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Make It Better || b.b & s.r

Steve Rogers x fem!reader x Bucky Barnes

Summary: When you get hurt training your men take care of you. Warnings: 18+ only, NSFW, mmf threesome, thruple, vaginal sex, anal sex, breeding kink, mentions of blood, dirty talk from Bucky WC: 1920

"Stop playing around." Bucky growled as you failed to take his training lesson seriously.

It wasn't your fault, knife throwing was something you already excelled at and standing in front of a rubber dummy for an hour tossing daggers at it bored you. You had soon started to sing heads, shoulders, knees and toes as you aimed at each part rather than just taking the heart shots that you were supposed to be doing.

"I don't need to train." You complained as you juggled the three daggers.

"Everyone needs to train." Steve appeared behind you, startling you.

A dagger slipped past your frozen hand and nicked the skin as it fell and a hiss escaped your lips as large hands gripped your waist. Steve managed to pull you back before the dagger lodged deep in the wooden floor where your foot was. Bucky shook his head as he pulled the knife out of the floor and tucked it back into the specialised pocket in his pants, a look of ‘I told you so’ written over his face.

"She's bleeding." He said to Steve who still hadn't dropped his hold from your waist, his thumbs rubbing soothing circles over your hips.

"Let's get you home and patched up." Steve said as he pulled his shirt over his head and wrapped it around your forearm.

"I'll be there in a minute." Bucky called after you as he closed up the gym for the night.

You didn't live far from the Avengers compound, opting for a home in rural upstate New York as opposed to a room at the compound. It was far easier to maintain your relationship when there was privacy and the space to be yourself. Even just crossing the boundary of the compound changed something in your super soldier and Steve reached over the console to take your hand in his. It was the small touches you missed whenever you were at work, his need to appear professional meaning he rarely indulged in any form of PDA.

You missed the warmth of his hand when he parked the car then he was already out of the car and at your door by the time you had taken your seatbelt off. The timed lights had already turned on for the night and your home looked welcoming as you walked the steps with Steve, his fingers flicking through his keyring and quickly finding the key to unlock the door. You took your time kicking your shoes off while Steve punched in the security code and disappeared into the family bathroom, cupboards banging as he fetched the first aid kit.

You were about to close the door when you heard the faint rumble of Bucky's motorcycle echoing down the long driveway and you could tell he was speeding from how fast the sound was increasing. The weather hadn't turned just yet so the air was still mildly warm, warm enough to leave the front door open for him, so you made your way to where Steve had dropped the first aid kit on the kitchen table and he pointed to your seat.

"It's just a scratch, babe." You dismissed his worry as you pulled his shirt away. "Oh."

It must have been deeper than you thought as his shirt was ruined and the cut hadn't clotted yet. Bucky had just stepped in at that point and rushed forward at the sight, grabbing your good arm and wrapping his other around your waist so he could rush you across to the kitchen. He dropped into your seat and pulled you across his lap with your arm laid out on the table for Steve to examine.

"You'll need a few stitches, Y/N." Steve said with an apologetic smile.

"And no more juggling knives." Bucky added.

"I got distracted." You flushed, thinking about Steve's deep voice and how it resonated on your bones. "It happens when I'm with the two of you."

You wriggled on Bucky’s lap at the mere thought and felt Bucky growing hard beneath you. Your breathing hitched as his hand gripped your hips to keep you still, but you needed friction.

“Bucky, let her go, she’s going to need a distraction.” Steve said, preparing the needle and thread as he watched his best friend's eyes darkening with desire. “Give her something else to think about.”

Bucky’s grip loosened and you rolled your hips, earning a soft moan. “I’ll give her something to think about alright.”

Anticipation clenched your core as he stood you up just long enough to push his pants down over his hips and free himself while Steve hooked his fingers in your leggings and pulled them off in one go. Bucky wasted no time in pulling you back on his lap, burying his cock in you without warning and filling you to capacity as you stretched to fit him.

“Where’s your manners, jerk?” Steve asked him with a shake of his head. “You alright baby girl?”

“Mhmm…” You moaned as Bucky pulled your legs apart, fingers teasing your clit with slow circles.

“Of course she's alright, her tight cunt is absolutely stuffed, listen to how wet she is Steve.”

You didn’t need to have serum enhanced hearing to hear the sloppy sounds coming from the work Bucky’s fingers were doing, stealing the leaking drips from your pussy lips to glide over your bundle of nerves. He hadn’t even started moving his hips yet you were a sopping mess for him.

“Just try to keep still.” Steve said as he took hold of your arm and pressed the needle to the cut.

“Hear that, doll, be a good girl and don’t move.”

Bucky’s vibranium snaked across your chest, pinning your back to his chest and keeping you still as his finger flicked across your clit. If it wasn’t for his arm holding you down you would have jerked at the shock his touch sent up your spine and he chuckled low in your ear. Your pulse raced in your neck as he grazed his teeth over the rapidly pounding spot and it was almost enough to forget what Steve was doing, until the sharp bite of the needle arched your back and pressed his cock deeper into you.

“Fuck.” You hissed as your arm began to burn and Bucky fingers pulled your mind away from the pain.

“Focus on me.” He ordered. “Feel how my cock fills your tight little cunt, how my fingers make you come undone around me.”

Your head was swimming as he nipped at your skin and you barely felt the next two stitches, too invested in the edge of bliss Bucky was leading you towards. You were so close but every time you almost reached absolution he would stop, the fluttering of your walls fading away and a new hunger for release filling you. Steve tied off the last stitch and barely managed to get the bandage on before you were reaching across for him, hands working to release his belt and free his cock for you. His hands caught yours with a shake of his head before he pulled you off Bucky’s lap, instantly missing the full feeling as his cock slipped out.

“Hey!” He complained with a frown, replacing his hand where your pussy had been and gliding his palm along his slick shaft. “I was enjoying that.”

“You gotta share.” Steve shot back, already halfway to your bedroom and ready to throw you down on the California king bed.

Bucky had caught up in an instant, pushing Steve off you where he had covered your body with his and you pouted as his lips disappeared from yours.

“Go on, doll, ride the Captain’s cock for me. Let me see him stretch you.”

You did as Bucky ordered and climbed over Steve’s body, straddling his hips and humming as you sunk down his long hard length. Your hands were planted on his broad chest and you loved the feeling of his pecs under your palms as you rolled your hips. A sigh of contentment filled the air as you finally got the friction you had been needing all evening and the sound was echoed by both of your men watching your breasts bounce in time.

“Doesn’t she look perfect?” Bucky asked as he gripped his cock harder and stroked it in time with you. “Gonna look so good when we put a baby in you.”

His words we like lightning sent straight to your core and Steve growled as he felt your pussy grip him tight. Bucky knew you were close after his edging and didn’t want to miss out on the feeling of your body trembling between your lovers. The bed dipped as he shifted behind you, straddingly Steve’s thighs and pushing you forward and into Steve’s embrace.

“Good girl, gonna take both our cocks.” He purred as he pushed his fingers into your pussy that was already stuffed full of Steve and slicked his fingers up before rubbing it over your ass. “Stuff both your holes so good.”

“God, yes…” You moaned as you felt him pressing against your ass, the muscle giving way to his little thrusts before his head pushed through and you cried out at the stretch. “Fuck, you feel so good.”

Bucky’s teeth grazed your shoulder as he inched himself deeper and deeper while Steve’s tongue lashed across your lips that parted for him. No one moved as Bucky’s hips met yours and there was no place that wasn’t filled by them. You couldn’t tell where your bodies began and ended, you were all one writhing hot mess.

“Please, fuck me.” You begged as you tried to move but couldn’t from how they had you pinned.

“Hear that, Stevie, she’s begging for our cocks.”

“We should give the lady what she wants.”

You cried out as they suddenly began to move, the smooth synchronisation than came with practice, and you felt their cocks brushing against each other through the thin wall that separated them. It was everything you needed and more as your stomach knotted and your legs trembled, release only moments away.

“Make sure you fill our girl up real good.” Bucky growled as he fought his own release until you came first. “Make her leak our cum for days.”

“Shit…” Steve groaned as Bucky’s words affected him as much as they did you and you came around their cocks, milking them both as they joined you with your release. You collapsed against Steve’s chest, listening to his heart pounding against you, and Bucky collapsed against your back to press delicate kisses across your shoulder. It still amazed you how he could go from being so dirty one moment to sweet the next but you loved both sides of him. You loved every side of both of them.

“Let’s get you cleaned up, baby girl.” Steve said as he slipped out of you, the mixture of your arousal running down your thighs.

Bucky eased himself out and you could almost cry at the emptiness they left behind. Their strong hands helped you climb off the bed and Bucky went into the ensuite, running a bath in the large spa before helping you settle in between them. Steve grabbed the wash cloth from the side and you sighed appreciatively as he washed your body, careful of your sore arm.

“I love you.” You smiled drowsily as their hands kept you afloat amongst the bubbles.

“Love you, doll.”

“I love you too, baby girl.”

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SILVER ➳ BUCKY BARNES MASTERLIST

➳ summary: When your best friends Peter, MJ, and Ned drag you along to a concert, you never expected to fall head over heels with the band, more so the drummer. Wild and erotic, Bucky Barnes is a rich rock star who gets everything handed to him. Between the money, fame, and platinum records, he has a nasty reputation. But when an innocent girl like you comes along, he can't stay away.

➳ pairing: rockstar!Bucky Barnes x College!Reader

➳ warnings: will feature smut, suggestive themes, angst, age gap; Reader is 20, Bucky is 30

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➳ If you love SILVER, check out my original fic on Wattpad; MY SWEETEST ADDICTION

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Take It || B.B One Shot

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Pairing: Bucky Barnes x avenger!reader

Summary: You surprise Bucky with a new pair of leggings.

Featured Characters: Bucky Barnes, Tony Stark, Natasha Romanoff, Steve Rogers

Word Count: 3k

Warnings: Established relationship. Pure smut, 18+ Only minors DNI – heavy breeding and daddy kink, slightly rough but passionate sex, not as rough as I usually would write. Fem!reader.

banner and disclaimer made by me

Being with Bucky Barnes was everything you dreamt and hoped it would be. He was an incredibly passionate and attentive man. Never had a man before spent so long getting to know the rhythms of your body; searching for what made you tick and what made you sing. You had never cum before you met Bucky, something he relished in and took pride in at all times.

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Could you maybe write drunk sex with Bucky? 😅

Bucky Barnes | One Shot | Satisfied

Warnings: 18+, absolute filth (smut).

Words: 23OO

“Not even by yourself?” Bucky asks curiously, way too emerged in the subject in your opinion.

“Well, yeah sure. But it’s so exhausting and it doesn’t turn me on as much.” You huff with a shrug, taking another sip of your drink as you make your way back to the sofa.

It isn’t unusual for you to get drunk and end up talking about sex. Nor is it a secret that when you get drunk, you get a little restless. Your roommate and mutual friend had decided to head off to bed since she had work early in the morning and Sam got a booty call, so swiftly excused himself.

This is how both you and Bucky got to the subject of sex, veins filled with a decent percentage of alcohol and sitting across from each other on the couch. Without the alcohol in your system, you’d be a lot more self conscious of the fact that you are currently talking about your ability to orgasm.

“Have you tried standing in front of a mirror?” Bucky offers like it is the most obvious solution and you roll your eyes, giving him a light punch to him shoulder.

“Shut up!”

“Oh, come on! I’d look at myself all the time if I looked like you.” Bucky slurs and takes another swig of his beer.

“Narcissist.” You mumble, making Bucky’s face contort at the insult, pretty sure he could argue the insult to be incorrect, but with his mind swirling so much he can’t quite find the words.

“And no man has been able to?” He expertly swerves back into the previous topic.

Shrugging, you heave a deep sigh “Not that there have been too many to try, but no… Not really.”

“Hm…”

It’s simple, the hum buzzing through his chest, but it carries something that is making you wary. Bucky stares ahead of himself, lost in thought and you narrow your eyes at him suspiciously. He does look ridiculously attractive sitting on your couch in a bright white t-shirt and dark jeans, his skin tan and his face freshly shaven. Not to mention his face looks awfully symmetrical to your woozy brain.

Just circumstantial friends who get along awfully well, especially with a drink in your systems.

“You always been able to make a woman come?” You ask casually, genuinely interested in the answer. Bucky turns to you and shrugs at you with a smug smile on his face.

“Took me some practice, but get there every time.” He grins at you boyishly.

“How?”

The question just sort of slipped out. You didn’t mean to. Well, you did.You want to know how he does it and your body is feeling antsy. Even hearing someone, let alone an attractive super soldier, talk about making a woman come would give you some peace of mind.

Bucky’s grin turns into a knowing smirk, his eyes darting over your face as if to catch you on your needy thoughts. It stays quiet for a second, almost long enough for you to mumble out furious apologies for even asking. But he speaks up.

“Start slow.” He mumbles and you’re sure you imagine his voice dropping an octave “Drag my fingers over their skin. Lips too… Have her whine a little.”

Swallowing hard, you try to focus on his words to stop overthinking the eye contact he’s forcing onto you. Cheeks heated and your clothes feeling awfully tight on you, you blame it on the alcohol.

“Sometimes I like leaving her clothes on. Feels… dirtier.” He continues and releases you from the hold of his eyes by directing his stare to the floor as if he’s remembering it. “Pull her panties to the side and watch her get wet as I keep her legs open. It’s the best fuckin’ sight.”

You barely notice your breaths are getting more shallow and quickening rapidly, your eyes fixated on his lips as he licks them after every couple of words. Pressing your thighs together needily, you’re glad you already had your legs crossed so he doesn’t notice.

“I like to grab her hips and massage my thumbs into the apex of her thighs, it always gets them squirmy and wet. Fuck, and women are so soft too -I like biting their skin. They always start breathing faster and when I’m lucky, they are already begging.” He mumbles, his voice laced with pride “And they beg and beg and beg, not having a clue what they are begging for. And it’s different for every woman, but once I get my mouth on them, I’m not stopping until I can feel them pulse around my tongue.”

Staring at him with your mouth open in awe, you have no idea what you look like as you look at him. As Bucky turns himself on the couch to look at you, noticing how your eyelids have dropped and your body is radiating so much heat, he can feel it from his current position on the seat, he lets a smirk crawl over his lips.

“Making a woman come is the definition of power.” He explains, making sure his words are slow and said with intention, watching your lashes flutter briefly. “Can’t help but do it more than once.”

Silence to let the words sink into your chest, digest through your body until the image pounds between your legs -Bucky knows damn well what he’s doing to you. Granted, you’re both drunk and he won’t initiate anything until you tell him he can, but it takes him more energy than anticipated to contain his need for you.

“They get better every time. Especially when you fuck. When she’s around me and I can feel her pulse around me? Jesus Christ, it’s the best reward.” He slowly edges closer, putting his bottle down and tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. The back of his fingers feel the heat of your soft cheeks and he refrains from calling you out on it.

His eyes search your features, knowing exactly what to reveal to you to make you cave.

“And if they’re really good…” He starts, his eyes landing on your mouth and narrowing in on it “I go down again and make sure to lick her clean.”

Both your eyes lock simultaneously and you look at him with wide eyes, knowing deep down he’s just waiting for your permission. Thick blood pumping through your body like syrup, skin flushed and thoughts swirling from the alcohol, your impulse control has drowned in desire. Your body is screaming at you to accept the subtle -yet not so subtle- invite and you’re waiting for your brain to object, but she can’t.

“Bucky…” It’s a whisper, but so clearly a plea.

“Come here.”

You put down your bottle and swing your leg over his lap, your mouth covering his within seconds as a relieved moan bubbles up. His hands instantly slide from your thighs up to your ass, pulling you over him with force and pressing your throbbing core over the hardening bulge in his jeans. Letting out a soft whine, your fingers run through his hair, his mouth drinking you up with every bit of craving he has for you.

Breaths heavy and shallow as you deprive each other of oxygen, you roll your hips down onto him, pride washing over you when his grip tightens and he lets out a choked grunt.

“Fucking hell…” He mumbles against your lips, once hand tangling into your hair and gripping it tightly. Yanking your head to the side, he attached his lips to your neck, his metal hand on your lower back having you continuing to grind down on him. Growling his promise, your body reels into overdrive “You’re asking for it now.”

…

“I, Bucky, I… Fuck, I- Shit. Bucky, Buck… Oh my god!” Not a single coherent thought can make its way to your throat as Bucky drives himself into you so far, your eyes roll to the back of your head, fingertips running over the scratches you have left on his back.

Every one of your limbs is trembling furiously as both of you are covered in sweat, the slick sound of him pumping in and out of you making you whine through your elations of pleasure. His grip on you is heavy and the way he circles his hips when he’s into you to the very hilt has you crying out for mercy.

You have no idea how many times he has made you come. You breathed a ‘thank you’ after the first, played off the second as a kind bonus, begged him for mercy after the third and tears were streaming down your cheeks right before the fourth.

But his praises of ‘one more, baby’ and ‘but you look so pretty’ or ‘squeeze me again, I know you have another in you’ had you whimpering in defeat, a proud grin on his face each time you allowed him to make you come another time.

And most of that was before he started fucking you. You can’t imagine coming another time until the coil winds up tightly again. You knew the man had stamina, but if it weren’t for him telling you that you are ‘made for him’ and how he ‘fits into you so perfectly’, you had no chance of keeping up with him.

Resting on his knees and keeping your thighs apart while his metal hand presses into your belly and the other hand circles your clit with precision, his thrusts start hitting with an intensity that has you falling quiet with your eyes squeezed shut.

There’s not a chance in hell you can warn him when your back arches up, your hands almost rip the sheets and your vision washes white entirely. Convulsing around Bucky as your orgasm rips through you like an exploding star sending warmth to wrap around your spine, you can’t help but lift your legs and pull your knees together.

The sight has Bucky almost drooling, desperate to make your high last as long as possible. Keeping his thumb on your clit and lunging forward after ripping your thighs back open, he rolls his hips into you with deep thrusts. His warm mouth presses to your ear “Good girl, let it wash over you… You’re doing so good. Good job, baby.”

His voice is strained and the sound is distant to you, your body slowly descending down from the most intense thing you have ever experienced. Feeling a sudden need to clutch onto something tangible, you wrap your hands around him again, your legs locking around his hips.

The feeling of you tightening around him in your entirety is all Bucky needs to release himself inside of you, his face burying in your neck and he lets out a long groan of your name.

He feels warm inside you and heavy on top of you, your sweat-covered bodies tangled together as Bucky is just as fucked out as you are. All you can hear is blood rushing through your ears and your heavy breathing as you come down from everything Bucky.

He actually can’t quite comprehend what just happened. He did say he loved making women come, but he went absolutely feral over you. His heart leaps in his chest when he remembers his response to the feeling of you, but he assumes it must be the alcohol. Has to be.

“I would thank you, but I don’t know how…” You breathe out and Bucky finally manages to lift his head form the crook of your neck. Pressing a soft kiss to your lips, he chuckles. Pulling himself out, he moves up slightly, hovering over your limp body.

“I’ll think of something.” He winks at you and presses another long kiss to your lips which he swears are the softest he’s ever felt. “But you’ve been so good already…”

The dark look in his eyes when you both pull away has your body standing on alert again.

“So good for me… The best I think…”

You swallow hard as he slowly shuffles down the bed. Without your brain working at its usual capacity, you’re not quite comprehending what he’s getting at. That is until his hands start massaging your sore thighs and he lays down on his stomach, his head above your abused pussy.

This is when you remember what he does when you’ve been good.

His tongue darts out before licking through your folds slowly, your body flinching at the touch as he savours you with a hum. The sensitivity has your body twitching away, but the warmth of his tongue feels soothing and this man just has you reeling seconds after you thought you might have used up all of your orgasms.

Before you know it, your hands are wrapped up in his brown locks and he’s humming against you as his tongue licks inside of you and cleans you of himself completely. Gently sucking on your clit to see where it gets him, he watches your stomach tense at the action.

Another devious smile crosses his features as he feels you pulse again and his thumb traces over your clit lightly, his mouth pulling away briefly.

“One more.”

Your eyes widen and you look down at him in shock “Buck-”

“One more and I’ll let you sleep.”

However, coming down from another high minutes later because he’s patient with getting you to another orgasm, your hands pulling roughly at his hair and your tired hips grinding up against his filthy mouth as it makes him whine against you, his grip on your hips tightens again to keep you from moving away.

“Bucky, no… I can’t anymore.”

Reluctantly, he pulls away and crawls up next to you, watching you intently as he leans sideways onto his pillow and pulls the duvet over your shivering body “Fine. Another day tomorrow.”

“Bucky…”

“Don’t tell me you’re not as addicted as I am. Now sleep. I’ll be there when you wake up.”

Rolling your eyes and having lost the fight with him, you curl up in bed with a tired smile on your face.

“…Right there between your legs.”

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Of course not baby

18+ minors do not interact if you do you will be blocked :)

roommate!Bucky x fem!reader

Summary: You get told it’s disgusting by your boyfriend ex-boyfriend but Bucky loves it.

Warnings: smut, squirting, unprotected sex, fluff, shitty ex boyfriend.

Word Count: 3.2k

A/N: italics represent flashback

You walked into your apartment, slamming the door on your way in. You proceeded to storm over to your bedroom, also slamming that door. You completely ignored Bucky sitting the couch looking at you very concerned. Usually when you got home you sit down with Bucky and talk about your guys day, so it worried Bucky when you didn’t 

You were angry and upset. You boyfriend had just kicked you out a dumped you mid-fuck session because you squirted.

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5 Years Later || Bucky Barnes

Warnings: Smut

Summary: Your first time with Bucky after he returns from the blip is very emotional.

5 years without him. 5 years with no hugs, no kisses, no love, no contact. Thinking he was dead and gone and never coming back. There wasn’t a day that went by that I didn’t think of him. Every morning I woke up dreading the day ahead, knowing it was still another day without Bucky. The man who had held me close whenever things were terrible. The man who bought me flowers randomly, just because he wanted to see me smile. The man who whispered the dirtiest things to me while ruining my body, just to watch my reactions.

It had been 5 years since he disappeared right in front of me, but finally, Bucky was back. After the battle, and still not processing that he was truly home, we had made it back to my apartment complex. He had his arm wrapped tightly around my waist, keeping me pressed against his side. Walking into the elevator, I hit the button for my floor and turned to face my love. He was already gazing down at me as I met his sight. I grabbed his face in an instant, pulling him down to mine. Kissing him hard and fast, heads practically slamming together as my need to be close to him was all-consuming. He leaned down, grabbing the backs of my thighs, squeezing them as he picked me up, wrapping my legs around his waist. His tongue pressed into my mouth, teasing mine, licking my bottom lip. I wound my hands in his long hair, holding tightly at the root, pulling every time he squeezed my thighs. One of his hands left my thigh, reaching up to cup my face.

I couldn’t get close enough. I was on Bucky, being held tightly by him, but the thoughts of this not being real, being just another dream. Another beautiful dream I was going to wake up from any second now, alone in the world without Bucky, again. These thoughts took my mind over.

The tears were flowing before I even realized. Bucky must have felt them because he pulled away, looking at my face, pain written all over his. “I know, sweetheart.” He said, taking his hand from my face, wrapping it tightly around my upper back, the other around my bottom, pulling me so close. I tucked my head into his neck, his long hair against my face. Sobs fell from my mouth as I kept myself tightly latched onto Bucky. Feeling his body against mine, his arms around me, hand rubbing up and down my back, making me fall apart.

All the emotions were overwhelming. I couldn’t help the sobs that came from me as Bucky held me, allowing me to let go. I kept one hand laced through his hair, feeling him there with me, the other one wrapped around his back. “It doesn’t feel real.” I sobbed against the soft skin of his neck, leaving tears to run down into his jacket. “I know, doll. I promise I’m right here. I’m never leaving again. I’m so sorry.” He whispered against my hair, tears evidently falling from him as well. I could feel the wetness hit my neck, furthering my emotions.

The elevator dinged, notifying us we were at my floor as Bucky and I held each other desperately close. “Second door on the left,” I mumbled as Bucky walked us to my apartment. He hadn’t been here before since I moved after the blip. The thought of living in the same place where we had all those memories had ruined me, leading me to move out.

He softly grabbed my key from my pants' back pocket and unlocked my door with ease, bringing us inside. I loosened my death grip around him enough to pull back and look at his face. His bright blue eyes were rimmed with tears, causing more to fall from mine. “Buck.” I sighed, running my thumbs over his cheeks, brushing his tears away.

“Please, let me make love to you, Y/N.” He breathed out, brushing his lips softly against mine. “Please, Bucky,” I whispered, kissing him harder, leaving no space between us. “I need to feel you,” I begged, “bedroom’s on the right.” I got out between kisses. He walked us to my room without breaking from my body, swinging the door open and shut before laying us on the bed. He pulled away from my lips, and pushed my hair out of the way to kiss down my neck.

After 5 years of not feeling him, not feeling anything physical, it felt as though electric shocks were being sent through my body. His lips grazed over my neck, finding my soft spot with ease. He licked and bit at it, desperate moans falling from my mouth without even realizing. He reached up and lightly gripped my chin, keeping my face pointed up and away, so he had full access to my neck. Instinctually he left marks all over my neck, sucking and nipping hard. I groaned at the pain of his bites mixed with the euphoria of his lips on me again, finally. The hand on my chin loosened as he took his pointer and middle finger, slowly dipping them into my mouth. Licking and sucking on the fingers he pushed into my mouth, I felt him groan into my neck.

He pushed himself against me, grinding our bodies together, causing us both to whine at the friction. Feeling him for the first time in so long was more than heavenly. It was utterly indescribable. His body pressed firmly against mine was all it took for the emotions to come flooding back. His fingers fell from my mouth as I grabbed his face, pulling it in front of mine. Tears falling out of my eyes, I begged him, “Please, Bucky.” His bright eyes stared into my teary ones. He nodded slowly, a sympathetic smile on his face.

He leaned down enough to press a soft kiss on my lips before pulling back from me to take his vest off. His eyes never left mine as I sat up enough to pull my shirt off, quickly following with my bra. His gaze stayed on my face before leaning forward and kissing me again, putting an arm up and under my waist, holding my upper back to press our skin together. “So beautiful, baby.” He mumbled into my mouth.

I reached between us for the zipper of his pants to get them off him. Fumbling with the button and the zipper, I couldn’t get off. I felt everything start to crash down on me again. The emotions, the sadness, the pure elation from him being back. Everything brought me back down to the reality that he was here. My breath caught in my throat, and I pulled back from kissing him. I didn’t want to cry. I didn’t want to be emotional, but it was too much.

“Doll, look at me.” He quietly said, grabbing my hands from the top of his pants. “We don’t have to do this right now. We can just be here with each other. I’m not going anywhere, I promise.” He pleaded.

I needed him now. I needed him the second I found out he was coming back. Connecting our bodies in the most intimate way. The closest way two people could was what I craved. I reached up and cupped his face softly. “I need this, James. I need you, just please trust me right now.” I begged him, gentle tears falling down my face again.

“Okay, baby, Okay.” He whined, tears threatening to fall from his own eyes as he reached down to undo his pants for me. I leaned up, capturing his warm lips against mine, feeling his breath invade my mouth. He sighed into me as he leaned forward, pushing my back onto the bed. He kicked his pants and underwear down off his body, leaving him bare against me. I pulled my own pants down as quickly as possible without breaking the kiss. His metal hand trailed down my body, cupping my breast as he squeezed and kneaded it. Groaning into his mouth from the pleasure, he took the opportunity to slip his tongue back into mine. He teased my mouth, licking and tasting me. His hand trailed lower, gently over my stomach, down to the top of my panties. He grazed two fingers over the front of the soaked underwear, making my body shudder against him.

“Was I the last one to touch you?” He questioned, pulling back from kissing me to look at me, “You’re more sensitive than last time, doll.” He whispered, still rubbing his fingers over my soaked panties.

“Yes.” I choked out, “Was never gonna stop waiting for you, Buck.” I honestly responded. He dipped his head down, kissing my cheek softly. His fingers slowed a little at my candor, moving back up to the top of my underwear.

“I’m gonna make up for all the lost time, sweetheart.” He whispered against my face. He started pulling my underwear down. I lifted my hips for him to pull them off, kicking them once they reached my calves. His fingers trailed over the top of my thigh, slowly sliding closer to where I needed him. A shaky sigh left me as he reached my core, running his fingers up and down my slit. “Always so perfect for me.” He spoke, lips against my cheek.

“Yes.” I groaned out as his fingertip teased my hole, slowly sliding in where I needed him most. “Oh my god,” I whined, opening my legs wider for him.

“Does that feel good, angel?” He asked, brushing his nose against my cheek. As he spoke, his breath was hot on my face, a feeling I so direly missed. “Mhm.” I groaned as he sped up, adding another in me. The wet sound of his fingers going in and out of me was enough to break me. “I don’t want your fingers, please. I want you.” I begged, turning my head towards him, pressing our foreheads together, lips just barely touching.

“Baby, you’re so tight. Just cum for me once, and you can have all of me, alright.” He huffed against my lips. I groaned against him as he sped his fingers up even faster. My whole body felt hot, pressure building from feeling his fingers inside me for the first time in so many years. The tightness in my stomach grew stronger as he reached his thumb up to rub my clit. “There you go, sweetheart. I can feel you getting close.” He whispered in hot breaths. Whines fell from my mouth into his as I let the ecstasy consume me. “Oh my god, Bucky.” I cried as I let the orgasm wash over me. “That’s my girl. Keep going.” He said, working me through the pure elation that coursed through my body, never slowing his fingers down. My whole body began to shake as I came down from my high, crying out as I grabbed his metal hand, pulling it away from my body to stop his overstimulation.

Bucky reached up and stuck his fingers in his mouth, cleaning my liquids off of them. “So fucking perfect, doll.” He said, going down to rub his hand over my stomach, comforting me from the intense experience. I could feel his hard cock pressing into my side as he lay next to me, watching me calm down. Reaching down, I grabbed his cock, slowly stroking him. His breath caught in his throat as I squeezed him.

In an instant, he was on me, kissing me hard, teeth hitting, noses butting as I sped up. He hovered over me as I aligned his cock against me. “Y/N,” He said, leaning his forehead against mine, “Are you sure?”

I took my free hand and reached up, cupping his face, running my thumb across his cheek. “I’ve waited 5 years for you. I’m more than sure.” I pleaded, staring into his eyes. He leaned down quickly, kissing my lips before slowly pushing into me. I couldn’t stop the whines that fell from me at how big he felt being pushed inside me.

“God, baby, you’re so tight.” He grunted. Once he was entirely inside, he stopped moving altogether. I instantly wrapped my legs around his waist, wanting him even closer to me. He leaned down, pressing our stomachs together, putting most of his weight on top of me, something he knew I loved. Pure love was written all over his face as he gazed into my eyes. He started peppering my face with kisses, starting with my cheeks, eyelids, forehead, nose, and finally, a long, soft kiss on my lips. “Talk to me, doll. Please tell me how you feel.” He pleaded.

“Good. So good, Bucky,” I whispered, “But please move, need to feel more.” He slowly started thrusting into me, not taking his gaze off my face. Each time he thrust back in, he pushed his hips as far against me as possible, hitting the deepest point within me. Soft moans fell from me against his face as he sped up just a little.

I tried to keep my eyes open, wanting to see him above me. I needed to know this was real, that he was here. Feeling him pour all his love into me physically was all it took for my emotions to get the better of me at the moment. I closed my eyes as the tears welled and slipped out. There was nothing I could do to stop them. I held in the sobs as best as I could before I felt his lips press into mine. “I know, baby, I know,” He said, against me, pulling back slightly, “I’m right here.” He reached up to wipe the nonstop tears falling from me.

The feeling of him inside me, his weight on my body enclosing me in. The soft words he spoke to me made my build-up even stronger. “Promise me, you’ll never leave me again. I need you with me, James.” I begged, holding his face.

He nodded against me before speaking, “I promise, angel. I’m here with you forever. Nothing will ever take me away again, I won’t let it.” He stared into my eyes as he spoke.

With his words spoken, I could feel myself almost at the edge. The pure intimacy and love between us made my mind feel fuzzy as I let the high get closer. It was more than just physical, it was completely emotional and mental with him.

“So close, baby. Can feel you are too, clenching so tight.” He grunted against me, leaning into my neck, speeding his pace up. “Let go for me. I’ve got you.”

I reached my arms around his back, pulling him tighter against me as I let the release flow through me. Loud moans fell from the both of us as my orgasm brought him to his, milking him tightly in me. “Oh fuck.” I breathed out against his shoulder. Bucky continued to softly thrust us both through, slowing down as we finished.

He pulled out, taking his full weight off me to lay next to me, still pressed against me. My tears had stopped, but the intense emotions were still prevalent. I reached up to tuck his hair behind his ear, turning to look at him.

“I missed you,” I barely audibly spoke. Bucky reached his hand up, pushing my hair behind my shoulder, tucking it behind my ear. He cupped his hand on my cheek, running his thumb down and over my bottom lip.

“I won’t ever leave you again,” Bucky whispered back, leaving a soft kiss on my lips.

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pretty boy

Bucky Barnes x Reader (Uni AU) 

Run-through: You first noticed him in the grocery store, while you were out shopping for food. Pretty blue eyes, gorgeous hair, tall and a soft look on his pretty face. For the first time ever, you actually had to stop and stare at a man for a few seconds. Then he started popping up everywhere - on campus, at the coffee shop you worked at, in the library - always with that same soft and longing stare. One day, you finally decided to make the first move and it ends up being one of the best things you’ve done in a long time

Themes: slight sub!bucky, smut, fluff, loss of virginity, explicit language, 

Oh fuck. Your eyes widened in realisation. That’s him! 

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arch for me

gif credits

summary: Bucky shows you what a goddess like you deserves.

pairing: mob!bestfriend!bucky x fem!reader

warnings: SMUT (minors dni), fluff, reader is a bit insecure, bucky being a sweetheart

To say Bucky was furious, would be an understatement. Not at you, of course, but at every single one of the unappreciative morons that had the privilege of being with a woman like you. He’d rearrange the stars and change the earth’s axis if it meant that you’d be his.

"None of them?!" he asks, appalled.

"Bucky, it's not that big of a deal! A lot of guys don't do it," you reply sheepishly, taking a sip of your water.

You didn't even know how the conversation got here and why you were discussing your never being eaten out with Bucky — your best friend, who you were pining over since you met in college over a decade ago.

But it was. It was a big deal.

None of your ex boyfriends had gone down on you and you'd never found the courage to ask, even though they'd graciously accept the favour from you. It made you feel inadequate, like there was something wrong with you.

Bucky never liked any of the guys you dated for two reasons. One, because they weren't him and two, because they weren't him. But, he knew better. You were his best friend and he'd keep his mouth shut forever if it meant keeping you.

"Those guys are idiots," he declares, leaning back on the couch with his scotch. "Going down on a girl is the first rule of sex. You gotta make her cum with your tongue and fingers before you even think about your dick."

His words sent a flurry of warmth to your face and your... pussy. Bucky was a generous guy, you knew that. Now you knew he was generous overall.

"When's your book coming out, Mister master of sex?" you joke, settling down next to him. "John actually did go down on me once, when we’d first started dating.”

John was your first boyfriend in when you were college. Bucky hated him to the core because he knew John wasn’t good enough for you. He discreetly clenched his jaw at the mention.

“But he said it didn’t taste good?” You continue, slightly embarrassed. “He never tried again and the others didn’t ask. And neither did I, so yeah… here we are!” You finish with a slightly self-depreciative chuckle.

Bucky was practically fuming at this point. How dare these dickwads make you feel any lesser than?

“I’d spend hours making you cum with my mouth if you were mine, Y/N. I’d treat you like the fuckin’ goddess you are.” he says.

“Bucky, please!” You laugh, thinking it’s one of his jokes. You turn to him, looking to spot that playful glimmer in his eyes but all you find is unwavering sincerity. “Buck…”

He inches closer to you and cups your face, your eyes wide from his sudden change in demeanour. “Sweetheart, you tell me no and I’ll leave right now, we can pretend this never happened.” He says gently and you feel you’ll melt from the intensity his eyes were drowning you in. You clutch his wrists as you mumble a feeble “I want this” and his lips finally descend on yours.

You’ve always dreamt what it would be like to finally kiss the man of your dreams and from the way he’s devouring your mouth, you can tell he’s wanted this for a while too. You moan and whine into his mouth as his tongue finds its way into yours. The kiss is fervent, hot and somehow precise and sloppy at the same time. Bucky sure knew what he was doing.

Pulling away for a brief second, he tucks your hair behind your ears and kisses your forehead. He notices your kiss-swollen lips and tries his best to hold back a smirk.

"You gonna let me take care of you, sweetheart?"

"Fuck, Jamie, Oh!" you scream, your fingers digging into his scalp as your legs threaten to close around his head. He'd be more than happy to go out that way.

His tongue was simply... magic.

He licks a stripe from your clenching hole up to your clit, the sound of his tongue colliding with your abundant wetness echoing off the walls. He suckles the swollen bud greedily, bringing his fingers up to part your petals.

"Taste like fuckin' honey, baby. God, could drink you up for hours," he mumbles against your heat. How was he so good at everything with his mouth?

You feel a familiar heat creep up down there and you're surprised that for the first time, it isn't yourself who's brought it upon.

He spreads your legs a little wider and grips your thighs tight to stop them from closing. He pierces your hole with his tongue, the muscle stroking your walls in a way you've never experienced before. He slips two fingers in and twists them skillfully hitting that spongy spot, making you cry out.

"Attagirl,"

He continues to twist and turn his fingers like he's practically controlling your body.

"Jamie, I'm gonna c-cum-," you stutter.

"Go 'head, baby. Let go for me."

And you do.

Your body tenses up as the sensation crawls up your nerves and into your bloodstream. It spreads like wildfire and you can't control your hips from bucking against his face. He's more than happy to drown in your essence.

Your back arches up as though you were a gymnast and he trails his flesh hand up your body to squeeze your breast, amplifying the sensation.

Once you're sated, he climbs up your naked body, a stark contrast to his fully clothed one. He kisses you languidly, admiring how fucked out and beautiful you look like this.

"You okay?"

"Y-yeah... I'm so okay... " you say giddily, trailing a finger over his lips.

"Great, sweetheart," he chuckles. "Cause I'm nowhere near done eating my new favorite meal."

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kinktober 2021 | seven: good girls only. [blurb.]

✷ written for eun’s 2021 kinktober ✷

[disclaimer: this blog posts content not suitable for individuals under the age of 18. minors are strictly prohibited from viewing, sharing, or interacting with this blog. for more information on this blog’s commitment to protecting minors, read eun’s full statement here.]

prompt | edging and denial

summary | ransom shows you what happens when your brattiness goes too far.

pairing | daddy!ransom drysdale x little!reader

warnings | ddlg (daddy!ransom little!reader), restraints, soft!daddy!ransom (but like, cruel!soft), mocking but not so much degradation, heavy edging, crying, vibrator use, overstim, denial! no happy ending! >:-(! how rude >:-(!

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an | yay here's a new one! not gonna lie this one's brutal but also?? i kind of love that lol; ransom's not even that mean here, at least not in his words, just in his actions >:-) hope you guys enjoy!

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When Ransom pulls the whirring bulb of the wand away from your scorching clit, just as you're about to come undone, for what seems like the millionth time in a row, there's nothing you can do to stop a heavy sob from rising in your throat as you wail in protest.

"My poor baby," your daddy coos sympathetically as he switches off the toy, setting it down on the floor as he crouches down before you, his face becoming level with your ruined cunt.

You're not sure how long he's kept you tied up here, ankles bound high above your head against his favorite leather chair, your most intimate places- his prized possessions, left on display in clear view. It's your punishment for bratting off on him one too many times, and at this point, you know you're really in for it. This isn't the first time he's tied you up and toyed with you, waiting a painfully long time to let you cum, but given the fact that it's now been hours with no mercy shown, you're starting to worry he might have different intentions than you originally thought.

"Look at you, so puffy and swollen," Ransom croons, bringing his pointer finger and thumb up to pull back the glistening folds surrounding your tormented clit. "That looks awfully painful, sweetheart," he notes as he eyes the throbbing knot of flesh. "Bet you want it so bad, don't you, princess? C'mon, let me hear how bad you want it."

"P-P-Please Daddy!" you heave, salty tears rolling down your cheeks as your bottom lip wobbles. "Want it so bad, p-please! Will be good for you Daddy, promise- will do anything," you implore.

"Hmm," Ransom hums thoughtfully, bringing his other hand up to circle over the head of your clit with just the light pad of his finger, causing you to jolt against your restraints, your gut burning as you already start creeping towards the edge once more. "That's awfully convincing, princess," he admits, now running steady circles over your hardened nub as excitement and hope begin building in your throat; at last, you think he finally might be relieving you of your agony. "And Daddy knows you're so sensitive, you must be getting close already..."

"Yes! Y-yes, please Daddy," you chant, your tummy twisting in knots as you prepare for the release you've been seeking for hours now at the cruel hands of your dissatisfied daddy.

"So close..." Ransom hums, circling tighter and tighter over your little button. Clenching your hands into fists, you brace yourself, inching closer and closer to climax with each passing second, almost, almost- until...

"No," Ransom's stern voice hits you like a ton of bricks, your entire buildup crashing down as he pulls his hands away, a sick look of satisfaction forming on his face as you sob in protest. Backing up, Ransom shakes his head, speaking over your cries with unnerving steadiness. "No cumming for you, little girl. This is a lesson you won't want to be taught again: only good girls get to cum."

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looking for a fic, mostly smut but main theme like one night stand, bartender!tom... reader walks into toms bar and there was a storm or something and paddy was wiping tables and the he taker reader up to his place CAN'T FIND IT ANYWHERE

hey! I have a feeling you could be talking about 'closing time' by @greenorangevioletgrass

let me know if I am wrong, and i'll keep looking xx

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Only Good Girls

Just a little fic about these two because being the meat in a Stucky sandwich would be the best way to end my week.

Starring: Steve Rogers x Female Reader x Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Summary: Uh oh. Someone is getting punished. 😈😈😈

Warnings: NSFW! SMUT! MINORS DNI! Unprotected Sex. Cockwarming. Vaginal Sex. Oral Sex (male receiving). Pussy slapping.

Word Count: 337

Divider by the lovely and talented @firefly-graphics

SMUT under the cut! 😉

Steve thrusts forward, forcing his cock down your throat, cinching off your life’s breath. Your stomach lurches and you gag around his length. Everything blurs when tears spill from your eyes, thick spit flowing over your chin and down your chest adding to the mess that’s already partially dried and sticking to your heated skin.

You didn’t mean to be a brat, you just wanted to dance with your boyfriends at Tony’s party. You asked so nicely, remembering your manners. Steve had asked you to wait. He and Bucky were finally able to let their guard down and catch up with friends after back to back missions. Instead of being patient you downed some “liquid courage” in the form of one too many of Natasha’s cosmopolitans, and found yourself grinding into Thor’s lap to the beat of whatever song was blasting through the speakers.

Your soldiers were not amused.

“Not a lot of sass coming out of that mouth now,” Bucky growls as he thrusts quickly up into your cunt. The movement knocks you off balance, your knees hitting each side of the bed. Scrambling to reposition yourself, you whine around Steve’s cock as three sharp spanks shock your sensitive pussy.

“I don’t remember saying you could take a break,” Bucky watches you struggle to get back into position. “Come on Doll. Get. Back. Up.” He punctuates each word with a deep thrust. His cock hits your sweet spot with each intrusion, bringing you dangerously close to the edge.

As if reading your mind, Steve wraps a hand around your throat, groaning as he feels his cock from the outside. “Don’t even think about it Sweetheart,” he grunts as your muscles constrict around him. “Only good girls get to come.”

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hackers heart is now on my mind fuck so here’s a request

reader gets jealous at a gala with a lot of girls flirting with steve so she starts to act up but he puts her in her place 😉

captain’s princess — steve

au: hacker’s heart

warnings || smut, spanking, size kink, brat behavior, degradation, steve’s got a big cock, marking, tiny!reader, throat fucking, rough sex, slight hair pulling, dom!steve, captain kink, platonic!bucky x reader

word count || 3k

note || this was supposed to be short and then turned into a whole fucking fic....anyway, happy 4k to me! here’s absolute filth for you

Something Steve hadn’t realized until this very moment is that you were a jealous woman. He would have suspected it, really. You were clingy to him, wild and unashamed. But more importantly, you liked showing the world you were his girl.

He doesn’t know why he’s surprised you started to misbehave when some girls seemed to crowd around him. You had promised to behave and you were doing so good until the girls started flirting with him.

You really had been so good up until you saw that girl’s hand on Steve’s chest and how he smiled sheepishly at the touch. He was yours, you had thought with a clenched jaw. You huffed out, hand clutching the wine glass in your hands. Another girl had grazed her hand over his bicep and you swear you turned feral.

You felt the glass of wine in your hand disappear, making you turn to find Bucky Barnes in front of you with the glass between his fingers.

“Look like you’re gonna go ape shit, figured you didn’t want to break the glass and cut yourself.”

“Oh I’m gonna cut somebody,”You grumbled, shoulders scrunched together grumpily as you glared at the women surrounding your boyfriend.

“He doesn’t realize they’re flirting,”Bucky told you, looking at you pointedly.”You know you’re his girl.”

“Yeah, but they don’t,”You mumbled, crossing your arms.”He isn’t an idiot, Bucky, he knows they’re flirting, he’s letting them touch him.”

“He doesn’t notice,”Bucky tried to persuade you from doing something stupid,”All he’s probably thinking about is when he can get back to you.”

“Yeah, right,”You murmured, taking the glass of wine and downing it quickly.”I’m gonna hack them.”

“Of course you are,”Bucky sighed, glancing down at your hand which you held out to him. He looked at you with a puzzled expression.

“Phone, Buck,”You explained, motioning for him to hand over his phone.

“Where’s yours?”

“Steve has it, he wanted me off screens for the night,”You told him with shrug.

“I really don’t want to get in the mid—hey!”

You reached your hand into his pocket and got out his shiny new phone,”Oooh, finally upgraded like I told you,” You commented, quickly jailbreaking his phone and linking into your code to get a look at all the screens in the room. You sent a virus into both their phones, while also making one their phones blow your with notifications about the device over heating when you overloaded. You didn’t need to look up to know Steve knew what you were doing. You just ignored his glare.

Just as you were about to continuing hacking into the phones, Bucky took it back with a frown,”You made your point, you got his attention. Why can’t you be normal and just flirt with other guys to get his attention, you always gotta break the law?”

“Why didn’t I think of that?”You replied, a little smirk on your lips. You can feel your boyfriend’s eyes on you,”Oh, where’s Thor? I’m gonna have him bench press me.”

“That’s a terrible idea, why am I helping you?”

“You’re bored ‘cause Nat isn’t paying attention to you either,”You said like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“Maybe I should flirt with Thor...”

“Bet he could bench press you too.”

Bucky laughed at that, rolling his eyes,”Why don’t we just ignore them and have fun?”

“I stress you out.”

“That’s...true, but hey, fuck it, I could use a little wild energy.”

“Wanna dance?”You asked curiously, tilting your head at him.

“Oh now you’re using me to get him jealous?”

“Bet it will Nat jealous too.”

Bucky took your hand in his immediately, making you laugh and you guys just danced ridiculously around the room. You almost forgot about the jealously seeping into your chest, just having fun with one of your best friends.

He showed off some old moves, playfully spinning you around until you collided against Steve’s chest. The blond capturing you with a hard stare, frown etched across his face. His hands tore you away from Bucky just as Nat finally found the brunette soldier.

“You think I haven’t noticed you ignoring me, huh, princess?”He towered over you easily, his hands clutching your waist tightly. You rolled your eyes at him, pushing out of his grip. You knew since you were in public he’d be less rough and would let you go.

“I haven’t been ignoring anyone, just figured you were busy,”You shrugged, taking a step away from him and going towards the bar. You have Captain America stalking after you with an annoyed expression, and you just really loved getting on his nerves.

“You said you’d behave,”Steve whispered into your ear, close behind you as you got another glass of wine.

“I am behaving, not that you would notice, too busy getting felt up by all those pretty girls, or did you think I wouldn’t notice?”You snapped, jaw clenching after taking a long sip of the red liquid.

“Is that what’s got you acting like a brat, dancing with my best friend and hacking into innocent girls’ phone?”Steve asked, taking the glass from your hand and seizing your arm to pull you towards the corridor.

The party noise got quieter as Steve dragged you down the hall until he reached the elevator. With a gentle shove, he pushed into the uncrowded space.

“It’s not my fault you’d rather get fangirled over than dance with me,”You bite back, pulling away from his grip and standing on the other side of the elevator with a dramatic huff.

“Oh, you’re really going for the whole brat act, aren’t you? Something doesn’t go your way and you always have to act up, baby, I don’t know how many times I can tell you that you are the only one I want,”Steve tried to get across, his arms coming to cage you against the wall.

“You let them touch you,”You said softly, looking up at him with sad eyes. Steve softened at the sight of you, but it was short lived as you tried to evade the conversation once again by trying to slip under him to get away. You almost succeeded.

“Can you stop running away from me and have an actual conversation?”Steve scolded, gripping you tightly by your waist now. You avoided his gaze until he hooked his finger up your chin.”You’re my girl, my princess, I didn’t realize how they would effect you, okay? I’m sorry, but your behavior was inexcusable and you know that, you wanted me to pay attention, didn’t you? I’m right here, baby, and I’m all yours.”

You chewed on the inside of your cheeks and he can tell you are contemplating whether you’re gonna give in to him. Steve can tell you’ve forgiven him, but you had a twinkle in your eyes. A look he knew very well, you wanted to be tamed. You wanted him to claim you as his and vice versa.

“I dunno,”You rolled your eyes,”Think I might like hanging out with Bucky more or maybe...just maybe I’ll go drink with Thor, bet he could show me a fun night.” The words made Steve growl, picking you up and throwing you over his shoulder when the elevator doors open. He carried you to your room easily, naming you grin at you hang from his broad shoulder.

Steve threw you onto the bed, your stomach hitting the soft bedding. He grabbed your ankle, pulling you down so you were towards the end of the bed. He forced on your hands and knees while he ripped the dress from your body.

“That was really expensive,”You hissed out.

“I don’t care,”Steve grunted out, his hand smacking at the flesh of your ass.”Brats don’t get nice things.”

“Fuck off.”

Both of his hands came down on your ass, the flesh jiggling and growing hot under his blows. You let out a wanton moan, pushing your ass up towards him. Steve smirked, shaking his head at you.

“You’ve got such a mouth of you, I oughta fuck that pretty throat till it’s raw,”Steve rasped, pulling you back by your hair until you were up on your knees. His lips are on yours, his rough kiss went straight to your core. He positioned you to lay down with your head hanging over the bed. Your view of him was upside down and you know what’s coming.

Steve unbuckled his slacks, ridding his body of all his clothes until he was standing over you tiny body. His cock slapped against your face, his size making your mouth water at the feeling. His heavy member was so big compared you, the head of his cock ending mid-throat with him lined up to your pretty face.

“Gonna fuck my throat, Captain? Think you can handle me?”You taunted, licking at his thick cock.

“Open your mouth, princess,”Steve demanded, spitting onto his cock and your mouth. You held your jaw open, moaning when Steve’s cock stretched past your lips. He wasn’t gently, slowly easing into your throat all the way until he could see the outline of his cock down your neck.

Steve groaned, taking in how you choked around him. He pulled out quickly, his hard dick coated in your salvia.”Fuck, Captain.”

“Shut up,”He commanded, thrusting back into your mouth to see how you accommodated his massive length. You closed your eyes, your jaw wide and tongue sticking out to lap his cock up. His balls hit your face with every thrust, his hips moving back and forth. The squelching noises of you choking around him only encouraged him further, determined to fuck the attitude out of you.

“You look so fucking good like this, princess, taking my cock like it was meant for you,”He uttered with a whine, fucking into your throat with no mercy. You took his like a good girl, eagerly sucking on him until you could feel the way he throbbed over your tongue. One more thrust, his cock bulging in your throat as he shot his seed down your throat. He held you there, copious amounts of thick ropes into your pretty mouth.

Steve pulled out, slapping his cock against your face and then pushed into you one last time before stepping away. He leaned down to kiss you sweetly, his taste lingering in your lips. You whined against his lips, panties ruined with how wet you were for your boyfriend.

“Please,”You croaked against him,”Need to touch you...”

“You gonna be a good girl, follow your captain’s orders?”He asked carefully, grabbing ahold of your body and bringing you into his grip. You wrapped your arms around him, nails digging into your biceps while he laid you on the bed. His weight draped over you, his body pinning yours into the bed.

“Yes, yes, just please,”You begged, head dipping into the crook of his neck to leave kisses against his hot skin. You licked up his neck, feeling his vein pulse against you befor you bit harshly at his tough skin. You sucked and nipped until there was a large purple mark showcased on him.

“That’s it, princess, ‘m all yours, mark me all you want,”He encouraged, feeling you move on to another spot. You left bruises in your wake, attacking his shoulders, his collar bone, and he chest. You were possessive, he realized that now and he liked it. His cock jumped at the feeling of you claiming him, making him rut his hips against your wet cunt.

He dipped his fingers between your thighs while you kiss every part of his body, whimpering and whining as he fucked you open with two fingers, then three. He rubbed his thumb against your clit, encouraging you to cum for him quickly so he could stuff his cock inside you. You quivered against him, moaning out his name as you clawed at his chest.

“Need your cock, Captain, want you to destroy me,”You whined, spreading your legs for him.

“My pretty princess, gotta fuck all thought negative thoughts from your head, don’t I? Is that what you need? That dumb baby brain of yours has been making you act out, hasn’t it? Just need me to fuck the brat out of you.”

You’re nodding under him, capturing his lips with need. He grabbed your face gently, kissing you with such love and dominance.”Please, Captain...”

Steve nodded back at you, lips staying on yours as he grasped his cock in his hands. His dick was already hard again, his stamina and drive superior to literally any other man on the planet.

The bulbous head prodded against your entrance, walls stretching around the large member as he pushed in slowly. Steve swallowed your whines, gasping into your mouth when you squeeze tightly around him. He held your thighs open, his hips rutting into you. He sank inside you, sheathing his sensitive cock fully into your sopping cunt. You were so wet for him, squelching as his cock thrusted into you.

“Can you hear how wet you are for me?”Steve uttered, lips trailing down your face to the sweet spot on your pulse. He sucked another mark onto your skin, groaning when you rocked your hips against him.”So warm and tight for me.”

“‘s all for you, Captain,”You mewled, arms wrapping around his shoulders to press his chest down against you.”’m your princess.”

Steve smirked against your jaw, his heart preening at that. You were his princess, his best girl, and the love of his life. The fact that you thought anything different earlier today made him desperate to show you.

“Yeah, you are, Captain’s little princess, so perfect and gorgeous,”He drew his hips back, his cock nearly all the way out of your clenching pussy. He slammed back in one smooth motion, causing your back to arch off the bed into him.”You were fucking made for me, weren’t you? Made to take this cock, made to be mine.”

You can barely utter out any words, just a soft uh-huh of agreement while he pounded into you with his brute strength. His cock bulged in his belly, protruding slight in your small frame. You feel so fucking full and good with his cock stuffing your cunt. The bed rocked with every harsh thrust, the headboard banging against the wall carelessly. Steve didn’t care who heard, he needed you to know you were his and he was yours. He wanted everyone to hear. The banging against the wall is loud and it only encouraged him to fuck you hard as you turned into a mess of whines underneath him.

You scratched down his back, nails leaving red marks down his back. It made him moan out, his mouth attacking yours in a class of tongue and teeth. He loved how you marked him, his hand squeezing the flesh of your thigh. He moved one of your legs to hang over his shoulder while he fucked into you. With this angle, he hit that spot that made you tremble. He didn’t let up, his thrusts rocking the bed underneath him. His hand went to brace himself on the headboard, pounding into you as your moans echoed off the walls. He wanted everyone to hear.

His grip tightened around the wooden frame, the headboard and frame cracking under his strength at the same time. You gasped out, you body jerking when the frame collapsed underneath you. Steve wasn’t even phased, his pace never faltering into your welcoming cunt.

“Fuck, Captain!”You cried out, the fact he had broken your entire bed made you gush around him. Nails clawing into his back to the point that you actually break skin, making Steve groan.

“You gonna cum, princess, know you’re close, can feel your tight little pussy squeezin’ my cock, so go ahead, cum for your Captain, be a good girl for me,”His forehead head in against yours, hands holding himself up over you. His fists grasped the sheets, broken bed rocking and squeaking under your passionate fucking.

“Steve!” You sobbed out, tears leaking from your eyes from the incredible pressure releasing from your tummy. You felt like you were floating almost, nerves vibrating at incredible speeds as your body quivered underneath him. With your walls tightly wrapped around his cock, Steve spilled inside you. He pumped his hot cum into your eager pussy, a guttural groan emitting from his throat.

Steve nearly collapsed onto you, careful not to crush you. He flipped onto his back, the bed cracking more when he pulled you against his chest.

You heaved out heavy breaths, kissing him slowly and gently before giggling at the state of your room.”You broke my bed.”

“Yeah, I did...”He grinned at you,”Guess you’ll just have to sleep in my room, princess, gonna have to stay with me indefinitely.”

“Mhm, how about forever?”You whispered, hands resting against his chest. You smiled at the marks that cover his body, knowing you claimed him put you at ease. The possessive feeling subsiding now that you now that everyone will see your bruises and scratches on him.

“Sounds perfect...”Steve looked at you with such love and admiration,”You’re not gonna make me hang up all those picture on our wall are you?”

You glanced over to your little collage of shirtless Polaroids of Steve and a gossip article with you straddling him at restaurant displayed in the middle,”Oh definitely, can’t not have my wall of hotness.”

He shook his head, holding you close to his chest. Steve just can’t stop smiling when he looks at you,”I love you, princess.”

You beamed at that, chewing on your bottom lip,”Even when I’m wild and a brat?”

“Yeah, even then,”Steve kissed you gently once again, peppering your face with loving kisses. He drank up your giggles and smiled,”’m not gonna stop till you say it back...” His fingers danced along you waist, making you squirm and fall to his side. He moved over you again quickly, the bed falling completely on the ground with a loud thud.

Both of you laughed out at that, holding each other close and just enjoying the love you shared.

“I love you too, Stevie, forever,”You uttered with a huge grin, another laugh escaping your lips when he molded his lips against yours sweetly.

[420-l0ver-21]

Little One

#RampitUp1Kinktober Day17

​​Pairing: Ari Levinson x Agent!Reader

Summary: Ari is your superior for this mission. How will either of you survive the training?

1Kinktober Kink: Anal

Word Count 3K

Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI. SMUT! Read at your own risk, mutual pining, enemies?to lovers, sparring, virgin reader, power dynamics, undercover mission, faux marriage, mile high club, fingering, dirty talk, oral (m receiving) vaginal sex, Sir kink, size kink, anal intercourse. Not-so- private sex act. Not Beta’d. All errors my own. Dividers by @firefly-graphics

A/N: This is my first Ari fic and I have to confess: I haven’t seen the movie, I know nothing about the agencies involved or the politics really, I kind of made all of that part up. The reader is in a sort of Widow organization and, again, I made her allegiance up.

This for the 17th DAY of #rampitup1Kinktober! TYSM for following me! 🧡

I Do NOT Consent to my work being reposted, translated or presented on any other blog or site other than by myself.

You’d dedicated yourself to the order at 17. You believed in what you were doing, so much so that you agreed to be sterilized a year later.

And you took a vow of celibacy.

After all, you thought, you probably wouldn’t live long and temporal things such as sex and children were hindrances and dead weight.

And love?

Well, love was for fools, not for fighters.

Until you encountered Ari.

There was something about him. His passion, his dedication, and his soul that set yours on fire.

The fact that he was jacked and his eyes seemed to reach out and want to drown you in their endless pools did not help your cause of being alone in this unexpectedly long life.

Living 10 years beyond the time you vowed to die was exhausting alone.

Perhaps it was fate that led you to Ari.

The first time Ari saw you, he saw a 27-year old idealistic child who had experienced the world, but not anything of real life.

He also saw a beautiful woman who had been neglected of carnal pleasure.

Being assigned to be your supervisor on this joint mission was convenient, because he could gauge your dedication. That was part of his mission for his superiors.

His mission for himself was quite different.

Sparring with Ari was exhilarating, partly because he made you dig deep and get better, but also, you could put your hands on him legitimately, and him on you. You began to look forward to the daily briefings and beatings at the hands of your superior.

In more ways than one.

Ari dodged a spin kick that was nearly perfect and grabbed your leg, throwing you on your back and allowing him to lunge for your head.

Your legs shot up and enclosed his, tripping him onto the mat and allowing you to straddle him, your elbow in the perfect position to break his nose.

Then you made the mistake of looking him in the eyes.

“You’re beautiful when you’re riding me, y’know that?”

You hesitated at that a second too long and that gave him the opportunity to grab your arm and twist it behind your back, and get behind you, his short-clad crotch planted firmly in your ass and bare chest against your back.

Your own chest heaved as you felt the hair on his torso around the back of the sports bra you were wearing and you tried to control your pebbled nipples.

No man, or woman for that matter, had ever affected you this way. You felt his cock get hard as he held you there, yet he didn’t release you.

“You’re going to risk your life for some pretty words and some dick? You need to focus.”

And with that, he threw you down on the mat, where you lay for a second to get yourself together.

You got up and stood before him at attention, staring off into space as he circled you.

You frustrated Ari to no end. He knew that you could have easily killed him just then if you had only concentrated. He also knew he should have killed you because you faltered.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?”

“Nothing, Sir.”

What was wrong with you was there had been several weeks of sexual tension that you finally admitted to yourself. Even though you weren’t riding Ari, you’d break your vows for the chance, you realized. So he would have to kill you to get rid of you now.

You were in love with Ari Levinson.

Ari walked beside you and admired your profile. Sweat made your dark skin glow and your body… he looked you up and down. Your body was perfect. He’d had to jack off several times a day to keep himself under control.

He could command you to fuck him, the superiors had decided that if that must be for the good of the cause and mission, so be it. It was his job to break you in. But for the first time in his life, he didn’t agree.

He didn’t want you to be his because of a command. He wanted you to give yourself willingly. And he was a smart man, but he was just now realizing the signs.

Ari walked behind you and stood very close to you, his heat warming your up, yet making you shiver. He saw your reaction and smiled, but dropped it when he walked around to face you.

“Get packed. We’re on the move. Mission begins tomorrow night in New York. You have your gear in your room. We leave in two hours.”

And with that, he walked out of the room to go jack off again, but you didn’t know that. You were left with your head spinning at the thought that the mission was tomorrow, and would most likely be finished soon. That meant you would have to leave Ari.

You dropped your head for one minute, then raised it and sucked it up as you headed to your room.

You were surprised at the gear in your room. In the middle of the room was an Hermès trunk, filled with a selection of high end wardrobe, complete with matching Birkins and shoes. Laid out on the bed were several evening gowns, which looked as if they would fit you perfectly.

On your dresser was a case full of very convincing jewelry, gems that looked very real, although you knew they couldn’t be. Another case contained luxury skincare and makeup.

You felt very giddy for a girl who never played dress-up, but spy.

You were on your way to the airport, showered and dressed in posh traveling clothes, Ari by your side, similarly attired.

“What is the assignment? What is the duration?”

You needed some answers.

“We are married, darling. We are the Beckers.” Ari looked at you and texted out an American accent. You smiled back and did the same.

“Of course, Dear.”

You smiled at Ari and his heart skipped a beat, although he continued.

“We’re in New York for the season and to peruse artwork for our collection. Of course the artwork in question would do great things for the cause. Four weeks, although it could be a little longer.”

You never in your 10 years in the life had you wished for a mission to last longer. You just nodded and looked ahead at the road ahead.

You boarded a private jet, being greeted by the pilots as Mr. and Mrs. Becker. The mission had begun.

You heard Ari inquire about the plane as the attendant served wine.

“And the bed, is it a king sized?”

The attendant frowned as he looked from Ari to you. You had no clue that this plane had a bed. It was a 10 hour flight.

“N-no Sir. It is only a queen.”

Ari tsked. “It’s a shame. The Missus and I would like to take a proper ‘rest.’”

He winked at you and you reached over and took his hand, looking him straight in the eye.

“Sorry Sir, Madame. I hope that it’s comfortable.”

“We’ll make do,” you smiled at the attendant as Ari chuckled and caressed your hand with his thumb. Electric currents shot from your hand to your cunt.

After a leisurely, delicious dinner with excellent wine, you were led back to the bedroom portion of the jet.

You started to speak and Ari held his hand up to his lips and silenced you. He started some music, then nodded.

“This is quite the show.”

Ari nodded slowly.

“It is, isn’t it? I’ve recorded some sounds to play of… lovemaking… to make it belivable….”

Ari reached for his recorder and you stopped his hand.

“Why do we need a recording?”

Ari did not want to believe the real question you were asking.

“Because that is the cover, we are a randy married couple who cant keep….”

You threw yourself at Ari, landing on his lap as you sat him down on the bed. Your lips met his and you bit his lip to get him to open. You slipped your tongue inside as he groaned from want. You were a virgin, but you had been kissed.

Ari chuckled.

“What was that, Little One? What are you doing? This is a different sort of attack.”

He’d never called you that to your face, only when he was alone and in his dreams.

You started taking off his jacket and unbuttoning his shirt. He didn’t resist.

“I say we go for method acting.”

Your eyes were on your hands as you undressed him. Ari took your chin and tilted your head up to meet your eyes.

“What are you asking, Little One? Use your words.”

HIs eyes were so spellbinding and he looked so sincere. Damn, he was a good actor.

“I want you to take me. Here, on the plane. May as well get it over with.”

Ari looked at you questioningly.

“That is why we were paired? It was decided that I be of use that way? Part of your job is this mission, but the other part is to… break me in?”

You’d heard tale of others and how it went for them. You were grateful it was Ari.

You were beautiful, deadly, and smart. Ari was in awe of you.

“I’m not going to do anything you don’t want to do…”

Inside, Ari was thrilled that you’d considered it, and wanted it. It would make some things so much easier.

You stood up and took off your top. You revealed a translucent lace bra, which clearly showcased your nipples. Ari licked his lips as he watched you turn around and take off your pants, bending over to push your ass in his face. He wanted to grab it, but restrained himself.

You turned back around. He appreciated you in the lingerie. He’d taken his time and picked it out, guessing correctly that it would look amazing on you. He’d never dreamt that you would be so willing. He had no idea how willing you were.

“This is part of my training. Yes?”

Ari wanted to throw you on the bed and take you roughly, but you were right.

“Yes.”

He stood up and pulled off his pants, revealing a large, hard, and leaking monster of a cock, at least that’s how it appeared to you. Then he sat back down. He looked up at you.

“Keep in mind. You will get the complete education tonight. But your body has been conditioned to take almost anything. On your knees.”

You obeyed, confronted with the large organ in front of your face as he fisted it, hand sliding up and down the large shaft, making the shiny red head disappear and reappear. There was some liquid a the tip, and you looked at it and then up at him, curiously.

Ari could not help himself. To have you on your knees and so innocent for him, it was almost more than he could take.

Ari smiled. “That’s a normal part of it. Taste it. Give me your mouth. Open.”

You did as you were told, and Ari grasped the back of your head and brought you over to his cock.

“Stick out your tongue.”

You did so and Ari swiped his cock up and down its length. You looked up at him while he did it and his eyes almost shuttered closed. His lips parted and he licked them.

Damn, you were making him fall apart. Your little innocent hot mouth was driving him crazy.

“So good, Little One. Now, suck it.”

You smiled and leaned over, sucking the tip, not really knowing how to hold your mouth. As a result, saliva spilled out and you reached around him to clean it up, sliding your hand up his shaft to collect it. Suddenly you felt Ari shiver and moan. You looked up at him in surprise.

“Holy Shit!” Ari gasped. “Keep doing that. Holy fuck, yes!”

You smiled and moaned appreciatively in your throat as Ari watched. You sensed movement and your eyes went to his balls, which were drawing up against him. You tentatively reached out to feel them and Ari moaned again.

“Shit, girl. You’re a prodigy.”

You picked up on his cues and started stroking his shaft and kneading his balls as you sucked him, trying to go as deep as you could.

The fact that you were so into it made Ari start to loose control. He grabbed you under your arms and threw you on the bed as you giggled.

“You’re trying to sidetrack the lesson. Let’s move on.”

You couldn’t see him come apart so fast.

Ari leaned down and started kissing and sucking just below your ear.

“We’re going to move quickly, the advanced course, but I’m going to get you ready for me.”

Arr’s whisper was doing things to you; you could feel yourself clenching around air and you moaned as he took his time trying to find what made you react and how. When his mouth reached your breasts, you went wild, and he took note.

As you were squirming under his mouth, he trailed his hand down your side to your hip and over to your mound. He parted your lips with his pinky, and the rest of his large hand grabbed rubbed both holes.

You keened loudly, and Ari chuckled in your ear.

“Now that’s what they need to hear.”

He didn't say that he needed it, too. He slowly slipped one finger in your pussy while his pinky ghosted your puckered hole.

“Fuck, Ari….”

He looked down on you, your beauty in this moment unmatched.

“D’you like that Little One?” He smiled as you nodded. “You are little, pussy so tight.”

He pushed another finger in your cunt and his pinky into your ass. Your back arched as you lubricated his hand and your mouth opened in a breathless moan as your eyes fluttered closed.

“Fuck, so, so good, Ari.”

“Hmm.” Ari grunted, done in by you. “You think you’re ready?”

You opened your eyes, blazing. “I’m always ready.”

If Ari wasn’t in love before, he was now. His unoccupied hand smoothed your hair back and pulled, causing your smiled to widen.

“My brave Little One. I always wondered if you’d be a hellcat in bed. Wasn’t expecting that the first time.”

“Have you ever met me?”

You were laughing at him while he shifted, tip of his penis probing at you. Your laugh turned into a scream as he slid into you with a little resistance. He kept steady and he was home in your tight wetness in no time.

His face was in the mattress to gather himself as you panted and whined. He looked up at you when he thought his look was more stoic.

“Are you ok?”

You looked at him and nodded, “I’m good. I think I will be better if you start moving. Sir.”

Ari literally growled as he complied with your reverse order.

“You are going to be the death of me. One way or another.”

He shook his head and buried it in your shoulder as he started pumping, speeding up with intensity as your wetness multiplied. When you opened your legs and wrapped them around his back, was when he let loose reared up and started circling your clit with his thumb.

Your eyes rolled back into your head and you started chanting, “Yes,yes,yes,yes,yes…” And Ari started swiveling his hips, searching for that spot that would make you…

“GOOOD GODDDD!”

Ah, there it was, you came around him, a shuddering, whimpering, mess, loud enough to have the desired effect upon the crew.

Ari grunted to hold himself back, but he wasn’t finished.

He pulled out of you as you lay curled in a ball, reeling from the sensations. He went to his bag and retrieved something.

“Up up up up.”

Ari pulled you up on hands and knees and rubbed your magnificent ass.

“Here’s the honors portion.”

And you felt something cold on between your cheeks.

“Oh!”

You jumped and shivered at the lube.

Ari took pity on you and guided you to lay down in front of him.

“This part can be very pleasurable, if you relax.”

Ari’s whisper in your ear was making you hot again. Your nipples perked up and Ari snaked his arm between you and the bed as his other opened your leg to play with your clit.

You started moaning and writhing within moments, and grinding your ass against his cock. Ari had to bite back yet another moan.

“Now Little One, grab my cock and push it into your ass for me. Like a good girl.”

The content of that sentence made you afraid, but the feelings your were feeling made you obey. You swiped his cock against your ass, actually finding the sensation very pleasurable.

And since you were in control, you pushed the tip almost fully inside you, wanting more as Ari kept pleasuring your clit and nipple. You wanted this.

So you pushed onto him, Ari huffing in your ear from holding back, until he popped inside the tight ring of muscle. You stopped, He was so fucking huge. But he felt so...

“Feels so….” Ari’s heart was beating out of his ears as he waited for your next words. “...so fucking Gooooood, Ari.”

“Fuck, Little One.”

He grunted in your ear and started pumping, you two still on your side, until you were begging him for more. Then, he turned so that he was behind you and could give better strokes.

“Fuck me Ari, fuck me, fuck meeeee.”

You were grunting and moaning and you actually started throwing it back on him.

“I think you might like this better than traditional fucking, Little One. I knew you were a prodigy.”

“Fuck. Yes. Sir.”

And Ari lost it, pounding into your ass until he came, his seed spilling out of you as you came clenching and quivering around him, so tight.

A few minutes later, you opened your eyes to Ari’s gentle demands that you get up and go to the loo, and shower. He handed you a bottle of water on your way into the airplane bathroom.

“Got to keep you healthy. You’re important to… the mission.”

You looked up at him.

“Right, Sir. Did I… did I do well, Sir?”

“You certainly did. A+ all around.”

Ari wanted to kiss you, but this was just business, right?’

You headed into the loo and looked back at him.

“Thank you, Ari.”

“My pleasure, Little One.”

You smiled at him and closed the door.

Ari flopped down on the bed and tried to figure out how he was going to survive this one.

I got so carried away. 😅 Let me know if you felt it too!

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[420-l0ver-21]

Mafia Ari 👀 angry? sexy! hot 🥵

Pairing: Mafia!Ari x reader

Warnings: Rough smut, oral (fem receiving), choking, size kink, praise kink, primal play, housewife kink, mentions of canon level violence (not towards reader), protective Ari. Ari is 6'6".

Word count: 1.8K

a/n: Written on my phone, I'll edit it later. Unbeta'd.

Music filters out of your phone on the counter. Dancing in front of the stove, you shrink back from the heat pouring over your face when you open the oven door. The fragrant scents of your garlic roasted chicken drift up, you inhale it with a smile. Ari is going to love this. You’re pairing it with a few of his favorite sides and you can’t wait for him to try your new recipe.

You chuckle softly, remembering the last time you tried something new, he ate every last salty, burned bite of the dish despite your insistence that he didn’t have to.

Closing the door, you turn down the heat, letting everything simmer. All you have to do is finish setting the table and grab his beer out of the fridge. His meeting should be almost over..

You take a step back, smoothing your hands down the front of your dress. He bought it for you a week ago; it fits you perfectly, enhancing your curves and the color is beautiful.

You take two steps away from the stove, turning towards the bridge when a loud bang startles you. It coming from the front of the house. A second loud boom travels throughout the halls, a shriek snakes up your throat, your heart pounds in your chest. You look around frantically, fear slivers down your spine, freezing you in place. Then you hear the rapid rhythmic stomping of something, someone coming down the hall.

You’re about to dive for the gun he has hidden under the table when you hear your name, growled, low and dark in his throat.

You recognize that voice.

You recognize that tone.

Ari.

He storms into the kitchen, and he sucked all the air out of the room with his domineering presence. Your breath hitches in your throat, eyes raking up and down the disheveled man. You’ve seen Ari when he’s angry, but this-this is something different. More primal. His large hands grab the sides of the doorway, his upper body leaning towards you as if he’s physically holding himself back. Small splatters of crimson pepper his white shirt, the stains spreading across his collar.

Ari cracks his neck, the low crunching noise as he rolls his shoulders makes you take a step back. Deep blue eyes travel up your body, past your bare feet to your calves, his lip twitches and his grip tightens, the wood creaking faintly. He continues his perusal of your trembling body, sweeping back and forth cautiously, thoughtfully, as if he’s searching for something.

His solemn gaze land on your face, lingering on your lips before finding your wide eyes. A flash of relief crosses his face before more rage seeps in, enhancing his stunning features. “Run.”

Your brows furrow, licking your dry lips, you scoff out a confused “what?”

Ari stands up straight, his head brushing the top of the doorframe. His deft fingers grasp the front of his shirt and he rips it open, buttons hitting the floor with sharp pings. “Run. Now. Sunshine.”

You can’t.

He’s blocking the only way in and out of the kitchen.

You can’t run.

You study his hands, watching as his shirt flutters to the floor, he pulls off his belt in one swift motion. “Don’t say I didn’t give you a chance to run.”

Your eyes flicker up to his face and your belly drops. He knows you can’t get out here. He knows, and he’s doing this on purpose. Heat, arousal, and anticipation swirl in your fluttering belly before settling between your thighs. Your panties cling to you, drenched.

You take a step back, he follows. Every small step is met with his long, measured stride, slowly unbuttoning his pants, he smirks down at you.

“When I catch you, I don’t think I’ll be able to let you go Sunshine.” His voice is low, gravelly, and taunting.

A predator hunting down his prey.

You keep moving, your chest rising and falling rapidly, unable to tamp down your growing excitement. His bulge getting bigger and bigger every second.

He’s caging you in.

You’re running out of room.

Ari’s purposely advancing on you, his darkening eyes never leaving your face, full pink lips twisted into a devious smirk.

Your foot slips on the slippery floor.

“Oh shit Ari-,” you gasp, reaching out to steady yourself. The back of your thighs hit the edge of the table. He crosses the remaining space in two long strides, standing so close you can feel the heat radiating off the large body.

“You really should have run, Sunshine.” His voice deepens, the warning in his tone goes straight to your aching pussy and you clench down. Ari reaches inside his boxers, your knees almost buckle at the sight of his long, thick cock, hard and leaking, a bead of precum rolling off his swollen head.

There’s no time to think, to react. Not with him so fucking close, his cock brushes over your belly, his masculine cologne filling your nose. Ari seems even bigger than usual, towering over you, making you feel petite. Without another word, he spins you around, your hands hitting the table, knocking over the plate you set down earlier. He’s treating your body like it belongs to him, hooking his hand under your thigh, spreading you open.

“Ari-“ his name ends in a soft moan. “Oh fuck-“

Normally he eases you into, takes his time with foreplay, doesn’t fuck you until you’re on the brink of begging. But right now, he can’t wait any longer, twisting your panties to the side, he sends up a silent thanks that you’re so wet for him, he could feel your slick coating your thighs when he grabbed you.

“Such a good girl,” he murmurs, lining his throbbing cock up with your hot, drenched pussy. And he pushes into with one firm stroke, your velvety walls clamping down on him, Ari’s broken groans drowning out your own soft sobs.

Pleasure laced with a sweet burning sensation pulses up your spine. You take in a breath, your hands forming fist as he languidly eases out of you, inch by inch. He slams back into you; the wet sloshing sound resounding in your ears as you stretch to fit his thick cock. He angles up, moving deeper and deeper until he’s in your belly.

“Oh god, oh god oh fuck,” you moan, your chin dropping to your chest, unable to support your own weight as he pounds into you. The fast, controlled pace lets his cock hit that sweet, sensitive spot until your vision blurs with unshed tears.

“It ain’t god making you feel like this sunshine,” Ari states, breathlessly. He stares down at your writhing body, his gaze flickering between your head lolled to the side, mouth slack, and his cock disappearing in and out of your tight cunt. He bends down, his large hand wrapping around your throat, pulling you up until your back is flush with his chest.

“Who’s making you feel good?” There’s a desperation in his voice that you’re not used to, it’s as if he needs to hear his name on your tongue.

“You are-Ari, only you, oh fuck” you breathe, digging your nails into his wrists. This new angle is letting him go even deeper, his hips grinding into you. “Ari, don’t stop, please don’t-“

“I won’t, not until you cum for me. “He drops his head along the curve of your shoulder, nipping your skin

You’re unaware that you’re chanting his name, you don’t think you can take anymore; it feels too good; shards of exquisite sensations swirling up, the pleasure enhanced by the pressure on your throat, you’re getting lightheaded, all you can feel right now is him-Ari, his warm, firm chest through the thin material of your dress, a rough, scarred hand moving up your thigh until the pad of his fingers circles your swollen clit tenderly, a direct contrast to the rough, way he’s fucking you. “I got you, just take it Sunshine, lemme feel you cum on my cock, there ya go.”

You clench down around him, his strokes falter as your orgasm unfurls inside you, an endless sultry white-hot wave of pleasure surges up, rushing across your body. Your body tenses, a thin gasp escaping your lips. Ari fucks you through it until you go limp around him. You would collapse to the tiled floor if he weren’t holding you.

He circles his hips erratic thrusting, once, twice then he groans your name as he spills inside you, relishing in the feel of your fluttering walls around his cock, murmuring soft praises as you pant. He slips out of you, turning your pliant body around and placing you on the table.

“What the fuck was that?” Dropping back, you rest on your elbows, he tears your ruined panties off, putting them in his pocket. “I’m not complaining, but you haven’t gone all cavemen since that night-“ you gesture with your fingers.

A rueful smile tugs at his lips and for a minute he stares down at you, his eyes watching his cum drip out of your swollen pussy. He sighs, carding his hand through his damp locks. You don’t think he’s going to answer; he pulls out the chair and sits in front of you, placing his hands on your thighs. “Some punk thought he could threaten you," he responds quietly.

“Oh,” you respond, trying to keep the amusement out of your voice.

That explains it.

Ari barely tolerates people looking at you. He always says you’re the only light, his sunshine, in his dark, merciless world and he refuses to let anyone take you from him.

You don’t bother to ask what he did to whoever was stupid enough to mention your name in front of your man.

After all you were there when the Drysdale heir thought his legacy could shield him after he smacked your ass at a party.

You didn’t know Ari could toss another grown man through a window until that night.

It was impressive and you thanked him very throughly for protecting you.

"Did you toss this one off a roof or something?" You laugh, raising your eyebrows playfully.

Ari glares at you, but all the heat and rage in his blue eyes are gone, only the possessive love and neediness you’re accustomed to seeing remains. “I may have overreacted.”

You laugh knowing he's not going to tell you what he did, so you turn your attention to charred food on the stove. “Ya think? I hope you weren’t hungry because I’m pretty sure our dinner is burned by now”

“That’s on you for not running.” His sharp retort makes you laugh harder. Ari grumbles under his breath, something about eating until he's full, his hands moving under your ass, lifting you until your pussy is in his face. “I got something better right here.”

“Ari-“ You squeal, his tongue sliding through your messy folds. “Oh you’re filthy.”

“Not my fault your pussy tastes so damn good,” he mumbles, sucking your clit into his mouth, a burst of sensations takes you off guard and your elbows slip, your back hits the table with a soft thud. “Now lay there and let me enjoy my meal.”

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I cant stop thinking about reader having moved from San Francisco having had a past relationship with Eddie/Venom but now works for the Avengers and is flirty with Stucky and Eddie comes to work with them or visit idk anyway I need Eddie/Venom & Stucky porn please 😩😂😂😂

Okay wow. You’ve officially broken my brain. Also this became a one shot as I have no control over myself.

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summary || You, Eddie, Steve, Bucky and Venom have an orgy.

warnings || unprotected sex. vaginal sex. anal sex. facefucking. tentacles. handjobs. blowjobs. oral sex. rimming. cum licking. squirting. hint of stucky and symbrock. possessive venom. MINORS DNI

this is the first time I’ve written something like this. I hope you like this ;)

Venom couldn’t digest seeing you flirt around with Steve and Bucky. ‘Mine.’ Was all that he kept saying into Eddie’s head everytime you came into view. You and Eddie had broken up on amicable terms but venom had been pestering him about letting you go ever since.

You had decided to move to New York and accept a job offer of being the avengers’ PR agent. While you did look after the others on the team, you paid special attention to the super soldiers, because either they purposefully came to you with complaints to spend time with you, or they were really dumb as fuck.

What began as harmless flirting soon had turned into thick sexual tension. Lingering glances and touches. And you were just waiting for the day it would all come bubbling up and they’d just fuck you.

But then Eddie came into the picture. He had come to interview the avengers and surprisingly he got along well with them. You knew about venom but had agreed to keep it a secret but that was until some aliens attacked the avengers tower.

At that venom showed up, picked you up, jumped from the window and just left without giving a single flying fuck about others in the tower while Steve and Bucky stared with mouths wide open as you and venom slinged around the skyline of New York.

The first thing the super soldiers did when the battle finally ended was visit your house. You were gladly unharmed and once they were done checking you for injuries, their eyes went to Eddie lounging on the couch. “What are you?” Steve was the one to ask.

“What I am is none of your business.” Eddie said crossing his arms. Steve was about to argue before Bucky stopped him. “Thanks for saving her. Though we would’ve appreciated a little help too. But yeah.”

While the guys were bickering, your panties were getting wet thinking about all the possibilities of getting railed by all of them. At a point, you were all just staring awkwardly at each other, none knowing what to do.

“Is this how orgies begin?” You were the only one who laughed at the joke. Venom too showed himself and all their eyes darkened as they stared at you. “Is that what you want doll?” Bucky was the first to speak up.

You just shrugged as if it wasn’t a big deal, but your panties were soaking wet. You gulped when all of them started walking towards you like stalking a prey. “All you had to do was ask, baby.” Eddie said as he stood in front of you. “We promise we’re gonna make it good for you, sweetheart.”

The next thing you knew, Steve’s plump lips were pressed against yours and hands were dragging you into your bedroom. Venom took over next and you gagged his huge tongue as he nearly deep throated you.

All the while Bucky was intent on undressing you and you knew it was him by his distinct metal arm. When Bucky finally got to kiss you, his kiss was passionate and boy, did that man knew how to kiss.

Eddie placed you on the bed Venom started licking your dripping pussy with his long tongue. The way his tongue entered your hole was the equivalent of getting fucked.

On the other hand, Steve and Bucky kissed in a moment of passion and liquid heat travelled through your veins at the sight. These two sexy men kissing each other was a sight to see. “Holy fuck!”

Lost in the sensations you failed to notice Eddie’s smirk until you were swiftly turned around on your stomach. “Eddie.” You sighed and Eddie or rather venom spanked your ass. “Venom!” You knew he didn’t like when you didn’t take his name.

He didn’t give you much time to ponder as his slimy tongue started licking your puckered hole. Bucky positioned himself in front of you and pulled you up by your hair to suck his cock. You groaned around his length when venom’s tongue entered your ass.

“I’m gonna fuck her pussy.” Steve declared as he stood back and took in the picture displayed in front of him. You looked so good laid out like this, he had to jerk his cock to relieve a little pressure.

“Venom takes her ass.” Venom said in his thick voice. “Well, sloppy seconds ain’t bad. Till then keep going doll.” Bucky sighed in fake disappointment. The way these were calling out the turns as if you didn’t exist was making you whimper in arousal.

You let go of Bucky’s cock to cough and they took that time to rearrange. “She’s ready.” Eddie sat on his haunches to let Steve slid beneath you. You straddled Steve’s chest and rubbed yourself over his hard cock before taking it in your hand and positioning it over your hole.

You both moaned when he entered you. His girthy cock stretching you in all the right places. “You feel so good around me sweetheart. Never gonna leave this sweet pussy.” Hearing the captain say filthy words was a whole another experience.

Bucky once again pulled you down and began to earnestly fuck your throat this time. Your chin was already slobbery with your spit and your cheeks were stained with tears and yet you relished the way his cock hit your throat.

You took Eddie’s cock in hand and started jerking him as Venom’s tentacles entered your tight channel. What began as a thin tentacle soon gained girth. Venom and Steve were honestly rearranging your guts.

Other tentacles had wrapped themselves around your legs and arms to keep you in place. Steve thrusted up into your pussy like an animal as venom enjoyed his time stretching you out.

Eddie had wrapped his hand over yours and was grunting as he jerked himself off. Bucky’s mouth was the only one running, while the others just grunted and moaned.

‘You’re taking us so well. Look at you doll, all laid out for us to just take.’ ‘Just like that, you suck my so well.’ ‘You were made for this, to be our cocksleeve. That’s all you are, aren’t you?’

Finally, with the way their cocks were hammering in you, you came the hardest you ever had. Your legs shook and eyes rolled back and you felt as if you were floating on clouds.

You felt a different kind of pressure in your abdomen when you came and you didn’t realise what it was. Not until you came back on earth and heard all of them hollering around. “Yeah baby, fuck. You squirt so well.” Eddie said as he came all your hands and venom’s tentacles that had wrapped over his dick.

“Yummy!” You heard venom cheer and there was no doubt he was gonna lick it up later. “Fuck fuck fuck. You squirted around my cock like the good little girl you are. Can feel you milking me. So good sweetheart. Feels like heaven.” Steve was murmuring in your ear as he released his warm load into your quivering pussy.

“You’re our walking dream doll. Now I gotta make you squirt on my cock too!” Bucky pulled you back and came all over your face until it was dripping down. Steve leaned up and started licking your face.

You felt empty all of a sudden when they pulled out their cocks. You slacked down into the now wet bed as you heard them moving around and thought they were gonna join you too.

But then Bucky pulled you in his lap and looked up at him with owlish eyes when you felt Eddie settle behind you. “What? We promised you doll, now we gotta fulfil that promise.”

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Wake Up Call (S.R.)

Word Count: 1.1k

Summary: Husband!Steve wakes reader in the best way possible

Notes: 18+ content below the cut: nudity, slight somnophilia, p in v, clit play, sleepy sex, creampie, nicknames (sweetheart, pretty girl) female reader. Very fluffy smut!

The first thing that Steve Rogers does every morning is kiss his wife. 

He’s up before the sun, hand running through his mussed hair as he leans over to press light kisses to your cheeks, your lips, anywhere that he can reach. 

It’s a simple act of affection, something that’s just for his knowledge. This brief moment of hazy bliss is what sets his day off in the right direction, it’s what he looks forward to when he closes his eyes at night. Because Steve doesn’t rise for the rest of the world – he does so for you.

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First Class Fantasies

pairing: dadsbestfriend!steve rogers x wilson!fem!reader (modern au)

summary: steve has noticed your crush on him for a while now, and he decides it's time to have some fun with it. not even caring that his best friend, your father, was only a few feet away.

word count: 4.6k

warnings: smut, age gap (reader 21, steve 45) playful teasing, dirty talk, use of pet names, daddy kink, innocence kink, dumbification, public fingering, mile high club ?, panty stealing, finger sucking, degradation, praising !!! 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI !!!

notes: i'm in love with dbf!steve so i just had to write this. also this has been sitting in the drafts for long enough. i hope you all enjoy ! 💗

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It was tough being a Wilson. There were so many expectations you had to meet, events you were dragged to alongside your father, moments you missed out on with friends.

But one of the hardest was having constant contact with none other than Steve Rogers.

You shouldn't have a crush on your fathers best friend, but it was hard not to.

Everything about him made you weak in the knees. His adorable smile, his piercing blue eyes, the fact that he towered over everyone with his 6’4” frame.

The first time you met him was right before you left for college, at the going away party your father insisted on throwing for you. With a neatly wrapped present in hand, he stepped into the foyer of your family house and instantly took your breath away.

It didn't help when he greeted you- his warm palm placed gently against the small of your back, pulling you into him; while his lips placed a soft kiss to the side of your cheek. Thankfully your dad wasn't around to take notice of you unfolding into a stuttering mess.

Ever since that day, you were smitten by him. Always wondering how he was doing, if he might be seeing someone- but more importantly how his lips would feel elsewhere on your body. But you knew due to the age difference, as well as him being buddy-buddy with your dad, that nothing would ever happen between you two. So you did your best to just ignore him. Thankfully, you had college classes to aid you in your efforts. Though those efforts would soon come to an end.

Living in your own studio apartment, a few blocks away from campus, you were packing up your belongings to head back home. It was the end of your junior year and as per the agreement you made with your father, you had to leave D.C and head back to New York to spend time with him during the summer.

Going back to the city wasn't all that bad. Being the daughter of the Chief Financial Officer for Stark Industries had its perks. Your own personal driver, unlimited spending sprees, constant fine dining, you enjoyed the spoiled life.

But one thing you couldn't get used to was the endearing man who awaited you back in the city. You just couldn't shake the nervousness that filled your body knowing that you were going to reunite with Steve. He had this friendly, yet intimidating demeanor that always took you by surprise. The way he’d look at people, you swore he was searching into their souls in order to find some unspoken secret about themselves.

During the flight back home, leaving Howard University behind, your thoughts were continuously plagued with the blonde Adonis.

Once your plane landed, you made your way to baggage claim to grab your belongings before heading out to the terminal entrance. You stood there waiting for your usual driver, Peter, to come and pick you up as scheduled.

You were switching through apps on your phone when suddenly you noticed a black town car pull directly in front of you. Before you had the chance to move out the way, the backseat window pulled down, causing you to gasp at who was revealed to you.

“Everytime I see you, little one, you keep getting bigger and bigger. I’m gonna need to find you a new nickname.”

Steve beamed at you, the smile reaching his eyes. He reached for the door handle before stepping out of the vehicle, alongside his own driver. You were so focused on the man in front of you, you didn’t realize your luggage was being transported into the trunk.

“H-hi Steve,” your words fumbling out due to the effect he still had on you.

He peered down at you, both hands resting on his hips. “I haven’t seen you in months and all I get is a ‘hi’?” Before you could respond, he pulled you into him, your face buried into his firm chest. You absentmindedly breathed in his aroma, the scent of his cedarwood cologne made you feel dizzy with want.

Even in his usual attire of a three piece suit to assert his power as C.O.O, you could still feel the taut muscles of his abdomen pressing against you. The feeling made your clit throb, forcing you to suppress the moan threatening to bubble out.

Steve pulled away from you, but kept you close, close enough to where you could feel his warm breath fan across your face. “How was your flight? I know how you don’t like flying that much.”

“Everything was fine. Still a little anxious,” you began, not daring to look the blonde in his eyes, “but glad to be back on the ground.”

Steve noticed your lack of eye contact, a smirk trying to make its way across his features- because he knew all about your little crush on him.

Whenever you were back home from college, he couldn’t get enough of your wandering glances when you thought he wasn’t looking. The way your breathing would become erratic, your pupils blown, anytime he’d look directly into your eyes or down at your soft and enticing lips.

His flirtatious and intense demeanor was intentional- he just loved watching you squirm. The way your bottom lip would get caught in between your teeth, your thighs slyly rubbing together to try and quell the ache between them whenever he was in your presence. Your nervousness and obvious desire-filled gaze only spurred him on.

He knows that you’re his best friend's daughter, but his cock would strain against his pants anytime he was near you.

Steve would make sure to be there anytime you came back home from university, putting priorities on the back burner, just to be in your presence.

Hooking his index finger, he used it to tilt your chin up, forcing you to look up at him. “Don't worry little one, as long as you’re with me, you’ll be safe and sound,” he promised, his voice dropping an octave.

You stood there locked in a trance with Steve. You couldn’t help but audibly gasp at the proximity of his mouth near yours. Thoughts of how his lips would feel against yours ran through your mind as per usual.

Steve quickly pulled away from you and opened the car door, acting as if nothing had happened, “Well, as much as I’d like to spend some more time with just the two of us, your dad awaits.”

Snapping out of your perverse thoughts, you clambered into the vehicle with Steve following close behind.

Once inside, he ordered his driver to head to your fathers penthouse, then raised the partition, giving the two of you privacy.

You tried to keep your heart rate steady but was finding it difficult due to Steve being so close to you. His warmth radiated off of him, making you feel absolutely cozy in the confined space.

Steve watched as you stared out the window, the angle allowed him the glorious sight of your elongated neck. All he wanted to do was trace his lips against it, hearing your moans of desire.

Leaning over, he placed his palm against the back of your hand, the action making you jump.

He couldn’t control his chuckle at your reaction, “Sorry to scare you little one, just wanted to make sure you were okay.”

You tried to respond, but the feel of his warm palm added with his thumb slightly stroking your hand had you at a loss of words. So you did the only thing you were confident you could do, and simply nodded at him.

The rest of the car ride to your father was silent, except for your slight heavy breathing. All you could focus on was the feel of his hand, and how it never left your own for the rest of the journey.

After arriving home, you reunited with your father, the moment brief due to him being called back into the office.

You made your way towards your childhood room to get changed for dinner that he had planned for your return that night.

Summer in Manhattan was humid, so you opted to wear a cream sundress, the silk material stopping right at your mid thigh.

When you were finally dressed, you went downstairs to meet Peter who would be escorting you to the restaurant. “Evening, Ms. Wilson,” the brunette squeaked towards you while holding the backseat door open.

“I’ve told you this a million times Peter, you can just call me (Y/N).”

“Sorry ma’am- (Y/N).” An apologetic look etched on his face made you smile.

It was only a five minute drive before you were stopped in front of the establishment. Once you stepped inside and gave your name to the hostess, you were directed towards the back of the restaurant. There your eyes landed on not one but two gentlemen.

“Hi dad,” you greeted your father with a kiss on the cheek, “Steve.”

With Sam in his presence, he had to restrain himself from reaching out to feel every inch of your delectable figure. So he kept it minimal and stuck to his usual greeting, a hand to the small of your back and a peck on the cheek. “Hey (Y/N). Sam offered for me to tag along, if that’s alright with you.”

Dinner went smoothly. The air filled with laughter and your father’s usual exaggerated stories. You were finishing up your dessert when your father slid an envelope towards you, showcasing a toothy smile.

“What’s this?” you pondered, thumbing the envelope open.

“Well, you finished junior year on the Dean’s List, again. So I thought you deserved this.”

Opening up the envelope, you reached inside and was greeted with airplane tickets. Looking at the details, you realized they were round trip tickets to Saint Lucia.

You couldn’t contain the squeal of excitement at the gift. “Thank you, thank you, thank you!” Launching up, you embraced your father and felt his own laughter rumble out of him.

“Don’t thank me, it was a team effort,” your father began, nudging the blonde in the shoulder, “We both thought you could use the vacation before you started senior year.”

Unlatching yourself, you went over and repeated the same actions towards Steve. “Thank you Steve.”

He felt your nipples through the thin fabric of your dress against his chest. The feeling made him desperate to know how they’d feel against his tongue. “It’s no problem, anything for you doll.”

Once you sat back down, you looked at the flight details and saw that there were 3 boarding passes. “Oh, are you coming with us Steve?” Hope clearly evident in your voice, making him smile.

“Yeah, just like you, I could use the break. Time away from the office is just what we need, right Sam?” Steve joked with your father while he nodded in agreement.

He watched Sam excuse himself to the bathroom, leaving the two of you at the table. Steve watched you as a smile was plastered on your face while you read the itinerary.

You felt an intense gaze on you making you look up, meeting Steve’s glance. “T-thank you again, Steve. I’ve always wanted to go here.”

Steve shone a sincere smile at your comment. Reaching out, he placed a hand against your exposed left thigh, his fingertips dangerously close to your core. He began to subtly stroke the soft expanse of your thigh, each rise getting closer to your warmth.

“Anything for my best girl,” he cooed, admiring the way his simple action had you frozen in your seat. “You stay in school, get amazing grades, you’re never in any trouble. Such a good girl for your father. I am so proud of you princess.”

The sudden praise that left his lips caused you to squeeze your knees together, trapping his fingers in between your thighs. You thought he was going to remove them, but he just squeezed the flesh between his hands. It was when you felt his pinky trace against the dampened crotch of your panties, that you let out a breathy moan. The sound raised the hairs across Steve’s body and made his dick twitch in his slacks.

Out of his peripheral vision, he saw Sam emerge from the bathrooms and head back towards them. Steve removed his hand and stroked his beard, acting as if nothing had happened.

“So (Y/N),” Sam began as he sat back down, “You thought about all the things you wanted to do once we’re down there?”

Steve watched as you tried to form a coherent sentence, still too flustered at his actions.

While you were conversing with your father, Steve brought the pad of his moist digit to his mouth, elusively tasting your essence that clung to his finger. It was only a drop, but your sweetness quickly sent him into a frenzy, and he knew he needed to taste you a little bit more.

It had been 3 weeks since that dinner and you were heading towards the airport, sitting next to your father. Your father insisted on taking a red eye flight so that you could arrive at Saint Lucia in the morning, planning for the sun to greet you when you all land on the island.

Once the two of you arrived and made your way inside, you were greeted with the sight of Steve.

Forgoing his usual attire of tailored suits, Steve was dressed in a pair of fitting blue jeans. A navy bomber jacket fit snug around his arms overtop a white tee that defined every ridge of his muscles underneath.

“You two ready to start our vacation?”

After dropping off your luggage and showing your boarding passes, the three of you made your way towards first class. Upon inspection, you saw that two seats were together in their enclosed space, leaving one to be seated by a stranger.

“I can sit with (Y/N),” Steve piped, “You know how anxious she gets when flying.”

“Thanks man,” your father said before turning to you. “It’ll only be a couple of hours, okay?”

You nodded along to your father, “Yeah, I’ll be fine, don’t you worry.”

Steve helped you put your carry on in the overhead compartment before sliding in beside you.

The exhausted flight attendants did their required monologues before the aircraft took off, lifting you into the sky.

You hadn’t realized your eyes were clamped shut and you were grasping onto the arm rest until Steve caressed your hand. “It’s okay princess, the hard part is over. You can relax now,” his smooth voice calmed your frayed nerves, allowing you to sink into the plush seats.

The stewardess began to pass out blankets to every occupant before powering down the overhead lights, the plane darkened only being lit with various phone and laptop screens from other passengers.

“These blankets are pretty big, do you wanna just share one?” Steve questioned, hopeful that you would say yes, which you did.

He draped the material over your lower half, making sure you had plenty of room before covering himself.

You sat up and looked towards your father, who was already fast asleep. “Of course he’s already down for the count. He can sleep through anything.”

Steve looked over to make sure his best friend was sound asleep before filthy thoughts plagued his mind.

“You know, if you want,” Steve began, leading his hand under the blanket to rest upon your bare thigh, “I know of a way that could get you to sleep soundly.”

Your breath caught in your throat as you stared up at the man. “Steve, I-“

“Shh, princess. Don’t want to wake him up now do we?”

You shook your head at him while trying to not squeeze your thighs once more.

“I know all about your little crush on me. You think I can’t tell how wet I make you with just a simple look.” Steve began to caress your thigh making your body feel hot from his touch.

“You can’t even look at me without turning into a stuttering mess,” he mocked you, his teasing touch sending shockwaves throughout your body.

He leaned towards you, his lips ghosting along the shell of your ear while his breath danced along the nape of your neck. “Y’know, you may be a smart and studious girl, but to me you’ll just be a dumb little slut that I have wrapped around my finger.”

A loud gasp escaped your lips at his crude words before you could clamp your hand over your mouth.

Steve removed his hand from you once more causing a pathetic whine to leave you, but still maintaining his close proximity. Looking up at him with pleading eyes, you silently begged him to keep his previous motions going.

“If you want it, I need to hear you say it,” he whispered to you, “Beg for it.”

Your chest rapidly rose and fell due to the events unfolding. This was the moment you’ve been waiting for for years, now that you finally have it, you weren’t going to pass it up.

“Please, Steve. I need you. Please touch me.”

Upon hearing your pleas, Steve twisted his body to bring his left hand down towards your legs, his right hand intertwining with yours. Moving his hand underneath your skirt, he was met with the same wetness he felt back in the restaurant.

“Be quiet, don’t make a sound, or I’m removing my hand and you’ll have to finish yourself off, do you understand me?” his authoritative voice had you nodding in a frenzy.

Steve slipped his finger into your panties, pushing them to the side so he could open you up to him. “Spread your legs for me some more.”

Complying with his request, you spread your legs as wide as possible in your chair.

“Good girl,” he purred, “Always so good for me.”

Your right hand flew to your mouth once again to suppress the moans threatening to escape. Steve’s index finger traced through your slick folds until it reached your puffy mound. He softly circled your clit, smiling as he felt you buck into his touch.

“Such a needy little thing, I’m guessing it’s been a long time since somebody’s touched this sweet cunt, huh?”

Steve felt your body stiffen at his words. Looking up, he watched you avoid his eye contact and that’s when reality struck him. “Oh.”

Steve knew that you had always focused on schoolwork, never seeking out romantic partnership. But he assumed that would've changed once you had gone off to college and was free of your fathers watchful eye.

“Let me guess, saving yourself for me princess?” Steve joked.

It was true. Whenever you thought about getting intimate with someone, your thoughts would be riddled with images of Steve. You could never see yourself laying down with anyone else but him, so you wishfully held on to your virginity, in hopes of this rare moment occurring.

Forcing yourself to look into his crystal blue eyes, you meekly responded, “Yes Steve, all for you.”

Carnal desire flooded the man at your confession.

He cupped your heat with his entire hand, soaking his palm in your juices. “Fuck princess, I can’t wait to ruin you.”

You felt a slight pressure at your opening, causing you to squirm away in your seat. “It’s alright, doll, just relax for me.”

Taking a deep breath, you calmed your nerves.

Steve soaked his digits more in your essence before sticking his thick index finger in your sopping hole. He was met with obvious resistance which he powered through until meeting your spongy spot deep within.

“Oh fuck, Steve,” you breathlessly moaned out.

“I know sweetheart,” Steve cooed in your ear, “Feels so good, doesn’t it? Feels like heaven having my finger deep inside your tight cunt.”

He continued to pump his digit inside of you, the muffled sounds of your squelching heat brought a smile to his face.

You felt every ridge of his finger inside of you. It was a strange feeling at first, but the way he was curling it had your eyes crossing. The discomfort faded away, now all you wanted was more. “Please Steve,” you pleaded out.

“Aww princess, do you need more of Daddy's fingers fucking your filthy cunt?”

You did everything in your power not to scream out your pleas to the man next to you. “Yes, Daddy. I need more.”

Steve's cock was already testing the material of his briefs, but the way ‘Daddy’ rolled off your tongue had him close to ruining his jeans.

Not giving you any warning, he shoved his middle finger alongside your heat. A loud moan made its way into the air, halting his actions.

The two of you rapidly looked around, hoping that no one heard you. Steve looked forward at Sam and sighed in relief when he saw he was still fast asleep.

“Looks like fun time is over sweetheart,” he sighed before he began to remove himself from you. His actions were halted when he felt your hand latch onto his wrist.

“Please don't stop. I’m so sorry, I didn't mean to!”

Steve shook his head, “Princess, I had the one rule and your dumb brain couldn't even follow that.” Frustration was evident in his hushed tone.

You were riddled with so much need and desire that tears threatened to fall from your eyes. “Please, I’ll be good. I promise.”

He didn’t want to stop, not after he saw how hot you looked when he was stroking your g-spot. But he needed to make sure you didn’t disobey him again. Pretending to ponder his thoughts, he looked at you, “Fine, but you only get one more chance. Okay, princess?”

You frantically nodded, desperate for him to resume his lewd actions.

“Good girl,” grinned the blonde, “but I just need to do one more thing to make sure not a peep comes out.”

Steve moved his hand to the top of your panties before tugging at them. He raised an eyebrow, a silent request sent your way to lift your ass from the seats to assist his efforts. Once the flimsy material was down your legs, he brought them out from under the blankets and balled them into his fist. “Open up.”

Opening up your jaw, you watched as he stuffed your wet panties into your mouth, muffling all sounds that dared to come out.

Looking up at Steve, you could barely see his face but you could see that his pupils were completely blown out, almost all of the usual blue gone.

“Now, where were we?”

Not wanting to waste anymore time, he shoved the two digits back into your cunt, a slight burn ran through your core.

His pace was brutal, desperate even. Steve needed to watch you unravel before him. He needed to be the first man to make you cum; glad that you never let any of those young college boys try- and inevitably fail, at helping you reach your peak.

Steve felt you lace your fingers back with his free hand and squeeze, in an effort to try and balance yourself.

“That’s it baby, you’re doing such a good job for me.”

Feeling daring, he prodded his ring finger and sank it within you along with the others. “Oh fuck, baby. Your pussy is squeezing the life out of my fingers, can’t even imagine how it’ll feel once I get my cock inside of you.”

The tears that filled your eyes prior began to fall due to the immense pleasure you were experiencing. “Mhm, ughh,” you tried speaking but it only came out of a mumbled mess.

“Don’t overwork that stupid brain of yours baby. Just focus on cumming on my fingers, that’s all you need to worry about right now.”

Steve could tell you were close with how your walls were contracting against him, so he went all in, in an effort to get you creaming around his fingers.

Raising his thumb, he applied just the right amount of pressure to your little numb and began circling it.

The insane amount of glee you began to feel was indescribable. Your head tilted back, your eyes crossed, your thighs that began to close were suddenly held back Steve’s legs, leaving you helpless against his attacks.

Steve noticed dribbles of drools leak from the side of your mouth, a cheshire-like smile had his cheeks sting at the expanse.

Leaning directly until his lips ghosted your ear once more, he softly spoke.

“That’s it baby.”

“Be a good girl and cum on Daddy’s fingers.”

“Once you cum on my fingers, the next time it’ll be wrapped around my thick cock.”

“Don’t think, let your mind go dumb like it’s supposed to.”

“Cause that’s all you really are, right?”

“My dumb. Mindless. Little. Slut.”

The newfound sensation hit you like a truck. Your eyes rolled to the back of your skull. Your toes curled in your platforms. Nose, eyes, and mouth contorting, trying to work through your orgasm.

Steve picked up on a scream about to escape you, so he unlaced his fingers from yours and clasped his hand over your mouth, preventing you from waking up the whole plane.

Locking his eyes with yours, he continued to finger fuck you through your release. “That’s it. That's it, princess. You did so well for me.”

As you came down from your high, the feeling started to become too much, overstimulation taking hold. You began to squirm away from his touch, causing him to chuckle before removing his digits.

When he brought his hand out from under the blanket, you saw his fingers soaked in your essence, shining from the stray lights littered across the plane.

Steve popped his index and middle finger into his mouth, groaning at your sweet taste; his eyes shutting in the process. “You taste so fucking delicious,” he mumbled through his fingers.

You watched as he lapped every drop of your juices from his digits before he looked back at you.

He took away his hand from your mouth and pulled out your soaked panties. “Here, have a taste,” Steve spoke before shoving his ring finger down your throat.

You were caught off guard due to the sudden intrusion, but regained your senses while sucking yourself off of his finger. Your tongue glided across the digit, gulping down your essence.

Steve watched with contentment as you cleaned him up. He saw how your eyelids were hooded, indicating you were exhausted from your release.

Pulling his finger from your mouth, he grasped your jaw to direct your face to his, his thumb wiping away your stray tears. “I hope you know I plan on taking you apart every chance I get during this trip, princess. Now get some sleep, we have a big week ahead of us.”

Leaning back into his chair, he stuffed your panties into his jeans and laid his head against the headrest.

You were so overwhelmed with fatigue that you had no trouble getting to sleep. Resting your head against the blondes shoulder, you drifted away, a content smile on your face.

Steve sat back and enjoyed your warmth; forcing himself to forget all about his own aching and leaking cock. He knew there was no going back now. He had a taste of you and instantly became hooked. Just like he ruined all men for you, you ruined all other women for him.

With his thoughts filled with you, he let sleep consume him and the promise of an eventful trip with you by his side.

A/N: i wrote this when i should’ve been finishing my 9 other wips, but here we go. y’all know in crazy rich asians, how they had the semi private enclosed seats. that’s where this takes place.

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