had mounted on his walls. Bucky was mesmerised. You, there, in that pretty dress – it messed with his head in the best way.

“What made you move here?”

Your question caught him off guard. He knew why he moved here, but he didn’t know if he could put it into words in a coherent way. But he did his best. Dinner was done, so he spoke as he plated everything.

“I had been thinking about retiring for years now.” He sighed. “I didn't wanna lose myself. Again. Or have to watch my friends die. Again.” He let out a sad chuckle. “You'd think I would be immune to losing people by now. But it hurts the same every time. Plus going on a mission and not knowing if everyone would make it back… It messes with your head.” He said. “So I decided to leave. I was worried it would make me seem like a coward. But then I realised, I shouldn’t care.”

He heard you coming back into the kitchen.

“Plus, it's hard to blend in when you’re me, you know?” He could see you in his periphery, getting closer to where he was. “After years of being who I was, and doing what I did, there’s not many places where I could go that would feel normal.”

Without saying a word, Bucky watched how you placed your glass down and came over to help him plate everything onto two dinner plates. He gave you a faint smile then continued, while the two of you moved around his kitchen gracefully. As if this was a daily thing.

“Then one day I decided to leave that life. But I still didn’t have a place to call home so I drove around, traveled and tried to find somewhere that was calm, and welcoming. Somewhere I could just be me, and not… what I was.” He paused, remembering the day he first came to this town. “I happened to be driving through here one day, and the weather got really bad. The rain was horrendous and the people I met at the pub told me it was dangerous to continue driving in a weather like that.” He chuckled at the memory, “And I told them, I’ve been out on missions in worse weather. Rain or sleet was nothing, I’ve been out during hurricanes and snowstorms.”

Your heart hurt for a moment, thinking about Bucky having to brave all sorts of storms.

Bucky continued, “Then, one of the old guys at the pub grabbed me by the shoulders and said ‘Well, you don’t have to be out in storms anymore’ and he offered me a place to stay for the night. And when I woke up the next day, I realised that no one cared about who I was or what I had done in the past. They were just kind and welcoming to me like I was a regular guy.” He looked up at you, smiled and said, “So I bought the land and the house here and stayed.”

You smiled back at him. “And that’s why you’re friends with all the old guys at the pub.”

“Yeah,” He added, smiling, “Although I am older than all of them.”

You laughed, and watched him as he placed the plates down. Once his hands were free, you grabbed one of them and squeezed it tight in your grip until he looked at you. His hand was warm in yours. And you decided that you liked holding his hand. You wanted to do it more often.

“You did the right thing by choosing your peace, Bucky.” You said, looking into his pretty eyes. “It's not selfish nor cowardly to want to keep yourself safe. To put yourself first. You helped save this world so many times. You deserve this break. I hope you know that.”

Bucky smiled and brought your intertwined hands up to his lips. Kissing your knuckles, he whispered, “Thank you.”

He looked so sincere and adorable, you almost pulled him in for a kiss right there and then. But instead you calmed yourself down and admired the beautiful man in front of you. His longish hair was nice and dry this time, and looked like he’d run his fingers through it many times. And he was wearing a white button up shirt too, something you just now noticed, with the sleeves rolled up till his elbows. The metal arm glistened in the golden light of the sunset.

Gods, he was beautiful. Who could ever be mean to this man?

To bring you both back to that playful mood you said, “Well, neighbour. I was promised dinner. And I’m kinda hungry.”

Bucky laughed and gently let go of your hand. He asked you if you wanted to dine in the conservatory, but you said the island table in the kitchen was fine. Plus, the view of the sky, the woods, and the mountains all at once was to die for.

“I think I’m in love with your house.” You said at some point during dinner, holding back moans because Bucky’s cooking was amazing.

He gave you a playful look as he sipped on his wine and replied, “Come visit anytime.”

“Maybe I will.”

“Maybe you should.”

You teased, “You just want me to bring you muffins and cookies, don’t you?”

Bucky laughed and said, “I’m having to work out twice as much ever since you started feeding me those sugary stuff. Gotta stay fit if I want you to keep looking at me like that.”

Your face felt hot when he said that. Okay, so maybe you were not being subtle when looking at him. Oh, god forbid a girl checks out her hot neighbour. You quickly changed the topic after that, not wanting him to know just how much his words and deep voice was affecting you.

You two talked about life in the small town, about the places you’d travelled to before moving here, Bucky made you laugh with his ridiculous stories about how people tend to come knocking on his door whenever they need help with moving stuff. Or how people in the neighbourhood just assumed he liked chopping wood so much they just pulled up in their own trucks to pick up some or they called him and asked him to deliver logs to their houses.

“Thankfully I have the truck,” He said, chuckling, “Otherwise I think I’d be seen carrying logs around on my shoulders for delivery.”

You giggled at the thought of him doing that. Then you realised, “I didn’t know you had a truck. I guess I’ve only ever seen you out on walks.”

He nodded, refilling your wine glass. “Yeah I don’t use it a lot though, I just drive up the mountains sometimes when I want to be alone. Plus the view from up there is insane.” Then he paused, thinking, and said, “I’ll take you up there, on a drive someday. If you want.”

“I’d love that.” You said, smiling from behind your wine glass.

–

After dinner you offered to help clean up, but Bucky politely refused. “Carry on snooping,” He said, “I’ll just load the dishwasher and come join you.” He refilled your wine glass one more time and sent you off.

You didn’t put up a fight, you wanted to see more of his home. So a short walk later, you found yourself in the large, circular conservatory. There were some couches about, a small dining table for four, and some plants and rugs. It was so cosy, it reminded you of your store. Minus the colours, because everything in here was dark green, or grey, or dark brown. But you didn’t mind it.

You admired Bucky’s backyard, which blended into the woods. You saw the chopping block where he chopped wood almost every morning. And you could see your house from here, part of it at least. Especially your bedroom window.

“That’s a pretty dress. I’m sorry I didn't say it earlier.” Bucky said as he walked into the conservatory as well, his own wine glass in hand.

And you were certain it wasn't just the wine that made your blood rush. You gave him a little twirl which made him chuckle. “Thanks,” You said, facing him once again. “I wore it just for you.” It was true. You had chosen the dark blue dress only because the moment you saw it in your closet, it reminded you of Bucky’s eyes.

“Yeah?” He held your stare as he made his way over to you, placing his glass down on the small dining table on the way. He stopped right in front of you, letting his eyes roam all over you before he said, “Will you take it off for me as well?”

The wine gave you manic confidence, so you grabbed him by the waist and pulled him into you. “Is that what you want?”

Bucky’s eyes were intense as he stared at you. You finished your wine and set your glass down.

“I do.” Bucky said.

You spoke in a cocky tone, “Then why do I have to do all the work?”

He chuckled, “Come here then.” He pinned you to the nearest surface, the cold glass door of the conservatory which led to the backyard. He knew it was locked so he didn’t have to worry. “Let’s finish what we started earlier, yeah?”

He leaned closer, chest pressing against yours leaving no space in between. He waited for a moment, silently asking if this was okay. And upon seeing you wanted this as much as he did, Bucky leaned in for a kiss. A proper one, a hungry one.

His rough facial hair scratched your skin, his teeth nibbled and bit your lips. His hands roaming all over your body before he slid the straps of your dress down your arms, letting your dress bunch around your waist. Your dress didn’t require a bra so you were half naked in front of him in no time.

He kissed you ravenously, pulling you closer. Pouring everything he felt into the kiss. Desire, warmth, longing, lust. He couldn’t get enough.

“Bucky…” You gasped against his lips, you couldn’t wait any longer, “I want you.” Breathing fast, you tried to pull him closer, but this time he wouldn’t budge.

“Turn around,” He mumbled softly, pulling away a little to give you room to turn. He’d thought he would take his time and maybe get up to his bedroom and make sweet love to you. But fuck, the sight of you in that pretty dress was driving him insane. Again. He couldn’t wait.

You turned, facing the glass door and waited. The sky above was yet to turn black completely. It was that pretty dark blue colour. And the stars were starting to show. And everything was perfect. You brought your hands up to your chest, not wanting to press your bare body to the cold glass.

But Bucky didn’t like that. He pressed against your back. Your bare skin against the cool fabric of his shirt. He grabbed your wrists in his metal hand and pinned them above your head, stretching your torso in a way that had you whining already, and he had barely touched you yet. He whispered into your ear, “Keep them there for me.” So gently, his deep voice made you tremble.

You nodded, then he shoved his warm hand in between your legs and touched you where you desperately wanted him to. Where you needed him since earlier today. You whined and trembled, your bare chest pressing against the cool glass when he slid a finger in, fucking you with it while he whispered into your ear, “You’re so wet for me. Have you been like that all throughout dinner? Hmm?” He cooed. “While you sat across from me, looking all sweet and nice, were you just dripping for me all along?”

Fuck. Who knew he had such a foul mouth?

“Bucky,” You whimpered, “Please.”

He chuckled, his finger moving in and out of you in a way that made you move your hips, demanding more but he wouldn’t give it to you yet. “Aww, baby. Poor you.” His deep voice made his chest rumble against your back. “I should punish you for not telling me about this little situation earlier.”

Your dress was hanging on to your body around your waist, Being half naked while he was still fully dressed made this even dirtier. You were moaning by now, thanking all the gods that Bucky didn’t have any other neighbours.

“Tell me.” He demanded, sliding another finger inside you and making your body squirm and grind against him. “How long have you been this wet, baby?”

“Oh damn you.” You were embarrassingly wet at this point, and the sounds your body made as he finger-fucked you were lewd. But you couldn’t get enough. “Ever since we were interrupted at the store earlier today.”

His lips brushed against the back of your neck as he spoke. “You’ve been thinking about me all day then? Huh? Have you been thinking about what could’ve happened if we weren’t interrupted earlier? About how I would’ve fucked you nice and hard against that bookshelf? Hmm?”

“Yes…” You whimpered as he kept fucking you with his fingers even as you came, trembling against him. His fingers slid in and out of you with ease now. “I thought about you, about us, all day.” You whispered quietly, your warm breath fogging up the cold glass in front of you.

He didn’t care that you came already. He wanted more. So he reached deeper inside you, curling his fingers just enough to make you mutter incoherent things.

“And what did you do? Did you touch yourself after I left? Or did you rush home and take care of it?” He asked, “Or did you wait till now?”

“Please…” You begged. “I waited, I promise.”

“Oh?” He chuckled, slowing down his movements purposely. “You waited, huh?” He playfully bit on your exposed shoulder.

“Yes…” You whined. “I did. Cause I wanted you to touch me and make me feel good. Please, Bucky, make it feel good.”

“Oh baby,” He whispered, kissing around your ear, along your jaw. “I’ve got you.

Bucky pulled away for a brief moment. You couldn’t see him, but you could hear him undoing his trousers. And moments later, he was rubbing the tip of his cock against your wet folds. You shivered in pleasure.

“Yes…” You panted.

“I’m gonna make it feel good, okay?” He mumbled into your ear as he pushed his cock into you, making you cry out loud as he stretched you out.

It had been a while since you got laid. So Bucky felt huge inside you. You moaned as his fingers found your clit again, rubbing it in sync with his thrusts. His metal hand left your wrists and came down to grab you by the waist, holding you against him as he sped up into you, fucking you just like how you hoped he would. Fast. Deep. Hungrily.

He dipped his head into the crook of your neck and licked, and bit on your skin as he fucked into you relentlessly, earning more and more moans out of you each time his cock stroked your walls. “You feel so fucking good, you know that? My pretty girl…”

You moaned quietly, shamelessly, your body slamming into the glass with each one of his thrusts, and fuck if it didn’t turn you on more.

“Tight little thing, aren’t you? Gripping me like you’re never gonna let go,” He chuckled in that cocky way you loved. “I’m right here, baby. I’ve got you now.” He moaned against your ear and the sound sent shivers down your back. “Whenever you want me to make you feel good, I’ll do it. You hear me? I’ll take care of you, don’t you worry.”

You nodded, your legs starting to shake as he quickened his pace, pounding into you mercilessly. His fingers still teasing your clit and making you lose your mind.

“Bucky–,” You choked on your words as you came undone, walls clenching around him, and a loud moan erupting from your mouth as he made you come hard. It was almost blinding.

His thrusts became irregular as he came right after you did, cock throbbing against your pulsating walls, moaning out loud when he felt your walls pulsating violently around him. “Fuck, baby,” He came while biting down on your shoulder.

You leaned against the glass door, limp and satiated. You had to blink a couple times to come back from that high. The glass was completely fogged up in front of your face as you pulled away to breathe deeply.

Bucky held you gently. Wrapping his arms around you, his cock still inside you, throbbing. “You okay?”

You giggled, leaning your head back to rest against his shoulder. “I’m okay.” You replied. “You?”

“Yeah. Perfect.” A pause, then he said. “I gotta buy some condoms if we’re gonna do this often. I wasn’t exactly planning on–,” He hesitated. “You know…”

You giggled again. “Yeah I know. Me neither.”

Then you both laughed and Bucky helped you clean up as best he could before he walked you back to your house. You kissed him goodnight, and he said he hoped to see you soon. You exchanged numbers and then pulled him in for another kiss before he left.

—

The following day Bucky dropped by the store and saw that it was packed. Of course, you’d told him over text that Fridays tend to get a little busy. Teens come over to get homework done after school. Some people came to get books for the weekend. Others just came to talk to you and ask about your week. The younger kids dropped by after school for snacks because they knew they’d miss it given you didn’t open during weekends.

So Bucky only had a minute or two to say hi and give you a gentle kiss on the cheek.

“Can I see you tonight? If you don’t have plans?” He asked.

You seemed sad when you replied, “I’m pet-sitting for someone tonight. And I’m going over to a friend's house for dinner on Saturday night. Can we meet on Sunday?”

He grumpily agreed. Because what did you mean he had to wait for two nights to see you again?

He tossed and turned in bed, unable to sleep on Friday night. So he ended up texting you:

Saturday night was no different. He couldn’t sleep. But he didn’t want to text you again and seem desperate. Even though he was very much desperate. And he was pleasantly surprised when he received a text from you:

Needless to say, when you showed up at his house in the morning, all other plans went out the window because after breakfast, the two of you spent almost the whole day in Bucky’s bedroom.

—

And so, weeks passed.

You and Bucky got more and more involved in each other’s lives. Taking turns sleeping over at each other’s house. You weren’t putting a label on it. Yet. But it was solid, whatever you two had. And it was comforting and warm. Knowing you had someone else to rely on, a shoulder to lean on after a long day, knowing you could just walk over to the house next door whenever you wanted company was nice.

Bucky came over to yours a lot. Randomly. Sometimes he’d come over and help you with your garden, or keep you company as you fed the birds and the wild rabbits, or helped you whenever you made dinner for the two of you. It was… peaceful, the budding romance.

You began joining Bucky on his daily evening walks. Usually, he’d come by your store at around closing time, and he’d wait till you closed and locked the place, then you would both take the long way home. People in the neighbourhood began noticing, and when the older ladies would visit your store they’d tease you about it, singing all sorts of praises about how much of a good guy Bucky was, and how helpful.

Bucky mentioned that the old guys at the pub would tease him about it too. Telling him how lucky he was that he found such a sweet, kind, and pretty girl.

“I am, you know?” He said to you one night, over the phone.

“What?” You asked, holding the phone between your shoulder and your ear as you were tidying up your study room, finally deciding to put it to use. You wanted to turn it into your at home library. Make it nice and cosy like those reading nooks you’d set up at the store.

“Lucky,” He answered. “To have you.”

His reply made you pause in the middle of your slightly messy study room.

Bucky continued, “When I decided to leave everything and move here, I knew the people around here were friendly and kind. But I had given up all hope I had of finding, you know, my person.”

You smiled to yourself, feeling a little sad thinking about Bucky and how he thought he’d have to spend the rest of his days all alone here. You wanted to tell him you felt the same. You wanted to tell him that you’d given up on dating as well, after uni. You liked the people in this town, and you’d been on a few dates since you moved here. But you were always so busy taking care of your grandmother that you could never quite commit. And then after she passed you were not emotionally stable, especially given your family didn’t even reach out to ask you how you were doing and how you were dealing with everything. So you kind of just… gave up as well.

And then you met Bucky.

“And then I met you.” His voice was steady, firm as he repeated your thoughts.

“Oh Buck,” You sighed. “Why don’t you come over? You’ve got me all emotional now.”

Bucky chuckled. “You just want me to come over so we can fuck, don’t you?”

You laughed. “No,” You argued, “I actually need you for something.” You said, looking around trying to find something, an excuse to use to you can get him to come over. You didn’t know what it was, but the vulnerability in his tone made you want to wrap your arms around him and keep him safe from the rest of the world. And now, you just needed to see him. Plus, you didn’t want him to be alone. Not after what he just told you. Besides, you had to tell him you felt the same and you didn’t wanna do that over the phone. “I have a huge bookshelf I need to move. Can you come help?” You lied. The bookshelf was perfect where it was.

Bucky let out a dramatic sigh, “Fine. I knew it, you just want me around because I’m handy.”

You laughed as you hung up the phone.

Less than a minute later, Bucky was up in your study, lugging around your bookshelf as you instructed him where to place it. And after a few more minutes of deciding, you settled on having the bookshelf exactly where it initially was.

Bucky gave you a confused look that had you giggling as he placed the shelf back down to where it was. “Well this was a waste of time.” He mumbled.

“Maybe,” You teased, sitting down on the edge of the nearby desk. “Or maybe I just wanted to see you flexing those muscles.” You were only partially lying. Because he did look good in that extra tight black t-shirt. His silver chain caught the light the same way his metal arm did. “Come here.” You extended out your arms for him to walk into.

And he did, sighing dramatically and mumbling something about how he was right about you only wanting him for his incredibly amazing body. But he did walk into your arms. And smiled down at you as you wrapped your arms around him.

“You know, I didn’t ask you to come here for the bookshelf.”

He smirked, “I know.” A pause, then he said, “Did what I said earlier scare you? Did you call me here to dump me?” He asked, raising his eyebrow and glaring at you in that playful manner of his.

You laughed. “I could never dump you.” You leaned forward and pressed your forehead to his chest, inhaling his masculine scent and said, “I wanted to tell you that I had given up as well. But, things have changed ever since I met you too.” You finally looked up and met his eyes. Bucky’s ocean blue ones were focused on you as you finally confessed, “And I really like you, Bucky.”

His face softened as he looked down at you. Then he lowered his face, placing his palms on the surface of the desk till he was face to face with you. And he said, “I really like you too.” He leaned in for a sweet, deep kiss.

You slid your fingers into his hair and he smiled into the kiss when he felt you tugging on his hair. He grabbed you by the thighs and pulled you closer as he stepped in between your legs.

Bucky pulled away just a little, keeping his lips pressed against the side of your mouth as he said, “But you know, as much as I like you, I can’t be going around doing manual labour for free.” His hands massaged your thighs in a way that had you whimpering for him already. “So, what will you give me?”

You smiled, running your hands all over his muscular shoulders and chest. “I made fresh cookies this morning.”

He chuckled. “Not enough.” He pulled away to look at you, “Nowhere near enough.”

“Well,” You held his stare and asked, “What do you want then?” You gently reached down, wrapped your fingers around his wrist and guided it in between your legs. “You want that?”

“Yeah.” Bucky immediately cupped your clothed core. Possessively.

“You can have that.” You said, breathlessly.

He groaned. “You’re gonna be the death of me, baby.” He shook his head, “Take all that off then, let me see what you’re offering.”

You smirked, holding his stare as you lifted your dress up and removed your underwear before sitting on the edge of the desk again, spreading your legs so he could just look at you down there.

Bucky placed his hands on your thighs again, spread them further apart, and took his time inspecting your wet folds. He mindlessly dragged a metal finger up and down your slit, making you shiver and moan as he touched you but barely.

His eyes trailed up to your tits, and his other hand reached up to pinch a clothed nipple, making you yelp. “Ow!” You frowned at him.

“What?” He chuckled, “You’re all mine. I’m allowed to play with you.”

“That hurt.”

He smirked. “I know it did.” He held your stare as he got down on his knees so his mouth was mere inches away from your clit. “Now, keep your legs spread for me. Just like this. Open for me. Okay?”

You nodded, looking down in between your legs as he leaned in and pressed his mouth shamelessly to your wetness.

His tongue, his lips, the gentle suction of his warm mouth – it was all too much, too good. He moved his head side to side, his coarse stubble brushing against your soft inner thighs. You whined and trembled, trying to keep your voice down as he made you lose your mind by eating you out like a starved man.

“All mine, yeah?” He whispered, looking up at you with his mouth just barely hovering above your clit. “My girl.” He smiled, then got back to it, the lower half of his face was completely submerged in your wet cunt.

Your fingers slid into his hair again, gently guiding him as he made it feel so good it almost hurt.

You came with a yelp and a moan, riding his face and tugging on his hair.

Bucky smiled as he pulled away and stood back up. “You taste so good, baby. Thank you.”

You couldn’t take your eyes off his damp lips. “I should be thanking you.” You said quietly.

“No,” He argued, licking his lips then added, “That was selfishly all for me.”

You chuckled, then pulled him in for a kiss.

How did you get so lucky?

—

Eventually, Bucky ended up taking you up the mountains in his truck. His large, all black Ford Raptor was nice and clean, it smelled like new leather and it was comfortable too.

While driving up, Bucky kept his hand on your thigh, and you couldn’t help but feel giddy each time you looked down to see him mindlessly caressing your thigh. Then you’d look up and find him driving with just one hand, and that simple act was so hot for no reason.

Easy, tiger.

You managed to keep your hands to yourself the entire drive up.

Bucky came to a stop at a well-known spot. People often drove here to look at the view. And it was so worth it. You could see everything from here. The woods, the lake, the houses and the lights coming on in the streets given that the sun was starting to set now. You could spot your house and Bucky’s as well.

The woods up here were extra dense so it was darker than everywhere else, and the sky was quickly changing colours. From pink to orange, to a darker blue right before your eyes. But none of it compared to the man beside you who was rambling about how nice it was that you baked muffins especially for this little date.

“I’m dying to have some of–,”

You cut him off by grabbing his face and kissing him. Bucky was surprised but quickly went along, kissing you back with almost just as much hunger. “Make some room for me.” You mumbled in between kisses. “I hope you have condoms in your truck. Please say you do.”

Bucky understood immediately, and pushed his seat back just enough to allow you to move from the passenger side to his lap, straddling him. He smiled into the kiss as he slowly trailed his hands downwards till they rested at the curve of your butt. “I did bring some.”

“Perfect.” You could feel his warmth on your skin even through the material of the skirt you’d chosen to wear for this date, and it made your heart race even more. “I need you so badly. Can I have you? Please?” You asked, placing your forehead against his.

Bucky pulled you even closer, kissing down your chin as he said, “You can have whatever you want, baby.”

You sighed in bliss as he kissed down your neck, playfully biting and nibbling on your skin.

Bucky pulled away to look at you, “By the way, you’re not subtle. I saw you squirming in your seat the whole way here.” He whispered in that cocky tone of his, one of his hands slipping under your shirt, gently caressing your skin. “You know when you want me you can just ask, right? You don’t have to wait. I will pull over for a quickie anytime.”

You chuckled, nuzzling his cheek as you said, “I don’t wanna seem like all I think about when I’m with you is how good you fuck me.”

“Fuck.” He groaned, gripping your thighs tighter. “Who knew such a sweet girl had such a filthy mouth, huh?”

You leaned in to kiss him again, and both of his hands found their way under your shirt, pulling at the hem. You giggled into the kiss before pulling away to get rid of your top. You threw it somewhere in the backseat before leaning in to kiss Bucky again. Your hands slid into his hair, his hands inched up your back to undo the clasp of your bra. You quickly got rid of that as well, baring your breasts to him.

He wasted no time before leaning in and taking one of your nipples into his warm mouth. He moaned, mouth wrapped around one of your tits as he sucked gently. Your back arched, giggling and gasping as he teased you. You found your hips moving against his, grinding against him.

You gasped as he sucked hungrily on your skin, moving up to your collar bones, down to your breasts and back up. Bucky chuckled when you tugged on his hair, getting more and more impatient and needy. Oh, he loved you in moods like these.

“Stop fucking teasing me.” You whispered, grounding your hips against his jeans.

He smirked, looking down to where your skirt had inched up your legs, revealing your thighs even more, “Yeah? Well, you’re my girl. I’ll do whatever I want with you.” He leaned in for a proper kiss. “To you. I’ll tease you for hours if I want to.”

You playfully bit his lip, making him hiss in pain before he chuckled against your mouth. “Stop wasting time please, I want to fuck you.”

He laughed, pushing his face against your bare chest and kissing the soft skin between your breasts. “You’ve turned into a little monster, you know that?

You let out a little laugh, “Oh shut up. You made me like this.”

Bucky raised his eyebrows at you, smirking like the cocky little shit he was. “I know.”

You grabbed him by the chin and said, “No more teasing.”

“Yes, ma’am.” He smiled, leaning in to kiss your neck again. “You smell so fucking good. I could just eat you up.” He whispered against your skin as his hands slipped under your skirt, his thumbs caressing your inner thighs – making you gasp and whimper quietly as his fingers teased you in between your legs through your underwear. “Too bad we don’t have enough room for me to taste you right now. Later though, okay? When we get home.”

“Bucky…” You whined as he leaned down to suck on your tits again, more greedy than earlier as he toyed with your wet folds and clit at the same time

Your impatient hands were at the zipper of his pants in no time.

He finally looked up and gave you a lazy smile, eyes hooded with lust. “Go on, baby. Take it out, it’s all yours.” His voice was suddenly deeper than earlier. Bucky reached for the condom and handed it to you. He fucking loved how you tore it open and put it on him each time. “Good job, baby.” He said, once you were done.

His voice made you shiver. And only then did you realise that there was a light drizzle outside, which made the air even colder, making you crave his body heat even more. Making this even hotter.

You lifted off of his lap at the same time as you both lowered his pants and underwear to free his erected cock. Bucky groaned impatiently as he grabbed your hips, pulled your thin underwear to the side and aligned his cock to your entrance before gently lowering you down on him.

You moaned as you slid down his thick cock, his stare burning on your face as he thrust up into you, all the way in. “Fuck,” He swore, then leaned in to give you a wet, messy kiss. “You okay, baby? You need a moment?”

You shook your head, no you didn’t need a moment. What you needed was more of him. “Just… move, please, you feel so good.” You whispered, kissing down his rough cheek as he obeyed, and moved, knowing exactly how you liked it.

You whined as he grabbed your hips and guided you up and down his cock, stretching you out in the process. You held onto his shoulders as you rode his cock, bouncing on it while you moaned for him, bending a little forward so as to not hit the roof of the truck too hard.

“Fuck…,” You felt him fill you up nicely each time, the pressure in between your legs getting hotter and hotter. “You feel so fucking good.”

Bucky threw his head back against the headrest, watching you with lust-drunk eyes. He let out a strained moan, as he thrust into you over and over again, while also bringing you down on his cock each time with enough force to make your tits bounce. “You’re fucking beautiful. Can’t believe you’re all mine.”

“All yours.” You said, unable to hold back your moans when he placed his thumb over your clit and rubbed it gently, in time with his thrusts. You forced yourself to look into his eyes, and the feral look in them only made you clench harder around him.

You bit your lower lip as he thrust his hips up harder into you, your eyes rolled back and you moaned out his name as you came so close to coming undone for him. “Bucky…”

“You’re gonna come for me?” He asked, “You’re gonna come all over my cock, huh?”

You answered after a loud whimper, “Yes… please, can I come?”

He cupped your cheek and traced your mouth with his thumb, “Go on, baby. Come all over my cock. Come for me…” Your walls clenched violently around his cock. You came hard, whimpering and crying for him and gasping for breath.

Bucky came right after you, his warm load spilling in the condom as he wrapped his arms around you and held you like you were the most precious thing in the world. Like he hadn’t just fucked you like an animal.

You caught your breath, wrapped in Bucky’s arms. Your head rested on his shoulder as you tried to calm your racing heart. “You’re right,” You said, while catching your breath, “This feels like a real date.”

He laughed and kissed you on the forehead.

And there you stayed, in his arms as you two watched the sun set and watched how the town lit up.

—

More time passed. Bucky officially asked you to be his girlfriend by showing up at the store early one morning, after you two had spent the weekend apart yet again. And he came with flowers, a look on his face which stated that he hadn’t slept well.

“Oh Buck…” You pulled him into your arms the moment you saw those sleepy, tired eyes. “What happened to you?”

He mumbled, his voice low and tired as well. “Can’t sleep when you’re not there.”

“Aww, baby.” You kissed his gorgeous face, then noticed the flowers in his hand. “For me?”

He nodded, handing them to you. “Please let me be your boyfriend. I can’t do this no label thing anymore. I won’t tie you down or anything, but I…” He struggled to find the right words, “I just wanna be able to sleep knowing you’ll come back to me again each time you leave, or spend the weekend away.”

You felt like tearing up and laughing at the same time. So you accepted the flowers and kissed him instead. “I’ll always come back to you.” You promised. “And yes, you can be my boyfriend.” You kissed him again. “It’s a good thing I’m not close to my parents anymore. How would I explain having a century-old boyfriend?”

He didn’t find that funny, so he chased you around the store until he finally cornered you against one of the shelves – well away from your grandma’s portrait – and kissed you until you were breathless.

—

One evening, Bucky got a call. It was you.

So he answered with a smile. “Hi baby. What is it this time?” He teased. “You need me to move another piece of furniture? Or are you calling again to ask if you can come watch me run shirtless around the lake? If so, I’m sorry to disappoint you but I’m not planning on going for a run today.”

He frowned when all he heard was silence on your side. Silence, and a shaky breath.

“Baby?”

“Uh, Buck?” That shaky, scared tone of your voice wiped the smile right off his face.

“What is it?” He asked, already panicking and looking for the keys of his truck, in case he needed to come get you from somewhere. You had told him you’d be out running errands earlier. “Where are you? What is it? Are you okay?”

His heart raced thinking about all the times he’d hear silence on the comms when he was out on missions. The silence was like all those terrible memories come back, flooding his brain again. And he couldn’t help but imagine the worst possible scenarios.

His voice was close to cracking as he asked, in a panicked tone, “Baby, please tell me you’re okay.”

He heard a sniffle, and his heart almost dropped. You were not okay. His blood rushed, his heart beat faster than normal.

“Bucky,” Your voice sounded broken, “This is so stupid,” You sounded disappointed in yourself. “I, um, I came deeper into the woods to get those purple edible flowers but um, I think I’m lost?”

His heart sank. His blood froze. Fuck.

Another sniffle. Your voice cracked as you spoke, “I’ve been walking around in circles and I can’t…” Another shaky exhale, “I can’t get out. It’s been hours. It’s starting to get really dark, Bucky. Please–,” The call ended abruptly.

When he tried calling you back, he couldn’t reach you. Something to do with network issues.

Bucky felt like his world was crumbling down all over again. Like he was gonna lose another person dear to him. For a moment, he remained frozen in the middle of his house. His mind taking him back to those brutal days of missions and death and darkness he thought he’d walked away from.

No, no, no.

This wasn’t a mission. He reminded himself. He would get you back, he would get you back safe and sound.

“Just please be okay, baby. Please.” He whispered under his breath as he took off running, through his backyard and into the woods. He ran in the direction of where he knew you had the habit of plucking those flowers. He didn’t care that it was starting to drizzle and all he was wearing was a t-shirt.

It was starting to get dark, and he only had a few hours to get to you before it got completely dark out. Fuck, he didn’t even bring a light with him.

“I’m coming, baby.” He mumbled under his breath as he ran deeper into the woods. “Don’t you worry.”

He called out your name multiple times while he ran, stopping every few minutes to listen if you answered his calls. Or if he could hear anything at all.

Come on, baby. Where are you? Where are you? Where are you?

At one point, he was deep enough that when he stopped to listen, he could hear animals howling, and owls screeching.

Fuck. This is a fucking horror movie.

He couldn’t help but think about all those times he ran through woods to find and help his friends and teammates, worried sick during the search and not knowing what state he’d find them in.

Please, baby. Please, be okay. I can’t lose you. I can’t lose you. I can’t lose you. Not like this. Not now. I want more time. Please, please, please.

He called out your name again. And again. Louder each time, his throat burning.

Finally, he stopped near a stream just to recalibrate. His panicked brain only showed him disturbing images of you hurt, or attacked by an animal, or worse–

Then he saw it. A single purple flower floating down the stream. Followed by a lot more. It was the only thing keeping him sane at the moment. He frowned, wondering if he was seeing things or if it was truly those damned flowers you liked to pluck for your baking.

He reached for one and grabbed it, clutching it in his hand he took a deep breath. Okay, if he followed the stream maybe he’d get to where you are, he reasoned. So that’s what he did. He ran up the stream, careful not to slip and fall.

The woods were getting darker and darker, but he was used to navigating in the dark. It wasn’t easy, but he was better at it than regular humans.

So Bucky ran, for what felt like forever, until he saw a spot of red on top of a fallen tree trunk.

He stopped running when he saw you, his chest burning with how fast he’d been running. And for how long. Must be about an hour or two by now. But there you were, sitting on a log, with your red coat around you and your hood on. Fuck, you were probably freezing too.

As he got closer he noticed your body shaking with quiet sobs, your boots muddy and your basket of fucking flowers on the ground.

“There you are.” He said, breathlessly. “Baby?”

Relief and exhaustion. A million thoughts and feelings coursing through him, he felt like he was going to explode. The only thing that felt like it tethered him to earth was the feeling of your body colliding into his chest as you ran into his arms. So hard that it almost knocked him off his balance.

“Bucky!” You sobbed.

He was still breathing faster than he’d ever had. “I’ve got you, baby. I’ve got you. Are you hurt?” He pulled away to look at you, “Look at me! Are you hurt?”

How many times had he found his friends unconscious? Or with broken limbs? Or with bullet holes all over their bodies? For a moment, he was back in that life. That life filled with tragedy and pain.

“No,” You spoke, teary eyed and voice shaking with panic and relief all at once. “My phone ran out of battery and–,” You let out a breath. “I was scared you wouldn’t find me.”

He pulled you into his arms again, hugging you tighter than earlier, “Why wouldn’t I find you? I was worried sick. I thought–,” He stopped talking. Fuck. He needed to get a grip and calm those racing thoughts.

A strange anger washed over him. Mainly because he was disappointed. Why hadn’t he gone out with you? You would’ve never gotten lost if he was with you. Fuck, what other dangers would you find yourself in due to his carelessness? What if next time–

He blinked a couple of times and just said, “Come on, let’s go.”

You noted the change in his tone and demeanor, but you didn’t say anything. You just followed him, wiping your tears and cursing the flowers in your basket.

“I didn’t even realise I’d gotten this deep.” You spoke, looking ahead at Bucky’s back while he walked ahead and led the way.

He didn’t say anything.

“I only realised I went off my regular path when I started hearing all the animals.” You spoke, still staring at Bucky’s back. “Why aren’t you saying anything?” You asked softly.

You got only silence from him. You could tell his mind was racing. But you didn’t understand the silent treatment.

“Bucky?” You called out.

He didn’t reply.

“Say something.” You demanded.

He stopped. And you nearly bumped into his back. When Bucky turned around to face you, he seemed different. Still. So still like he wasn’t breathing. It felt like he was a statue. The look in his eyes was blank. He was looking at you, but it felt like he was looking through you.

It scared you how quiet he was. “Bucky?”

“I thought I was gonna find you broken and maimed.” He finally said. “Do you know how many times I’ve had to go out and search places. Trying to find my teammates, or friends. Desperate to find them, or even a–,” He swallowed. “Or even a part of them.”

You were quiet this time. And there was only silence, except for the light rain hitting the leaves around you.

“I’m sorry.” You finally said. “Look, I was just scared when I called you. There’s nothing around here that could hurt me like that.”

“Don’t be sorry.” He said. His voice was bitter. He finally looked at you, dead in the eyes and said, “Be smart. I ran for hours to get to you. I thought I’d find you dead. Why would you even get this far into the woods?” He finally snapped out of the trance he was in, getting heated with emotions now. “We don’t even know what lives in these woods! Nobody does!”

You understood where he was coming from. But you didn’t appreciate the tone. “Why are you being mean to me? You’re acting like I chose to get lost. I didn’t mean to, Buck!” You got angry too. “I’m sorry, okay? I’m sorry for ruining your fucking evening.” You sassed. “I won’t do it again.”

“Damn right you won’t!” He raised his voice just as much as you did. “I’m not letting you into these woods alone ever again!”

“You don’t own me! I’ll go wherever I want!” Your mind couldn’t think properly. You were exhausted and still in panic mode. “I’ll even run away from you if I want to!”

A second of silence as he processed your angry words. Then, “Fine!” He hissed. “Don't call me crying to come rescue you then next time you get lost doing what you want!”

As much as you were angry at him, your lips trembled at the sound of his tone. “If I had someone else, literally anyone else I could rely on, I would've never called you in the first place.” You stated. Then, despite not wanting to, you teared up again. Your voice cracking as you said, “But I have no one.”

“I have no one either!” Bucky said, “Don’t you see that? I was– I was scared I was gonna lose you too.” He sounded tired, and disappointed. “I fucking love you, and it kills me that you could be so easily taken from me! You don’t think that scares me to death every single fucking day?!”

You couldn’t handle it. The panic and pain in his voice, the way Bucky looked heartbroken, the way he looked like he was reliving painful memories and the way you couldn’t do anything about it, the multitude of emotions running through your head at the sound of his confession…

You couldn’t bear the shattered look on his face. So you took off running. In the other direction.

Behind you, you could hear Bucky screaming, “Baby, for fuck’s sake!”

But you didn’t stop. You kept running, ditching the basket and wiping your tears.

“Get back here!”

You could hear Bucky’s calls, but you didn’t answer. You didn’t know what to do. No one had ever made you feel that many emotions all at once ever again. Fuck, even dealing with your emotionally unavailable family was easier than this. Bucky was like an avalanche. Inescapable. Fierce. Passionate. And he destroyed all of your fears and your worries. He was so… colossal. He took over your life completely lately. And it messed with your head. Disorienting, but in the best ways.

“Go away!” You sobbed. You were completely drenched at this point, the rain getting heavier and heavier, running for your life like a madwoman. Trying to get away from Bucky like he wasn’t the only person you ever wanted to run to for the rest of your life.

You heard his footsteps, running, chasing and closer to you than earlier.

You managed to run faster, finally able to put some distance between you two… only to trip on a fallen branch. You cursed before getting up, now with leaves and dirt sticking to you.

You heard him. He was closer. Closer. “Baby, please.” He begged, his voice getting louder.

You ran faster. Hoping to be able to somehow lose him and make your way back out of the woods somehow, and hide. Why? You didn’t know.

But you couldn’t do that because right when you were about to make a sharp turn, Bucky grabbed you by the elbow and tackled you to the ground. Luckily you both fell on a soft, wet patch of moss rather than rocks or something.

“Don’t run from me. I just found you.” He growled, straddling your squirming body and pinning your hands above your head. “What the hell did I say that made you run, huh? Am I not allowed to care for you?”

You were still breathless. “You piss me off, Bucky!” You answered, heart racing.

“Do I now?” He sounded cocky again. Far away from that strange trance he was in earlier, haunted by his past memories.

Your body was warm because of how fast your heart was pumping blood but the rain falling from above was cold, so cold. The contrast was somehow maddening. Like Bucky.

“Yes! And you are so mean!” You squirmed, trying to get free.

“Stop moving!” He hissed. “I’m allowed to care, you hear me?”

“You’re not allowed to be mad over something I had no control over.” You argued.

“Yes I fucking am! I’m fucking allowed to be mad where my girl’s safety is concerned.”

That shut you up. Bucky’s smirk sent a chill down your spine.

“That’s not why you ran, is it?” He leaned down, his face hovering above yours. The damp strands of his hair tickling your face. “Is it because of what I said? About how I love you? Did you want a more romantic confession? Hmm? A cute little picnic? More flowers?” He taunted, his voice doing things to you that resulted in you feeling your arousal drip out of you. “Well that’s what I had in mind for tonight, you know? I was waiting for you at home, I was gonna make you your favourite dinner, and spout some fucking poetry to let you know how I feel but no.” He tightened his grip on your wrists. “You just had to run into these damn woods and get lost, didn’t you?”

A tear fell down your face, disappearing into the moss under you. Fuck. You loved Bucky so much it physically hurt.

“What is it, baby?” His voice was colder than the rain, “Did I scare you with that? Huh?”

You sniffled. Closing your eyes for a moment, you took in a deep breath, but he was so close that you inhaled his scent as well. His cologne and his sweat was a heady mix, paired with the scent of the rain and your surroundings. You didn’t even know why you were crying.

Bucky shut you up again with a kiss. A punishing, deep kiss. His hands let go of your wrists, coming down to grab your red coat at the neckline, ripping it open. You heard the buttons go flying around, then he grabbed the dress you were wearing under the coat, again at the neckline, and easily tore it off your body, baring your breasts to him since you hadn’t bothered to wear a bra to come to the woods.

Bucky pulled away from the kiss, looking down at you. Above him, the sky was a darker shade of blue. His eyes demanded a silent question. He would back off immediately if you asked him to.

But you didn’t.

So he held your stare as he leaned down to take one of your breasts in his mouth, sucking and biting and alternating between the two of them.

You gasped and moaned and squirmed under him. The tension from earlier forgotten for now. Drops of water constantly dripped on the two of you, thankfully the pine trees took the brunt of the now heavy rain. But you could hear it, the sound of the rain falling. The grunts and groans coming from Bucky’s mouth, the sound of your moaning, the chill in the air. It was all too much.

Bucky’s mouth moved from your breasts and kissed down your drenched torso, sucking the rain off your skin until he reached your inner thighs where he parted your legs and settled in between them. He slid your underwear to the side, and you moaned shamelessly when you felt his warm, wet tongue lick down your folds.

His tongue slipped past your folds and teased your entrance, occasionally flicking your throbbing clit mercilessly until you screamed his name. Your hands immediately gripped his hair and tugged gently at his wet hair.

Your torn clothes were getting soiled but you didn’t care. Neither did he.

He licked and sucked relentlessly, “You taste so fucking good…” He whispered as he ate you out until you whined, throwing your head back and moaning at how good he felt. His warm mouth pressed against your most intimate part, his tongue stroking you.

He growled when your hips instinctively bucked against his mouth. You whined as the sounds he made reverberated through your entire body, causing goosebumps to erupt all over your body.

“What is it? You want more?” He taunted. “Thought you were mad at me just now. Don’t I piss you off anymore?”

You felt tingles shooting through you as he teased you incessantly. Even in the darkness, you could sense that his piercing eyes were wild and fierce, staring up at you from in between your legs.

“Oh damn you.” You hissed, your heart overflowing with all the love you had for him.

“You’re all mine…” he whispered, thrusting his tongue deeper into you. You moaned and whimpered, your body getting warmer and warmer with each touch of his tongue. “You hear me? All mine.” He said.

“Please, Buck…” You felt your walls tighten around nothing, and you knew you were close. You could only moan and whimper as he kept licking deeper into you, your back arching off the cold ground. You felt him quicken his pace and you felt the pressure building up in between your hips until you couldn’t handle it anymore, and you came undone all over his lips, moaning and whimpering. Your naked body drenched in the rain.

Bucky tore your underwear off, he’d never had to use such brute strength before, but he did now. And it only made you throb and want him more. His metal hand found itself around your throat as he parted your legs and pushed his cock into you without wasting a second, stretching you out.

Condoms be damned. You both needed this, you thought.

It felt so raw, primal, and dirty, being fucked on the forest floor by a man like Bucky. Broad shoulders, metal arm, hair damp and messy. His t-shirt and jeans sticking to him like a second skin while you were naked under him.

“Sure you didn’t think you could run and hide from me, baby, did you? Or maybe you secretly did want to be fucked like this? Hmm?” He questioned, knowing you weren’t in a headspace to answer him given his hand was around your throat and his cock buried so deep inside of you – he knew your brain was a foggy mess. “My pretty girl. You’re so easily affected by a raised voice, huh? You couldn’t handle it? I spoil you too much, don’t I? You’re so fucking soft, look at you.” He scoffed, “Crying and throwing a tantrum the moment I raise my voice at you.”

But you couldn’t argue. All you could so was whine and moan as he began fucking into you hard and fast. There was nothing gentle about it. He was wild like his surroundings, and passionate, animalistic, fucking you like there’s no tomorrow. And you enjoyed every bit of it.

He tightened his grip around your throat as he sped up into you, leaning down and growling right in your ear and telling you that you belonged to him. “All mine.”

The cold didn’t matter now that his warm, though damp and clothed, body was pressing down on you. Something about you being completely naked while he was still dressed made the moment all the more raw and dirty.

“All yours.” You managed to choke out.

You were a moaning mess under him, your hands finding their way into his hair as he fucked you nice and hard. It was all overwhelming, his voice, his weight on top of you, his cock thrusting in and out of you repeatedly…

He released your throat and placed his hand on your abdomen, his metal hand pressing down on your front so he can feel himself inside you with each thrust. He stared into your eyes while he sped up into you again. “There I am. You feel that? That’s me fucking my girl.” He said, thrusting into your extra hard to prove his point. He smirked when your body squirmed under him. “What did you say earlier? That you’d run from me if you wanted to?” He boasted, “Try running now, baby.”

All you could do was moan, clenching your eyes shut as you felt like you were losing your mind under him.

“Look at me, hey, hey!” He tapped your cheek gently to get you to open your eyes. “Look at me,” His tone was gentle now. “Are you gonna come frolicking around here alone again? Huh? Are you?”

You shook your head, unable to speak coherently.

“Answer me. Use your words, come on.” He insisted. “You were so bratty earlier, what happened, huh? Use your words baby, come on tell me. Are you?”

“No, please. I won’t. I promise.”

“Good girl. Now come for me.”

You cried out, feeling him speed up into you. “Bucky, I–,”

“Shh, baby.” He sounded much calmer now. “I’ve got you, don’t worry. I’m right here.” He mumbled into your ear. “Your man’s here, I've got you. Just let go and come for me, that’s it. Just come.”

He pressed his lips to yours as he made you come first, his mouth swallowing your moans as you orgasmed before he pulled out and came all over your inner thighs.

You both caught your breaths. Bucky pressed his forehead to yours. “I love you.” He whispered. Over and over again. It was pouring now. The rain washing over you both, taking away the tension with it.

“You’re all I have, Buck.” You confessed, breathlessly. “And I love you. So much. And when you got angry earlier… I’ve never seen that side of you before. It scared me. You’re all I have and you were mad at me. I didn’t know what else to do.”

Bucky sighed, leaning in to press his forehead down against yours. “I’m sorry, baby. I’m sorry.” He sounded genuine. “You scared me too. I thought– I didn’t mean to be angry at you. I just– that was wrong of me. I’m sorry.”

“I know.”

“I fucking love you.”

“I love you too.” You sniffled.

Bucky pulled away to look down at you. You could see it well, but you could’ve sworn his eyes were teary too. “Let’s get you home.”

—

He took you to his house, and didn’t stop apologising or touching you in that gentle way of his. Not in the shower, not when he tucked you both in and pulled you closer in bed, not when he made sure you’d eaten something and drank plenty of water.

And especially not when he made love to you again. Slow, and passionate love. Fingers laced together, his body on top of yours, his cock moving in and out of you languidly, his eyes staring into yours in a way that made you tear up again.

“I’m sorry.” He whispered, kissing all over your face.

“Me too.” You whispered, breathlessly. “We could’ve–” You gasped in pleasure, “We could’ve handled that better.”

Bucky chuckled, kissing you on the mouth. “We’re idiots.”

You giggled, his beard scratching your skin. “I agree.”

—

You woke up the next morning wrapped in Bucky’s arms. He clung to you like a koala bear. And his heat was the most glorious thing to wake up to on a rainy morning. The world outside was cloudy and grey, and perfect for cuddles.

“Are you up?” He asked, his voice tired and deeper than normal.

“How long have you been up?” You asked, turning around to face him.

“Didn’t sleep.” He said.

“Bucky,” You chided, “Are you still worrying about last night?”

He avoided your eyes.

“Baby,” You cooed. “It’s okay. We talked about it, remember?”

And you had a long conversation last night, after the multiple rounds of sex in his bed. About his protectiveness, about you being careful, about your relationship, about his fears, triggers, and worries due to his past, about everything.

“I know,” He mumbled, kissing your forehead. “I love you. Too much.”

You giggled, “I love you too. Too fucking much.”

He seemed in a nicer mood instantly. “What would’ve happened to me if you hadn’t showed up that day? At my door with muffins and cookies to seduce me.”

You laughed, snuggling into him. “Hey, it worked. I mean, I’m naked in your bed.”

He laughed too. “Thank you, baby.”

“What for?”

“Sticking around.”

“Oh Buck. I’ll always stick around.” You mumbled into his neck, “Just promise me we’ll have more… date nights deep into the woods.”

He mumbled something about how he’d created a little sex monster, then pulled you closer and said, “Whatever you want, baby.” Then finally, he drifted off to a much needed sleep with his arms still wrapped around you.

—

a/n: get it? She was wearing a RED coat in the woods, and he’s the White WOLF hehehe– [they drag me back to my padded cell as I scream] UNTIL NEXT TIME!!! [they lock me in my cell]

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes au #marvel

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satoblue · 3 months ago

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“YOUR PLACE” — gojo satoru

satoru can’t focus around you. his solution? finding you a new place to sit. | wc: 0.7k

f!reader, established relationship (married), satoru longing for you like a lover sent off to war (you’re only a few feet away from his desk). | dividers made by me

with a frustrated sigh, satoru slams down his pen on the wooden desk, making you jolt in your seat. you look up from your book at the abrupt noise that disrupts the serene silence.

with an annoyed huff, he speaks.

“you’re distracting me.”

his eyes shoot over to you, narrowing as they rake over your body, lingering on your legs for a moment before snapping back to your face.

satoru leans back in his seat, looking away and running a hand through his hair to maintain his sanity — messing it up and representing exactly how he is feeling on the inside - a mess - clearly struggling to keep his composure. he shakes his head slightly.

“seriously.” he scoffs under his breath.

you blink, straightening up with your legs tucked beneath you.

currently, you sit adorning the cushioned chair he had commissioned and reserved specifically for you — soft enough for comfort yet not too much to cause you back problems.

it was initially made so he wouldn’t get antsy and abandon his duties by constantly getting up to find you around the house because he so desperately needed to be near you.

satoru thought it would be enough to satiate him — to feel you, to be reminded of your constant presence regardless if he looks over or not.

turns out, it isn’t. for you are water and satoru is a man dying of thirst.

“but… i’m not even doing anything?”

with a sharp inhale, he interlocks his hands in front of his face, elbows resting atop his work desk, paperwork and everything else but you long forgotten.

were you being dense on purpose? trying to seduce him and pull him away from his responsibilities? you already have his attention. and what else could he say? that you looked too good sitting there in your nightgown? your bare legs were distracting? you were breathing too loud?

quite frankly, in satoru’s opinion — you weren’t breathing enough. he needed you close, to be the air in his lungs that he required in order to function day to day so he wouldn’t collapse. satoru wants you to breathe life — your life into him and leave him full of only you.

but instead, he tuts, head in his hands. “doesn’t matter.”

at his words, you close your book slowly, a bit hurt and confused because he had been the one to ask you to keep him company. but he clearly looks stressed, face red as he swipes a hand over it to cool down.

you frown. “i can leave, if that is what you want?”

satoru’s head shoots up at that, staring at you with a piercing gaze which says more than his mouth does in the moment — oddly enough.

no.

that isn’t what he wants — you misunderstand him. if you left, it’d only make the yearning in his heart far worse. how is it possible to long for someone so badly even though they are right in front of you?

“it’s fine. i have a solution.”

not even a second later, satoru rises from his office chair, circling his way over to you in long purposeful strides. your brows shoot up in surprise but before you can say anything, he scoops you up and into his arms, taking you and your book back with him.

as your husband sits once more, he places you on his lap, leaving you dumbfounded. wrapping a muscular arm around your waist, he holds you securely in place. the bare skin of your legs brush his clothed thighs beneath you, chafing slightly.

satoru leans in, chin resting on your shoulder, the scent of his cologne hitting your nose. with your back flush against his broad chest, his minty breath brushes your ear, causing you to shiver as he murmurs.

“this is better.”

after a moment of being perched there, a smile eventually tugs at your lips.

ah, you understand now.

with a stomach full of butterflies even after years of being married to the strongest — the man who only became weak when it came to your simple existence — you relax in your new seat.

you think you like it too.

#᠙𑣱 — aomi writes #gojo x reader #gojo x you #satoru gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #satoru x reader #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk fluff #jujutsu kaisen x you #jjk x you #satoru x you #jjk satoru #gojo x y/n #gojo headcanons #jjk drabbles #gojo fluff

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mocksyoucondescendingly · 1 year ago

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I know my feelings are normal but I don't think my thought processes are on the same page about it.,.... this "if one thing then not the other thing" mentality is USELESS when I know personally that I do, indeed, feel Both Things at the Same Time.

#do i know poly people exist. yes. do i feel like acknowledging that that may be how i feel romantically inside. no.. not really.#it just feels like a let down to everybody and like i should just try to shut it all away #but how could that be possible when its the loudest thing in me ??#my heart and my brain are each split in half and are held together by a dense friction known as my mortal body #a guy and a girl should release themselves from my heart so my head can cease its conflict

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yeyinde · 7 months ago

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extremely dubious consent. power/class imbalance. implied breeding. manipulation.

but regency era John Price paying off your chaperone to get you alone in a carriage for few hours and the whole time, your guardians think you're being properly supervised during this unorthodox courtship.

And sure, he's so much older than you, a widower with specks of grey along his temples and peppered in his beard, and more established in class and life compared to you, the poor thing that only just entered society and already got snatched up by the surly, gruff Duke. But it's John Price. Despite his temperament, he's such a respectable man, isn't he? They can trust him to protect you, of course.

And he does.

Your virtue, however? Not so much.

He does away with that little problem on the second outing he takes you on, smothering the protests that draw up, shaky and uncertain on your lips when the chaperone your guardians paid to watch over you walks away, swallowing it down with a searing kiss. Shushes you through it as he slips his thick fingers over the seam of you, arm buried beneath a dense layer of fabric, snuffing out those little gasps.

Don't worry about it, he rasps into the burning apple of your cheek. "s'how it's supposed to be, mm?" and when that doesn't quell the quiver in your brow, he adds:

"s'what I want, love. Jus' a little taste, mm?"

And the problem with gently reared girls is that they turn into such obliging women. Your eyes flicker downward—soft in your acquiescence even though your shoulders draw up cutely towards your ears. Pretty little thing. He couldn't possibly resist.

So he doesn't.

Taking such a lovely creature on the dirty floor of the carriage with your prim, proper skirts trussed up over your hips, shift in utter disarray from the scorching attention he lavished your breasts earlier is nothing short of euphoric. Aided by the adorable little whines you make when he finally notches his cock against your soft flesh. Worry flashing over your brow because he's just too big, too thick, for you to take, and maybe we shouldn't, Mr Price—

But you swallow him just as sweetly as he imagined you would when he pushes inside of you. Pussy fluttering around him in a panic at the blunt, thick intrusion, unused to such brutal treatment. And it's heaven, of course. Nirvana between the split of your pretty thighs. Pussy just made to take his cock. Loving it so tenderly like this

"Taking me so well, aren't you?"

Tears on your lashline. Nose scrunched up. He's sure it's a trial for you, but this is just a prelude. Ripping the bandaid off.

A necessary evil.

And if the altruistic facade falters under the blunt weight of his desire, his greed, then at least he has a failsafe to keep you in his pocket should your guardians decide he—in his age, his callousness—is not a good fit for their daughter. They are the doting type, after all. Romantics. Idealists.

(If they can't come to reason and see why he's a good match, then the swell of your belly in a few months time will surely sway them—)

The thought breaks across his spine, molten heat puddling in his loins. Fuck—

Despite the viciousness of thrusts at the idea, you take his desire so goddamn well.

It doesn't take him much at all to reach the apex of his pleasure, not when your hands press tight to chest as he bears his weight down, grinding his throbbing cock into the deepest part of you. Your moans, delicious little keens ringing so sweetly in his ears. Letting him ride you hard against the dirty floor, chasing his pleasure even as your knees dig into his sides, brows pinced but nodding along when he rasps in your ear about how good you feel and how it'll only get better, and next time—since you're bein' so bloody sweet f'im—he'll show you how to suck his cock between those damnably soft lips, keep his fingers buried inside of you while you fold yourself over the bench on your knees, mouth swallowing him down deep—

It sends him over the edge with a grunt. A belly deep groan. And just in time, too.

After he puts your clothes in order and slides you back into the seat, groaning when you squeeze your thighs tight together, keeping his cum from spilling out, your chaperone arrives with a nervous smile and a glint of guilt that's easily diminished with another slip of cash between palms. You stare, dazed and flushed, out the window, and barely even flinch when he lays his hand on your thigh, hold possessive. Proprietary.

"Time to go home, mm?"

And if he brings you back to your guardians flustered, limping, and a little dazed—well. The roads were just terrible, weren't they, sweetheart? Quite the rough ride, mm? He's sure next time will be better.

#i guess the era of older manipulative Price corrupting reluctant and bullied into liking it Reader has begun #captain john price x reader #john price x reader #price x reader #pricedrabbles

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jiminrings · 4 months ago

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mature drabble: jealousy

wherein you become a TA alongside yoongi, and jungkook has no choice but to prove his superiority in other ways

[ smut, unprotected sex, oral, jealousy, slight dumbification kink AND praise kink, he’s a little dense and a little mean and beyond endearing (like always), he Wants so badly to give a creampie (so he does), hints of possessiveness, overstimulation, typical mature!jk levels of yearning n overcompensation ]

read mature here!

If you had to isolate one thing about Jungkook (just one, singular thing) that both annoys the living hell out of you and endears you to him to the point that it gets you closer, if that was even possible — it would be his inability to let go of things.

In his process of climbing up the ranks to become your boyfriend, Jungkook’s inability to let you distance yourself from him without getting into numerous fights and an incessant amount of groveling cemented him in your life in the first place.

He’s mouthy and nitpicky, yet he knows diligently when to shut up and just take it. He harnesses the perfect amount of stubbornness that would make you cave after several negotiations here and there, but never excessive to the point that you’d feel the need to post about him on Reddit with a seething heading of “my partner M27 pretends to faint in front of me every time I tell him I don’t want to cuddle”.

(Jungkook isn’t even faking it.)

Jungkook knows that he’s not the go-to guy for a lot of practical things. He knows that he’s not the one you run to when you need to go over your reviewer for your oral exam that’s worth 70% of your grade, because that’s Yoongi’s place.

Jungkook’s there when you need to get your shirt ironed to perfection without any creases (even in the tricky part of the underarm-to-midline area), and he’s also there when you need someone to poke holes at your seemingly airtight presentation proposal. He is there, but it doesn’t mean he’s the best guy for the job.

Jungkook is and will be there for anything that you need, require, and desire of the world even, but he knows to himself that he can’t be utilized in the way you can bond with Yoongi.

(He hates that stupid, intellectual son of a bitch.)

Your boyfriend knows in his heart of hearts (he knows that it exists somehow and someway) that although he’s not the most optimal partner around for the technical, higher-process things that fill up your everyday life, he’s trying his best to catch up. Jungkook studies voluntarily now (70% to impress you and get you to call him your smart boy, and 50% to make an attempt at getting an above passing grade in all his classes) and even better than before, he loves listening to you.

Jungkook, your (occasionally smart) beloved, listens when you tell him about your day.

He listens and hums and replies when you tell him how tiring it is to be a TA, and how you’re simultaneously excited because it feels so fulfilling to be praised and approached.

He listens and laughs and his eyes twitch slightly when you tell him how fun it is to be a TA alongside Yoongi, because the both of you would have glowing recommendations after the gig and your superiors keep telling you that you’d probably end up at the same place of work after graduation.

He listens and smiles very tightly and squeezes his fists roughly against your pillows when you tell him how some juniors keep muttering that they want to have the uni experience of being smart and being a TA with their partners, supposedly like how you and Yoongi look to them.

Jungkook, a man of his word, will catch up to you.

Jungkook, a man of his word and an even bigger man of his overcompensation, will beat Yoongi.

“You know what they say about guys with big brains,” your boyfriend tuts out of nowhere, looking up from his laptop that only had Yoongi’s LinkedIn profile up for the past half hour while he stews in annoyance. “Really, really small dicks.”

“Where’d that come from?” you immediately snicker, looking up from your actual reviewer, putting your highlighter down to indulge Jungkook in what you’re sure of is just a random conversation.

Just a random conversation out of nowhere that’s totally not fueled by the jealousy he’s been harboring the past few weeks.

“I’m not citing my sources to you,” Jungkook huffs, closing his screen unceremoniously before crossing his arms, shaking his head slowly. “Such a shame about Yoongi.”

Now that you think about, you should’ve seen it coming from a mile away.

You should’ve been suspicious when it was Jungkook himself who asked how Yoongi did awhile ago with a shit-eating grin on his face, as if he’s just gathering all the pent-up frustration he has for the sake of being over with it.

You snort at the implication, the excitement of what could possibly be running in Jungkook’s mind slowly hitting you. “Well, I heard from a friend that he’s really end-…”

“Don’t give a fuck,” he rasps immediately, clicking his tongue. He doesn’t want to hear about what you heard about Y**ngi being well-endowed. He doesn’t want to hear anything but you.

“When you said that fun trivia,” you start, rolling your eyes playfully as you stand up from your desk, joining him on the bed. Jungkook doesn’t move an inch like he usually does to accommodate you; he just lies there, seeing you adjust to his strapping figure on your twin bed. “You do know that you were kind of insulting yourself, right?”

“That I’m not smart but I can fuck you dumb?” he shrugs carelessly, willing himself to not react when you sit on his lap seemingly innocently, embracing him warmly whilst fixing his bangs. “Not really an insult to me.”

The laugh that leaves your lips was purely unintentional.

“You don’t believe me?” he tilts his head, his eyes still bordering on playful yet there’s something behind them that’s even bigger, something you can place as none other but Jungkook’s sheer will to prove himself.

“I don’t think you’re dumb, Kook,” you placate him, the gentle smile you have on your face breaking at the edges into something more intoxicating for him; something more provocative that would set him over his limits. “Just like I believe you haven’t exactly fucked me dumb either.”

The grin on your boyfriend’s face would be appalling if not for the stern grip he has on your thighs, fingers digging resolutely at the flesh with the politest, most harmless known tone to man, even if his words were anything but.

“Now you sound like the dumb one between us,” Jungkook laughs, his sweet laughter going straight to your ears as he noses your cheeks, teeth grazing your jaw as he refuses to kiss you when you try and catch him. “You don’t remember, baby? Don’t remember how I’m the only one who can worship you like this?”

Within a split second, Jungkook strips you out of your tank top that’s far too tight on you, immediately making your boobs spring out right in front of his face like the universe intended for him alone.

Your boyfriend, never losing his thoroughly amused and offensive grin, cups your boobs harshly to the point that he pulls you even closer to him, tongue grazing at your nipples that peek out in between his reddened knuckles.

“Kook…” you swallow the lump in your throat, exhaling shakily when Jungkook keeps you upright with one arm against him, the other doing quick work of shimmying you out of your panties like it’s a test item he can answer in his sleep. “Yoongi’s j-just next door, I don’t think-…”

“Oh, I know that,” he hums, his large, tattooed hand traveling from the small of your back and all the way to your scalp, his trimmed fingernails just barely grazing your hair when he tugs, setting you down on the pillow while he hovers above you. “He can think about how smarter he is than me alll he wants,” he hums, taking his clothes off while conveniently ignoring the way your heartbeat keeps pulsing uncontrollably with barely controlled lust, but Jungkook, just this once, would like to think that he’s better than you.

Jungkook, just this once, would like the upper hand completely when it comes to pleasing you, unwavering to your insistent demands of him giving you what you want, exactly when you want it.

Your boyfriend is not and will never be the one to deprive you of anything; as a matter of fact, he’d like to give you everything— far more than you’re ever asking and deserving of, just as his idea of getting even.

“But he’ll never get to beat me when it comes to fucking you.”

“Yoongi’s not challenging-…” you interrupt yourself the moment Jungkook inserts two fingers right from the start, curling them immediately out of muscle memory. You seethe at the intense, overwhelming pressure he gives to you without even begging for it, the warmth of his digits still being no match to the dumb, willful anger in his face; Jungkook’s so mad and determined, his cheeks turned pink just thinking of how to bend you at his mercy.

“He’s just-..! He’s just trying to get in your nerves, that’s all,” you whisper shakily, hands darting to try and grip onto his hair but Jungkook pushes your hands away, instead redirecting them harshly to keep yourself open. “It’s all just… rage bait, baby. You know that.”

Jungkook laughs thickly, shaking his head as he can quite literally see your struggle for words. You’re dripping wet and trembling, and yet you still want to placate him as if it would save your case.

“And you think I’m not gonna leap on it? I literally will be baited into rage. You know how dumb I am,” he huffs, the addition of a third finger into your pussy that’s already sopping wet making you writhe in sweet tension still, the pleasured cry that leaves you without inhibition making Jungkook even rougher. “You know how dumb I can go just trying to please you.”

There’s a sickly sweet sense of pride that fills Jungkook when he sees you keeping yourself open for him despite your legs aching to clamp down and squeeze on his fingers.

There’s a sickly sweet and overwhelming sense of cockiness that only Jungkook could feel at the moment when he rubs the entirety of his palm roughly against your folds, barely cupping and moving yet all your juices quickly spread, the rough pads of his palm only amplifying the punishing pace of his digits inside you.

"Feel too good, sweetheart? Haven't even become precise with it," Jungkook laughs, biting his bottom lip as he savors in the way your mouth couldn’t even close with the amount of gasps and moans that leave you desperately.

“Fucking arrogant ass," you whisper under your breath in between whimpers, your attempt of a dig at him becoming futile because Jungkook immediately stops rubbing his palm against your core, landing a rough slap against your folds instead.

"What's that now?" he asks, voice deepening as he straightens up, rolling your clit in between his fingers menacingly. The high-pitched, needy moans that leave you make Jungkook even more smug, your frustration making your head jerk repeatedly against the cushions. "I'm not saying it's rocket science to make you cum, baby. I'm not a nerd like Yoongi," he hums, the smile on his face widening the more that you plead at him. "I'm just saying..." Jungkook lulls, burying his fingers knuckle deep before pounding you with them repeatedly, making your entire being squirm upwards at his insistence of making you cum messily. "It takes a whole lot of devotion for it to come easy to me."

“I-I’m gonna— fuck, fuck, f-fuck!” you blubber at your release, crying out as Jungkook dips his head to your pussy (partly admiring at his handiwork, and mostly criticizing himself because it was just not enough for him), grabbing you by your thighs and setting them flush against his face until there's no gap; until he feels lightheaded.

Jungkook eats you out fervently like you’ve always depraved him of such a blessing, your cum still warm as it hasn’t even finished dripping out of you yet your boyfriend laps you up regardless, eyes closed and breathing ragged.

It just wasn’t enough for Jungkook. Getting you to cum felt less like a feat and more of an intimidation for himself, proposed by himself, because Jungkook didn’t want to stop.

He didn’t want to stop eating you out scandalously with his biceps curling in on your thighs, refusing to stop making you feel good as you practically tremor in his hold. He didn’t want to stop being better; he didn’t want to stop catching up with you with none other than his appetite and will.

“Y-you don’t have to-…” you whisper as you shake, the never-ending cycle of Jungkook’s tongue fucking you and cleaning you from the inside making your back arch from the mattress in overstimulation. “Fuck, Jungkook. I-I think I’m-…”

“Isn’t that so stupid, baby?” he giggles sweetly, the entire lower half of his face covered by your cum and his spit, lips reddened and swollen from how hard he’s going. “Gonna cum twice and I haven’t even put my cock in you?” he frowns playfully.

“My smart girl,” Jungkook lulls, talking against your folds as his hands knead your skin even harsher, barely matching up to the sheer desperation in his mind that being inside you wouldn’t even be enough.

He doesn’t take mercy on you, and you don’t even ask for it. You take what Jungkook gives you and even then, it wouldn’t be enough. Even if he rises to his full height and pulls you to the edge of the bed, lining his cock perfectly into your tight pussy that does nothing but suck him into a warmth that would never not stop feeling new and overwhelming for him, it wouldn’t be enough.

“Feel good? Feel good looking stupid on my big, dumb cock?”

“So— s-so good, baby. I-I can’t-…” you whimper, your cheeks sticky with your tears and Jungkook’s open-mouthed kisses that you keep asking for because you can’t be any closer than this; you think you can’t be any more satisfied than this in your life and it makes you cry even harder. “Can’t…. c-can’t talk. I can’t stop c-cumming."

“I can’t hear you,” Jungkook sing-songs, his pace punishing to the point that your skin burns at the impact of his thrusts, body moving alongside every push Jungkook gives you. “My silly girl. Thought you had all the words?” he laughs, gnawing on his bottom lip in amusement when he sees your eyes getting crossed slowly the harder that he slams into your sweet spot. “You need cue cards, is that it, baby? Y’need to brainstorm with Yoongi for them?”

“No, no, n-no!” you ramble, shaking your head desperately. “I-I don’t— d-don’t need Yoongi. I don’t, I-I swear!”

“Then what do you need, hm?” Jungkook asks, prying your lips open with his fingers, your tongue immediately darting out even before he could gather enough of his saliva to spit in your mouth scandalously. “Need you to spell it out for me, pretty girl. I can’t understand otherwise,” he spits, pupils blown out as you immediately swallow what he gives you, mouth parting open slightly to try and respond clearly yet you struggle.

“I just— ffffuck!” you groan, the rough, calculated pull of your hair right when he thrusts into you harshly with all of his weight making you sob in pleasure. “Just n-need you, Jungkook! Just you!”

“Just me? Cute,” he pants, the white edging at his vision making Jungkook feel truly, madly, and sincerely grateful of the universe rewarding him in exchange of all his dumb misfortunes before you. Jungkook feels so good that he could cry. “Can you explain that to me?”

The sincerely annoyed groan that leaves you in frustration in between all of your pleasured moans makes Jungkook throw his head back in laughter, the crawl of both of his hands towards your neck cutting your annoyance short.

“You mad?” he sing-songs, the quiet, panicked chants that leave your lips for his change of pace making Jungkook’s ear ring nonetheless. “Aww, but I slowed down just so you could talk again.”

The look that you give Jungkook– eyes red and lashes wet, lips puffy and bearing evidence of him— is enough to make any living being sink to their knees and devote their lives to you.

Jungkook, however, wants to be the lone devotee, and he wants to make it perfectly clear.

“But I don’t want you to,” you whine, the temporary gift of regaining your voice and your words only irking you.

“Don’t wanna give me a presentation? But you’re so good at those, baby,” Jungkook frowns, his pace only slow and barely noticeable, if not for his size that you still haven’t accustomed to no matter how many times he fucks you.

“I-I… I don’t want you to stop,” you whisper in admission, eyes wet for a completely different reason this time, tugging at his heartstrings.

Jungkook tilts his head as if asking you to elaborate, thumb wiping at your tears.

At the very moment, Jungkook decides that true, absolute strength is always giving what you want, whenever you want it.

“I want you to keep fucking me dumb again.”

Jungkook doesn’t waste a single second before bottoming out completely, his calloused hands adjusting you repeatedly as you moan fervently because no matter what, Jungkook feels like he's not close enough to you. He'll remain to feel like he hasn't bottomed out completely until he finds that spot of yours that completely dissolves you into his hold, all for him to mend.

Jungkook folds you in half with both your legs raised, putting you in a mating press with the entirety of his weight, the unbearable squeak and the drawled out, pornographic moan that leaves you after making him sigh in relief.

“Like this?” he whispers to your ear, pace slow and punishing yet deep; far deeper, closer, and more crushing than he’s ever been in you. “Until— fuck, fuckkk— u-until you’re drooling again? ’Til all you can do is say my name?”

“Say it, Y/N,” Jungkook insists. “Say— s-say I’m better than him.”

You moan graphically at the entirely new sensation of being full of nothing but Jungkook in all senses, your words coming out desperate and resolute.

“Give it.”

“What?”

“Give me a creampie,” you grit, scratching your nails against his back, making him whimper. “Give me your cum, Kook.”

“W-what?” he stutters, breath evidently shallowing at your command.

“Give it,” you practically snarl, your desire bleeding out evidently into Jungkook’s bloodstrean. “I-I already know you’re better than him, Jungkook. I… I just need you to prove it.”

“This is not proof enough?” Jungkook switches in an instant, his brief moment of shock and disbelief being overwhelmed by your desire that’s always been his. “N-need me to— holy shit-…! Need me to stuff you with my cum so we’d know?”

“Yeah. T-there’s not other way, right? How would we know?” you indulge him, nodding your head continuously as you feel the knot in your stomach tighten, the weight of Jungkook’s cock in you getting heavier by the second. “My dumb, dumb baby. How are we gonna know how stupid I’ll look if you don’t cum in me?”

Jungkook realizes then, that the upper hand he’ll have over you is by giving you what you want, always, because it’s all he’ll ever want too.

“Y-you’re right. So, so smart, sweetheart,” he concedes, gripping your jaw. “Look at me, baby,” he whispers, eyes boring into you deeply. “Need you to know that I’m the only one who can see you like this, yeah?” Jungkook pouts, talking you through both of your desperation. “That I’m the only one who can fuck you dumb,” he hums. “And how I’m the only one who can see that stupid look on your face.”

“Just you,” you nod without a single dust of doubt, screwing your eyes shut when you feel full beyond your limits within an instant, Jungkook’s cum shooting into you with all its warmth and fulfillment of stuffing you making you squirt.

Jungkook stays inside you as he writhes in overstimulation, the moans that leave him paying absolutely no mind to your neighbors because at this point, it had totally slipped his mind that he went into pleasuring you trying to get even at Yoongi.

Your boyfriend peppers you in kisses as you come down from your high, his own cheeks smeared with his tears as he nibbles at your shoulder out of habit.

“Can I creampie you next time again, please? Like, not just a special occasions thing?” he mumbles sheepishly after some time, looking up at you with his head pressed to your chest.

“The special occasion tonight was you being jealous,” you retort, rolling your eyes at Jungkook’s meekness as if he wasn’t just rearranging your guts minutes ago.

“Thanks for the correction. Let me revise,” he returns your attitude, picking up your habit of rolling your eyes as he clears his throat. “Can I cum in you henceforth?”

“Smartest thing you ever said,” you joke, shaking your head.

“I know,” Jungkook giggles boyishly, tucking his face into the crook of your neck in shyness. “I felt my temple pulse with that one.”

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jinwoosbabyboo · 2 months ago

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𝚂𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙶𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚎

My personal headcanons to how the LADS Men react to being flirted with and if you ave to step in and save them or not. [Requested by: goddessesofeverything]

Your man was perfect. A one of one without a doubt. From his character to how he treated you was immaculate. The fact that he was absolutely stunning was a cherry on top. From the slope of his nose to the strong veiny hands that handled you as if you were fine china. You could admire him for hours and never get tired of looking at him. He was a dream come true and too good to be true all in one.

However, you never doubted him or ever felt insecure in your relationship which is why seeing women constantly staring and swooning didn’t bother you. A few of them flirted from time to time and you laughed every time you watched their flirty smiles turn to shock or disgust when they were immediately shot down by your man.

Usually it only takes the initial rejection to keep them from coming back, but some are a little more persistent. So who better to save him than you.

𝚉𝚊𝚢𝚗𝚎

acts dense when someone flirts with him

so monotone during the conversation the person flirting ends up awkwardly walking away

tells you what they said and you have to tell him “yea Zayne she was flirting with you”

the type to just walk away if he feels uncomfortable

gives you a look when you stand by and giggle while his eyes are screaming for help

the times when you step in the save him he smiles to himself with butterflies in his stomach.

the type to definitely name drop “My wife is right over there” "I'd rather have drinks with my wife" even if you're not married yet he would say this just to make your relationship more serious

𝚁𝚊𝚏𝚊𝚢𝚎𝚕

a master manipulator right here he can play the part so his faux kindness can get taken for flirting

when you’re not around he is rude as hell

when you’re around he’s dramatic as hell with it

“My girlfriend can fight” “Unhand me!” “My girl will kill you and me so I suggest you walk away or you better get right with God because you’re about to meet him”

expects you to come to his rescue every. single. time.

the type to run and I mean literally run and hide behind you “that lady is trying to get me!” “Raf… “Don’t let me get took!”

if you don’t verbally abuse the person flirting with him he’ll bring it up any chance he gets

throws a fit when you just watch instead of helping “Why do you hate me?” “I don’t hate you” “So you just don’t care about me huh?!” “Here you go” “No no it’s fine when I get kidnapped by a crazy fan I hope you feel terrible”

𝚇𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚎𝚛

Responds to the flirting with confusion or just stares

Brings them to you and says “Do you know her?”

Unintentionally makes the situation so awkward for them that they end up walking away

name drops if they’re too persistent “I only eat with my girlfriend and you’re not her” “My girlfriend is waiting for me”

if someone flirts with him while you’re there expect to get those big doe eyes if you don’t step in “Were you going to let her flirt with me?” “I trust you” “Save me next time”

complains to you about being tired after the encounter

doesn’t say it but deep down he wants you to be jealous like he is when some guy simply talks to you

𝚂𝚢𝚕𝚞𝚜

9 times out of 10 he doesn’t get approached directly ; usually notes or a small gift sent his way

on the rare occasion he does get approached he’s sassy but it just sounds like they’re being scolded by their boss “You’re quite brazen wouldn’t you agree?” “Did you run through the possibilities that I'm not for the taking?”

quick to mention he’s taken and will tell you everything that she’s saying

if you are there to witness someone flirting with him he’d simply stare at you the entire time “Would you really let another woman have me?” “As if anyone can take you from me”

doing a mental happy dance when you do step in to save him from bold harlot who has the audacity to flirt with him right in front of you

will be sarcastic as hell when asking why you didn’t step in sooner “What took so long? What if she threw me in her car and drove off?” “If someone ever managed to throw you anywhere it’s because you let them” “I thought you’d grown tired of me for a minute there” “Are you done?”

𝙲𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚋

is honestly used to having girls throw themselves at him so he’s a pro at ignoring it

wants you to step in but you never do because he’ll tease you about it later “Were you even slightly worried I'd be swayed by her?” “Let's see she’s twirling her hair in your face while you’re happily pulling mine out of your ass crack in the shower so no i'm not worried” silenced his ass

100% name drops if they’re too persistent “My girlfriend will kill you and me I suggest you back up” “I’M MARRIED!” “My girlfriend is right there”

jokes about wanting praise when he rejects someone “Don’t I get a kiss for my valiant effort?” “For doing the bare minimum?” “I wouldn’t say it was the bare minimum” “How about you just don’t say anything you're so handsome when you shut the fuck up”

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nasa · 11 months ago

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Observations from both NASA’s James Webb and Hubble space telescopes created this colorful image of galaxy cluster MACS0416. The colors of different galaxies indicate distances, with bluer galaxies being closer and redder galaxies being more distant or dusty. Some galaxies appear as streaks due to gravitational lensing — a warping effect caused by large masses gravitationally bending the space that light travels through.

Like Taylor Swift, Our Universe Has Gone Through Many Different Eras

While Taylor's Eras Tour explores decades of music, our universe’s eras set the stage for life to exist today. By unraveling cosmic history, scientists can investigate how it happened, from the universe’s origin and evolution to its possible fate.

This infographic outlines the history of the universe.

0 SECONDS | In the beginning, the universe debuted extremely small, hot, and dense

Scientists aren’t sure what exactly existed at the very beginning of the universe, but they think there wasn’t any normal matter or physics. Things probably didn’t behave like we expect them to today.

Artist's interpretation of the beginning of the universe, with representations of the early cosmos and its expansion.

10^-32 SECONDS | The universe rapidly, fearless-ly inflated

When the universe debuted, it almost immediately became unstable. Space expanded faster than the speed of light during a very brief period known as inflation. Scientists are still exploring what drove this exponential expansion.

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1 MICROSECOND | Inflation’s end started the story of us: we wouldn’t be here if inflation continued

When inflation ended, the universe continued to expand, but much slower. All the energy that previously drove the rapid expansion went into light and matter — normal stuff! Small subatomic particles — protons, neutrons, and electrons — now floated around, though the universe was too hot for them to combine and form atoms.

The particles gravitated together, especially in clumpy spots. The push and pull between gravity and the particles’ inability to stick together created oscillations, or sound waves.

Artist's interpretation of protons and neutrons colliding to form ionized deuterium — a hydrogen isotope with one proton and one neutron — and ionized helium — two protons and two neutrons.

THREE MINUTES | Protons and neutrons combined all too well

After about three minutes, the universe had expanded and cooled enough for protons and neutrons to stick together. This created the very first elements: hydrogen, helium, and very small amounts of lithium and beryllium.

But it was still too hot for electrons to combine with the protons and neutrons. These free electrons floated around in a hot foggy soup that scattered light and made the universe appear dark.

This animated artist’s concept begins by showing ionized atoms (red blobs), free electrons (green blobs), and photons of light (blue flashes). The ionized atoms scattered light until neutral atoms (shown as brown blobs) formed, clearing the way for light to travel farther through space.

380 THOUSAND YEARS | Neutral atoms formed and left a blank space for light

As the universe expanded and cooled further, electrons joined atoms and made them neutral. With the electron plasma out of the way, some light could travel much farther.

An image of the cosmic microwave background (CMB) across the entire sky, taken by ESA's (European Space Agency) Planck space telescope. The CMB is the oldest light we can observe in the universe. Frozen sound waves are visible as miniscule fluctuations in temperature, shown through blue (colder) and red (warmer) coloring.

As neutral atoms formed, the sound waves created by the push and pull between subatomic particles stopped. The waves froze, leaving ripples that were slightly denser than their surroundings. The excess matter attracted even more matter, both normal and “dark.” Dark matter has gravitational influence on its surroundings but is invisible and does not interact with light.

This animation illustrates the absorption of photons — light particles — by neutral hydrogen atoms.

ALSO 380 THOUSAND YEARS | The universe became dark — call it what you want, but scientists call this time period the Dark Ages 

Other than the cosmic microwave background, there wasn't much light during this era since stars hadn’t formed yet. And what light there was usually didn't make it very far since neutral hydrogen atoms are really good at absorbing light. This kicked off an era known as the cosmic dark ages.

This animation illustrates the beginning of star formation as gas begins to clump due to gravity. These protostars heat up as material compresses inside them and throw off material at high speeds, creating shockwaves shown here as expanding rings of light.

200 MILLION YEARS | Stars created daylight (that was still blocked by hydrogen atoms)

Over time, denser areas pulled in more and more matter, in some places becoming so heavy it triggered a collapse. When the matter fell inward, it became hot enough for nuclear fusion to start, marking the birth of the first stars!

A simulation of dark matter forming structure due to gravity.

400 MILLION YEARS | Dark matter acted like an invisible string tying galaxies together

As the universe expanded, the frozen sound waves created earlier — which now included stars, gas, dust, and more elements produced by stars — stretched and continued attracting more mass. Pulling material together eventually formed the first galaxies, galaxy clusters, and wide-scale, web-like structure.

In this animation, ultraviolet light from stars ionizes hydrogen atoms by breaking off their electrons. Regions already ionized are blue and translucent, areas undergoing ionization are red and white, and regions of neutral gas are dark and opaque.

1 BILLION YEARS | Ultraviolet light from stars made the universe transparent for evermore

The first stars were massive and hot, meaning they burned their fuel supplies quickly and lived short lives. However, they gave off energetic ultraviolet light that helped break apart the neutral hydrogen around the stars and allowed light to travel farther.

Animation showing a graph of the universe’s expansion over time. While cosmic expansion slowed following the end of inflation, it began picking up the pace around 5 billion years ago. Scientists still aren't sure why.

SOMETIME AFTER 10 BILLION YEARS | Dark energy became dominant, accelerating cosmic expansion and creating a big question…?

By studying the universe’s expansion rate over time, scientists made the shocking discovery that it’s speeding up. They had thought eventually gravity should cause the matter to attract itself and slow down expansion. Some mysterious pressure, dubbed dark energy, seems to be accelerating cosmic expansion. About 10 billion years into the universe’s story, dark energy – whatever it may be – became dominant over matter.

An image of Earth rising in the Moon’s sky. Nicknamed “Earthrise,” Apollo 8 astronauts saw this sight during the first crewed mission to the Moon.

13.8 BILLION YEARS | The universe as we know it today: 359,785,714,285.7 fortnights from the beginning

We owe our universe today to each of its unique stages. However, scientists still have many questions about these eras.

Our upcoming Nancy Grace Roman Space Telescope will look back in time to explore cosmic mysteries like dark energy and dark matter – two poorly understood aspects of the universe that govern its evolution and ultimate fate.

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rindreamery · 7 months ago

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let's sugar talk !

itoshi rin has never really liked the flavor of strawberry shortcake, but you do. that'll never stop him from kissing you, though. itoshi rin x reader ─ fluff, suggestive, w.c. 700+ ─ content: kissing/making out, once again ooc rin

note. i gave myself a little break from writing the event fics to write this out, forgive me👩‍🦯 i was listening to your eyes only - enhypen, and that song inspired me to write this

strawberry shortcake is simply too sweet for rin.

the dense cake, with sugary layers of whipped cream in between and all over, and the drizzle of syrup on top makes his head spin with each bite. the sickeningly sweet aftertaste, and the way the frosting lingers on his tongue, always makes his face scrunch up into a grimace. he doesn’t see the appeal in it, he doesn’t get why other people enjoy it so much, why you enjoy it so much.

rin doesn’t like strawberry shortcake, and he's sure that not even you (persuasive, with the ability to make him change his opinion on anything) could change his mind.

but there’s something about you that makes it look so delicious. irresistible. like he wants to get a taste for himself.

or maybe, it's just you.

something about the way you look when you’ve just had a bite— the way your eyes flutter shut as you savor the taste, the way your brows relax and a look of euphoric satisfaction washes over you, like that strawberry short cake is the best thing you’ve ever tasted. but really, nothing beats the way your pink lips shine just a little more from the excess syrup, delicately glimmering under the sunlight, and the way the fluffy frosting lingers on the corners of your mouth. it makes you look sweeter, maybe even enchanting.

that’s the only way he could reason with himself on why he can’t tear his eyes away from you; you must’ve cast some spell on him and woven it deep into his mind.

because there’s no words to explain how he feels, the way he’s drawn to you each time. it’s like a pull he can’t ignore, like his eyes are cursed (blessed, in his opinion) to travel down to your lips after each delectable bite.

it’s after your fifth forkful (he doesn’t know why he started counting) when he loses to his desire. he can’t think, he can’t stop himself— the way he’s leaning across the table, finger hooking under your chin, brushing his lips against yours in a ghost of a kiss.

tickling. teasing. barely there. enough to get the remnants of syrup and cream that lingered on your pout.

rin’s pulling away before you can even respond, and he’s right back on his seat in a matter of seconds. he licks his lips slowly; the slow drag of his tongue reminds him that it’s as overwhelming as ever, just like he remembers. yet, oddly enough, he doesn’t dislike it. it tastes different— as if, in his mind, the combination of your lips and the cake makes it taste better, like the sweetness of the cake has faded and all he could taste is you.

it drives him crazy, in the best way possible. it’s addictive and he wants more.

“your lips taste good,” he states it like it’s a matter-of-fact. he relishes in the blush the blooms on the surface of your cheeks, and the way your fingers trace the outline of your bottom lip as you reel from surprise. you’re looking at him wide-eyed, and his lips curl into a barely-noticeable smile. (his heart throbs at the sight, he thinks you’re cute like this. you look sweeter than the cake in front of you.)

but then you laugh, soft and airy, and the sound ripples through the air and into his ears.

“you sure it’s not because of the cake, rinnie?” you ask with a sly smile on your face. you drag the syllables of his name in that honeyed tone of yours, and you’re lifting a fork full of the cake towards him. "give it another try." he contemplates, and he thinks of whether he’ll bite.

and he does. rin catches your wrist as the dense cake touches the corners of his mouth, his slender fingers wrapping around it, and he stops you. he holds you there, he keeps you rooted in your spot as he takes the bait, and he looks into your eyes as his lips wrap around the fork. it's dizzying, overpowering, all in unpleasant ways.

(your lips would never make him feel this way, he thinks to himself.)

the regret is evident on his face as he pulls away, slightly frowning at the taste. he thinks about drinking water, to flush out the flavor and pretend he never did that. but he takes one glance at you, and he realizes there’s a much better way to get rid of it.

the distance between the two of you becomes short-lived.

he’s leaning forward, and he’s pulling you by your wrist, all at the same time. he meets you halfway over the table, pulling you into a saccharine-filled kiss, and your gasp of surprise is quickly swallowed. it's nothing short of deep, it's fervent. he's focused on you, his mind intent on drowning out the unpleasant flavor that hangs onto his tongue.

rin kisses you until he forgets about the frosting, until all he can think about and taste is you. his lungs are starting to burn, sending signals for air— he kisses you until he needs to pull away, and only then is he satisfied with himself.

“it’s your lips,” he says breathlessly, confirming it to himself. “not that disgusting thing.”

tags. @choccorin @etoiile

#blue lock #blue lock fluff #bllk x reader #blue lock x reader #itoshi rin #itoshi rin x reader #rin itoshi fluff #rin itoshi #rin itoshi x reader

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inlovewithquestionablecharacters · 5 days ago

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John Walker X F! Reader: Reckless Admission

Summary: After a mission gone wrong leaves you injured, John can no longer keep his emotions hidden. Smut ensues.

Warnings: Smut, explicit sexual content, self blame (reader fucked up a mission), oral sex (f receiving), penetration (p in v), strong language, kissing, teasing, slow burn romance, emotional tension, light fighting, some angst, injury mention, mild violence, possessive behavior, no use of y/n, fluff, happy ending.

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You felt like a fucking idiot.

The entire flight back, you couldn’t stop cursing yourself.

How could you have been so stupid? How did you not see the guy before he took the shot?

It was a fucking amateur move. It wasn’t something an Avenger should have done. Which meant it wasn’t something you should have done. But it had happened all the same. And now you were going to have to deal with the consequences.

Your brain wouldn’t stop spiraling, running through every possible fight you were about to get into the second the team saw you. You knew they’d blame you—and you’d take it, because it was your fault.

Your fuck-up. Your stupid move that had almost thrown the entire mission off the rails.

You weren’t arrogant enough to deny that. So you just sat there in silence the whole way home, rehearsing for what was sure to be the most uncomfortable evening of your life.

You barely even felt the bullet wound anymore. Barely smelled the blood. But it was there—drying, crusting. A dull reminder beneath the suit.

You were so buried in your own thoughts that you didn’t notice the way John's eyes flicked to you every now and then.

Watching. Measuring. Making sure you didn’t knock yourself out from blood loss.

He was keeping an eye on you—because he always did, even if you were too dense to see it. But this time, there was something else in his expression. Something quieter. Angrier.

It wasn’t just concern. There was rage coiled beneath it. A restrained kind of fury. Because how could you have been so fucking stupid?

If he hadn’t been there, you probably wouldn’t still be breathing.

Had you even stopped to think what that would’ve meant for the team?

For him?

Probably not.

Not that he could blame you—not really. It wasn’t like he’d ever made it crystal clear how he felt about you. At least, not in a way you seemed to pick up on. He cared. More than he cared about the rest of the team. That much was true. He’d lost people before. He knew what that felt like. And he sure as hell wasn’t planning on losing you.

The moment you stepped off the jet, voices started filling your head. Not the anxious kind that usually followed a fucked-up mission, but actual voices—real teammates, completely unaware you were still bleeding through your suit. And you let them talk shit. You just stood there, hollow, listening to the bickering around you about how you’d fucked up, how you’d almost ruined everything.

You took it, because you felt like you deserved it.

Maybe if Bob had been here, he’d have shut them down. But he was still somewhere up in the tower, doing God knows what.

“Hey, can you all just shut the fuck up? Can’t you see she’s fucking bleeding?”

Your eyes snapped up at the sound, your head turning to face the owner of the voice.

John stood beside you, his spine rigid as he spoke.

You hadn’t expected him to defend you. If anything, you thought he’d join the rest of the team as they chewed you out.

He’d saved you, and you were sure that if he hadn’t been there, you probably wouldn’t be standing here right now.

John avoided your gaze, even though he could feel your eyes on the back of his head. He couldn’t look at you right now, because if he did, he’d most likely say or do something stupid. So he kept his eyes on the rest of the teammates, silently daring them to keep talking.

Under many other circumstances, Ava would have probably chewed him out about something, or Yelena would have made a smart comment. But the look on his face—this raw rage that had become more and more unexpected in recent months—kept the rest of the team silent.

You were all tired. You were all full of adrenaline. Someone was about to say something they’d regret. You could feel it in the air.

So none of you spoke.

The rest of the team moved silently into the tower, leaving you and John alone outside. You hadn’t stopped looking at him since he’d spoken. You felt the urge to say thank you, but just as you opened your mouth, his words cut through the silence.

“Get to the medbay. You need to patch that thing up.”

He hadn’t even waited for you to respond before walking toward the building, leaving you outside alone. Suddenly, you felt the urge to cry, but you bottled it down, shaking your head as you followed the rest of the team inside.

This whole patching-up thing would’ve been a lot easier with an extra pair of hands. But you felt too bad about yourself to ask for help. So here you were, ripping gauze with your teeth as you tried—unsuccessfully—to patch up the wound on your arm.

The bullet had gone clean through, which was a good thing. It meant you didn’t have to extract it yourself, which you were sure would’ve been an awful process to do alone. But that also meant you needed stitches. Stitching yourself up wasn’t exactly the most fun process. You’d managed through gritted teeth and small curses.

But you’d managed.

Once you’d finally covered the wound with the proper amount of gauze and tape, you allowed yourself to sit on the cot, eyes staring out into the city through the window.

The urge to cry bubbled up again. This time, you allowed yourself to feel it—because you were alone. You felt comfortable being vulnerable alone. The sound of your cries echoed through the tiny room. You hadn’t expected anyone to hear it. It was quite possible they wouldn’t.

But John was in the room. And with no doors or walls stopping the sound from reaching his ears, it was impossible to ignore.

He suddenly felt like a fucking asshole.

He thought about leaving. Thought about silently exiting the room, leaving you to cry by yourself. But he pushed the thought down as soon as it came to his brain—because he couldn’t. He couldn’t physically remove himself from the room knowing you were suffering inside it. Maybe that made him soft. Maybe he was okay with that.

He made his way over to you in silent steps. He didn’t want to freak you out, but he also knew he needed to make his presence known—especially if his intention was to comfort you.

Your hands covered your eyes as you cried, your body shaking softly with every sob. John reached out a hand, stopping an inch from your shoulder.

He hesitated.

Was he doing the right thing? Would he be able to talk to you without getting pissed? Probably not. But he’d try his best.

Your head snapped up at the feeling of something touching your shoulder. Your tear-covered eyes met John’s baby blue ones. Your face was wet from crying. You felt pathetic, and you were sure you looked it too.

John didn’t say anything. He just looked at you for a moment. You stared right back at him. Then your lip quivered, and before he could react, you reached out for him—hands wrapping around his chest as you buried your face in his shirt. He hadn’t been expecting that. If anything, he’d expected you to tell him to fuck off.

It was a rather nice surprise.

He let you cling to him, his hands moving in small circles on your back as you continued to cry into his shirt. He could feel the wetness of your tears leaking through the fabric and into his skin.

“I’m sorry,” you said through a sob.

God, he was such a dick.

“Shhh, it’s okay.”

It wasn’t okay. You knew it wasn’t okay. But you let him comfort you, because if you were going to be truthful��you needed it. More than you cared to admit.

You slowly pulled back just enough to catch your breath, your chest rising and falling unevenly as you wiped at your wet cheeks.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered again, voice cracking. “I fucked everything up.”

John’s eyes narrowed just slightly, and he didn’t hide the bluntness in his tone.

“Yeah, you did.”

The words hit harder than you expected, and you bristled immediately.

“Wow, thanks. You don’t have to rub it in.”

He stared at you, unflinching.

“I’m not rubbing it in.”

“Then why say it like that?”

John sighed, frustration threading through his voice.

“Because you need to hear it.”

You crossed your arms, anger bubbling up.

“Well, maybe I don’t. Maybe I’m already beating myself up enough without you piling on.”

Of course you two were going to have at it. Of course his desire to comfort you would turn into a fight. That’s just the way he was wired. No matter how much he tried, he couldn’t escape it—this anger, this aggressiveness that always seemed to bubble just under his skin.

It didn’t help that you were just like him. Just as ill-tempered. Just as ready to snap back and defend yourself. Because yes, you’d fucked up. He didn’t need to rub it in. You didn’t need him reminding you of the things you already thought about yourself. And he hadn’t intended to. He truly hadn’t. Of course, that was the way you’d taken it.

John stepped back, his hands going over his face. It had been months since he noticed he had a thing for you. Months since he realized just how much he cared about you—about your well-being. He hadn’t really thought about how he’d tell you. This was definitely not the situation he would’ve imagined.

But maybe it was perfect this way. Maybe it fit with the way you two were wired. He’d confesse to you in a fight.

Wasn’t that just fucking poetic?

“It’s not about your fuck-up!”

“Oh yeah, John? So enlighten me—what is this about?”

“It’s about you being so fucking reckless that you’re gonna end up getting yourself killed.”

You let out a sarcastic laugh, and the sound made his blood boil even more.

“Like you fucking care.”

And that was the breaking point.

Because what the hell did you mean—he didn’t care?

Okay, John wasn’t the most cuddly person, but he never ever went out of his way to make you feel like he didn’t give a shit about you.

You were both standing now, chests heaving.

He took a step forward, towering over you, jabbing his finger at your chest.

“Don’t fucking say that.”

“Why the hell not, Walker?”

John’s eyes darkened, the frustration and worry swirling in them like a storm.

“Because I do care,” he growled, voice low but fierce. “More than you realize.”

You narrowed your eyes, crossing your arms defensively.

“Then why do you always act like I’m a screw-up? Like I’m not worth the trouble?”

His finger dropped from your chest, but his stance stayed firm.

“Because I’m scared,” he admitted, voice cracking just enough to show how much it hurt. “Scared of losing you. Scared you’re gonna get yourself killed and there’s nothing I can do to stop it.”

You blinked, the fight faltering for a heartbeat.

Oh, you had not expected that.

There were a million other things you thought he might say, but what he did? No—you never expected that.

You didn’t know how to answer, so you just stood there for a moment, gazing up at him, watching his chest rise and fall with anger.

You’d riled him up because you’d expected him to put you down.

But this—this was something else entirely.

You reached for him before you even realized what you were doing, hands clawing at his shirt as you pushed your face to his, crashing your lips together.

Your lips moved against his with a fierce urgency—everything you’d been holding back pouring out in the desperate press of your mouth against his.

His hands found your waist, gripping firmly as if anchoring himself to you, while your fingers tangled in the fabric of his shirt, pulling him closer.

The roughness of his calloused hands contrasted with the softness of your skin, sending sparks of heat rippling through you.

You felt the sharp intake of his breath as he deepened the kiss, his mouth moving against yours with a growing hunger. His body pressed harder against yours, every inch of him taut and demanding.

You hadn’t even realized you’d moved back from where you were standing until your back hit the wall. You let out a soft gasp, lips parting to allow John to tangle his tongue with yours.

There was no restraint. There was no fear.

There was only passion—and you adored it.

John was completely lost in it, his hands roaming over your body as he tried to grab onto any part of you. He was being rough with it—and it wasn’t like you were complaining.

But then he pushed you a little too hard, and your shoulder bumped into the wall—right on the spot you had wounded.

You hissed.

The moment you did, John pulled back.

“Did I—”

“No, okay, it’s okay. Don’t stop.”

John hesitated for a moment, his eyes trailing over the gauze on your shoulder. The fervent desire that had been coursing through his body faltered for a moment.

You were hurt. He’d known it, but seeing it—actually looking at the place where your wound was covered—made his heart ache a bit.

“John.” You called his name softly, one of your hands moving up to cup his cheek, forcing him to look at you. “I’m okay. I promise.”

John pressed his forehead against yours, letting out a shuddered sigh. “Don’t ever do that again.”

You knew he was talking about getting hurt, but it wasn’t exactly something you could always stop. “I’m not in control of that. Not always.”

John sighed because he knew it was true. You were superheroes. Of course you’d get hurt one moment or another. That didn’t mean you had to do it alone.

“I know. Just… ask for help next time. Let me…” He stopped for a moment, suddenly self-conscious. But he forced himself to continue because it felt important to say. “Let me take care of you.”

You gave him a soft smile—it was the most tender side he’d ever seen come from you. You pushed your lips against his, softer this time.

“Okay,” you whispered.

When his lips met yours again, the fire that had been burning was still there, but it was softer now—followed by something that wasn’t just lust, but love.

You sighed as he moved his lips to the side of your neck, your head tilting up to give him better access.

His fingers trailed against your hips, kneading the skin there gently.

When his hand slipped beneath your shirt, you let out a soft gasp—not expecting the warmth of his palm on your body.

John pulled away for a moment, gazing up into your eyes.

“Can I take this off?”

You gave him a quick nod, arms raising to help him.

You grimaced as the movement sent a small sting of pain through your wound. It wasn’t anything too bad, but John placed a kiss on your shoulder to distract you.

You hummed at the gesture, hands moving to cradle his head as he made his way down your body.

Every inch of skin revealed to John was treated with reverence and love.

He kissed every inch of you—from your lips down to your calves.

You were having a hard time standing, desire clouding your brain and turning your body into mush.

John seemed to notice, causing him to call out your name.

“You alright?”

You grinned down at him, your hand moving against his beard.

“I’m perfect.”

John seemed satisfied with your answer for the time being. His hands framed your thighs, steadying you as he kissed along your inner thighs—careful and slow, worshipping every inch of your skin.

Your hips bucked up unconsciously. It was clear from the wet patch in your underwear that you needed him.

His chest swelled with pride.

John moved one of his fingers along your clothed cunt. You let out a soft whine.

“Please.”

“Don’t need to beg, baby. I’ll give it to you. Just relax.”

He pushed your underwear down your legs before tugging one of your legs onto his shoulders.

After what felt like an eternity, John’s tongue flicked out.

You tangled your fingers in his hair, pulling him closer, your breath hitching as his lips wrapped around your clit.

John’s tongue moved with slow, teasing strokes, each flick sending shivers rippling through your body.

“You taste so good,” he murmured against you, voice low and husky.

You gasped, fingers tightening in his hair. “John…”

He looked up briefly, eyes locking with yours, full of hunger and something softer underneath.

“I want to make you feel amazing,” he whispered, pressing a gentle kiss just above your clit before diving back in.

Your breath hitched, body trembling as waves of pleasure built steadily.

“Tell me if it’s too much,” he said, voice rough with need. “I want to know everything you want.”

You managed a shaky smile. “Don’t stop. Please.”

His lips curled into a satisfied smirk, tongue swirling in circles that drove you higher, his fingers slipping inside you to caress your pussy with practiced ease.

“God, you’re perfect,” he breathed, the words sending a fresh rush of warmth flooding through you.

You moaned, head falling back against the cool wall, the contrast making the sensation even more intense. John’s rhythm never faltered, each movement calibrated to push you closer to the edge. You could feel it coming—you just needed a little push for your orgasm to wash over you.

And John was prepared to give it to you.

“Come on, baby. Cum for me.”

And you did. You came with a cry, hands moving over the wall as you tried to hold onto reality. John continued to lick at you, cleaning your cum up like it was the best thing he’d ever tasted.

John pulled back slowly, his lips glistening with you. He looked up at you, eyes dark and satisfied, but there was a softness there too. You reached down, brushing your fingers through his hair, still trembling from the waves of pleasure crashing over you. Something about your fucked out face snapped somthing inside him.

“Not done yet,” John murmured, his voice rough as he pressed a lingering kiss to your inner thigh.

You swallowed hard, feeling the ache of wanting more. You wondered if you’d ever have enough of him. You doubted it.

John stood up after gently placing your foot back onto the ground. Your leg ached slightly, but it was soon forgotten as John kissed you again. You could taste yourself on his lips.

Your hands tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, matching his hunger with your own desperate need.

You weren’t the only one who was still needy. Heat radiated off John’s body as his hands moved to cup your ass, his hard on pressing urgent and unforgiving against you.

How you wished to feel him inside.

John’s breath hitched as he pressed you harder against the cool wall. His hands gripped your hips possessively, thumbs digging into your skin as he ground his hardness against you with slow ruts

“You want this, don’t you? My reckless girl,” he murmured, his voice a rough tease, eyes dark with hunger and something fiercer beneath.

You gasped, fingers clutching at his shirt as your hips rolled instinctively, craving more. His reckless girl. Because yes, you were his—and there was no denying that. The ache between your legs grew unbearable, burning with desire and raw need.

John’s lips found your neck again, teeth grazing the tender skin and eliciting a sharp moan from you. Your hands slid under the hem of his shirt, fingertips tracing the curve of his muscles. It felt unfair how overdressed he was compared to you.

John seemed to read your thoughts because he backed away slightly and pulled his shirt off.

Your nipples dragged against his bare chest as he pulled you into another bruising kiss. You whined as you felt him roll his clothed dick against you for the hundredth time. You couldn’t handle all this teasing—you needed him, and you needed him now.

Your hands moved over to his pants, fingers grazing the belt. He glanced down at the waistband, then back up at your flushed face, a wicked grin spreading across his lips. He replaced your hands with his own, moving yours to hold onto his shoulders. You watched as he slowly, deliberately hooked his thumbs beneath the belt loops and began to unbuckle them, his eyes never leaving yours.

You licked your lips unconsciously, as his dick was finally free from its confines. You’d been craving him for a long time—maybe longer than you cared to admit—and you were sure it was clear on your face. John placed his fingers under your chin, forcing you to look up and meet his gaze. His eyes were dark with desire and something else—something possessive.

He pulled you into a steamy kiss, groaning as his dick came into contact with your slick folds.

“You’re mine,” he murmured against your lips, voice low and fierce. “And I’m gonna make sure you never forget it.”

You couldn’t trust your mouth at that moment, so you just gave him a soft nod.

“Ready for me?” he asked.

“Yeah,” you breathed.

“Say you’re mine.”

“I’m yours, John.”

Satisfied, he pushed in. You hissed at the feeling, trying to get used to his length. John noticed your discomfort and paused the movement of his hips for a moment. It was taking everything in him not to just ram inside you.

Your hands clawed at his back, surely leaving marks. He didn’t care—in fact, he enjoyed the thought of having a reminder of you on his body.

“John, please move.”

He did as you asked, thrusting forward.

John’s hips began a steady, deep rhythm—slow and deliberate at first, giving you time to adjust to the stretch, the fullness of him inside you. His hands found your waist, gripping firmly, holding you close as he drove into you. The roughness in his movements was laced with a fierce urgency, a hunger that matched your own.

Your breath hitched as his body moved in time with yours, every thrust sending jolts of pleasure that blurred the sharp edges of pain from your wound. The cold wall pressed against your back, grounding you, contrasting with the fire burning between your legs.

John’s voice dropped low, thick with want. “God, you feel so good.”

“So do you.”

“Yeah?”

“Mhm—fuck, I’m getting close.”

You moaned, your nails digging into his shoulders as he picked up the pace, hips snapping harder against yours. The sound of skin meeting skin echoed faintly in the small medbay, your ragged breaths mingling with his deep groans.

His lips found your neck again, teeth grazing the sensitive skin just below your ear.

“Want you to cum with me. Can you hold on a little longer, baby? Huh? Can you wait for me?”

You nodded dumbly, already so far gone you were surprised you could even process what he was saying.

Your body trembled under his touch, pleasure rising fast and fierce. You clung to him as the waves built, each thrust driving you closer to the edge. The heat inside you pooled and spilled over, your voice breaking free in a shuddered cry.

John groaned deep in his chest, hands tightening on your hips as he chased his own release, the tension coiling tighter with every stroke.

“Cum, baby. Go ahead,” he rasped, voice thick with need.

With one last, powerful thrust, you both tumbled over the edge—your cries mingling, breathless and raw.

Your bodies stilled, clinging to one another in the aftermath. His chest heaved against yours, damp with sweat, the sound of your synchronized breathing filling the quiet space.

John didn’t pull away right away. Instead, he buried his face in the crook of your neck, lips brushing tenderly over your skin, as though grounding himself in the moment. One of his hands came up to cradle the back of your head, the other smoothing gently down your spine.

“You okay?” he murmured, voice rough but softer now, laced with concern.

You nodded, still catching your breath. “Yeah… I’m good. Really good.”

A low chuckle rumbled in his chest, warm and fond. He leaned back just enough to look at you, his fingers brushing a few strands of hair from your face. His eyes, once dark with lust, were now gentler—softer, searching.

“I meant what I said,” he told you quietly.

“I know you did, John.”

Your hand found his jaw, thumb stroking along the stubble there.

“I promise I'll be more careful.”

He kissed you again—slow this time, without heat, just closeness. His lips lingered on yours like a promise, like he wanted to seal the moment into something more than just physical.

When he pulled back, he rested his forehead against yours, his breath warm as it fanned across your cheek. His arms wrapped fully around you, holding you close, grounding you against his bare chest.

“You scare the hell out of me sometimes,” he murmured with a faint smile, voice rough with leftover emotion. “But I wouldn’t change a damn thing about you.”

You closed your eyes, letting yourself sink into him. “Even when I drive you insane?”

“Especially then.”

You laughed softly, and the sound made something flicker in his expression—something tender and unguarded. His thumb brushed slow circles against your hip as silence fell over you both, the kind that didn’t feel heavy or awkward, but full.

“I’m not going anywhere, you know,” you whispered, the confession slipping out as natural as breath.

He pulled you in tighter. “Good. 'Cause I don’t think I’d let you.”

And for a long, still moment, you just stayed there—tangled up in each other, the chaos of the world outside forgotten. Just you and him, in the quiet after. Safe in each other's arms.

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♡ 𝔓𝔞𝔦𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤: Breeder bull San x Dairy farm owner Reader ♡ 𝔖𝔲𝔪𝔪𝔞𝔯𝔶: You try to make San wait until you've finished working on the farm before giving him your full attention and giving him what he wants so badly. However, you eventually give in to his pouting lips and seductive looks, and end up milking him dry. ♡ 𝔊𝔢𝔫𝔯𝔢 / 𝔄𝔲 / 𝔗𝔯𝔬𝔭𝔢: Smut, Hybrids!Au, Established Relationship, Dairy farm!AU ♡ ℜ𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤: 18+ / 21+ / MDNI ♡ 𝔚𝔬𝔯𝔡 𝔠𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔱: 5.3 k ♡ 𝔚𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰: Soft!San, Soft!reader, hyperspermia, impregnation kink, breeding kink, cum play, cock worship, nipple play, nipple licking, pussy rubbing, come inflation, pet names, dirty talk, hand job, praise kink, milking, masturbation, cock milking, wet and dirty, explicit sexual content, explicit language, and more. ♡ net: @cultofdionysusnet @k-vanity ♡ 𝔄|𝔑: Well, my sugar bunnies, welcome to the new Dairy Farm universe from me, where you'll find all kinds of hot, insatiable breeder bulls who can't wait to feed you their thick, sweet cream. I didn't plan on writing a full-length, but that's what happened. So, I hope you have lots of fun playing with soft, needy breeder bull San.

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“Mmm... Chagiya, could you... please? I need it so badly. Please, milk me... I'll behave nicely, I promise you, Chagi...' The soft, whimpering notes were easily discernible in San's honey-sweet voice, thick and viscous as golden syrup. He shuffled up beside you, impatiently shifting from foot to foot and almost childishly charmingly crumpling the dense, rough fabric of his baggy, dark blue denim jumpsuit in his large, sweat-slightly damp palms.

One of the wide straps of his overalls, decorated with a big metallic heart-shaped buckle, had completely slipped off his broad, sturdy shoulder, exposing his bulky, well-muscled chest and clearly defined abs, tempting you to touch him and run your hand over his superb body to feel the soft smoothness and pleasantly lingering warmth of his sun-kissed skin, glistening with a thin veil of fragrant cocoa oil and sweat apparent from the stifling heat of the barn.

Even though you asked the boys more than once to leave the barn doors and windows ajar to let the pulsating heat that had built up in the room dissipate a little, all your requests fell on deaf ears, as it seemed that the bulls were thoroughly enjoying the thick haze of hot air which enveloped their bodies like a second skin and made them sweat, causing them to resemble honey-glazed doughnuts.

“Sannie.” You exhale with a certain weariness when your big, hot-in-every-sense boy wraps his large arms around your waist and pulls you towards him until you can feel the hollow, rhythmic beating of his heart against your back. As soon as you are in his arms, San immediately buries his flushed, pretty face in your neck, breathing in your soft, creamy scent deeply and letting out a loud, satisfied hum. “Baby, I've still got a lot to do today...” You wanted to sound as strict as possible, but instead, your voice trembles with gradually increasing excitement as San's little kitty tongue starts to caress the delicate, thin skin on your neck, leaving a wet trail of saliva behind.

Your reaction does not go unnoticed by him, and with a quiet, sobbing moan, San pushes his strong, muscular thighs into you, pressing his huge, rock-hard length against the softly plush flesh of your pretty bubble butt for a moment, letting you fully feel how desperately he needed your attention and touch.

Your handsome breeder bull had been following you around all day, constantly begging for your affection, and this even might have been quite endearing, especially considering how adorable San was. With his natural strawberry-coloured blush, shiny with saliva, sweetly pouty rose-coloured lips, and moist, sultry gaze, he was a real eye candy, and maybe on any other day, you would have given San absolutely everything he wanted without a second thought, if only you weren't so busy today trying to clean up the barn he shared with your other stud bulls, Mingi and Hongjoong.

But, much to your disappointment, San seemed to be particularly persistent today and wanted to have you all for himself, although this was not surprising, since, like any other stud bull at full maturity and ready for insemination, he required a higher level of caring and more frequent sexual service.

Therefore, he constantly distracted you from your work, perhaps not as insistently and passionately as Mingi or Joong usually did, but his soft whining and pouting pink lips, to say the least, made it very difficult for you to concentrate on the tasks at hand.

"I really, really want this...' San's moist, feverishly hot breath spreads across your skin with every word he utters, causing it to tingle and crawl with goosebumps. “Please...' He gently rubs his incredibly beautiful face against your shoulder in a bid to tempt you, which strangely reminds you of a certain black fox with the most mesmerising asymmetrical eyes and a heavy, velvety gaze. Though you shouldn't be too surprised at the way San has picked up some of Wooyoung's mannerisms really quickly, since the two of them have been completely inseparable lately.

Another long, sugary whimper, accompanied by a shower of air kisses, makes you exhale in defeat. You raise one of your hands and run your fingers through the messy, fluffy hair of your handsome breeder. This causes San to let out a loud, satisfied hum, thrusting his hips into you again in an attempt to push his impressive, thick length between your plump buttocks.

Perhaps by this point, San was feeling himself a little on edge, but how could he not when his fat, ten-inch cock from the very morning desperately wanted your attention. His massive girth twitched and throbbed in the confining tightness of his briefs, copiously leaking with pre-cum and yearning to be fondled and milked to dryness, and his testicles were so heavy and swollen with milky, thick sperm that now it was starting to make him feel physically uncomfortable. San was in desperate need of some kind of pressure relief; otherwise, he might just lose control and explode from the sheer arousal.

"Very well, San, you have won. Let's take care of you, my big boy. Go and get yourself ready for me, baby.' You didn't have to tell him twice, because as soon as those words flew from your soft, kissable lips, San left one last wet smack on your shoulder and let you out of his grip.

He was almost vibrating with excitement as he quickly made his way to the large, soft pile of freshly cut hay at the back of the barn, impatiently pulling off his jumpsuit, which he had grown tired of.

Usually, you preferred to milk your sexy stud bulls in a more intimate and comfortable setting, giving them only the best and highest quality service, but it seems that now you will have to adapt to the circumstances. However, judging by how satisfied San looked, sprawled out in a cloud of golden, sweet-smelling hay, he didn't care much whether you milked him in the midst of luxurious plush pillows on your bed or in a sensual steam bath; the main thing was that he could finally feed you with his milky, rich sperm.

San impatiently fidgets in his spot, thrusting his potent, muscular thighs upwards invitingly to draw your attention to the massive bulge in his teensy boxers, which were completely soaked from the copious amounts of pre-cum gushing out of him. The white cotton fabric was almost transparent, clinging to his body like a second skin and perfectly outlining the contour of his luscious ten-inch cock and big, velvety testicles. And you can't help but notice the swollen, reddened head peeking fully out from under the wide, elasticated elastic of his briefs.

The sight is so seductive that your mouth immediately fills with saliva, and you unconsciously lick your lips, as if you were hoping to taste the creamy, lavish flavour of his sperm, which flows profusely from the tiny, throbbing slit at the plump, rounded tip of his cock.

Watching all this, you also make a mental note to yourself to get San some new underwear, as it seems that his current one no longer accommodates his massive size. All of your boys were luxurious, purebred bull inseminators, and each of them were extremely gifted in terms of the size of their cocks and copious amounts of sperm production, which was considered very prestigious and valuable in the dairy farming business.

And you were undoubtedly proud to be the owner of such magnificent male specimens as San, Mingi and Hongjoong.

You purposely don't rush to approach him, taking your sweet time, and with deliberate slowness you finish folding their freshly laundered clothes, which frustrates San so much that he lets out a loud, needy moan, impatiently wiggling his hips and arching his back a bit.

"Chagi, please hurry up. I need this so badly..." San whimpered pitifully, throwing his head back and pushing his hips upwards in an unsuccessful attempt to get his much-desired relief.

A slight smug smile touches your plump, strawberry-kissable lips as you hear him whine loudly, and you won't lie, saying it doesn't turn you on. You know it won't be long before San stops acting like this, once he understands how to deal with his insatiable libido and how to behave when he needs to get laid or milked. You also have no doubt that Mingi and Hongjoong will quickly convey to San the concept that you are, among other things, their inbred heifer and as your breeder, he can take you whenever he wants. So, you should take your sweet time and enjoy that kind of San while you have the opportunity.

“Well, well, big boy, just give me one more minute...” You coo sweetly, placing the colourful patchwork blanket with the rest of the folded items before finally walking over to the young bull, who is clearly impatient, and kneeling down beside him.

The soft, grassy aroma of hay and wildflowers mixed with San's natural spicy-musky scent immediately invades all your senses, enveloping you like a blanket as soon as you're near him. Unconsciously you take a deep breath, covering your eyes in pleasure as the lush, intoxicating scent settles in your lungs and makes your head spin.

For a moment you wonder if your bulls might be releasing pheromones to attract potential partners to mate, like Wooyoung or your precious twin bunnies, Hwa and Seonghwa do, or if it was something to do with the enzyme that is produced when they produce sperm, but either way, you always got too soft, needy, and embarrassingly wet between your legs in the presence of one of your bulls.

You run your hand lightly over San's crotch, feeling his massive bulge twitching and pulsing beneath your touch. Even this slight contact causes a new, copious amount of viscous, clear fluid to spurt out of the swollen, tiny slit on the angrily reddened, rounded head, making even more mess on the toned muscles of his sculpted abs and soaking into the already wet and sticky fabric of his boxers, which encased his amazingly thick, erect dick to the point where you could easily see the seductive contours of the swollen veins stretching along its velvety length.

‘Just look at you, pretty boy.’ You begin sweetly, gently groping the delicious hardness of his impressive cock with your fingers. "You've already made such a huge mess, and I haven't even touched you properly. Tell me, did you think about me all that time?' Your words float in the air as you run the pad of your thumb over the swollen tip, spreading the viscous pre-cum over it and causing a noticeable shiver to run through his glorious, lean body.

'Y-yes, yes... I am always thinking about you.' San whimpers, giving you a heavy, lust-filled look from beneath his long, fluffy eyelashes. ‘About how much I want to breed you and feed you my cum. Please, Chagi, I want it so bad." He says, arcing his back, tipping his head back and exposing his long, seductive neck to you, with a scattering of star-freckles along the left side, at the same time pushing his hips up slightly in an attempt to get more of your touch.

'How can I refuse you when you ask me so prettily?'

It would seem that San couldn't feel more turned on, but the way you say those words while hooking your fingers into the wide elastic of his boxers ignites a new flame of lust beneath his sweat-damp golden skin. Uninterrupted, convulsive gasps and sobs of 'please' and 'thank you' come off his naturally pouty, plump lips as he fidgets impatiently in his spot.

You say nothing, figuring he's had enough patience for today. Instead, you slowly pull down his soaked briefs, finally exposing his attention-seeking cock from the tight shackles of his underwear. As the white, sticky fabric gathers beneath his luscious buttocks, San lifts his hips up for you so that you can more easily remove his briefs, causing his thick length to slap against his perfectly sculpted abs with a loud, wet sound, splashing heavy, thick drops of pre-cum across his chiselled muscles.

The thick, velvety length was fiercely reddened and covered in a thick layer of pre-sperm, like the most exquisitely decadent treat prepared just for you. His big, heavy balls were fuller and tighter than usual, giving a clear sense of how much cum he was ready to be given you.

You heavily swallow, feeling the saliva build up in your mouth and how the warm, viscous mucus flowing out of your little, plump pussy, moistening your silky folds and making your simple, cotton panties uncomfortably wet and sticky to the touch.

Once again you made realise that no matter how many times you saw their cocks, you would never cease to be in awe of how amazingly gifted and voluptuousness your gorgeous bulls were. You always have exquisite pleasure you derived from the warm weight of their testicles and members against your tongue and palm, although this was in no way comparable to the profound satisfaction you felt when they filled your pussy and tight, perky ass to the brim.

Or maybe you're just a huge slut for a good cock, and San definitely has one. His cock was so damn beautiful, so incredibly thick, juicy and wiry, all glistening from copious streams of pre-cum leaking from the swollen, reddened head and flowing down the length, dirtying his big testicles and pooling between his plump, plush buttocks.

There was so much to look at, so much to play with, lick, suck, drink and choke on — so much to worship. And that is exactly what you are going to do right now, though.

Once his underwear was off, you tossed it aside so that it wouldn't get tangled in your arms and focused all your attention on his eager cock. The useless piece of translucent cloth landed on the floor with an embarrassingly loud squelching sound, reminding you once again of how aroused San was and how badly he needed to be milked.

'You look so stunning.' You breathe out with amazement. Unable to resist, you run your hand over San's naked, heated body, lovingly stroking his strong, meaty thighs and the textured of his belly and broad, muscular chest before sliding your hand down and touching him where San wants it most. Long strands of pre-cum tug at your fingertips as you slide them along his massive length, feeling how damn hard and tense he was. Vision is so lewd that it makes you want put your fingers in your mouth to taste him, but for now you decide to save that for later.

‘Please don't tease me...’ San begs you, pleadingly. "I promise I won't disappoint. I have so much cream for you...' A deep berry blush flashes across his cheeks as he finishes speaking.

'I don't doubt it, darling. I know how much you can give me, because you're such a good boy.'

"Only your good boy." San corrects you, sinking his teeth into his plump bottom lip as you stop your teasing caresses and instead wrap your palm completely around his big, firm shaft. Due to his impressive girth, your fingers can barely close together, leaving a couple of centimetres of space between them.

The filthy, perverted sight makes your pulse quicken, and you squirm in your seat, trying to squeeze your thighs tighter in an attempt to ease the pressure that has begun to build up between your legs. As you move, the soft cotton of your plain panties rubs lightly against your sensitive clitor and a low, lingering moan escapes your lips. The enthusiastic reaction of your body to this was making you roll your eyes because even as a whiny, aching mess, San had so much power over you.

You slowly guide your hand upwards from the thick, swollen base to the sensitive head, circling the tender, moist flesh with the pad of your thumb before making a movement in the opposite direction while turning your wrist in a circle to double the stimulation.

The perfect muscles on San's stomach tense like steel ropes as he arches his back and pushes his golden, muscular thighs upward, looking for more. His eyes roll up with pleasure, and his mouth opens in a long, jerky moan that sounds unlike anything else you've ever heard from him before. It's something beyond, straight out of raw, high-quality porn – a hot, slutty, lust-filled, needy sound that sounds like something between a sweet sob and a low, deep mooing. A sound that is wanted to be swallowed right out of his beautiful, soft mouth.

‘Feeling good, baby?’ You ask, looking at San's flushed, sweat-damp face with a few strands of his long hair stuck to it. Damn, he already looks completely fucked, with his cat-like eyes half-closed and unfocused, full of voluptuous, languid lust; his naturally pouty lips are slightly parted, with a small trickle of saliva hanging from the corner; and his fluffy hair is dishevelled, with a few golden hay straws stuck to it.

‘Yeah, so fucking good...’ San's eyes roll back in pleasure as he throws his head back, breathes hard and wheezes as you change your pace and move to softer, slower strokes. 'You make me feel so good!' He thrusts his powerful, muscular thighs roughly, driving his dick insistently into your fist, making his heavy, straining testicles slap against your hand every time he thrusts his magnificent hips upwards. The sound of flesh hitting flesh, wet and sticky, sends a burning shiver of arousal down your spine. You feel how a new, copious stream of mucus gushing from your cunt makes your pretty panties soaked through, and you won't be surprised if you soon start dripping through the fabric. ‘More, please, give me more...’ Another loud whimper from San cuts through the thick, stuffy air of the barn, and you chuckle slightly at it.

Nevertheless, you speed up the movements of your hand on his cock, jacking the massive length at a fast pace and slowing down only to fondle the thick, swollen head and smear pre-cum around it. With your other hand, you slide between his spread thighs and cup his velvety, large ones in your palm, shaking them a few times to get a feel of their fullness and weight before you begin to gently massage, doubling his pleasure.

The contrast between the roughness and speed with which you jerk him off and the gentleness and sensuality with which you caress his balls drives San crazy. His heavy, big cock twitches in your grip; the tempting thick veins pulse at your touch; and more and more pre-sperm drips from the blood-filled head. The transparent, pearly fluid drips downwards, creating small, glistening pools in the deep crevices of his sculpted, strong abs. As you move your hand along his length, the sound of your palm pressing against his flesh is accompanied by a disgustingly loud, squelching noise.

“You're doing so well, Sannie. So fucking good for me.' You praise him sweetly, knowing full well how much your gorgeous bull desires your praise. It was no secret that all hybrids, no matter how dominant, were attention whores, always desperate to be showered with compliments.

And San is fully justifying it, sobbing sweetly and shaking his head from side to side as he tries to cope with the onslaught of pleasure washing over his entire body like a tidal wave.

You feel so powerful in that moment, watching your strong, powerful, passionate bull fall apart for you, whimpering pitifully and moaning relentlessly.

You can feel his cum-filled balls clenching rhythmically under your touch, letting you know that he is close to orgasm. On any other day, you would play with him for as long as he could stand it, stretching out the pleasure and turning it into exquisite torture, but today you have no intention of denying him, considering he has been following you around like a puppy dog since this morning.

“Fuck, yeahhhh... Please don't stop... I'm so damn close...” He whimpers.

“Mmm, yeah, that's it, baby. Cum for me, pretty boy. I want your sweet cream.” You coo, pressing the pad of your thumb against the sensitive spot at the base of his cock and squeezing his tender scrotum in your palm, knowing full well that drives San crazy. 'Come on, big boy. Show me how much you like it...'

The thrusts and jiggles of his thick, meaty thighs become more and more erratic and inconsistent, and his sobs become louder and shrill. Your hand clenches a little tighter around his cock, eliciting another gasping, shuddering moan from San, pushing him to the edge of pleasure with each passing second.

'You want to be a good boy for me, don't you, baby?'

‘Mmmm... I am a good boy.” Whimpers, San. His gorgeous body shakes with faint convulsions of ecstasy, his cock twitches, and you hold your breath as you see the first milky drops of his cum begin to spurt from his tip.

“That's right, baby.” You hum, squeezing the warm, velvety testicles tighter in the palm of your hand. ‘And you know what a good boy would do?’ You ask.

‘W-what?’ San barely whispers to you. He barely opens his cloudy eyes, heavy with lust and pleasure, to look at you, and his expression is nothing but desire.

'He would cum for me.'

You jerk his cock a few more times before it collapses completely for you, beginning to spew out all his accumulated frustration from the day with a loud, low mooing, and thick, milky jets of semen spurting haphazardly over his taut, flat stomach and muscular, heaving chest from his heavy, hoarse breathing.

His heavy, meaty pecs rise and fall under the weight of his hoarse moans, beckoning you to run your tongue over them and taste the sweet brackishness of his sweaty skin and the rich creaminess of his sperm that is covering it right now.

“Ahhhhhh... fuck...”

The sight of decadent, copious streams of creamy liquid pouring out of his swollen, lollipop-shiny cock head wave after wave makes your pretty, plump pussy involuntarily clench, sending jolts of intense pleasure straight into your heated, quivering core, making your small, slippery, aroused pussy clench with the desire to be filled by the thick cock and fucked hard, until your hole is swollen and red and his cum starts flowing out of you like a waterfall.

Sweet moans of your name and pathetic ‘more’ and ‘please’ are the only sounds he can make right now. His thick, strong thighs shake and jiggle, desperate to give you everything he's got, thrusting quickly and haphazardly into your hand as he cum drenches everything around him with his semen.

So beautiful is all you can say, mesmerised by the sight of him reliving his orgasm, falling apart under your hot touch.

San looks as if his soul has left his body, relaxing into a fluffy cloud of hay and covering his gorgeous feline eyes tiredly. He feels completely boneless and fucked, but nevertheless his cock is still hard and hungry for attention, and his balls are full of cum, even though his entire abs and broad chest are covered in his thick cream.

You take your hand off his cock, instead lifting it up and running your fingertips along his neck and burrowing into his hair, lightly massaging his scalp, which makes San let out a low satisfied moo, leaning harder into your touch, still trying to get his breathing back to normal and calm down a little from the powerful orgasm he's experienced.

A few moments pass like this before lingering sparks of arousal begin to tingle his skin again, and he thrusts his hips upwards, opening his heavy eyes to look at you.

‘More, I need more... Still so full...’ He exhales, his eyelids fluttering rapidly and his lips folding into a sweet, adorable pout.

‘You're so greedy, Sannie. You don't think so? You just can't put up with what you're given, asking for more and more.’ You ask with feigned reproach, and San can't hold back a whimper, shamefully turning his ruddy face aside, feeling hot embarrassment spill under his skin. That doesn't stop him from wiggling his hips lecherously, though, urging you to return the caress. From this movement, his hard cock slaps loudly and wetly against his stomach while spurting out another load of rich semen.

‘I can't help it... I want you so bad...’ Whimpers San, looking up at you with a moist, pleading look. He looks so cute, yet lecherous, all sweaty and flushed, with still warm traces of cum covering his stunning, sexy body, and this contrast makes you absolutely weak before his charms.

‘If that's what you want, baby.’

You take your hands off him, making San whimper at the loss of contact, and rise to your feet to unbutton your beautiful linen sundress adorned with a delicate floral print embroidered with silk thread. As you peel off your currently useless piece of wardrobe along with your soaked panties, you toss it all aside before climbing onto your hot, temperamental breeder bull, saddling his hips and resting your hands on his firm, muscular chest.

Your plump, eager pussy slid over his deliciously hard cock, pressing it against San's belly, and you could see how his handsome, sculpted face melted with pleasure. His hands automatically rested on your buttocks, roughly squeezing your juicy, plush flesh in his big, wide palms as his powerful thighs thrust up, begging you to move. This sudden movement made your hips jerk slightly, causing your pussy to only press harder against him, forcing your swollen labia to spread lustfully around his thick girth.

‘Calm down, big boy! I won't be able to give you what you want if you keep acting like this.’ You slap his chest lightly, making the firm, warm flesh quiver slightly as you struggle to stay on top of him.

San immediately freezes, making a low, guilty mooing noise and silently pleading with you with his gorgeous, half-lidded feline eyes, in which you can still detect a slight post-orgasmic haze.

Slowly, you press your crotch against him, feeling the intense heat of his cock pleasantly warming your silky, tender cunt. Your soft petal folds, sticky against his hot, velvety length, stimulating you in the best of all ways.

‘Please...Move on...’ San begs you, digging his fingers aggressively into your buttocks, making your tender skin blush and tingle violently. He fidgets impatiently beneath you, trying to get you on his cock, whimpering loudly as your swollen clit clings to the sensitive edge of his head.

San's desire is so obvious – still as passionate, painfully strong and insatiable, even though he had already had a powerful orgasm just a few minutes ago.

‘Behave yourself, San.’ You grip his big pecs with a little more roughness than necessary, squeezing the soft, firm flesh slippery with a mixture of cum, sweat and fragrant cocoa oil, scratching his gorgeous golden skin with your nails, leaving long red streaks on it. He moans pitifully, obediently freezing in his seat and giving you a moist, apologetic look from under his long, fluffy eyelashes. ‘That's it, big boy.’ As a reward for obedience, you lean forward, wrapping your plump, sensual lips around the sugar-brown flesh of his hardened nipple, beginning to roughly suck on it, occasionally biting and lightly tugging the sensitive bud with your teeth.

A loud, slutty moan escapes his throat, and you can feel his thick, heavy cock spurting semen and throbbing beneath your wet, lewdly open cunt.

When you finish fondling his tits, running your tongue over his right nipple one last time, they look so swollen and inflamed – just the way San likes it. Of all your bull breeders, San's tits were the most prominent, something he was undoubtedly proud of, always shamelessly flaunting them on display. There wasn't a day that went by that he didn't corner you, urging you to milk him, because the only thing that could compare to the divine feeling of your sweet, tight cunt stretching around his cock was the feeling of your hot, wet mouth caressing his tits.

You push away from him, returning to your previous position where you towered over us, sitting on his hips, and concentrating on his cock again. You gently rotate your hips, rubbing your pussy against the massive, oozing shaft, slowly and insistently squeezing it out. With each movement, your swollen, aroused clit makes contact with the warm, velvety skin on his cock, stimulating you both in the most amazing way. His cum mixed with your juices made sliding in easy and smooth, and the tangible, hot throbbing intensified the sensation.

Without stopping the movement of your hips for a second, you remove one of your hands from his chest and instead encircle the head of his cock, rubbing it with your palm. As soon as you touch his sensitive tip, a wave of warm, creamy cum pours into your hand, seeping through your fingers and dripping onto his taut stomach and tense, muscular thighs.

It doesn't take long for San to cum a second time.

His big hands clutching your buttocks with force, as if it were the only thing keeping him conscious while he gasped and long mooed, wriggling his whole body in a pile of fragrant hay from every twist of your dainty hand on his supersensitive, swollen head. From every sliding movement of your stunning, sweet cunt on his cock. From how you slightly changed the direction of your hips, trying out a new angle that your swollen, sensitive clit rubbed against the velvety, swollen veins on his huge length. And this pleasurably painful, continuous stimulation makes your whole body quiver and moan so incredibly lustful and dirty.

And of course from every tiny bit of praise that flies off your tongue.

San's grip becomes painfully tight, so tight that you're sure it will leave behind inky black bruises on your skin, and his hips twitch so hard that it's enough to throw you off him if he didn't hold you down.

You can feel his cock swell even more beneath you, throbbing hotly, and you barely have time to remove your hand from his thick head before thick, milky jets of his semen spurt onto his large, meaty chest and stomach. The whimpering sound he makes as he pours his cum all over himself was high and needy. The warm liquid spread over San's golden muscles in copious creamy streams, filling his navel, the hollows of his abs, and even coating his inflamed, swollen nipples. A few isolated drops fall onto his face and his ajar lips, which he immediately licks with his tongue to taste himself.

‘Fuck...’ San exhales, leaning back tiredly against the haystack. His hands go limp on your buttocks before falling exhaustedly to the sides of his body, and he covers his eyes, trying to catch his breath.

‘So, baby, are you satisfied, or...?’ You gently touch the tiny slit on the head of his cock with the pad of your thumb, causing a stream of cum to immediately spurt out. ‘Or do you still want more, Sannie?’ You smirk, feeling his hips quiver beneath you from overstimulation, but still, he instinctively pushes upwards, trying to push his cock into your pretty, wet hole.

‘I think I'm still not getting enough...’ San replies to you, making a sharp, unexpected jerk and flipping you over onto your back, dropping you into a fluffy pile of hay and trapping you between it and his hot, sweaty body. ‘I still have enough cream so I can feed your sweet pussy, Chagi.’

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