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calm in my storm

pairing: carmy berzatto x reader

summary: carmy berzatto loves his girl. like it’s his whole personality. and he makes sure you and everyone else know it. this specific time, it’s buying a chain with your name engraved on it.

word count: 1.3k

You glanced down at your watch and then back at the front door.

Carmy was supposed to be here by now.

Today was The Bear’s monthly deep cleaning day where the whole team came in super early to deep clean the kitchen and dining room. It was notoriously the most stressful day of the month.

Cleaning day always made Carmy’s perfectionist tendencies come out, which was lethal when mixed with Richie’s desire to get under Carmy’s skin.

As Carmy’s girlfriend and one of the only people Richie listened to, it became your job to keep them from jumping at each other’s throats.

So, you were just hoping to survive the day and make it out in one piece.

“Guess I’ll give out the cleaning assignments since Carmy’s not here yet.” You said, grabbing the clipboard and getting everyone’s attention.

“Cousin expects us to clean while he’s probably still at home sleeping?” Richie complained. You agreed that it was abnormal that Carmy was late, but you wanted to prevent a big fight between Richie and Carmy.

“He’ll be here, Richie.” You assured him.

Richie groaned, taking a swig of his coffee. “I think you’re the one to blame if Carmy isn’t getting enough sleep.” Richie teased, winking at you.

You jokingly swatted his arm with the clipboard. “Stop being a child or I’ll make you do Carmy’s chores too.” You threatened. He quickly held his arms up in surrender.

“I’m sorry. I should be thanking you. He’s so much more tolerable when he’s getting laid.” Richie said with a deep chuckle. The whole team sighed, shaking off Richie’s comment.

It was too early for the mental image of two of their friends fucking.

You flicked Richie’s forehead, earning a wince from him. “Richie, can we please just get this over with? We’re all tired, and we want to go home as soon as possible.” You complained.

He nodded his head, gesturing for you to continue speaking.

You had warned Carmy that it was risky letting Richie know about your relationship— but Carmy couldn’t bare to keep his hands off you long enough to maintain a secret.

Carmy’s love language was definitely physical touch. He loved showing you off as his to everyone he could.

He always had at least one hand touching you, and if he didn’t, he had that lovestruck expression and was staring at you.

You gave everyone their assignments for the day. Just as everyone was standing up and about to start working, the front door was tugged open and revealed Carmy.

“He lives!” Richie sarcastically cheered as he walked towards the kitchen.

Carmy caught your gaze. He stared back at you with an apologetic expression. He gave you a soft smile— ignoring everyone else in the room.

He crossed the room towards you. “Good morning, sweetheart.” He greeted, giving you a quick kiss.

You noticed the extra chain around his neck, tucked securely into his shirt. You were going to ask, but you were worried if you kept Carmy from starting his chores any longer that Richie would riot.

“I got these for you.” Carmy said, pulling out a bouquet of flowers from behind his back.

It was a beautiful arrangement— wrapped in brown paper with gold ribbon tied into a bow. “Carmy, it’s six in the morning. You didn’t have to stop to get me flowers.” You told him.

He shrugged. It was second nature for him at this point. “But I walked by this farmer’s market that was setting up, and I saw this bouquet. The colors reminded me of your eyes.” He told you.

“You’re so sweet. I love you. Thank you so much.” You said, smiling up at him.

“Of course. You deserve the best.” He said, giving you one last kiss before you both got to work.

As the whole team cleaned all morning, Carmy would always find your gaze and smile at you or blow kisses your way.

It was finally lunch time, and the team had finished all the cleaning that needed to be done.

Carmy finished putting away some of the cleaning supplies. It was an understatement to say he was ready for lunch. Richie had complained all day about the fact that Carmy had been late.

Carmy was ready to have some time without the chaos of Richie screaming.

He snuck into the office, knowing you’d be in there. He quietly closed the door behind him. When he turned around, he saw you sitting down on the couch.

A smile was instantly on his face as his eyes locked with yours.

“You needed some peace and quiet too?” You asked him, patting the space beside you on the couch.

“I just needed to see you.” He said, collapsing next to you and practically melting into your touch. He rested his head on your shoulder, letting you scratch your nails through his hair.

“You make me feel so calm despite all the chaos out there. Being with you is the only time it’s quiet in my brain. God, I’m so fucking broken.” He said, chuckling as he wrapped his arms snugly around your waist.

You were speechless. The words flowed from his mouth like poetry. Praising you was like a language Carmy was fluent in.

“Carmen Berzatto, that is the sweetest thing you’ve ever said to me.” You said, shifting yourself onto his lap.

His eyes focused on you, watching to see what your next move was. When you leaned in and connected your lips to his, he didn’t waste any time kissing you back.

His palms pressed up against your back— staking you as his with every touch.

Your fingers slipped under his shirt, exploring and memorizing how his skin felt under your fingertips.

Before you both knew it, you were tugging his shirt off over his head.

He buried his face in your neck, kissing the skin. It was sloppy, but also methodical. He knew how much you loved it.

Out of the corner of your eye, a glint caught your eye— the sun reflected off his chain. It caught your attention.

It wasn’t just an extra chain that he was wearing. It was a new chain with a heart pendant. Your heart warmed at the gesture.

Then, it flipped against his skin. The delicate engraving caught your eye, and you realized it was your initials.

Carmy felt you freeze and stopped working on the hickey he was giving you. “You feelin’ okay?” He asked, letting his hands land on your hips.

He gave your hips a squeeze— the reassuring squeeze that he often gave you when he checked in with you.

He grew more concerned as you sat there speechless.

Finally, you reached out and took the pendant between your fingers. “You got a necklace with my initials?” You asked as you admired the details.

He kissed your cheek. “Of course I did. You’re my everything.” He said, simply.

There was never any doubt in his words.

Carmy wasn’t like the other guys you’d dated that had skated around the idea of commitment. Carmy let you know that he was yours and he would continue to be for as long as you allowed him.

“That reminds me,” he said, tugging a small box out of his pocket. His eyes lit up as he handed you the box— so genuinely excited to see your reaction.

You popped the box open and saw a simple bracelet, then noticed the engraving on the inside of the band.

You’re the calm in my storm ~ Love you, Bear

“I love you so fucking much.” You said, cupping his face and kissing him. You both smiled into the kiss— smiles so big that it almost made you both laugh.

He grabbed the bracelet from the box and delicately clasped it around your wrist.

“You’re so perfect. I don’t know how I got so lucky.” You said, studying his face as you raked your fingers through his hair.

“The feeling is mutual.” He said, kissing your forehead.

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i’m all in

pairing: carmy berzatto x reader

summary: couples have disagreements— it’s normal. but after getting shaken by an argument with you, carmy is distracted at work, leading to a fire and his priorities shifting into place.

word count: 1.3k

a/n: just some cute fluff in honor of the next season of the bear coming out tomorrow

You laid on your couch, cuddling up against your dog as you tried to push your most recent fight with your boyfriend out of your mind

You and Carmy didn’t fight often, which is why your stomach was in such tight knots.

He’d stayed over at your apartment last night after taking you out to dinner. Everything went fine— better than fine, everything was great. You both had an amazing time, and you both were still very happy when you woke up this morning.

Carmy had pulled into his chest, cuddling with you against the sheets. Just like he always did— trying to savor all the time he could with you before his alarm went off.

Then, you made a comment suggesting the idea of you both living together.

You weren’t asking him to commit to anything right then and there. You just wanted him to know it’s something that had been on your mind.

Then, Carmy froze up. You waited for a response.

“Oh, I don’t know.” He mumbled, noticeably nervous.

He kept feeding you non-answers, and you got irritated.

You snapped at him. “If you don’t want to, just say that. Don’t push me away and lie to me and only pretend you’re interested.” You finally yelled.

He pulled away from you and ran off to get dressed. You tried to talk to him, but he rushed out to The Bear, mumbling something about needing to go in early.

Carmy was such a special guy— you knew that. He made you feel so loved and supported, until this morning.

You wanted more. More commitment. And you didn’t know if Carmy could give it to you.

You were brought out of your thoughts by your phone buzzing. You quickly glanced down at the screen and saw Richie’s name flashing across.

You hit the decline button, dropping your phone back onto the couch.

Had Carmy talked to him about the fight? Was he going to meddle and try to help patch things up? You didn’t want to think about it right now.

A second or two passed, and your phone started buzzing again.

You pressed accept and held it up to your ear. Before you could even say anything, Richie started rambling.

You didn’t catch most of the words since he was talking so fast. You could hear a lot of commotion, like people around him were yelling— which wasn’t unusual for the Bear.

You managed to catch a few words — “Carmy” “upset” and “fire”

“Richie, slow down. There was a fire? Is Carmy okay?” You asked him urgently.

You could feel your palms start to sweat as thoughts of worst case scenarios flooded your mind.

Your heart was racing. You could hear it thudding like a drum in your ears.

“Yeah, I think he’s fine now, but you need to get down here.” He told you.

He didn’t have to tell you twice— you were already running out your front door.

Your legs carried you faster than they ever had as you sprinted towards The Bear.

You wouldn’t be able to calm your anxiety until you saw that Carmy was okay with your own eyes.

It normally took you twenty minutes to get to the restaurant from your apartment, but it only took ten.

You bursted open the front doors, running inside.

You saw Richie, Sydney, and Marcus sitting at a table and talking. Sydney had her head in her hands. The all looked tense— the tension filled the room, making you feel like you were suffocating.

“Back office with Sugar,” Richie told you, already anticipating your question.

You ran past them into the kitchen.

Your eyes landed on scorch marks up the wall and on the floor. You saw a pan full of food that had been burnt to a crisp.

You could imagine how big the flames had been to create marks like that. And you thought about what flames like that could have done to Carmy.

You pushed aside those thoughts and moved towards the office.

Standing in the doorway, you saw Carmy sitting in a chair with his head hanging between his knees. Sugar was there talking to him— her voice was muffled to you as you watched Carmy.

You scanned over his body, checking for any burns or cuts.

You had to be sure that he okay.

He wasn’t responding to anything she was saying. He just stared down at the floor with a vacant expression. You weren’t even sure he was hearing her.

Sugar glanced over at you. She recognized the look of anxiety that you both were currently wearing.

She gently placed her hand on Carmy’s shoulder. “Someone’s here to see you, Carm.” She told him.

He jumped up to his feet when his eyes landed on yours.

You both closed the distance, meeting each other halfway. He clutched onto your body, tightening his grip around your waist.

He felt delicate in your arms— like he was seconds away from breaking and shattering completely.

“Baby, are you okay? I heard about the fire. Did you get hurt?” You asked him quickly.

Sugar walked past, giving you both some privacy, and then closed the door behind her.

You noticed as his shoulders tensed and then started to shake. Was he…?

He was crying.

“I’m so sorry about this morning. I fucked up. Of course I want to live with you. I don’t want you to think that I’m not committed to this, to us. I just started to spiral. You’re my entire world. I knew that without you, I’d have nothing. And that really freaked me out, but I am all in. I love you so much.” He explained.

The emotion in his voice pulled at your heartstrings. “I know, baby. I love you too. I’m so glad you didn’t get hurt.” You said, rubbing his back.

You both stayed like that for a while— not saying a word and just holding each other.

When he stopped shaking in your arms, you brought him over to the couch in the room. He sat down beside you and then tugged you into his lap.

“I was so worried.” You said, caressing his cheek. He leaned into your touch. This morning, he’d been so worried that he pushed you away that he wondered if he’d ever feel your touch again.

His palm pressed against your own. His hand felt rough on your skin. He let his fingers slid through yours, interlacing them.

“I was distracted all morning. I just kept thinking about our fight and how wrong I’d been. I had a panic attack thinking I’d lost you. I just froze up, and I was just watching the pan burn. I couldn’t even move to stop it. I don’t know what would have happened if Richie hadn’t walked in right then.” Carmy recalled, rubbing his thumb over the back of your hand as he spoke.

“I meant what I said before. I want to give you more, and I want to live with you. We could find a new apartment with a nice kitchen for me to cook and big windows like the one you’re always talking about.” He said, pressing his lips against the back of your hand.

The more he talked about it, you could see how much Carmy had thought of your future together.

“I didn’t know you thought about our future like that.” You said, honestly. He squeezed your hand. “Of course I do. You’re my favorite person in the world and the prettiest girl in the world. I’m not stupid enough to not know that.” He said.

His words melted your heart, feeling butterflies in your stomach. “I love you so much, Carm.” You leaned in to kiss him.

“We’re gonna close up here for the rest of the day. You want to go back to your apartment and we can start looking online at places?” He mumbled against your lips.

“Yeah, that sounds really good.” You said, kissing him again.

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bad for my health pt. 2

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bad for my health pt. 2

pairing: dbf!bucky barnes x walker!reader

summary: you haven’t seen bucky since your hookup at your dad’s barbecue. when your dad tells you that the team had a really rough mission, you decide to pay bucky a visit to distract him.

word count: 2.3k

warnings: smut, unprotected sex, oral (m recieving), shower sex, walker talks to bucky through the door in the middle, dirty talk, age gap, pinch of degradation, minors DNI

part 1 can be read here

a/n: i had a couple ideas for a part two but a big thanks to @sc0rpioprincess for encouraging it

You didn’t know what you were thinking— in fact, you probably weren’t and that was the problem.

But, when your dad mentioned a really rough mission for the team, your feet had a mind of their own. And all of a sudden, you were walking towards the Watchtower.

Your dad sounded really defeated on the phone. All your brain could focus on the thought of Bucky looking just as defeated. He deserved someone to cheer him up.

You quickly tracked your dad’s location, and it showed that they were just outside the city and moving quickly. You assumed they were on the jet.

You carefully snuck up to the tower and found your way to Bucky’s room.

You changed into the lingerie set that you had brought with you and then pulled your sweatshirt and sweatpants on over top.

You laid down on Bucky’s bed— waiting for him to return. It was probably only ten or fifteen minutes, but it felt like hours. You rethought your decision several times and almost psyched yourself out and left.

Then the knob of his door slowly clicked and turned open. Bucky looked sullen— staring down at his boots.

“You doing alright?” You asked, catching his attention. His eyes snapped up to see you lying on his bed. He swore under his breath, quickly closing the door behind him and locking it.

“Sweetheart, what’re you doing here? Your dad could’ve seen you. How did you even get in here?” He asked, walking over to bed.

He didn’t sit down yet. He knew once he got within arm’s reach of you, there’d be no stopping him.

“You don’t think the military-obsessed John Walker taught his daughter a few tricks?” You asked, smirking up at him. That smirk was enough to drive Bucky mad.

“We can’t do this— not here.” He said, gesturing around him. His mind was racing with all the ways this could go wrong.

You stood up and closed the distance between the two of you. His chest was pressed flush against yours. You could feel his chest rise with every breath he took.

“Just tell me what you want, Bucky. I like you, and you like me. So what do you want to do? Would you rather get a hotel room? Then let’s get a hotel room.” You told him.

He thought about it. A hotel room would solve the fear he had of Walker bursting through his bedroom door while he was balls deep inside of you.

“Fuck, you know I can’t wait that long.” He said, pouncing on you. His hands found the back of your thighs, like he’d done it one hundred times. He lifted you up effortlessly, wrapping your legs around his waist.

You kissed him back and poured everything you had into it. It’d been two weeks since your hookup, and you hadn’t stopped thinking about him since.

His lips hungrily moved against yours, and you didn’t have to wonder if he’d been thinking about you as much as you’d been thinking about him.

He slowly walked towards your bed, gently laying you down and climbing on top of you. The weight of his body on yours was enough to convince yourself you weren’t dreaming.

“I’ve been thinking about you.” You mumbled against his lips. He practically growled into the kiss— bucking his hips up against your clothed core. Your panties were wet just from the anticipation.

He pulled out of the kiss. “You been thinking about when I fucked you with your dad in the next room? And now, you’re here again when you know somebody could catch us? Gonna drive me crazy, my dirty fucking girl,” he said, moving to straddle your lap.

He tore off his leather jacket, exposing the cool metal of his arm. Your stomach lurched as you remembered how he’d pinned you down with that arm.

He looked down at you— noticing how dark your eyes had gone. Your puffy lips that were begging him to kiss them.

“Can’t believe I’ve got you so needy for this cock. I can see you bad you need it— how much you crave it.” He said before diving back in to kiss you.

You hooked your legs around one of his thighs, softly grinding against his jeans. He knew exactly what you were doing, but didn’t stop you. He loved it— hearing you whine against the kiss and get off on his thigh.

His hands slipped up under your sweatshirt, exploring your stomach. His fingers came in contact with something that felt like lace. He paused, grabbing your hips to stop you.

You froze, worried you’d done something wrong. “What’re you wearing under this, sweetheart?” He asked. His mind ran wild with possibilities.

“Why don’t you find out?” You teased him. He grabbed the hem of your sweatshirt and pulled it over your head.

You watched as a shudder rolled through his body. “What is this?” He groaned under his breath.

Your bra was lacy and maroon. Bucky rolled his hips against yours, not even realizing he was doing it. “You look so fuckin’ gorgeous.” He growled, reaching out to cup your breasts.

You grabbed his hands, stopping him. “It’s a matching set.” You practically whispered. His eyes turned dark with lust. He ripped your sweatpants down your legs.

He laid eyes on the panties of a matching color, but made of mesh— leaving everything on display for him, including your growing wet patch.

“I wanted to cheer you up.” You said, with a fake innocent smile. He saw right through the charade. It took all of his self control to not fuck you until you were begging him to stop.

“Oh, this has cheered me up pretty well, sweetheart. To thank you for this beautiful present, I’ll let you pick what we do.” He encouraged you, still mesmerizing by the way the maroon fabric looked against your skin.

“I wanna suck your cock.” You said, simply. Bucky swore under his breath, jutting his hips against yours. The words were so dirty but paired with such an innocent smile.

“Didn’t let me finish last time. I want you to cum in my mouth— wanna taste you.” You told him.

It only took Bucky a couple seconds to kick off his boots and then tear off his pants and boxers.

He scooted to the end of the bed, where you had sunk down to your knees. “Such a dirty girl for me,” he said, admiring the sinful look in your eyes.

The cocky smirk on his face vanished as soon as he felt your tongue. He swore and balled the sheets up in his fists. Your tongue traced every curve of his length, teasingly.

Bucky was so responsive under your touch that it only encouraged you. Soft groans as he bit down on his lip. Tightening his grip on the sheets. Jutting his hips further towards you.

Finally, you wrapped your lips around him— letting his cock sink into your mouth. He called out your name, one hand jumping to grab at your hair.

“Just like that, sweetheart. Takin’ me so well,” he moaned, bucking his hips into your mouth. You took him deeper— determined to make him fit. Your eyes watered as his cock brushed against the back of your throat.

Your effort didn’t go unnoticed. “Look at you, sweetheart. So desperate for my cock. Just can’t get enough, can you?” He teased.

You moaned against him, causing him to swear under his breath.

Then, a knock at the door.

“Hey, Bucky. You doing alright after the mission?” A familiar voice came from the other side of the door— not just any voice, your dad’s voice.

You saw Bucky’s eyes go wide, holding your head still. He tried to clear his throat and catch his breath. “I’m fine, Walker.” He called back, trying to get him to leave as quickly as possible.

Bucky’s stomach lurched when he noticed a devious smirk on your face. You grabbed his balls with your free hand, massaging them lightly. He shook his head at you with a stern expression.

A muffled moan slipped through his lips. “You sure you’re alright? We’re all gonna order some pizza, if you want to join.” Walker continued talking.

You continued sucking off Bucky, loving the way his eyes rolled back. His chest rapidly rose and fell. “No, I’m good.” He responded. C’mon, Walker, get the memo. Bucky prayed he would just leave.

You had a new determination, using every trick you knew. You sped up your pace. Bucky brought his fist up to his mouth, biting into the skin to hold back from moaning.

He was worried that Walker would be able to hear the wet sounds as your mouth expertly moved up and down his length. Bucky started to twitch in your mouth. You knew he was close.

He tightened his grip in your hair, determined to not cum while your dad was on the other side of the door.

“I’m here if you need to talk about it.” Walker started to say. He continued talking, but neither of you could focus on a word he was saying.

Bucky pushed his hips into you, then his legs started to shake. “Oh, shit,” he swore under his breath as his cock shot ropes of cum down your throat.

He collapsed back against the bed, gasping for breath as quietly as he could. You swallowed against his length, earning a muffled groan from Bucky. “I know it was a rough mission, but we’re here for you, Bucky.” Walker said.

“Yeah…uhhhh…thanks. I’m just gonna try to…get some rest. Talk to you guys tomorrow.” Bucky responded, still breathless.

With that, Walker finally left.

Bucky sat up and looked at how you were innocently sitting on the floor in front of him. He caught a glimpse of how soaked your panties were.

“Such a dirty girl, making me cum while your dad is ten feet away. I see how wet it made you.” He said, pulling you up to press a kiss to your lips.

He swept you up off your feet, carrying you towards the connected bathroom. “Gonna make sure nobody interrupts us this time though,” he said, starting the shower.

As the water heated up, he took his time slowly peeling your bra and panties off your body. “Can’t believe you’re all mine,” he mumbled, plunging two fingers up into your folds, taking you by surprise.

You couldn’t stop the high-pitched moan that fell from your lips as you moaned Bucky’s name.

He retracted his fingers, leaving you feeling empty. You whined at the loss of contact, pushing your hips forward against nothing.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart. Gonna make you cum so hard you see stars,” he said, tugging you into the shower with him.

The warm water coated your body, but did nothing to quell the hunger in your belly. Bucky pinned you against the wall of the shower. He wasn’t wasting any time.

He hiked your leg up around his waist as he lined his cock up with your entrance. He hissed as he pushed further into you. “Forgot how tight you were,” he mumbled, kissing behind your ear.

He softly sucked at the skin, starting to work on a hickey. Then, he jutted his hips forward, bottoming out.

Your head fell back against the cold tile, whimpering under Bucky’s touch. His free hand found your nipple, teasing the sensitive bud between his index finger and thumb.

“You have no idea how beautiful you look coming apart for me.” He said, praising you. His favorite part about fucking you was watching the way your face contorted in pleasure.

“Fuck me harder, Bucky, please,” you begged him.

Your words went straight to his core. He grasped at your hips, starting to thrust into you at an animalistic pace. The super soldier part of the man had taken over.

All you had to do was squeeze his cock and he was clay ready for you to mold. He snapped his hips into yours over and over relentlessly. He chased that feeling— the tightening in his stomach that told him he was close.

As his thrusts sped up, his cock repeatedly brushed against your clit. You called out his name, grasping at his hair. You laced his wavy hair through your fingers, squeezing it as he rammed into you.

“I know you’re close, honey. Go ahead, cum all over my cock. Show me what a dirty girl you can be.” He groaned in your ear.

Your chest felt heavy as you gasped for air. He hoisted you up, wrapping your legs around his waist, slamming into your tight cunt. The new angle let him fuck you up into the wall.

“I’m gonna…oh, fuck, Bucky, baby.” You moaned as your orgasm hit you. He hit his peak, shooting his seed deep inside you. You felt your walls clench around him.

“Yes, baby. Milk me, take it all.” He praised you, earning a moan from you as you came down from your high.

“You’re so beautiful.” He said, kissing you gently and softly, “you wanna spend the night?”

You leaned into his touch. “But my dad—” you started to make an excuse.

Bucky shook his head. “He won’t bother me again tonight, and I’ll sneak you out early tomorrow morning and give you a ride home.” He suggested.

A smile slipped onto your face, unable to say no to him. He pulled you into his chest and began softly shampooing your hair.

It was such a blissful night in. After your shower, Bucky leant you a pair of his pajamas. You both cuddled in his bed and watched some movies. You both spent most of the time talking over the movies, but it was nice to just be in his embrace.

And he made sure to make you cum a few more times before bringing you home the next morning.

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[alisonsfics]

bad for my health pt. 2

pairing: dbf!bucky barnes x walker!reader

summary: you haven’t seen bucky since your hookup at your dad’s barbecue. when your dad tells you that the team had a really rough mission, you decide to pay bucky a visit to distract him.

word count: 2.3k

warnings: smut, unprotected sex, oral (m recieving), shower sex, walker talks to bucky through the door in the middle, dirty talk, age gap, pinch of degradation, minors DNI

part 1 can be read here

a/n: i had a couple ideas for a part two but a big thanks to @sc0rpioprincess for encouraging it

You didn’t know what you were thinking— in fact, you probably weren’t and that was the problem.

But, when your dad mentioned a really rough mission for the team, your feet had a mind of their own. And all of a sudden, you were walking towards the Watchtower.

Your dad sounded really defeated on the phone. All your brain could focus on the thought of Bucky looking just as defeated. He deserved someone to cheer him up.

You quickly tracked your dad’s location, and it showed that they were just outside the city and moving quickly. You assumed they were on the jet.

You carefully snuck up to the tower and found your way to Bucky’s room.

You changed into the lingerie set that you had brought with you and then pulled your sweatshirt and sweatpants on over top.

You laid down on Bucky’s bed— waiting for him to return. It was probably only ten or fifteen minutes, but it felt like hours. You rethought your decision several times and almost psyched yourself out and left.

Then the knob of his door slowly clicked and turned open. Bucky looked sullen— staring down at his boots.

“You doing alright?” You asked, catching his attention. His eyes snapped up to see you lying on his bed. He swore under his breath, quickly closing the door behind him and locking it.

“Sweetheart, what’re you doing here? Your dad could’ve seen you. How did you even get in here?” He asked, walking over to bed.

He didn’t sit down yet. He knew once he got within arm’s reach of you, there’d be no stopping him.

“You don’t think the military-obsessed John Walker taught his daughter a few tricks?” You asked, smirking up at him. That smirk was enough to drive Bucky mad.

“We can’t do this— not here.” He said, gesturing around him. His mind was racing with all the ways this could go wrong.

You stood up and closed the distance between the two of you. His chest was pressed flush against yours. You could feel his chest rise with every breath he took.

“Just tell me what you want, Bucky. I like you, and you like me. So what do you want to do? Would you rather get a hotel room? Then let’s get a hotel room.” You told him.

He thought about it. A hotel room would solve the fear he had of Walker bursting through his bedroom door while he was balls deep inside of you.

“Fuck, you know I can’t wait that long.” He said, pouncing on you. His hands found the back of your thighs, like he’d done it one hundred times. He lifted you up effortlessly, wrapping your legs around his waist.

You kissed him back and poured everything you had into it. It’d been two weeks since your hookup, and you hadn’t stopped thinking about him since.

His lips hungrily moved against yours, and you didn’t have to wonder if he’d been thinking about you as much as you’d been thinking about him.

He slowly walked towards your bed, gently laying you down and climbing on top of you. The weight of his body on yours was enough to convince yourself you weren’t dreaming.

“I’ve been thinking about you.” You mumbled against his lips. He practically growled into the kiss— bucking his hips up against your clothed core. Your panties were wet just from the anticipation.

He pulled out of the kiss. “You been thinking about when I fucked you with your dad in the next room? And now, you’re here again when you know somebody could catch us? Gonna drive me crazy, my dirty fucking girl,” he said, moving to straddle your lap.

He tore off his leather jacket, exposing the cool metal of his arm. Your stomach lurched as you remembered how he’d pinned you down with that arm.

He looked down at you— noticing how dark your eyes had gone. Your puffy lips that were begging him to kiss them.

“Can’t believe I’ve got you so needy for this cock. I can see you bad you need it— how much you crave it.” He said before diving back in to kiss you.

You hooked your legs around one of his thighs, softly grinding against his jeans. He knew exactly what you were doing, but didn’t stop you. He loved it— hearing you whine against the kiss and get off on his thigh.

His hands slipped up under your sweatshirt, exploring your stomach. His fingers came in contact with something that felt like lace. He paused, grabbing your hips to stop you.

You froze, worried you’d done something wrong. “What’re you wearing under this, sweetheart?” He asked. His mind ran wild with possibilities.

“Why don’t you find out?” You teased him. He grabbed the hem of your sweatshirt and pulled it over your head.

You watched as a shudder rolled through his body. “What is this?” He groaned under his breath.

Your bra was lacy and maroon. Bucky rolled his hips against yours, not even realizing he was doing it. “You look so fuckin’ gorgeous.” He growled, reaching out to cup your breasts.

You grabbed his hands, stopping him. “It’s a matching set.” You practically whispered. His eyes turned dark with lust. He ripped your sweatpants down your legs.

He laid eyes on the panties of a matching color, but made of mesh— leaving everything on display for him, including your growing wet patch.

“I wanted to cheer you up.” You said, with a fake innocent smile. He saw right through the charade. It took all of his self control to not fuck you until you were begging him to stop.

“Oh, this has cheered me up pretty well, sweetheart. To thank you for this beautiful present, I’ll let you pick what we do.” He encouraged you, still mesmerizing by the way the maroon fabric looked against your skin.

“I wanna suck your cock.” You said, simply. Bucky swore under his breath, jutting his hips against yours. The words were so dirty but paired with such an innocent smile.

“Didn’t let me finish last time. I want you to cum in my mouth— wanna taste you.” You told him.

It only took Bucky a couple seconds to kick off his boots and then tear off his pants and boxers.

He scooted to the end of the bed, where you had sunk down to your knees. “Such a dirty girl for me,” he said, admiring the sinful look in your eyes.

The cocky smirk on his face vanished as soon as he felt your tongue. He swore and balled the sheets up in his fists. Your tongue traced every curve of his length, teasingly.

Bucky was so responsive under your touch that it only encouraged you. Soft groans as he bit down on his lip. Tightening his grip on the sheets. Jutting his hips further towards you.

Finally, you wrapped your lips around him— letting his cock sink into your mouth. He called out your name, one hand jumping to grab at your hair.

“Just like that, sweetheart. Takin’ me so well,” he moaned, bucking his hips into your mouth. You took him deeper— determined to make him fit. Your eyes watered as his cock brushed against the back of your throat.

Your effort didn’t go unnoticed. “Look at you, sweetheart. So desperate for my cock. Just can’t get enough, can you?” He teased.

You moaned against him, causing him to swear under his breath.

Then, a knock at the door.

“Hey, Bucky. You doing alright after the mission?” A familiar voice came from the other side of the door— not just any voice, your dad’s voice.

You saw Bucky’s eyes go wide, holding your head still. He tried to clear his throat and catch his breath. “I’m fine, Walker.” He called back, trying to get him to leave as quickly as possible.

Bucky’s stomach lurched when he noticed a devious smirk on your face. You grabbed his balls with your free hand, massaging them lightly. He shook his head at you with a stern expression.

A muffled moan slipped through his lips. “You sure you’re alright? We’re all gonna order some pizza, if you want to join.” Walker continued talking.

You continued sucking off Bucky, loving the way his eyes rolled back. His chest rapidly rose and fell. “No, I’m good.” He responded. C’mon, Walker, get the memo. Bucky prayed he would just leave.

You had a new determination, using every trick you knew. You sped up your pace. Bucky brought his fist up to his mouth, biting into the skin to hold back from moaning.

He was worried that Walker would be able to hear the wet sounds as your mouth expertly moved up and down his length. Bucky started to twitch in your mouth. You knew he was close.

He tightened his grip in your hair, determined to not cum while your dad was on the other side of the door.

“I’m here if you need to talk about it.” Walker started to say. He continued talking, but neither of you could focus on a word he was saying.

Bucky pushed his hips into you, then his legs started to shake. “Oh, shit,” he swore under his breath as his cock shot ropes of cum down your throat.

He collapsed back against the bed, gasping for breath as quietly as he could. You swallowed against his length, earning a muffled groan from Bucky. “I know it was a rough mission, but we’re here for you, Bucky.” Walker said.

“Yeah…uhhhh…thanks. I’m just gonna try to…get some rest. Talk to you guys tomorrow.” Bucky responded, still breathless.

With that, Walker finally left.

Bucky sat up and looked at how you were innocently sitting on the floor in front of him. He caught a glimpse of how soaked your panties were.

“Such a dirty girl, making me cum while your dad is ten feet away. I see how wet it made you.” He said, pulling you up to press a kiss to your lips.

He swept you up off your feet, carrying you towards the connected bathroom. “Gonna make sure nobody interrupts us this time though,” he said, starting the shower.

As the water heated up, he took his time slowly peeling your bra and panties off your body. “Can’t believe you’re all mine,” he mumbled, plunging two fingers up into your folds, taking you by surprise.

You couldn’t stop the high-pitched moan that fell from your lips as you moaned Bucky’s name.

He retracted his fingers, leaving you feeling empty. You whined at the loss of contact, pushing your hips forward against nothing.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart. Gonna make you cum so hard you see stars,” he said, tugging you into the shower with him.

The warm water coated your body, but did nothing to quell the hunger in your belly. Bucky pinned you against the wall of the shower. He wasn’t wasting any time.

He hiked your leg up around his waist as he lined his cock up with your entrance. He hissed as he pushed further into you. “Forgot how tight you were,” he mumbled, kissing behind your ear.

He softly sucked at the skin, starting to work on a hickey. Then, he jutted his hips forward, bottoming out.

Your head fell back against the cold tile, whimpering under Bucky’s touch. His free hand found your nipple, teasing the sensitive bud between his index finger and thumb.

“You have no idea how beautiful you look coming apart for me.” He said, praising you. His favorite part about fucking you was watching the way your face contorted in pleasure.

“Fuck me harder, Bucky, please,” you begged him.

Your words went straight to his core. He grasped at your hips, starting to thrust into you at an animalistic pace. The super soldier part of the man had taken over.

All you had to do was squeeze his cock and he was clay ready for you to mold. He snapped his hips into yours over and over relentlessly. He chased that feeling— the tightening in his stomach that told him he was close.

As his thrusts sped up, his cock repeatedly brushed against your clit. You called out his name, grasping at his hair. You laced his wavy hair through your fingers, squeezing it as he rammed into you.

“I know you’re close, honey. Go ahead, cum all over my cock. Show me what a dirty girl you can be.” He groaned in your ear.

Your chest felt heavy as you gasped for air. He hoisted you up, wrapping your legs around his waist, slamming into your tight cunt. The new angle let him fuck you up into the wall.

“I’m gonna…oh, fuck, Bucky, baby.” You moaned as your orgasm hit you. He hit his peak, shooting his seed deep inside you. You felt your walls clench around him.

“Yes, baby. Milk me, take it all.” He praised you, earning a moan from you as you came down from your high.

“You’re so beautiful.” He said, kissing you gently and softly, “you wanna spend the night?”

You leaned into his touch. “But my dad—” you started to make an excuse.

Bucky shook his head. “He won’t bother me again tonight, and I’ll sneak you out early tomorrow morning and give you a ride home.” He suggested.

A smile slipped onto your face, unable to say no to him. He pulled you into his chest and began softly shampooing your hair.

It was such a blissful night in. After your shower, Bucky leant you a pair of his pajamas. You both cuddled in his bed and watched some movies. You both spent most of the time talking over the movies, but it was nice to just be in his embrace.

And he made sure to make you cum a few more times before bringing you home the next morning.

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[alisonsfics]

spies see everything

pairing: john walker x thunderbolt!reader

summary: you should’ve known that a secret relationship with john while living with spies could only last so long. so, you’re not exactly shocked when yelena bursts into your room and finds you both in bed.

word count: 1.2k

a/n: reader has ice powers

“God, you’re so fucking beautiful.” John said. His voice came out soft and gentle. You couldn’t see his face in the dark room, but you could perfectly imagine that soft doting smile.

His limbs were intertwined with yours, perfectly melded together under the sheets. The mixture of the warmth his body was radiating and the feeling of his arms wrapped around yours made your whole body relax and feel fuzzy.

He nuzzled his face further into your neck, pressing kisses down your collarbone. “It’s getting late. You should head back to your room before you fall asleep.” You tried to pull out of his grasp.

His grip around your waist tightened, not letting you leave his side. “What if I stayed over tonight? Just wanna keep on holding you,” he said, peppering kisses on your face.

“It’s too risky. What if someone sees you leave my room in the morning? Or if they go to your room and can’t find you?” You made excuses. Of course, you didn’t want John to leave.

Your relationship existed strictly behind closed doors. Neither of you wanted to mess with the team dynamics. If they found out that you both were dating, you both would never hear the end of it.

So, you both settled for late nights in each others arms before one of you snuck out to go back to your own room.

“Please, sweetheart? I’ll wake up early and go back to my room. I just want to fall asleep with you in my arms, just this one time.” He begged you, sealing your lips in a kiss. You melted into the kiss, your hands sneaking around to the nape of his neck.

“Fine, but just for tonight,” You mumbled, against his lips.

“God, I love you.” He said, covering your face in kisses. You couldn’t help but giggle at the affection. “You’re such a dork. Now go to sleep.” You said, laying your head down on his chest.

You both should’ve known that secrets were absolutely a no-go in a tower full of spies.

Because while you both were falling asleep, unbeknownst to you, Bob, Yelena, and Ava were all in the kitchen. Yelena was making them all macaroni and cheese as a late night snack.

She left the kitchen for only a couple minutes, instructing Bob to watch the pan. When she came back, the pot was on fire and Bob and Ava were scrambling to find the fire extinguisher.

“How do we not have a fire extinguisher? How are we supposed to put out fires?” Ava snapped at Bob.

“What did you do?” Yelena yelled, watching the flames that were slowly growing out of the pan. She turned on her heel, running down the hall to your room to see you— the member of the team who had ice powers. It was the only solution Yelena could think of.

She slammed your door open, standing in the doorway. “We need your help in the kitchen.” She yelled, waking you up. The room was so dark that her eyes took a minute to adjust.

“Who started a fire this time?” You mumbled as you sat up and stretched the sleep from the muscles.

“What’s going on?” John grumbled beside you.

You froze as he spoke. You quickly swatted his side, pulling the blankets over his head. It was too late. Yelena had heard him.

“Walker? What the hell?” She asked, standing speechless.

“What were you saying about a fire?” You asked, quickly jumping out of bed and trying to distract her.

She stood frozen in place, trying to react to what she’d just walked in on. You raced past her towards the kitchen, tying your hair up in a ponytail.

When you got to the kitchen, you saw Bob and Ava trying to splash water on the fire. “What is going on?” A sleepy Bucky wandered into the room, followed closely by Alexei.

You shot a quick blast of frost over the pot, quelling the flames down. A soft sizzle filled the room as the pan cooled down.

“I’m sorry. I’ll be more careful next time.” Bob quickly apologized, giving you a sympathetic smile.

“You’re not getting off the hook that easy.” You heard Yelena yell as she rounded the corner, dragging John behind her.

“Seriously, what’s going on?” Bucky asked, groggily.

“Yelena, c’mon seriously? Let me go.” John tried to pull himself out of her grip but she was more determined than he was.

“Wanna explain to the group why Walker was in your bed?” Yelena asked, looking at you.

The room was silent for a second, and then it exploded into chaos. Your teammates’ shock was clear as they all yelled at you and John. They asked questions like “why didn’t you tell us?” and “you guys are together?” and “how long have you been together?”

You couldn’t focus on what any of them were saying as all their voices blended into a large mess of noise.

Alexei was the first to step towards you. “I’m so happy for you both. Powerful heroes brought together with love.” He said, lifting you off the ground in a bear hug.

“I’m very happy for you two. But can I go back to bed now?” Bucky asked, grumpily.

“Go ahead,” you giggled as Alexei continued to hold you up in the air. You squirmed, trying to get down.

Finally, he set you back on your feet. “I can’t believe you didn’t tell us.” Ava said, looking between the two of you.

“That’s the point of a secret.” John said, walking over to you and looping his arm around your waist. They all resisted the urge to “aww” at the sweet gesture.

“Ewww wait does that mean…when I heard gross sex noises the other day from Walker’s room that was you two.” Yelena said, shuddering at the thought.

You smacked John’s chest. “I told you that we weren’t home alone, and you didn’t believe me.” You hissed at him.

“That’s disgusting. I’m going to bed.” Ava said, leaving the room.

“So, you knew I was seeing somebody?” John asked, looking back at Yelena. Thinking about it, you were surprised they hadn’t found out sooner.

“Well yeah but I just thought it was some girl we didn’t know, so there weren’t any mental images. God, I’m never going to get that image out of my head.” She said, disgusted.

“Well, I’m really happy for you guys.” Bob said, giving you both a cheerful smile. You nestled further into John’s side. “Thanks, Bobby.” John said.

“I think we should be proud of them. That’s the job of us super soldiers— to make more smaller little super soldier babies.” Alexei said, nudging John with his arm.

John froze and his cheeks turned pink. You both had worried about the team being apprehensive, but this was too far in the other direction. “That’s my cue to leave. My girlfriend and I are going to bed now.” He said, grabbing your hand and pulling you with him.

“Yes, go continue your family line.” Alexei cheered after you both.

John quickly pulled you back to your room. “You better love me because we are locking ourselves in this room forever and never facing them again.” He said, as he collapsed into your bed.

“Sounds like good plan to me.” You said, curling up into his side.

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[alisonsfics]

Girl. Same name as me and spelled exactly the same. Loves Bucky Barnes. Are we… the same person? 😂

omgggg twin???

that’s crazyyy we gotta start a club

[alisonsfics]

teach you a thing or two

pairing: bucky barnes x reader

summary: when bucky hears his teammates talking about their sex lives, he feels like he’s from a foreign planet. but you’re there to teach him you’re never too old to learn something new.

word count: 2k

warnings: smut, unprotected sex, sub!bucky, restraints, praise kink, edging, orgasm denial, oral (m recieving), masturbating, voyeurism, minors DNI

The rambling of his teammates fell on his ears like a foreign language— and he spoke many languages.

In truth, he was trying to ignore them. He was huddled in the corner of the living room with the book you’d leant him. You told him it was your favorite, so he decided to read it, so he could talk to you about it.

The room had been peacefully silent for about twenty minutes before his teammates arrived and launched into a heated discussion.

He was half listening— realizing none of the words they were saying made any sense to him.

“What about you, Barnes?” John asked, grabbing Bucky’s attention.

The heat rushed to his cheeks. “What? Me?” He asked, trying to pretend he hadn’t been listening.

“Yeah, come on. We all shared. It’s your turn.” Yelena agreed.

“I uhh…I wasn’t listening.” Bucky lied. They scowled at him. For a man who was a notoriously great spy and liar, he was doing a pretty terrible job.

“You’re blushing. You were definitely listening. I’m sure you have some good stories. If you don’t tell us, we’ll just have to ask your girl.” Ava said.

He was supposed to tell them his wildest sex story with you? What was going on? Bucky’s mind was racing. “What’s your poison? You a voyeurism guy, maybe? Edging? Toys?” Walker asked.

Bucky stuttered, trying to get out just one coherent word— he was failing. “Awww you look so embarrassed. Are you just into vanilla? I wouldn’t have expected it with the metal arm and everything.” Ava said.

“I have to go.” Bucky grabbed his book and stormed off to your room.

You jumped in surprise as Bucky slammed your door open and came into your room. His face was bright red, and his hair looked disheveled like he’d been running his fingers through it.

“You alright, honey?” You asked, pausing the show you were watching.

He crawled in next to you in your bed, pulling you into his lap. “Do you think I act like a grandpa?” He asked you, softly.

You’d never seen Bucky look so defeated or insecure. “Only in the best way,” you said, trying to cheer him up. You peppered kisses across his face.

Normally, that was the easiest way to make Bucky smile— but it didn’t work.

“I don’t want you to leave me because you think I’m stuck in the past.” He admitted. His head hung low as he refused to look you in the eyes.

You brushed his hair out of his face. “You definitely have a unique life experience, but I love you for you. I don’t want you to pretend to be anything you’re not.” You told him, kissing his cheek.

He finally looked at you. Your words brought him peace— if only a little.

“Besides, if you start trying to act hip to get along with the kids, I will have no choice but to leave you.” You teased, finally earning a chuckle from Bucky.

He rested his face on your shoulder, letting you continue to caress his hair. “What are you feeling so anxious about?” You asked. He shifted under you.

He couldn’t shake that 1940s sense of shame. Why was he so embarrassed to talk about sex with you?

“Heard the others talking about sex stuff, and I just felt so old.” He mumbled against your skin.

You felt your heart melt at how genuine his concern was. “Was there something they mentioned that you wanted to try?” You asked, testing the waters.

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw his cheeks flushed pink. “I wouldn’t even know where to start. I didn’t know half of what they were talking about.” He said, bashfully.

“What things did they mention?” You asked, curiously.

He hesitated— trying to find the best way to not sound like an awkward idiot.

“They talked about toys, but I know about that. And then, they talked about edging…which I think I know what that is.” He started to explain. He looked to you for reassurance and to stop him from rambling.

“Edging is when you get the point where you’re about to cum, and then you stop. And then, you get to that point again, and stop. And so on.” You explained.

He nodded along attentively. “What else?” You asked, knowing there was more just from the expression on his face.

He stalled— looking at the floor, his hands, anywhere but at you.

He scratched at the back of his neck. “They mentioned something called voyeurism.” He said, sheepishly.

You giggled at how red his face was. He felt like his skin was on fire and if he looked into your eyes, he’d combust into flames.

“Baby, voyeurism is when you like to watch somebody getting off.” You told him. He gulped nervously as your fingers trailed down his arm.

“You want to try?” You asked him, trying to judge his reaction.

“I…I wouldn’t know how.” He mumbled.

“How about I’m in charge this time? I’ll tell you what to do and you have to focus on feeling good?” You proposed. His eyes went wide— excited by the possibility. “That sounds nice.” He said.

“I have something I’ve wanted to try with you.” You said, walking over to your closet and grabbing something out of a drawer.

You returned to the bed with a black satin piece of fabric. “Take off all your clothes for me, honey.” You instructed him.

Bucky quickly obliged, tossing all his clothes on the floor. He laid on your bed, waiting for your next move. This was completely outside his comfort zone, but seeing you take charge made Bucky’s stomach do flips.

You straddled his hips, grabbing his wrists and then tying them both to your bedposts.

“Such a pretty boy, you gonna be a good boy for me?” You asked, brushing his hair out of his face.

He furiously nodded. “Whatever you want,” he responded.

You pressed a quick kiss against his lips— pulling away before he could kiss you back. “I bought something that I’ve been wanting to show you. Stay here, and I’ll be right back.” You said, going back into your closet and closing the door.

He groaned and moved restlessly on the bed. He needed you bad. The anticipation of waiting for your surprise was going to kill him.

He was already painfully hard— precum leaking out of his tip.

You emerged from the closet in a short black nightgown that had an intricate lace trim. “Woah,” Bucky mumbled, his eyes going wide as he stared at you.

“You like what you see?” You asked as you crawled onto the bed. He swore under his breath. He caught a glimpse between your legs and realized you weren’t wearing panties.

“You’re being such a patient boy. I think you deserve a little treat.” You said, your tone was slow and seductive.

“Yes, please,” Bucky begged for you.

You wrapped your hand around his cock, running your thumb over his tip. He squirmed against your hand— trying to get more contact as you teased him.

You slowly moved your hand up and down his length at an agonizing pace. Stuttered moans fell from his lips. “You look so pretty like this, you know that? My pretty little soldier being so good for me.” You praised him.

This time a higher pitched moan came out of him. You looked up at him, a smirk growing on your face. “You like that? My pretty little soldier loves to be told he’s doing a good job?” You repeated, knowing the nickname would turn him on.

His cock was throbbing in your hand, but you refused to speed up your pace. His head hung back against the headboard, grunts falling from his lips.

It was too much. Your hand on him. The way your nipples were poking through your nightgown. The soft praises that you gave him.

“I’m think I’m close…” Bucky mumbled, his eyes fluttering shut.

You quickly removed your hand from him. He whined, thrusting up against the empty air.

“C’mon, baby. Remember our little vocab lesson. What does edging mean?” You asked him, running your fingers down his chest.

“It means…uhhh…gotta wait to cum.” He answered, finding it hard to remember or focus on anything other than the need deep in his belly.

“Yes, good job. That’s my good little soldier.” You said, kissing his shoulder. He took deep breaths, trying to recover. All he could think about was feeling your hand on him again.

“Thank you for being so patient. Just remember what your prize is, if you keep following my directions, sweet boy.” You said, lifting your nightgown up and exposing the wetness between your thighs.

He nodded his head, biting down on his bottom lip. He wanted to behave so bad, but all his body wanted was to cum.

“Time for another little treat?” You asked him, batting your eyelashes.

He tried to steady his breath as you placed yourself between his legs. Keeping your eyes glued on his, you slowly sunk down until your lips were millimeters from his cock.

You placed soft kisses up and down his shaft. Each time you did, Bucky let out a small groan. You ran your tongue along the bottom of his cock. He called out your name, tugging his wrists against the restraints.

“Such a well-behaved boy,” you praised, wrapping your lips around his tip. Your name fell from his lips— repeating it like a prayer. You slowly and teasingly licked around his cock. He bucked his hips up into your mouth.

“I can’t…can’t take anymore. I’m gonna—” he moaned. He felt all his muscles contradict as he tried to hold off his orgasm.

You pulled away, sitting up in front of him. He clenched his eyes shut. “What’s wrong, baby?” You asked, resting your hand on his thigh.

“Can’t even look at you in that dress. I’ll cum just from lookin’ at ya.” He said, keeping his eyes shut as tightly as he could.

You ran your fingers up his thigh, teasing him as his body tensed. “I think you can be a brave little soldier for me. Be strong, baby.” You encouraged him.

He slowly opened his eyes to find you slipping your hand in between your thighs. The hem of your dress kept your cunt hidden from Bucky’s gaze. But, he could hear how wet you were as your fingers pushed in and out of you.

“Can’t see, wanna watch,” he begged. His hair was clinging to his sweaty forehead. You could see his desperation in his eyes.

You sat down on the bed, spreading your legs as wide as you could and bending your knees. Bucky couldn’t help the shudder that rolled through him as he saw your arousal dripping out of your folds.

You resumed your previous movements, plunging your two fingers deep into your cunt and curling them inside you. He bucked his hips up desperately against nothing.

Your mouth hung open, softly whining as you started grinding your hips against your hand. You let your thumb find your clit, drawing circles.

Bucky whined, calling your name over and over. “Please, honey,” he begged, he was desperate. More desperate than you’d ever seen him.

“Shhh, my pretty little soldier. Wait your turn. Be a good boy.” You teased.

You noticed how quickly his chest was rising and falling. “Fuck, please, honey. I’m gonna cum. Can’t hold it any longer,” Bucky swore.

You both were close to the edge. There wasn’t much holding Bucky back from falling over that edge.

Before he could say anything else, you straddled his hips. You quickly sunk down onto his cock.

He moaned at the contact, sinking his nails into the palms of his hands. His hips jutted up against yours and his seed came shooting out inside of you. That was enough to push you over the edge.

“Oh, fuck, such a good job, my sweet boy. Filling me up so well,” you praised, sealing Bucky’s lips in a kiss. He hungrily kissed you back as you slowly rolled your hips against his, coaxing you both down from your highs.

You carefully untied Bucky’s wrists, and he wrapped his arms around you and buried his face in your chest. “Did you like that?” You asked, scratching your fingers through his hair.

He nodded, still breathless. “I love you.” He mumbled, kissing you again.

“Next time you want to learn something new, all you have to do is ask.” You said, kissing him back.

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mr. barnes | part one

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mr. barnes | part one

pairing: literature teacher!bucky barnes x single mom!reader

summary: crushing on your son’s literature teacher was wrong, you knew that. but bucky wasn’t exactly trying to stop you. in fact, it seemed like he was encouraging it when he invited you to a parent teacher conference.

word count: 2k

You were almost too embarrassed to look yourself in the mirror. You were picking out an outfit for work— but having an extraordinarily hard time deciding because you knew you were going to see your son’s teacher, Mr. Barnes, after work.

He’d called you a week ago to set up a parent teacher conference to discuss your son’s progress in the course.

You’d met Mr. Barnes at your son, Finn’s, open house at the beginning of the school year. Something about the literature teacher made you weak in the knees.

It was a pathetic crush— he was your son’s teacher after all. But still, you found yourself trying on your more formal work dresses because you wanted to make a good impression.

You finally settled on a long black floral dress with frilly short sleeves. You slipped on a pair of black heels, grabbed your purse, and headed downstairs.

“Bye, mom,” Finn yelled from the front door, about to leave to catch the bus.

“Bye, sweetie. Remember I have that meeting with Mr. Barnes after school, so go to his classroom when you’re done with soccer practice.” You reminded him, planting a kiss on his cheek.

Your work day felt like it went on for weeks. Instead of focusing on the report that you had to finish by the end of the week, your mind wandered to thoughts of Finn’s teacher.

You finally made it to the end of the day and practically raced to the school.

You adjusted your dress and your hair before knocking on the classroom door.

“Come in.” You heard him call from inside the room.

You pulled the door open and entered. The soft warmth of his cologne hit you immediately. It reminded you of a campfire— and just made you want to bury your face in his chest.

Then, you spotted him. He saw flicking through files at his desk. “I’m just finding some of Finn’s work that I wanted to show you. Just give me one second,” he said, not looking up at you yet.

You felt enchanted watching the way his fingers quickly moved against the papers, especially his metal fingers.

They’d always concerned the other parents, but not you. You couldn’t but wonder what his metal hand would feel like in yours, or around your waist, or in your hair.

“Of course, take your time,” you responded. You could hear your heart thumping in your ears. You started to panic. What if he could hear it too? You didn’t exactly know if being a super soldier enhanced your hearing.

He tugged a few papers out of the file, plopping them on top of his desk.

Then, he quickly stood up from his seat and walked across the room towards you. His eyes ran down your frame, admiring your dress and the way it fit you. Stop it, Bucky. She’s your student's mother. She probably has a husband. He reminded himself.

“It’s nice to see you again.” He said, reaching out to shake your hand. His hand gently took yours. It felt like an electric current was racing through your veins. “Yes, you as well, Mr. Barnes.” You replied, with a simple smile.

He chuckled. “Please, call me Bucky.” He told you. The grin on his face made you weak in the knees. Was he this charming with all the parents?

He led you over to his desk, pulling out the chair that was on the other side. You graciously sat down, thanking him. He was a gentleman too? You were doomed.

“So, what’s Bucky short for?” You asked as he took a seat across from you. There was something about Bucky’s presence that intrigued you.

“Buchanan actually. I know it’s a little old school.” He said, with a sheepish grin. He couldn’t help how much he wanted to impress the pretty woman.

“It’s my middle name. My first name is James, if you’d prefer to use that.” He explained.

You shook your head. “No, Bucky’s nice.” You said, smiling at him. Your cheeks started to sting, and you felt like you were smiling too much.

You didn’t know if it was just him, or his outfit, or being in a school, but you felt like a giggly schoolgirl when he looked at you.

“I have to admit. I was a little nervous when you asked me to come in for a meeting. Is Finn doing okay?” You asked, softly.

He quickly shook his head— trying to quell your worries. “No no no, nothing bad, I promise. Finn has been doing amazing work. He’s one of my best students. I just try to meet with all the parents halfway through the year.” He assured you.

Meet with all the parents.

This wasn’t just a cute little meeting between the two of you.

You couldn’t help but think about all the other moms who probably sat in this chair, also fawning over Bucky and his old fashioned charm.

You knew it was stupid. You should’ve known that already.

Some part deep inside of you though had been hoping that Bucky had also been feeling the spark that you felt between the two of you.

It all started when you met him at Finn’s open house.

Your car had broken down on the way to the school, so you and Finn spent hours waiting for the tow truck.

When you both got to the school, there was only ten minutes left in the open house. So, you split up his schedule, and Finn talked to half the teachers and you talked to the other half. That way you could get all the paperwork and things that he needed.

The last teacher you had to talk to was Mr. Barnes.

You sprinted down the hallway. Your hair was a complete mess by this point. You got to the classroom just as he was about to close the door.

“Are you alright?” He asked, watching as you tried to catch your breath.

“My son…Finn…He’s in your class. We would’ve been here sooner, but our car broke down and the tow truck took hours and I couldn’t find another ride.” You rambled, quickly explaining yourself to the man.

“That’s alright, come on in. I’ll get you a bottle of water.” He said, inviting you into the classroom. He disappeared behind his desk, grabbing water out of his mini fridge.

When he handed the bottle to you, his fingers grazed yours. You finally had a chance to get a good look at the man, and you realized how attractive he was.

He wheeled over his desk chair to you. “Here, you can sit down. I’ll gather all the papers you should need for Finn.” He said, holding the chair steady as you sat down.

“Thank you so much. That’s really sweet.” You thanked him. You could feel the warmth radiating off your cheeks.

“Of course. Anything I can do to help.” He told you, shooting you a smile as he stuffed some papers into a folder for you.

He walked back over to you, handing you the folder. Then, he gave you the typical speech about what Finn would be learning in his class and the kind of assignments to expect.

“I don’t want to overstep, but do you both need a ride home?” He asked you, softly.

Your stomach lurched at the thought of being in a car with the man. You thought about his hand ghosting over your thigh— teasing you with anticipation.

You snapped back into reality, remembering where you were.

“No, that’s okay. The towing company set us up with a rental. Thank you so much though for all your help. Finn is really excited for your class. He loves to read.” You told him.

“Well, if you ever need anything let me know.” He said, shaking your hand again before you left.

You had to force yourself to stop reminiscing and listen to what Bucky was telling you about Finn.

“So, there’s nothing for me to be worried about?” You asked when Bucky stopped talking. He gave you a reassuring smile.

“Nothing to worry about at all. You and his father must be very proud.” Bucky assured you. The comment was calculated. You knew that. He knew that.

“Finn’s father isn’t in the picture.” You corrected him. Bucky slowly nodded. “I apologize. I shouldn’t have assumed.” He apologized, trying to ignore the excitement he felt in his chest.

You were single. You were still his student’s mother, but you were single.

“So, is that all you wanted to discuss with me?” You asked. A small voice in the back of your head was hoping he’d ask you out. He gave you a short polite nod.

You started to stand, and Bucky started to panic. He didn’t want you to leave yet. He slowly rose from his seat, walking close to you.

“I must admit, I feel like I was a little biased asking you to come in today.” He said, scratching the back of his neck.

“Why’s that?” You asked, cocking your head to the side curiously. Yes, finally. So close.

“I don’t normally make the parents come in if their kid is doing fine in my class.” He admitted, stepping closer to you. He was only a couple of inches away from being pressed up against your body.

“So, why’d you want to see me?” You asked, softly. You both knew the answer. Neither of you were oblivious to the tension between the both of you in that moment.

“I’ve been thinking about you a lot. I tried to stop, but I can’t.” He said. His fingers gripped your hips, pulling you closer to him. He glanced down at your lips, wondering how they would feel against his own.

“You been thinking about me at all?” He whispered, making the hair stand up on the back of your neck.

“More than I’d care to admit,” you mumbled, pulling him into a kiss. You desperately cupped the back of his head as he lifted you onto his desk.

“We have to be careful.” You mumbled against his lips as he slotted himself in between your legs. His hands caressed your thighs. “Don’t worry.” He assured you.

He cupped your breasts over your dress, making you whine against his lips. “You look so beautiful in this dress. Can’t believe you wore this and thought I’d be able to resist.” He told you, squeezing at your breasts again.

A moan slipped through your lips. “You like it?” You asked, your voice coming out breathy.

“Oh, I love it.” He said, pressing kisses down the base of your throat.

Then, there was a knock at the door. “Oh, fuck, that’s Finn.” you swore, jumping down off the desk. Bucky's eyes went wide. He quickly smoothed out your hair and your dress.

You noticed some of your lipstick on Bucky’s lips. You rubbed your thumb against his lips, trying to get it all off. You got most of it, but his lips were still swollen.

“You can come on in, Finn.” Bucky called out, grabbing Finn’s papers off his desk and pretending to look busy.

“Hey, bud. Have a good day?” You asked as Finn walked over to you. You gave him a tight squeeze as he mumbled, “yeah, it was okay.”

“I was just telling your mom how amazing your essays are.” Bucky said, shoving some papers into a folder.

“I have these that I like to give to all the parents.” Bucky said, scribbling down on a post it note and then sticking it into the folder with the rest of the folder. Then, he handed it to you.

“Thank you, Mr. Barnes. Have a good rest of your night.” You said, clasping your hand on Finn’s shoulder and leading him towards the door.

“Thank you. You both as well.” Bucky said, smiling at you both as you left.

You didn’t open the folder until you got home and read the small scribbled note.

“I want to take you out. On a proper date. If you’d like that. Give me a call! x Bucky”

You couldn’t help but grin as you read the note.

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mr. barnes | part one

pairing: literature teacher!bucky barnes x single mom!reader

summary: crushing on your son’s literature teacher was wrong, you knew that. but bucky wasn’t exactly trying to stop you. in fact, it seemed like he was encouraging it when he invited you to a parent teacher conference.

word count: 2k

You were almost too embarrassed to look yourself in the mirror. You were picking out an outfit for work— but having an extraordinarily hard time deciding because you knew you were going to see your son’s teacher, Mr. Barnes, after work.

He’d called you a week ago to set up a parent teacher conference to discuss your son’s progress in the course.

You’d met Mr. Barnes at your son, Finn’s, open house at the beginning of the school year. Something about the literature teacher made you weak in the knees.

It was a pathetic crush— he was your son’s teacher after all. But still, you found yourself trying on your more formal work dresses because you wanted to make a good impression.

You finally settled on a long black floral dress with frilly short sleeves. You slipped on a pair of black heels, grabbed your purse, and headed downstairs.

“Bye, mom,” Finn yelled from the front door, about to leave to catch the bus.

“Bye, sweetie. Remember I have that meeting with Mr. Barnes after school, so go to his classroom when you’re done with soccer practice.” You reminded him, planting a kiss on his cheek.

Your work day felt like it went on for weeks. Instead of focusing on the report that you had to finish by the end of the week, your mind wandered to thoughts of Finn’s teacher.

You finally made it to the end of the day and practically raced to the school.

You adjusted your dress and your hair before knocking on the classroom door.

“Come in.” You heard him call from inside the room.

You pulled the door open and entered. The soft warmth of his cologne hit you immediately. It reminded you of a campfire— and just made you want to bury your face in his chest.

Then, you spotted him. He saw flicking through files at his desk. “I’m just finding some of Finn’s work that I wanted to show you. Just give me one second,” he said, not looking up at you yet.

You felt enchanted watching the way his fingers quickly moved against the papers, especially his metal fingers.

They’d always concerned the other parents, but not you. You couldn’t but wonder what his metal hand would feel like in yours, or around your waist, or in your hair.

“Of course, take your time,” you responded. You could hear your heart thumping in your ears. You started to panic. What if he could hear it too? You didn’t exactly know if being a super soldier enhanced your hearing.

He tugged a few papers out of the file, plopping them on top of his desk.

Then, he quickly stood up from his seat and walked across the room towards you. His eyes ran down your frame, admiring your dress and the way it fit you. Stop it, Bucky. She’s your student's mother. She probably has a husband. He reminded himself.

“It’s nice to see you again.” He said, reaching out to shake your hand. His hand gently took yours. It felt like an electric current was racing through your veins. “Yes, you as well, Mr. Barnes.” You replied, with a simple smile.

He chuckled. “Please, call me Bucky.” He told you. The grin on his face made you weak in the knees. Was he this charming with all the parents?

He led you over to his desk, pulling out the chair that was on the other side. You graciously sat down, thanking him. He was a gentleman too? You were doomed.

“So, what’s Bucky short for?” You asked as he took a seat across from you. There was something about Bucky’s presence that intrigued you.

“Buchanan actually. I know it’s a little old school.” He said, with a sheepish grin. He couldn’t help how much he wanted to impress the pretty woman.

“It’s my middle name. My first name is James, if you’d prefer to use that.” He explained.

You shook your head. “No, Bucky’s nice.” You said, smiling at him. Your cheeks started to sting, and you felt like you were smiling too much.

You didn’t know if it was just him, or his outfit, or being in a school, but you felt like a giggly schoolgirl when he looked at you.

“I have to admit. I was a little nervous when you asked me to come in for a meeting. Is Finn doing okay?” You asked, softly.

He quickly shook his head— trying to quell your worries. “No no no, nothing bad, I promise. Finn has been doing amazing work. He’s one of my best students. I just try to meet with all the parents halfway through the year.” He assured you.

Meet with all the parents.

This wasn’t just a cute little meeting between the two of you.

You couldn’t help but think about all the other moms who probably sat in this chair, also fawning over Bucky and his old fashioned charm.

You knew it was stupid. You should’ve known that already.

Some part deep inside of you though had been hoping that Bucky had also been feeling the spark that you felt between the two of you.

It all started when you met him at Finn’s open house.

Your car had broken down on the way to the school, so you and Finn spent hours waiting for the tow truck.

When you both got to the school, there was only ten minutes left in the open house. So, you split up his schedule, and Finn talked to half the teachers and you talked to the other half. That way you could get all the paperwork and things that he needed.

The last teacher you had to talk to was Mr. Barnes.

You sprinted down the hallway. Your hair was a complete mess by this point. You got to the classroom just as he was about to close the door.

“Are you alright?” He asked, watching as you tried to catch your breath.

“My son…Finn…He’s in your class. We would’ve been here sooner, but our car broke down and the tow truck took hours and I couldn’t find another ride.” You rambled, quickly explaining yourself to the man.

“That’s alright, come on in. I’ll get you a bottle of water.” He said, inviting you into the classroom. He disappeared behind his desk, grabbing water out of his mini fridge.

When he handed the bottle to you, his fingers grazed yours. You finally had a chance to get a good look at the man, and you realized how attractive he was.

He wheeled over his desk chair to you. “Here, you can sit down. I’ll gather all the papers you should need for Finn.” He said, holding the chair steady as you sat down.

“Thank you so much. That’s really sweet.” You thanked him. You could feel the warmth radiating off your cheeks.

“Of course. Anything I can do to help.” He told you, shooting you a smile as he stuffed some papers into a folder for you.

He walked back over to you, handing you the folder. Then, he gave you the typical speech about what Finn would be learning in his class and the kind of assignments to expect.

“I don’t want to overstep, but do you both need a ride home?” He asked you, softly.

Your stomach lurched at the thought of being in a car with the man. You thought about his hand ghosting over your thigh— teasing you with anticipation.

You snapped back into reality, remembering where you were.

“No, that’s okay. The towing company set us up with a rental. Thank you so much though for all your help. Finn is really excited for your class. He loves to read.” You told him.

“Well, if you ever need anything let me know.” He said, shaking your hand again before you left.

You had to force yourself to stop reminiscing and listen to what Bucky was telling you about Finn.

“So, there’s nothing for me to be worried about?” You asked when Bucky stopped talking. He gave you a reassuring smile.

“Nothing to worry about at all. You and his father must be very proud.” Bucky assured you. The comment was calculated. You knew that. He knew that.

“Finn’s father isn’t in the picture.” You corrected him. Bucky slowly nodded. “I apologize. I shouldn’t have assumed.” He apologized, trying to ignore the excitement he felt in his chest.

You were single. You were still his student’s mother, but you were single.

“So, is that all you wanted to discuss with me?” You asked. A small voice in the back of your head was hoping he’d ask you out. He gave you a short polite nod.

You started to stand, and Bucky started to panic. He didn’t want you to leave yet. He slowly rose from his seat, walking close to you.

“I must admit, I feel like I was a little biased asking you to come in today.” He said, scratching the back of his neck.

“Why’s that?” You asked, cocking your head to the side curiously. Yes, finally. So close.

“I don’t normally make the parents come in if their kid is doing fine in my class.” He admitted, stepping closer to you. He was only a couple of inches away from being pressed up against your body.

“So, why’d you want to see me?” You asked, softly. You both knew the answer. Neither of you were oblivious to the tension between the both of you in that moment.

“I’ve been thinking about you a lot. I tried to stop, but I can’t.” He said. His fingers gripped your hips, pulling you closer to him. He glanced down at your lips, wondering how they would feel against his own.

“You been thinking about me at all?” He whispered, making the hair stand up on the back of your neck.

“More than I’d care to admit,” you mumbled, pulling him into a kiss. You desperately cupped the back of his head as he lifted you onto his desk.

“We have to be careful.” You mumbled against his lips as he slotted himself in between your legs. His hands caressed your thighs. “Don’t worry.” He assured you.

He cupped your breasts over your dress, making you whine against his lips. “You look so beautiful in this dress. Can’t believe you wore this and thought I’d be able to resist.” He told you, squeezing at your breasts again.

A moan slipped through your lips. “You like it?” You asked, your voice coming out breathy.

“Oh, I love it.” He said, pressing kisses down the base of your throat.

Then, there was a knock at the door. “Oh, fuck, that’s Finn.” you swore, jumping down off the desk. Bucky's eyes went wide. He quickly smoothed out your hair and your dress.

You noticed some of your lipstick on Bucky’s lips. You rubbed your thumb against his lips, trying to get it all off. You got most of it, but his lips were still swollen.

“You can come on in, Finn.” Bucky called out, grabbing Finn’s papers off his desk and pretending to look busy.

“Hey, bud. Have a good day?” You asked as Finn walked over to you. You gave him a tight squeeze as he mumbled, “yeah, it was okay.”

“I was just telling your mom how amazing your essays are.” Bucky said, shoving some papers into a folder.

“I have these that I like to give to all the parents.” Bucky said, scribbling down on a post it note and then sticking it into the folder with the rest of the folder. Then, he handed it to you.

“Thank you, Mr. Barnes. Have a good rest of your night.” You said, clasping your hand on Finn’s shoulder and leading him towards the door.

“Thank you. You both as well.” Bucky said, smiling at you both as you left.

You didn’t open the folder until you got home and read the small scribbled note.

“I want to take you out. On a proper date. If you’d like that. Give me a call! x Bucky”

You couldn’t help but grin as you read the note.

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be my anchor

pairing: chris evans x actress!reader

summary: you and chris are at the premiere of your new movie, the materialists. chris gets anxious on the red carpet, and you help calm him down. once you both get to the after party, it’s only a matter of time before you’re all over each other.

*a/n: in celebration of chris’s birthday today and the release of the materialists🎈❤️🎁

word count: 1.8k

warnings: smut, unprotected sex, public-ish sex/bathroom sex, oral (f recieving), praise kink, size kink, minors DNI

Something seemed off. You subtly glanced around the red carpet, smiling at the paparazzi as they took your photos.

Then, your eyes found his.

You realized he’d been staring at you. You noticed how his hands were slightly shaking as he fidgeted with his necklace. His eyes looked like they were begging you for help.

Careful to not break your smile, you walked over to him. The flash of the cameras sped up as you pulled him into a hug.

“You okay?” You whispered in his ear as you hugged him.

He mumbled back one word in response: “overwhelmed”

You gave him a short nod. You hated seeing Chris like this. It wasn’t the first time you’d seen him get anxious or overwhelmed, but it always broke your heart.

You both had become quick friends after meeting while filming The Materialists. Something about you felt safe and comfortable to Chris.

You slipped your arm around his waist, leaning into his touch as you both smiled for photos. He softened into you, resting his hand on your back. He already felt calmer with you.

You stayed glued to his side for the rest of the red carpet. You whispered little assurances in his ear any chance you could, like “take a breath” or “I won’t leave. I’ve got you.”

Then, you got to the section of the carpet where they had reporters waiting to interview the cast members.

“Chris, Chris! Over here!” One of them called towards him.

He laced his fingers around your wrist, pulling you with him. “You look amazing tonight. Who are you wearing?” The reporter asked Chris.

“No no no. She’s the real star tonight. She looks beautiful.” He said, directing his attention to you and spinning you around for the camera.

You knew it was just his attempt to get the attention off of him as much as possible, but you felt your heart flutter as he complimented you.

You’d be crazy if you said you hadn’t developed some feelings for Chris while working together.

Eventually, he let go of your hand, but you made sure to not stray too far as you both did separate interviews. You continued to catch his gaze over your shoulder, and you’d give him small reassuring smiles.

By the time you’d both gotten inside, Chris felt exhausted.

You scanned the room for him, quickly recognizing those blue eyes. “How’re you feeling?” You asked, rubbing your hand up and down his forearm. He almost shuddered under your touch.

He was embarrassed by how much your touch calmed him down. It was like gravity— pulling him back down to earth and out of his head.

“I’m doin’ better now. Thank you for that, out there. It’s just one of those days and everyone screaming just really psyched me out.” He said, tugging you into a tight hug.

The tension melted out of his body— your presence recharged him. Even he was shocked by how much more comfortable he felt in your arms.

“I’m always here if you need to talk or just need someone to distract you.” You said, caressing his back as he hugged you.

He continued to cling to you. He wasn’t ready to let you go yet. His arms dipped lower and lower on your waist.

He nuzzled his face into your neck. You jumped as the cold metal of his necklace hit your chest. “You gettin’ comfy?” You teased him, still trying to bring a smile to his face.

It felt like a line was crossed.

This was beyond friendly affection.

Like all those days on set where you both lingered too long after a hug or you caught his eyes flick down to your lips after the director called cut.

“I’m gonna miss you when we’re not doing press anymore.” He mumbled into your skin.

You could feel all the heat rush to your cheeks as your stomach did flips. “You could still see me…if you wanted.” You said, slowly testing the waters.

You had to be sure that you weren’t reading this wrong.

“By seeing you…do you mean like seeing you seeing you. Like a date?” He whispered, careful to not let anyone overhear.

You pulled out of the hug. Your eyes were stuck on his. “If that’s what you want,” you responded. He swore under his breath seeing you look up at him through your eyelashes.

“You want to go talk somewhere more private?” You asked him, softly.

Then, suddenly he was dragging you behind him— his hand clenched around yours.

You both snuck down a back hallway until he found an abandoned bathroom. He tugged you inside, quickly locking the door behind you.

He spun back around to face you, his hands naturally finding your waist. Then, he kissed you. It was slow and hesitant at first, wanting to take his time to do it right. He wanted your first kiss together to be special.

You weaved your fingers through his hair, softly tugging as he kissed you. He tasted like spearmint, and you could smell his citrus cologne.

His tongue snuck into the kiss, smirking against your lips. He guided you backwards until you bumped into the sink.

He pulled out of the kiss, but only for a second to lift you onto the counter. “You sure about this?” You asked.

“Sweetheart, I’ve never been this sure about anything.” He said, kissing you again.

This kiss was hungry and impatient, his teeth softly sinking into your bottom lip and then running his tongue back over the spot. You hooked your fingers into his belt loops, tugging him closer to you.

The feeling of him against you was like a drug, and you couldn’t get enough.

He spread your legs, bunching your dress up around your hips. “Oh, fuck, honey. You’re soaked.” He groaned, setting his eyes on the wet spot forming between your legs.

“All for you, baby,” you encouraged him. He swiftly pulled your panties down your legs. His eyes met yours, and you could barely see the blues in his eye. They were almost completely black with lust.

He licked his lips as he looked down at you. He looked like he could devour you at any second.

All of a sudden, he was on his knees and his head was in between your thighs.

“Oh, shit,” you swore, leaning your head back against the mirror.

He teasingly ran his tongue through your folds, going deeper each time. You jutted your hips up, trying to get more from him. He was taking his time with you— making you unravel slowly.

He pinned your legs open, wrapping his arms around your thighs. “Taste so good,” he mumbled, placing a kiss on your clit. The sensation made your whole body jolt.

“Oh, god, Chris,” you moaned, lacing your fingers through his hair. He sucked on your clit, noticing how your grip on his hair tightened. So he did it again. And again.

Your stomach was in a tight knot that you felt like could burst at any second. Each lick and stroke from Chris’s tongue brought you closer and closer to the edge.

The coil in your stomach started to build. You felt your muscles start to contract. Then, nothing. You whined at the loss of contact.

When you opened your eyes, you saw Chris smirking at you. He quickly unhooked his belt and tugged down his pants.

“Sorry for making you wait, but I gotta know what you feel like, sweet girl,” he said, pulling his cock out of his boxers. He was swollen with precum leaking out the tip. You swore under your breath and bit down on your lip.

He chuckled as he watched your reaction. He pressed a quick kiss to your lips. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. We’ll make it fit.” He promised you, lining himself up.

His cock sunk into you. Every time you thought you were taking all of him, he kept pushing deeper. You sunk your nails into his shoulders, desperate to hold onto something.

He bottomed out inside you, earning a moan from you. His balls were pressing against your ass, and you were so full you could feel him in your stomach. If you weren’t wearing a dress, you knew you'd see a bulge in your belly where he was.

You struggled to catch your breath. Catching you by surprise, he pulled out and then quickly slammed back into you. You loudly moaned— your eyes rolling back into your head.

“Quiet, baby. Can’t have people overhearing us,” he told you, as thrusted into you again.

You struggled to hold back a moan that time, sinking your teeth into your bottom lip. He kissed you, letting your moans muffle into his mouth as he sped up his pace.

His hips were snapping into yours with so much speed and impatience. You both needed your highs, and you didn’t want to stop until you got them.

He grunted against your lips. He was hooked on the way you squeezed around him— feeling so much better than his hand ever did.

“You’re doing so good for me, sweetheart.” He mumbled against your lips. The praise only added to the wetness between your legs. He wrapped your legs around his waist, becoming addicted to the lewd sounds coming from where your bodies were joined.

You were already close. You thrusted your hips forward to meet his. He pulled out of the kiss— a string of curses leaving his lips. He pressed his forehead against your shoulder, grunting with each thrust.

“You almost there, baby? You can do it. I know you need it.” You encouraged him, stroking his hair. He didn’t think he’d be so into you praising him, but he felt his hips moving faster as he chased his high.

Your legs were shaking around him. You felt like you were seeing stars. His thumb found your clit, drawing tight circles. “Oh, Chris. I’m gonna—” you moaned, grabbing onto his shoulders.

He gripped your hips tighter. Your orgasm hit you. You called out his name as pleasure washed over you. He wasn’t long behind you— his hips snapping against yours and shooting his load inside you.

He slowed down his thrusts, easing you both down. You both were panting as you tried to recover from your orgasms. “That was so good, baby.” You mumbled, breathlessly.

“You have no idea.” He said, meeting your lips with a kiss. You kissed him back softly. It was a lazy kiss as you both came back down to earth.

“What do you say we get out of here and I take you out to dinner?” He asked you, interlacing his fingers with yours.

You giggled at how nervous he seemed— given your previous activity. “That sounds like we’re doing things in the wrong order, but that sounds really nice.” You said, kissing him again.

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shoulder to cry on

pairing: john walker x thunderbolt!reader, matt murdock x reader (platonic/very brief)

summary: john was the only one of the thunderbolts that you hadn’t bonded with above an acquaintance level. but, he was always there quietly brooding. so, when you find him crying in the middle of the night, you know you have to help him.

word count: 1.9k

warnings: brief cameo from everyone’s favorite devil from hell’s kitchen for no better reason than i wanted to

You walked into the empty Watchtower— the only sound in the air was the distant whirring of the air conditioning.

It was well past midnight, and you’d just returned from a mission. A solo mission that had been as straightforward as they come. Everything had gone perfectly to plan, getting the data you needed to retrieve with no complications.

You almost jumped out of your skin when you approached the kitchen and heard the sound of glass breaking.

You instinctively grabbed your gun out of your thigh holster, jogging into the kitchen. In the dark, it was hard to distinguish who the man slumped over the island counter was.

Until he turned to look at you.

“John?” You asked, confused.

You quickly flicked on the light switch. Then, the full scene unfolded in front of you.

First, you noticed his tear-stained eyes. Then, you saw a pile of empty beer bottles scattered around the counter— one being shattered on the floor behind him.

“What’s wrong?” You asked stepping closer to the man that you still felt you didn’t know.

The New Avengers had been together for a couple months. You’d gotten to know every other member of the team, and they felt like your friends.

Alexei would show you old documentaries about Russia and tell you anecdotes about living there. You and Bucky played darts together every Friday night. You’d spent hours training with Yelena and Ava. Hell, even Bob had opened up to you— usually over late night ice cream runs.

But, John was different.

Quiet. Brooding. Mysterious.

The only time he ever spoke to you was about missions. Nothing beyond that— nothing personal.

It felt like you were the only one he ignored. And you didn’t know why.

You pulled the bottle out of his hand— surprised when his grip instantly loosened, letting you take it.

As you set it down on the counter, John enveloped you in a hug. His large arms tightly wrapped around your waist. He buried his face in your neck.

You just stood there stunned for a few seconds.

Then, you felt his body start to shake as he sobbed in your arms.

You hesitantly wrapped your arms around him, running your hands up and down his back. Seeing him like this was such a contrast to the picture of strength he usually tried to convey.

“I don’t want to lose him.” He mumbled in between tears. His voice was slightly muffled.

“Lose who?” You asked, cupping the back of his head gently.

There was another minute of silence.

“My son,” he muttered, weakly. His body collapsing against yours. All his energy was gone. You could almost feel the hope leaving his body. You held him up, letting him get it all out.

You were surprised that you were the one he was confiding in, so you didn’t want to let him down. You wanted to be the one thing he could rely on if his whole world was going to shit.

“C’mon, honey. Let’s go sit down.” You said, leading him towards the couch in the living room. You weren’t sure where the pet name came from— it just slipped out. You were just trying to rely on any maternal or nurturing instincts.

When you sat down beside him, you saw the tears rolling down his cheeks. You pulled your sleeve over your hand, softly wiping away his tears.

“Do you want to talk about it?” You asked him, softly. It was like you were talking to a timid animal, and you didn’t want to scare it away.

You noticed his hesitancy. You wrapped your hand around his, softly giving it a reassuring squeeze.

“Olivia said if I got a stable job and went to therapy and tried to work on myself that we’d talk about visitation. And I have…I’ve worked so damn hard. But, she called today and said she changed her mind. I miss him so much— I don’t know what to do.” He explained.

You felt stupid for how concerned you’d been about him never really talking to you. He had much more important stuff going on. You hated that you hadn’t seen it sooner.

“I am so sorry, John.” You said, pulling him to a hug. He relaxed against your body— almost feeling soothed by your touch.

He hadn’t felt this close to someone since Olivia left. And he didn’t want to let you go. “I’m so alone,” he mumbled, the words muffled against your hair.

“You’re not. I promise. I’m right here.” You assured him.

He slowly pulled away. You were worried you’d pushed him too far.

The expression on his face was…pure. If you didn’t know any better, you’d say he looked lovestruck.

He reached towards you with his hand, rough calloused fingertips brushing a piece of your hair behind your ear. His eyes glanced down, lingering on your lips for a second.

Suddenly, there was a buzzing between the both of you. You felt like your senses were on overdrive. Like there was too much going on for your brain to focus on one thing.

“Can I kiss you?” He asked, letting his hand cup your cheek.

He was sad. He was lonely. He missed his son. He didn’t actually want this…want you. He was just distraught. You reminded yourself.

“You’re drunk.” You told him, so you wouldn’t have to lie and say you didn’t want this.

He shook his head. His hand moved to your chin, brushing his thumb over your bottom lip. “I’m not, well, I can’t…super soldier serum and all. Trust me, I tried.” His voice came out at a whisper.

“We shouldn’t. You’re upset about your son.” You made more excuses. His lips were only millimeters away from yours— with every breath, you could feel yourself inching closer.

“If you don’t want this, that’s fine. But only tell me to stop if you don’t want this. I promise I’m thinking clearly. I want this— I want you.” He responded. You felt your stomach doing flips, like you were on a rollercoaster.

“I want you too.” The words escaped your lips before you were even sure what you’d said.

He closed the distance, pressing his lips against yours. He tasted like beer, with a pinch of saltiness from the tears that had dried above his lips.

His lips moved naturally against yours, like they were destined to. His hands found your hips, tugging you closer to him.

He didn’t want any distance between the two of you. All the good things in his life felt like they were being pulled away from him, and he didn’t want the same to happen to you.

He slowly pressed you down, so you were lying on the couch. He crawled on top of you and brought his lips back to meet yours. He felt your breathing as you laid below him— it felt like the only thing convincing him that he was real.

His hands slipped under your shirt, ghosting over your skin and leaving a trail of goosebumps.

“John…not like this.” You mumbled, pulling out of the kiss.

He stopped kissing you, and you could see how much it pained him.

“We’ve never even had a real conversation before tonight. You’re really telling me you’ve wanted this? We don’t even know each other.” You told him. It was hard to keep yourself from kissing him when you were this close to him. His cologne smelled like a campfire and felt so inviting.

“Of course, we know each other. We’ve been working together for months.” He said, continuing to deny the fact that he’s shut you out for that entire time period.

“We talk about strategy and tactics. We don’t actually talk about anything real.” You told him.

He sat up, scooting to the other side of the couch. He hadn’t thought about the possibility of you being hurt by him pushing you away.

“It’s cause I like you, okay?” He said, but his gaze was glued to his lap. He couldn’t dare look you in the eyes.

Before you could respond, he started talking again. “I don’t know how to do this. What if I let you in and you see how fucked up I am? And then, you leave me just like Olivia did.” He admitted.

You scooted closer to him, interlacing your fingers with his. He looked at your hands and then finally at your face. He was relieved to see you smiling.

“Just take it slow. I promise, you’re not the only one who’s fucked up.” You told you, softly pecking his lips.

“Let’s get you to bed, and we can talk more in the morning. It’s late.” You told him.

He begged you to stay with him. You couldn’t resist the puppy eyes that he gave you. So, you laid beside him and let him hold your hand, so he could fall asleep.

When you woke up, he was completely curled up against you. His arm was haphazardly thrown over your stomach, and his legs were tangled with yours.

You looked down at where his head was resting on your chest. You brushed his messy hair out of his face

After thirty minutes of you admiring him, he started to stir. His eyes immediately shot to where he was holding you. “Sorry,” he quickly muttered as he pulled himself away from you and stretched.

“Don’t be. It’s nice.” You whispered back, softly. A blush appeared on his cheeks as he awkwardly scratched the back of his neck.

You rolled over to face him. “So, I was thinking about what you said yesterday about Olivia and custody. Before I got powers, I used to be a lawyer. I have a friend, he’s one of the best. I asked him if he could come over and meet with you today, if that’s okay with you.” You told him.

“Are you kidding? Thank you so much.” He tugged you into a bear hug, rolling on top of you.

“Of course, you’re a hero. You deserve to see your son.” You replied, hugging him back.

You both were sitting in the living room later when he walked in from the elevator— Matthew Murdock.

“Matt! Thank you for coming.” You said, walking over and pulling him into a hug.

You quickly introduced the two men. “So, I hear you’re an Avenger now? You ever miss the nights you spent with little old Matt Murdock?” Matt asked, referencing the nights you spent working together as vigilantes.

“Wait…did you guys?” John asked, mistaking the joke as innuendo.

“Don’t worry, pal. It wasn’t like that.” Matt assured him, but John was still skeptical. You both seemed really close— closer than coworkers.

You wrapped your arm around John’s waist. “John, you ever heard of the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen?” You asked him.

John furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. “The vigilante? Who hasn’t.” He replied, simply.

“Well, now you’ve met him.” You said, gesturing towards Matt. Slowly, you watched the realization set in on John’s face. “So, when you said you worked together…you meant like hero stuff.” John said.

“Hero’s a complicated word, but essentially, yes.” Matt responded.

Matt spent a couple hours with John going over what would be required for a case. Then, with a handshake for John and a hug for you, he left.

“So, you just have a thing for having superhero boyfriends?” John asked, turning towards you and raising his eyebrow.

You rolled your eyes at him. “I told you. We did not date.” You promised as John leaned in to kiss you.

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off limits - part seven

THE FINALE

pairing: brother’sbestfriend! henry cavill x reader

summary: henry was best friends with your brother, theo, which meant despite the clear chemistry between you two, you both had chosen to not date.

word count: 2.8k

warnings: smut, unprotected sex, oral (f & m recieving), fingering (f recieving), multiple orgasms, overstimulation, use of toys, minors DNI

**this series has been like my baby for the last two and a half years, so a big thank you to every who stuck around 🩵🩵🩵

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It was the last night of Sarah’s bachelorette weekend.

You’d spend all weekend in a funk. You hadn’t seen Henry since your giant fight with Theo, when you’d called off whatever your relationship, or lack thereof, with Henry was. You’d spent every minute since then missing him.

You missed the way he used to laugh at your jokes or smile at you. You missed how comforting his hugs were. Mostly, you missed the excitement you both had felt when you decided to be together and finally tell Theo.

But all that was gone now. You weren’t together. And you probably never would be.

It had been hard enough missing him, but the bachelorette weekend made it so much harder.

Sarah’s bachelorette and Theo’s bachelor parties were planned for the same weekend. And you all were staying at the same hotel.

Both groups had done all their separate activities, but for the last night, the whole group was going to go out clubbing.

So, not only had you been worrying about accidentally running into Henry, but all your mind could focus on all weekend was the thought of Henry at Theo’s bachelor party. You imagined him at strip clubs being given lap dances by beautiful women and having women flirt with him.

It was stupid, you knew that.

Henry wasn’t yours, and you’d been the one to end it.

But not because you wanted to. Because it was the only way to end the stress and keep your relationship with Theo intact.

You’d already told Sarah you couldn’t go out tonight. You couldn’t spend a whole night with Henry. You barely knew how you were going to survive the wedding.

So, you threw on some comfy pajamas and crawled into bed with a book.

You only got a few pages into your book before you’d completely zoned out. Your thoughts always drifted back to Henry.

You huffed, throwing down your book. You hated that you couldn’t accomplish any task without getting distracted by him. It hurt more than a breakup, and you hadn’t even dated him.

You slipped on some shoes and headed out of your room. Maybe a walk around the hotel would help clear your mind.

“Oh, you’ve got to be fucking kidding me.” You mumbled under your breath.

You’d stepped into the hallway and ten feet away from you was Henry staring back at you.

Had you psychically summoned him or something?

“I thought you’d be at the club with everyone.” were the first words you said.

“I didn’t go because I thought you’d be there. And I know you don’t want to see me.” He said, giving you an apologetic smile.

You could feel your heart tighten in your chest. That smile still went right through you. You both stood silently— wanting to appreciate this moment before it was gone.

Your relationship was fleeting, and you wanted to hang on to this last little shred— to have one last memory with each other.

“How have you been?” You asked, your feet still remaining planted. You couldn’t close the distance because then there’d be nothing to stop you from kissing him.

You hated that you were drawing out the encounter. You knew it would only make it harder when he was gone again.

He noticed your hesitancy, not advancing any closer to you. “I’ve been okay— been thinking about you a lot.” He said. His voice was barely above a whisper— like if he spoke the words too loud he might wake himself from this dream.

“I’m really sorry that I yelled at you. I was just so mad at Theo, and everything was crumbling around me. But I never should have yelled at you. You were the one thing keeping me sane.” You apologized.

“You don’t have to apologize. I understand.” He said.

You wanted to give in. You wanted to race into his arms and never let him leave again.

“Is Theo still ready to murder us?” You asked, realizing you hadn’t seen Theo since that day either.

Henry chuckled, looking down at the floor. “We actually had a long chat about it.” He told you. That pit in your stomach tightened again. Your relationship with Theo was screwed enough, you didn’t need it to be worse.

“Good or bad?” You asked. You couldn’t read his expression.

“He said he wasn’t mad at us for dating, but he was just mad that we kept it from him. I know that you’re fed up with this— all of this mess. So, I don’t expect you to reciprocate any of this, but the past couple weeks have showed me how much I love your company. If you wanted to just be friends, I’d still love the chance to know you.” He told you, honestly.

You stood silently, blinking as you processed what he said.

Theo didn’t care if you dated? So, Henry could be yours? And you wouldn’t torch your relationship with your brother?

You timidly started to walk towards Henry. The short walk between the two of probably only lasted a few seconds but it felt like it went on for hours.

“Are you saying he wouldn’t care if we dated?” You repeated. You had to ask again. You had to know if you’d heard him right.

“It seemed like it, but I thought you’d already made up your mind?” He asked you, cautiously. He saw the way your eyes lit up at his answer, but he couldn’t think about it— not until you said you wanted to give it a chance. He couldn’t risk getting his hopes up.

“Henry, I’ve never cared this much about anyone before. And now I’m finding out that, for the first time in months, there’s nothing standing in our way.” You told him honestly.

There was a beat of silence. Both of you debating your next move.

Then his lips were on yours— hungrily trying to make up for lost time. You cupped the back of his head, weaving your fingers through his hair. His body curved against yours— the separation between the two of you blurring.

He nudged you backwards until you backed up into the wall. His arms slid down your back, grasping the back of your thighs as he picked you up.

You let your legs wrap around his waist as he pinned you against the wall.

You didn’t want to leave a single inch of his skin untouched. You wanted your touch to be etched in his skin like paint on a canvas— standing the test of history. You wanted him to be marked as yours forever beyond this day.

And he wasn’t going to let anyone take you away from him again.

The elevator dinged at the end of the hallway.

You both separated for a second— mischievous smirks on both your faces. He wrapped his arms around your waist, jogging into your room as he carried you.

Once the door closed behind you, there was nothing stopping you both.

He set you down on your feet, pushing you back against the closed door. “Finally get you all to myself. Waited so long for this,” he smirked, pulling you back into a kiss.

He sunk to his knees in front of you. Your heartbeat thudded in your ears as all the heat rushed to your cheeks.

His pace was rushed as he pulled your sweatpants down to your ankles. “We have all night. You can take your time.” You assured him, cupping the back of his head.

His ignored your words, pulling your panties down to join your pants. “I don’t think I’ll survive another minute without my face in between your legs.” He grunted, slipping your leg over his shoulder.

His hot breath blew against your folds— sending a shiver down your spine. Then, he dove in like a starved man.

All of those lonely nights catching up to him. Nights where he'd tug on his cock, pretending his hand was your own. Or all the nights he had to take a cold shower after seeing you because it was all too much.

His tongue explored you. He was careful, meticulous— memorizing what made you moan and grip his hair tighter.

“Taste so sweet, like fuckin’ candy,” he swore. The vibrations from his voice shot straight to your core. His name fell freely from your lips. His nose brushed harshly against your clit as he teasingly licked.

Your head was already spinning. It was so much better than you’d imagined.

He lapped up your arousal. It only turned him on more— seeing how wet he’d made you.

His lips wrapped around your clit, sucking on the bundle of nerves. You threw your head back against the door and felt your knee buckle under you.

He tightly wrapped his arm around your thigh, keeping you pressed up against the door. “Need more, Hen. I can take it, please.” You begged him. You both knew you were close.

He plunged two fingers into you, curling them roughly inside you. He let his mouth focus on your clit. You called out his name, pulling his hair.

He moaned against you, sending another wave of pleasure through you. “Oh, fuck, baby. I think I’m gonna…I’m gonna,” you swore as you came on his fingers.

He pulled his mouth off of you with a satisfying pop sound, but didn’t still his fingers. They continued pushing deeper into you and curling. Your legs twitched around his hand, the overstimulation becoming too much.

“I can’t…oh Henry, too much,” you mumbled, panting.

If anything, it encouraged him. He sped up his fingers, ramming them into you. The wet sounds make your mind go foggy. He used his other hand to pin your legs open for him.

“You can do it, sweetheart. Give me another one.” He encouraged you.

He rose to his feet as he pumped in and out of you. He captured your lips in a kiss— your moans muffling into his mouth.

Your legs shook as you felt your second orgasm approaching. He knew you were close. He harshly rubbed his thumb against your clit, making you whimper.

“Come on, sweetheart. Cum on my fingers for me.” He instructed. Your entire body contracted— every muscle spasming. You came all over his fingers. You swore loudly, leaning your head against Henry’s shoulder.

“So beautiful when you cum.” He whispered, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

He swept you up bridal style into his arms. He walked over to your bed softly laying you down. Your fatigue was written all over your face.

“We don’t have to do anything else tonight.” He whispered, crawling to lay beside you.

After months of wanting this kind of intimacy and closeness with Henry, it felt nice to just lay next to him.

“But what about you?” You objected, rolling over to face him. He quickly shook his head. “You’re exhausted, sweetheart. We don’t have to do anything right now.” He assured you.

You slowly pulled yourself into a sitting position. He watched you, curiously and intently. You grabbed the hem of your sweatshirt, pulling it over your head.

Henry’s mouth hung open, realizing you didn’t have a shirt or bra on underneath.

He pulled himself up, sitting with his back against the headboard. “What’re you thinking, honey?” He asked. He couldn’t hide the way his eyes darkened with lust.

“Wanna make you feel good too,” you mumbled, slowly ridding him of his pants and boxers. As you did that, he tugged off his shirt and tossed it to the side.

His erection sprung out of his boxers. You leaned down into his lap, licking the precum off the tip of his cock.

His fists wrapped around the bedsheets until his knuckles turned white. You closed your lips around him, slowly taking more and more until he brushed up against the back of your throat.

He let out a choked groan. “Oh, fuck, honey,” he shuddered. You ran your tongue along the bottom of his cock.

His hand flew to your hair, bunching it up in his fist. He was careful not to push you too hard, but he held you still as he thrusted his hips into your mouth.

“You have no idea how many nights I imagined this.” He moaned. You gripped your nails into his thighs.

Hearing your name fall from his lips was enough to make that wetness return between your legs. You moaned with him in your mouth.

Before you even knew what you were doing, you slipped your hand between your legs, softly toying with your clit.

Henry caught you. He pulled himself out of your mouth. “Can you take another? You wanna cum again?” He asked, tugging you up towards him. You nodded as he kissed you.

“Want to you to fuck me, please.” You told him.

“God, you’re too good for me, sweetheart.” He groaned, squeezing your hips as he kissed you again.

“Condoms in the bedside drawer,” you mumbled against his lips. You could feel his lips curve up into a smirk. “Who did you buy condoms for? You have some special guests? Were you expecting me?” He asked. His tone was completely teasing, and there was no jealousy in it at all.

Deep down, you both knew that you were his and he was yours.

“Only you, been hoping this would happen.” You told him.

He ripped open the drawer— freezing once he looked inside.

“What’s this, sweetheart?” He asked, holding up your light blue toy.

You felt your cheeks start to burn. In your rush, you forgot it was in there. The lonely nights without Henry had proved to be too much, so you invested in a toy.

It was a small toy that was designed to suck on your clit— very effective.

He chuckled at your embarrassment, grabbing a condom while he was in the drawer as well. He tore it open with his teeth and rolled it down onto his cock. Seeing him tear it open had turned your legs to jelly.

He grabbed your hips, and you wrapped your arms around his neck. He prodded your entrance with his cock teasingly as he lined himself up.

Slowly and gently, he started to push through your folds. He groaned, squeezing your hips. “Make me yours, Henry. I want everyone to know.” Your words only encouraged him to go faster.

He bottomed out inside of you, adjusting to the way you squeezed him so perfectly. “Feel like heaven, like you were made for me,” he moaned.

He pulled himself almost all the way out before slamming back into you with ferocity. He was reminded of the warmth in his belly— and his need for release.

He chased his high, pounding into you relentlessly. You weren’t complaining either. You felt like you’d melted into a puddle as he fucked you deep and fast.

He busied his mouth with sucking on different spots on your collarbone. He wanted to stake his claim and have everyone know you belonged to him.

He wouldn’t have to deal with men’s lingering stares on you anymore.

“Faster, Henry. Need to cum—” you begged, wrapping your legs around his waist. The neediness in your eyes pushed Henry closer to the edge.

He chased both your highs, “you gonna give me another one, honey?” He asked, feeling your high approaching.

Before you could respond, you heard a soft buzzing and then Henry attached your toy to your clit.

You screamed out his name, throwing your head back against the sheets. The pressure from the toy and Henry pounding into you was too much. Your vision felt blurry, and you swore the room was spinning.

“Too much— I can’t take it,” you gasped. Your nails dragged down Henry’s back.

“You can, honey. You can do it. Just give me one more. Cum around my cock for me.” He encouraged you, tightening his grip on you.

You repeated his name over and over until your orgasm hit you. It rolled through your entire body. Your walls tightened around his length, pulsing and trying to recover.

His hips slipped against yours as he came inside you. He pulled the toy away from you. His sweaty body still clinging to yours. He softly rolled his hips with yours, bringing you both down from your high.

“You are so beautiful. I wish I knew what I did in another life to deserve you.” Henry whispered, peppering kisses all over your face.

You smiled softly, recovering from your third orgasm of the night.

“I think I might love you.” You whispered. Even you were shocked that the words actually came out of your mouth.

“I think that’s good because I love you too.” Henry responded, sealing your lips in a kiss.

He was finally yours.

His body curved into yours as his arms wrapped around your waist. He didn’t want a single inch of space between the two of you. Your body melded into his.

Then, a soft knock at the door and someone’s voice— Theo’s.

“Hey, you in there? I want to talk.” He called out.

“Busy,” you and Henry both yelled back at the same time.

You almost heard Theo groan through the door. “I didn’t need the visual, but I’m happy you guys worked it out.” Theo responded before walking away.

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[alisonsfics]

like promised

pairing: carmy berzatto x roommate!reader

summary: getting carmy to agree to pretend to be your boyfriend for your friend’s wedding was no small feat. you promised you’d make it up to him, but even you didn’t imagine that you’d be making it up to him later that night.

word count: 3.5k

warnings: smut, unprotected sex, handjob (m recieving), sub!carmy, mini praise kink, lap dance, teasing, shower sex, this devolved into filth pretty quickly, minors DNI

You sat on the couch— reading the same page of your book that you’d been reading for the past hour. You fought back a yawn, glancing towards the clock.

Then, you heard the soft jingle of keys. You turned towards the door to see your roommate, Carmy, sneaking in the front door. He was trying so hard to be quiet, so he wouldn’t wake you up.

“Hey, Bear,” you said softly. His eyes snapped up to meet yours.

“Oh, hey, you didn’t have to wait up for me. It’s late.” He said, slipping off his shoes and walking towards the living room to join you.

The room felt warm and cozy now that Carmy was there. His presence brought you so much peace. “It’s okay. I like waiting up for you, and I had something I wanted to talk to you about.” You told him.

“Oh yeah?” He asked as he sat down beside you. He carefully grabbed your book out of your hand, slipping your bookmark in, and then set it on the coffee table.

Then, he laid his head down in your lap, looking up at you. He had bags under his eyes, and his eyes were bloodshot. “You feeling alright?” You asked, your voice laced with concern.

You held your palm against his forehead, seeing if he had a fever. “Just stressed from work— such a disaster tonight,” he mumbled. You tried to pull your hand away, but he grabbed your wrist and pulled your hand towards the top of his head.

You quickly understood the gesture. You raked your fingers through his hair, scratching your nails against his scalp. His eyes fluttered shut. A low groan came out of his lips as he bit down on his button lip.

You tried to ignore the way that the sound made your stomach do a flip.

He opened his eyes, slowly. “So, what did you want to talk to me about?” He asked, giving you his undivided attention.

“Don’t worry about it, Carm. You’re stressed enough. I was just gonna ask you a favor, but I can find someone else. It’s okay.” You dismissed it. You didn’t want to add any more responsibilities to his plate— seeing how stressed he was already.

He shook his head. “No no, I’m serious. What’s up? You are not going to burden me, I promise.” He said, knowing your thought process as good as his own.

“I was going to ask you to be my date to my friend’s wedding this weekend.” You replied, nervously watching his response.

Carmy famously hated any occasion where he had to dress up. He found it too formal, and it made him anxious. “I thought Sam was going to that with you.” Carmy asked, furrowing his eyebrows at you.

Up until an hour ago, Sam had been your boyfriend. It wasn’t too serious, but also wasn’t too casual. You’d both been together for five months.

You bit the inside of your cheek— trying to keep the tears away. It was still too fresh. “He broke up with me.” Your voice cracked as the words came out.

You watched Carmy’s expression fall, hurting for you. He quickly sat up, pulling you into his arms. “I am so sorry.” He said, nestling his head into the crook of your neck.

You let your fingers curl around the hem of his tshirt. You buried yourself in his chest. He smelled like citrus. “Of course I’ll go with you.” He whispered, rubbing your back.

You tried to protest. “But you’re so busy, Carm.” You argued. He squeezed you tighter, swaying from side to side. “Doesn’t matter. You need me, so I’m gonna be there.” He assured you.

“I’ll make it up to you, Carm. I promise. Thank you.” You whispered back.

You both fell asleep on the couch after Carmy put on a movie trying to cheer you up. As soon, as you rested your head on his chest, you were fast asleep. It took Carmy longer to fall asleep, just stroking your hair and watching you breathe.

When you woke up, you stretched out, reaching for Carmy. You squinted at the sunlight bursting in through the curtains. When your eyes adjusted to the light, you realized you were in your bed.

Carmy must have carried you in there at some point.

Then, you heard two loud voices echoing off the walls of the apartment. Both of them were rambling and saying a million words a minute.

You climbed out of bed, searching for the culprits. You walked into the doorway to Carmy’s bedroom.

The door was wide open, displaying Carmy and Richie loudly talking over each other. There were clothes thrown all over Carmy’s bed— almost like he’d taken every single item out of his dresser.

It took them both a few minutes to realize you were there. Finally, Carmy accidentally spotted you, and then did a double take. “Oh, I’m so sorry. Did we wake you?” He asked, rushing to your side.

You shook your head. “What’re you guys doing?” You asked, leaning your head on Carmy’s shoulder for support. It was way too early to be awake.

“I asked Richie to help me pick an outfit for the wedding.” Carmy said it like it was obvious, “what color is your dress?”

“It’s green— wait…why?” You asked. Your brain wasn’t awake yet, and they were a bit too awake for you to process what was happening.

“Well, we have to match.” Carmy said, shrugging. You wrapped your arms around his waist, squeezing him lightly. Your heart swelled as you saw how excited he was about his outfit.

“I think we have a winner, cousin.” Richie said, holding up a grey suit jacket with a sage green tie.

Carmy stared at it for a minute, looking it over. “Yeah, I like it. What do you think?” He said, looking down at where your head was resting on his shoulder.

“It’s lovely, Carm. I’m making coffee. It’s far too early for this. You guys want some?” You asked, heading towards the kitchen.

The next week flew by with Carmy asking you questions about the wedding everyday.

Did he need to bring a gift? No, you’d handled the gift already.

Who was getting married? Their names were Leanne and Peter.

How did you know them? You went to college with Leanne.

Was he going to pretend to be your boyfriend or just a friend? You both had settled on the choice of fake boyfriend. It was better than explaining that your real boyfriend had dumped you a week before the wedding.

You both were currently sitting in your hotel room because the wedding was at a quaint little orchard outside the city. You were doing your makeup and hair on your bed, while Carmy quietly ironed his outfit.

It was so peaceful, and you both felt so comfortable around each other. You knew how rare it was to find someone you could just enjoy silence with.

“Alright, how do I look?” You showed off your makeup to Carmy.

He glanced up from the iron, and his face immediately lit up. “Oh my god, you look so beautiful.” He complimented, beckoning you over to him.

He quietly studied your face, appreciating every minute of work that had gone into it. “Thank you, Carm. Do you need the bathroom or can I go get dressed real quick?” You asked him.

He shook his head. “No, go ahead.” He said, giving your hips a quick gentle squeeze. You felt your skin heat up under his touch.

You quickly locked yourself in the bathroom. You caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror and noticed the smile that was plastered to your face.

This crush on Carmy was going to destroy you.

When you exited the bathroom, you saw Carmy adjusting his tie in the mirror.

He immediately turned when he sensed you behind him. He was glowing. “Wow…you look…so beautiful, oh my god.” His voice came out as a whisper. He was completely mesmerized by you.

You did a spin, letting Carmy admire you from every angle.

He reached out for your hand, pulling you closer to him. He was still speechless. “Thank you.” You said, unable to get the smile off your face.

Carmy spent the entire ceremony sneaking glances at you, which you pretended not to notice.

When you got past the ceremony and dinner, to the reception, you were ready to let loose and have fun with Carmy.

“You want to go dance?” Carmy asked, nudging your leg with his.

Your shock was written all over your face. Carmy was not a dancer. “You don’t have to do that.” You assured him.

“I promised to be your pretend boyfriend. You get all the romance.” He said, standing and holding his hand out to you.

You slipped your hand into his— electricity surging between the both of you. Carmy had been such a good doting pretend boyfriend for the day.

When you got to the dance floor, Carmy’s arms protectively wrapped around your waist.

You should’ve known that pretending to date your roommate who you were in love with would lead to complicated emotions.

“Thank you for coming with me tonight.” You whispered, leaning your head against his temple. His thumbs rubbed circles into your back, softly caressing the satin fabric of your dress.

“I love spending time with you.” He responded.

The air felt electric between the two of you— like an invisible current was connecting you both.

“Oh my god, your dress is so beautiful.” You heard someone say over your shoulder.

You turned and saw Leanne, the bride. Carmy loosened his grip on you, letting you pull her into a hug. “Me? Look at you— you look amazing. Congratulations. I’m so happy for you and Peter.” You told her.

“And who do we have here?” Leanne asked, gesturing towards Carmy.

“This is my boyfriend, Carmen.” You said, leaning into his touch. His arm wrapped back around your waist. He softly pressed a kiss against your temple.

He couldn’t resist. He couldn’t explain the way he felt about you. He just always had the urge to be close to you.

“You guys are so cute together. How did you guys meet?” She asked, smiling at you both.

“We actually met because we were both looking for a roommate, and we started living together. And it took me a while to get the courage to ask her on a date.” Carmy said, looking over at you with a gaze of love.

“He’s a chef. You have to go to his restaurant, if you’re ever in the city. He’s very talented.” You complimented.

“I have to make a few more rounds, but it’s so nice to see you again.” She said, before moving on to talking to other people.

He tugged you back into his grasp, swaying to the music with you. “What would I have to do to convince you to dip me?” You asked him, teasingly.

He chuckled, looking down at his shoes. “You’re adorable, you know that?” He laughed, leaning in and kissing your nose.

You both froze as you realized what he’d just done. He didn’t know why he did it. He just knew he couldn’t stop himself. He wanted to dote on you and adore you.

You paused, thinking over your words before you said them.

“You maybe want to head back to the hotel and call it a night?” You asked, titling your head to the side.

Carmy furrowed his eyebrows— wondering if he’d heard you right. The was a slight twinkle in your eyes, leading him to believe you meant something else. He quickly nodded, too nervous to even respond.

His hand stayed glued in yours the whole way back to the hotel.

When you finally got back to the room, Carmy sunk back into the couch. His eyes rolled down your frame as you stood in front of him.

“You want a drink?” You asked as you grabbed two mini bottles of liquor out of the mini fridge.

He quickly nodded. If this night was going where he thought it was, he needed the liquid courage. You sat next to Carmy, your thigh pressed up against his.

He took a bottle out of your hand, quickly downing the shot. You reached out, swiping your thumb against the liquid resting on his bottom lip.

Carmy watched with wide eyes as you licked the liquor off your thumb. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he gulped nervously.

Something about Carmy’s gaze on you made you feel powerful. You slowly unscrewed this cap on your bottle and downed the liquor. The warmth spread down your throat into your stomach. It joined the warmth that was also spreading between your thighs.

You grabbed onto Carmy’s shoulders, pulling yourself to straddle his lap. “Wh-what’re you doin’?” He mumbled, nervously licking his lips.

“I told you I’d make it up to you.” You whispered, slowly unbuttoning his dress shirt. His pupils were blown out. He could hear his heartbeat in his ears, seeing you on top of him like this.

“Is that okay?” You asked, noticing his silence.

His chest rapidly rose and fell. “Fuck yes,” he begged you breathlessly.

You tugged off his suit jacket and shirt, letting them fall to the floor. He rested his arms along the backside of the couch, watching you carefully.

You nuzzled your nose into his neck, softly sucking on the skin. A moaned escaped his lips. Your lips felt like heaven on him. “Don’t worry, honey. I’ll take good care of you.” You whispered, continuing working on the bruise that was starting to form on his neck.

His hips bucked up against yours— frantically and desperately.

“Patience, baby,” you mumbled, slowly unbuckling his belt. There was a buzz of anticipation in the air. You fumbled with the belt, successfully unbuckling it.

Your hand slipped down into his pants, palming him through the outside of his boxers. “Oh, fuck,” he swore, pushing your hand harder against his hardened length.

You clicked your tongue at him, disapprovingly.

“You gotta be patient. You’ve gotta wait longer now.” Your tone was teasing.

Carmy felt like he was going to burst if you didn’t touch him soon.

You stood up off his lap, pulling your dress off over your head. He swore under his breath as he laid eyes on the lacy lingerie set you were wearing. “You like what you see, baby?” You asked him, softly.

He furiously nodded his head, resisting the urge to reach out to touch you. He knew you’d just make him wait longer. You ran your fingers over the lace of your bra, softly humming under your own touch.

Every inch of his body screamed at him to jump up and touch you.

You slipped one of your hands under your bra, toying with your nipple. Your mouth hung open, softly moaning. His pants were clearly strained as his erection threatened to break free.

You turned around for him, running your hands up the back of your thighs and then over your ass— cupping and squeezing the flesh.

“Please, honey. Need you to touch me,” Carmy begged you.

You faced him again. A devious smirk appeared on your face as you straddled him again.

You quickly unclasped your bra, dropping it behind you. “Remember to keep your hands to yourself, baby.” You instructed.

You massaged your breasts, taking one in each hand. His eyes lingered on your hardened buds— yearning to lean forward and put his mouth on you.

You reached your hands up and pushed against the wall above Carmys head. You leaned closer to him, your tits hanging inches from Carmy’s face.

You bounced on his lap. Your clothed core brushed against his cock through his pants. A strained moan escaped his lips, which only encouraged you. You continued bouncing up and down— your tits bounced in front of his face while you teasingly grinded against him.

“Please, honey, gonna cum in my pants. Please touch me.” He begged you, panting.

“Oh, you pretty baby. Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you.” You said, pressing your lips against his temple.

You slipped your hand into his pants, wrapping your fingers around his cock. He swore under his breath as soon as you touched him. His cock was already twitching in your hand.

His head fell back as his mouth hung agape. Melodic grunts and moans fell freely from his lips. He was coming apart in your hand, and you knew it.

“You like that, baby?” You asked, speeding up your pace as you slid your hand up and down his cock. He just whimpered in response, thrusting his hips into your hand.

His eyes were clamped shut, and there was a trail of sweat dripping down his temple. “You’re doing so good for me, baby, but you gotta open your eyes for me. Want to watch you fall apart, Carm.” You told him.

His eyes locked onto yours. The eye contact felt too intimate, even though you had your hand stuffed down his pants jerking him off. “I’m gonna…oh god, oh fuck, I’m—I’m—I’m cumming.” He yelled, shooting his seed into his boxers.

“Making a mess in your pants, doing such a good job” you coaxed him down from his high. You slowed your pace, slowing stroking his cock and coating it with his own cum.

You gingerly kissed his temple, watching as he gasped for breath.

“I’m gonna run you a nice hot shower to get cleaned up, baby.” You whispered in his ear.

He grabbed for your waist, pulling you back to him. “Will you…go with me?” He asked, still trying to catch his breath.

“I was planning on it.” You winked at him as you headed towards the bathroom. You closed the door behind you, creating some suspense.

You started the shower and then ditched your panties, which were the last thing you were wearing.

When you opened the door and Carmy saw you standing there fully naked, he thought he was going to cum again on the spot.

You sauntered over to him, pulling him to his feet. He watched, breathlessly, as you pulled his pants and boxers down his legs.

Then, you tugged him into the bathroom with you.

You stepped in to the shower first, letting the warm water run over your body. Carmy stared as the water rolled down your breasts, dripping off your nipples.

You noticed his hesitancy and pulled inside with you before closing the shower door.

“Look at you, baby. You made such a mess.” You said, looking down at his cock that was covered in his sticky seed.

“Let me clean up you.” You said, pulling him under the water and using your hand to rub him clean.

He swore in his head. He was already embarrassingly hard in your hand and ready for round two.

He leaned his head forward and rested it against your shoulder. “Don’t wanna to cum in your hand again.” He whispered against your skin.

You barely heard him over the sound of the water. “Where do you want to cum?” You asked him, softly stroking his cock.

“In you, please,” he was begging.

You pushed his shoulders, so he sat down on the tile seat in the shower. He watched you hungrily as you straddled his lap.

You held onto his cock, lining it up with your entrance. He grabbed your hips, bracing himself.

You sunk down onto his cock, watching as his eyes rolled back into his head. “Fuck, Carmy, you’re so big,” you swore. You moaned as he rolled your hips against his.

His nails sunk into your hips, afraid you’d disappear if he let go. You held onto his shoulders, bouncing up and down on his cock. Neither of you could stay silent. Carmy was whimpering and calling out your name. You were swearing under your breath.

“Feel that baby? How deep inside me you are? Making me feel so good,” you moaned as he brushed up against your g-spot.

Your praise gave him a new confidence. He leaned forward, wrapping his lips around one of your nipples— swirling his tongue around the hardened bud.

“So good, baby,” you moaned, cupping the back of his head. His other hand slid down between your legs, toying with your clit. You called out his name, letting your nails sink into his shoulders.

You sped up your pace, chasing your orgasm. Your stomach was in tight knots as he perfectly stretched you out. “I’m gonna cum, baby. You gonna cum with me?” You asked, encouraging him.

He nodded. He lifted his hips up, meeting your thrusts halfway. You both thrashed against each other, chasing your highs. You felt like you were seeing stars.

Your orgasm washed over you like a tsunami. You moaned Carmy’s name so loud, you were expecting a noise complaint from the hotel. Then, his hips bucked against yours, shooting ropes of cum into you— coating your walls.

“So good,” Carmy repeated your name like a prayer.

He met your lips in a kiss as you both came down from your highs. “I’m glad you came with me this weekend.” You mumbled against his lips.

“Yeah me too,” he mumbled breathlessly.

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[alisonsfics]

can you keep a secret

pairing: spy!henry cavill x spy!reader

summary: you and henry are both spies working for separate employers, making you both rivals. you both get sent on the same mission to bring in a high-value target. you both notice your hate-hate relationship start to morph into something else when you make out as an attempt to hide from security. neither of you are surprised when you end up in his room at the end of the night.

word count: 3.5k

warnings: smut, unprotected sex, hate fucking, dirty talk, enemies with benefits, minors DNI

Soft jazz music echoed around the room as the rich and powerful mingled— all with their own agendas.

You had your own agenda, granted it was probably very different from everyone there.

Your agenda? Track down Elias Waters, the tech billionaire. Your agency had received intel that he had arranged a meeting with a buyer at the gala to sell his latest creation.

Or blueprints of his latest creation.

It was all contained on a USB drive that he was carrying. Your job was to retrieve the USB drive before he could meet with the buyer.

Rich men all had one weakness— pretty women who feed into their egos.

You stayed around the outskirts of the crowd— skillfully scanning the room as you pretended to reapply your lipstick.

No sign of Waters yet.

Then, you caught the eye of a familiar man at the bar. His cool blue gaze found yours, as it had so many times before. He sent you a wink, raising his martini glass in your direction.

Henry Cavill.

The only other intelligence operative that could give you a run for your money. You both were the best of the best— but worked for different agencies.

Meaning, he was often your competition. He was cocky and stubborn— but also charming and charismatic, which made your job harder.

You did a final room scan and still didn’t see Waters. You started to walk across the room towards Henry. His eyes stayed glued to your dress as it softly swished from side to side while you walked.

“That’s a nice dress,” he complimented, his eyes still raking over you.

It was black, floor-length and clung to your frame like it was made just for you.

You grabbed his glass out of his hand, taking the last sip of his martini. You stared at him over the rim of the glass. “You nervous that you don’t stand a chance once Waters sees me in this dress?” You taunted.

“Maybe you should have spent more time doing research. Elias has a new girlfriend, fresh out of his divorce. Some young girl.” Henry whispered to you. He could threaten you any way he wanted, you still saw the way his pupils were blown out when looked at you.

“I think you underestimate me.” You replied, cocking your head to the side. Henry scoffed, flagging down the bartender and ordering two more martinis for you both.

“Is your only skill your sex appeal?” He asked. You leaned in closer to him. You watched as he shuddered as you readjusted his bow tie. “No, but it’s pretty damn effective.” You responded.

He didn’t know it, but you’d just spotted Waters over his shoulder.

The bartender appeared with your drinks. You handed one to Henry and grabbed the other. You started to walk around the bar— Henry’s gaze stayed glued on you the whole time.

You spotted an older woman at the bar, who wasn’t wearing a wedding ring. “Hi, excuse me, this is from my friend down the bar. His name is Leonard. He wanted me to tell you he thought you were beautiful.” You lied, handing her the drink and directing her gaze towards where Henry was standing.

He was just far enough away that he couldn’t hear you, but he sensed it was some kind of trap. The woman’s eyes went wide as she laid eyes on Henry— who was one of the most attractive men in the room.

The woman quickly sauntered over towards Henry, and then was dragging him towards the dance floor.

“Fuck you,” he mouthed to you as you walked past the dance floor.

You made your way over to where Elias Waters was standing and surveying the crowd.

“Mr. Waters? I really hate to interrupt you, but I’m such a big fan of your work. I’m doing my senior thesis on your new project. It’s just breathtaking work really. You’re a remarkable man.” You pretended to gush.

The man’s eyes rolled down your chest, staring at your cleavage. Girlfriend or not, this was still your magic dress.

You fingers brushed against his forearm affectionately. “Why don’t we go talk somewhere more private?” He asked, resting his hand on your back and guiding you to one of the sitting areas towards the back of the room.

He found a couch for you to both sit on. His eyes were glued to the slit in your dress as you sat down and some of your thigh was exposed.

“My organization is always interesting in support the minds of tomorrow. I’m sure we could reach some agreement to secure funding for you.” He said, with a playful wink. Now, it was time to play the part of the bashful young woman.

“In exchange for what? I’m afraid I don’t have much to offer.” You pretended to miss his drift. Suddenly, his hand was on your thigh, sneaking higher and higher up.

You knew the USB drive was in his jacket pocket, but you couldn’t get to it without him noticing. “I’m sure you can be of some assistance to me.” His grip on your leg tightened. His eyes had gone nearly black with lust.

His hand felt sweaty and disgusting on you. He glanced around, checking to see if anyone was watching you both. Then, he pulled off his jacket.

This was your chance.

He used his jacket to cover his lap and pulled your hand under the jacket.

Eww, did this asshole really think you were going to jerk him off in this room full of people.

You just had to find a way to reach into the pocket. You snuck your other hand under the jacket as well, unbuckling his belt.

As you went to move your other hand, you dipped your fingers into the satin pocket. You felt the USB drive against your fingertips.

Suddenly, Henry appeared in front of you. “Mr. Waters, what an honor it is to meet you.” Henry said, reaching forward to shake his hand. Elias jumped away from you, pulling his jacket with him.

You’d missed the USB drive by a millimeter. Neither you nor Henry was oblivious to the way Elias buckled his belt again under the safety of his jacket, before slipping his jacket back on. But, you both pretended to not notice.

“Me and Mr. Waters were actually just about to leave. We have some business to attend to.” You said, directing your gaze towards Elias. He seemed excited by your implication.

You’d gotten so close, and you weren’t going to let Henry screw this up for you. “Yes, that’s correct.” Elias said, slipping his arm around your waist.

Henry put his hand out to stop Elias. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you. I’ve heard rumors about her. She’ll promise you a good time, and you’ll have one. I’ve heard she’s phenomenal in bed, but you’re having less fun when you learn she recorded the whole thing. Then, she threatens to expose you unless you pay her.” Henry lied on the spot.

Elias retracted his arm from you— his face growing more concerned.

“How about you mind your fucking business?” You finally snapped at Henry. His eyes went wide at your sudden outburst. You both were usually a bit more covert about your feud, especially when you both were undercover.

“I’d like to see you make me.” He shot back. He was never one to let you have the last word.

While you both were busy yelling at each other, Elias slowly snuck away from you both. He didn’t want to get caught up in any of that mess.

Your volume kept increasing, drawing the attention of the security guards. You noticed a few of them starting to walk towards you both.

You beelined towards one of the back exits. “Oh, so you’re just leaving because you’re losing the fight?” Henry mocked you, following right behind you.

You ignored him, slipping into one of the employee hallways for caterers and such. The door slammed open as Henry followed.

“God, you’re so fucking annoying. Don’t fucking start a fight if you can’t finish it.” He yelled down the hallway at you.

“Security is following us, you dickhead. You want to maybe stop whining like a baby?” You flicked him off as you snapped at him.

“Oh shit,” he mumbled, increasing his pace as he jogged to catch up with you. He’d been so distracted by you that he hadn’t even noticed. Something about you made him feel rage throughout his entire body— and it’s all he could focus on.

The hallway came to a dead end, where you could either turn left or right.

You quickly turned right, but you heard Henry’s footsteps getting further away. You snapped your head around to see him going the opposite direction.

“Hey, you fucking idiot.” You grabbed his collar and pulled him towards you. He was about to swat you off of him, when you pulled him into a small broom closet.

“What’s your fucking plan now?” He yelled at you, cluelessly.

God, he hated you. Always acting like a know-it-all and getting him into messy situations. At least, he thought hatred was the word for the fire in his stomach when he saw you.

You looked around the room, hoping for something you could use. “They’ve got to be a few seconds behind us.” You said, grabbing his arms and tugging him towards the one empty wall.

You pressed your lips against his, backing up against the wall with a loud thud. He was in shock. He was hoping for a cover story that was a little bit more complex.

“Kiss me like you fucking mean it, not like a wet noodle,” you hissed at him. He groaned into the kiss as his hands grabbed your hips authoritatively. “How are they going to know we’re in this room?” He mumbled against your lips.

You pulled out of the kiss for a second, covering his mouth with your hand. “Oh, fuck me, baby,” you called out— your voice was whiny and high-pitched.

His pants started to feel tight, imagining for a second that you weren’t faking it.

He quickly kissed again— hungrily this time. You laced your fingers through his hair, tugging softly on the black curls.

The footsteps outside the door were getting closer. He cockily smirked against your lips, letting his hands slip down to cup your ass. You didn’t complain as he pressed his entire body into you.

Then, the door swung open.

You pulled out of the kiss. You quickly covered your face with your hands, pretending to be embarrassed. “Oh no, were we disturbing someone?” You asked, faking sympathy.

The security guard wasn’t sure what he was looking at. “We’re on our honeymoon. I’m sure you understand.” Henry lied. Your hands clung to his collar.

“This a restricted area. Just make sure to leave as soon as you’re…done.” The guard said, awkwardly backing out of the room and closing the door.

You instantly retracted your hands from Henry. “Gonna admit that I actually had a good idea? Or would that bruise your ego too much?” You asked, cocking your head to the side.

He scoffed, looking down at you. “If you’re full of such good ideas then I’m sure you got the USB drive.” He said, knowing full well that you didn’t. You huffed, crossing your arms.

You didn’t know what it was about Henry that made you want to pull his hair out.

“I was about to, until you came over and interrupted.” You snapped back. He just chuckled and rolled his eyes— he was always condescending.

“You were about to arrested for indecent exposure. The security guards were aware of the secret little handjob you were about to give Elias Waters. I interrupted to save your ass.” He corrected you.

Had he really been protecting you?

“Am I supposed to be honored? If I got arrested, they’d know there were agents at the gala. They’d recheck everyone’s identifications and you’d be screwed as well. Don’t play the hero card, it doesn’t suit you.” You said.

He was at a loss for words. He glared down at you.

“You know, you can take your hands off my ass now.” You brought his attention to the fact that he still had his hands cupping your ass.

For a split second, there was a break in Henry’s facade. For a split second you saw the embarrassment on his face— for once, a real emotion. Not some fabricated bullshit.

“Oh, fuck you,” he said, pulling away from you and walking to the other side of the closet.

He stood directly across from you, staring daggers into your soul. “How long you think we have to wait in here?” He finally broke the silence.

“Well they think you’re fucking me, so we have to make it believable. You normally last…what? Five minutes? Or is that an overestimate?” You asked, your voice was laced with contempt.

He clenched his fists at his sides. He loathed the way you tore him to shreds, all while using a sweet innocent voice.

“Wouldn’t you like to know,” he said, letting your imagination soar. Henry knew you were just saying it to wind him up— but it worked every time. You knew just how to push his buttons.

“If you fuck like you kiss, I’d rather not know actually.” You lied. His blood was boiling. You actually enjoyed watching how easy it was to get under his skin.

“You’re a fucking bitch.” He swore, licking his lips.

“And you’re a dick, what else is new? I’ve never claimed to play well with others.” You snapped.

“Whatever. I’m going to back to the motel. I’ve had enough of your shit for tonight. Now, I have to go tell my boss that you’re the reason we lost the USB drive.” He said, shoving past you and storming out the door.

You couldn’t stand him. But why did your mind keep replaying the way his tongue had slipped into your mouth?

After doing another scan for Elias, you headed back to your motel— the same motel Henry was staying at. Agencies had a habit of booking the shittiest accommodations available.

Your agency had also told you where he was staying. You both showed up to so many of the same missions that you were forced to keep tabs on each other.

So, that was why you knew Henry was currently sitting in room 429 at the motel. And why you beelined there instead of your own room.

You slid a paper clip into the lock, effortlessly unlocking it and slipping inside.

Henry was sitting on the side of the bed— looking disheveled. He’d ditched his suit jacket and bow tie. And the first three buttons of his dress shirt were undone, exposing his chest to you.

“So, we’re not even fucking knocking now?” He questioned as his eyes met yours.

You didn’t respond. Instead, you crossed the room, standing right in front of him. You stared down at him.

You found yourself debating what you were doing in his room at all. That little voice in the back of your head had won you over. The logical part of your brain was screaming at you.

“Can I help you?” Henry asked, sarcastically. He could feel the excitement bubbling in his chest at the sight of you, but he didn’t know why.

“Can you keep a secret?” Your voice came out just above a whisper. It was a startling difference to the way you’d been screaming at Henry earlier in the night.

“Kinda do it for a living, sweetheart.” Henry responded, the pet name sounding malicious as it rolled off his tongue.

It was now or never.

You straddled his lap and then your mouth was on his. The kiss was hungry and urgent— like if you waited any longer, you’d lose the courage. He didn’t waste any time kissing you back.

Kissing you soothed that fire that he felt in his belly.

You ran your fingers through his hair, roughly tugging on it. He groaned against the kiss. His hands found their place on your hips, digging his nails in so hard that he’d leave bruises.

He was tired of seeing you flirt with powerful men. He knew it didn’t mean anything but he didn’t want anyone else’s hands on you except his.

You were an enigma that confused Henry. Because why did he hate your guts but also have such a strong urge to rearrange them?

You hastily unbuttoned the rest of Henry’s shirt, pushing it off his shoulders. His hands found the zipper behind your back, unzipping it without breaking the kiss.

You climbed off his lap for a second, so you could step out of your dress and let it fall to the floor.

A tent started to form in his pants as he took in your lacy black bra and panty set. “How dare you look this fucking good while being such a pain in my ass?” He groaned as he bit down on his bottom lip.

You took another step towards him. You noticed him starting to breathe faster. You felt powerful standing in front of him like that— knowing you had him in the palm of your hand.

You rested your forearms on his bare shoulders. The way his muscles flexed underneath you made you squeeze your thighs together. “If I’m so insufferable, I can leave.” You whispered, taunting him.

“Don’t you fucking dare.” He growled. He flipped you onto the bed, crawling on top of you.

His mouth melded against yours, letting his teeth graze your bottom lip. There was no gentleness or hesitancy in his touch— just pure unconfined hunger.

His calloused fingers ran up and down your stomach, hooking into your panties and ripping them off your body. Your bra was next as his hand swiftly snuck behind your back.

You propped yourself up on your elbows, watching as he hurriedly undid his belt and kicked off his pants and boxers.

“You can pretend you hate me, but I see how hard your dick is and I know you had a hard on when I kissed you in the closet.” You teased, as you waited for him to touch you.

You’d say anything if it meant you’d rile him up and get him on top of you.

“Gonna teach you how to fucking behave,” Henry snapped, shoving your legs apart. His fingers dug into your hips, lining up his cock with your entrance. Your mouth fell open as he buried his cock inside you.

A needy moan fell from your lips. “Look at you falling apart on my cock.” He teased you. You grasped at the sheets, balling them up in your hands. He sped up his pace, pounding into you. His entire weight pushed into your body with every thrust— fucking you into the mattress.

He nipped at your earlobe, earning a squeal from you. His lips ghosted over your ear, deep grunts falling from his lips.

Henry could pretend to hate you all day long, but he couldn’t pretend that the way you were squeezing him was anything less than heavenly.

“Such a fucking tight little cunt— so greedy. Taking me so well,” he grunted.

The way Henry fucked you was primal— like he’d had to keep his hands off of you for too long. And all the long nights of seeing you undercover at galas in dresses that perfectly fit your body was catching up to him

You wrapped your legs around his waist, letting him push deeper inside you. His cock rubbed against your clit, making you gasp. “Right there, oh fuck,” you threw your head back against the pillow.

He braced his hand on the headboard, using it as leverage. The bed creaked under the force of his thrusts. You couldn’t hear the sound of the wood cracking over the slick sound of his cock slamming into you.

You scratched your nails down his back. He groaned under your touch. “You gonna cum? You gonna drench my cock?” He asked, sensing that you were close.

The bed banged against the wall. If that hadn’t alerted your neighbors, the loud moans falling out of both of you did. “God, oh fuck, need to cum, need it,” you begged him.

He slammed his sweaty hips into yours. The coil in your stomach burst. You screamed out his name. He grabbed your hips pulling you up into his cock, using your body like a toy. He stilled his hips, thrusting you on and off his cock.

The overstimulation made your vision go white. “Fuck, Hen— it’s…too much,” you cried out. He grunted in your ear before his hips snapped against yours and his seed came spilling out.

He collapsed against you, dick still shoved inside you. Neither of you had the energy to move.

“You might be an asshole, but god, you know how to fuck.” You panted, running your hand up and down his bicep.

“You ready for another round or do you need a minute?” He teased. You both knew you were in trouble with your bosses for losing the USB drive, but inside those four grungy walls, you could ignore that problem.

When the night was over, there wasn’t a single surface in that room that Henry hadn’t fucked you on.

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the art of collaboration

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the art of collaboration

pairing: bucky barnes x reader x john walker (winter agent x reader)

summary: bucky and walker couldn’t stand each other, and that was before they both starting competing for your affection. you remind them that there’s much more productive ways to get their energy out.

word count: 4k

warnings: smut, unprotected sex, threesome, oral sex (f recieving), fingering, double penetration sex, anal, bucky reader and bucky have a past as fwb, lots of jealousy, dirty talk, mini praise kink, minors DNI

All of it echoed in your mind. Your friends yelling at you, trying to get your attention. The blade that sliced your arm. And then the detonation. It was all a blur after that.

It was your fault.

You and the rest of the team were sent on a mission— it was all very standard. There was a covert science team running illegal experiments. The team’s task was to bring in the leaders and retrieve all the data from the experiments. The data had crucial details about different buyers and sellers who’d helped keep the experiments running.

Everything was going according to plan— until it wasn’t. The rest of the team got caught in a cage that fell from the ceiling because you accidentally stepped on a pressure plate.

You didn’t even see the lead scientist sneak up behind you until he sliced your arm with a dagger. He snuck away and hit a detonate button on the way out.

It was only because of your friends that you all made it out alive.

They could’ve died. And their blood would be on your hands.

You were now sat towards the back of the jet, away from all the others. They weren’t mad at you, but you felt guilty and embarrassed.

Bucky was the first to come over to try to comfort you. You and Bucky had a long history.

Steve introduced you both after the Sokovia Accords incident, where you were both labeled enemies of the state.

You, Steve, Bucky, and Nat had been on the run together. Long nights with Bucky turned into long conversations which led to a growing bond. You both confided in each other— both of you having dark pasts.

Then, one night that friendship turned into something else. Steve and Nat had gone to fetch resources, leaving you and Bucky alone at the abandoned house you were all staying in.

Bucky accidentally walked in on you changing, but when he turned around to leave, you pulled him back towards you. It was fueled by loneliness. You both wanted to feel wanted by someone— even just for one night.

It became way more than a one night thing.

Neither of you wanted to ruin your friendship, so you suggested being friends with benefits. The last remaining bit of 1940s morals that Bucky had were in shock. After his shock wore off, he agreed.

You both only called things off after the battle against Thanos.

Neither of you had even brought it up since joining the Thunderbolts.

Bucky sat down beside you. “You can’t beat yourself up for what happened.” He told you, softly. You shook your head. “Buck, it was all my fault. I did everything wrong. What if you had gotten hurt or died? That would be on me, nobody else.” You argued.

He hesitantly took your hand in his. He leaned in closer to you, so no one would overhear him. “You once told me that when you looked at me, you didn’t see my mistakes. You said my heart spoke louder than my mistakes. I look at you the same way.” He told you, genuinely.

His words brought tears to your eyes. You leaned your head onto his shoulder. “I don’t know what I would have done if I lost you, Bucky.” You admitted. He pressed a gentle kiss to the top of your head. He was one of the few constants in your life.

“I can’t care this much. It put the team at risk. I can’t be so worried about your safety that I put the entire team in jeopardy.” You told him, pulling away from his touch. He went back to join the others, knowing you needed your space.

“Keep it in your pants, Barnes. She’s distraught. Now is not the time to make a move.” John scoffed at him. It wasn’t the first time they’d fought over you. Bucky gave him a quick jab in the ribs before returning to his book.

When you all landed at the tower, you went straight to your bedroom. You wanted to be alone, little did you know that John was hot on your trail.

He caught your bedroom door before you closed it. “Wait up,” he called, closing your door behind him.

You spun around. “What’re you doing here?” You asked, wiping away the tears that had been on your cheeks moments earlier.

“I wanted to check on you.” He said, closing the distance between the two of you. He wrapped his arms around you, enveloping you in a hug. You felt yourself lean into his touch as you broke down sobbing.

He squeezed you tighter. He hated seeing you upset. He hadn’t known you for very long, but he found himself thinking about you more often.

He softly stroked your hair, trying to bring you any comfort he could. “Let’s get you cleaned up, princess.” He murmured into your hair.

He felt his heart melt when you pulled away and he saw your red eyes. He cupped your cheeks, wiping away your tears.

You sat down onto your bed, while he made his way over to your dresser. He grabbed a pair of sweatpants and tshirt for you. It was the first time you’d gotten to see John be this caring. It was easy to imagine him as a romantic partner or a dad.

He kneeled in front of you, taking off your combat boots. He moved onto the zipper of your suit, unzipping it all the way. He pulled down your suit, until you were left in a black bra and panties.

He ignored the part of his brain that had always dreamed of seeing you like this. It wasn’t time for that. And that wasn’t why he was helping you. He was comforting you because he cared about you.

He closely examined the cut on your arm. “It really fucking stings,” you hissed.

“I’ll clean it up.” He said, grabbing the medical supplies he knew were in your bathroom. He cleaned and bandaged your arm with a gentleness that was a direct contrast to his strength as a super soldier.

“There we go, princess. I’ll even kiss it better,” he said, pressing a chaste kiss against the bandage. You surprised yourself when you giggled at the gesture. That laugh was melodic to John’s ears.

He quickly helped you get dressed into the clothes he’d grabbed. “Do you need me to grab you anything else, princess?” He asked stroking some of your hair behind your ear.

“Stay with me?” You asked him, softly. The frailty he heard in your voice could make him give in to every one of your desires.

He nodded, giving you a soft smile. “I’ll go to my room and get changed out of my gear. Then, I’ll be right back. I promise.” He kissed the back of your hand before leaving.

You curled up under the duvet, trying to ignore the flashbacks to the mission that kept popping into your head. You turned a movie on, so you could quiet the voices in your head.

A few minutes later, there was a knock at the door. “Come in,” you replied, softly.

John snuck into your room, wearing a tight black shirt and grey sweatpants. You definitely took notice.

He lifted up the duvet and crawled in beside you. His body was practically radiating heat. You curled into his touch, resting your head on his chest.

“You look so pretty like this.” He said, weaving his fingers through your hair and scratching your scalp. You hummed, contently. “You like that?” He asked you, softly.

You nodded, caressing his chest with your fingers. “Don’t stop. It feels so nice.” You told him.

You both focused on the movie, enjoying the other’s company. You pulled yourself closer to him, throwing one of your legs over his hip. He tried to fight the smirk on his face.

He grasped at the back of your thigh, letting his hand slowly dip down to rest on your ass. He waited to see if you’d pull away. You didn’t. In fact, he thought he saw a smile on your face.

He swore under his breath when his phone dinged beside him.

A text from Yelena popped up: “You need to do your debrief mission report. I don’t make the rules.”

“Ahh fuck, princess. I have to fill out a stupid report really quick, but I’ll come right back. You be okay without me?” He asked.

You nodded. “Go ahead. You know where to find me.” You replied.

A few seconds after he left, there was a quick knock at the door. That was fast, John. “Come in,” you said.

You were surprised to see Bucky standing in your room. You pulled yourself up into a sitting position. “What’re you doing here?” You asked him. Your shock was written all over your face.

It brought back too many memories of Bucky sneaking into your room late at night.

“I didn’t want you to be alone.” He said, gently. He stood still— waiting for any sign from you to proceed. You didn’t have the heart to tell him you hadn’t been alone.

Then, you saw the mischievous glint in his eye. You didn’t know how but you knew he knew you hadn’t been alone.

“I really don’t want to talk about the mission anymore.” You told him, honestly.

“That’s okay, sweets. Whatever you need.” He said, walking around to the other side of the bed. He grabbed two phones and his wallet out of his pocket and set them on the beside table.

“Is that Yelena's phone?” You asked, recognized the sparkly navy blue phone case.

“Maybe,” he winked, shrugging at you. You were left stunned as you realized he sent the message to get John away. He sat down onto the mattress beside you. “Why do you both get on each other’s nerves so much?” You asked him, curiously.

Bucky and John were always butting heads, but it was starting to become more frequent. And most of the time, their arguments were centered around you— who got to sit next to you at dinner, who got to train with you, etc.

“I hate watching him drool over you, sweets.” He almost growled. Just the mental image of how John stared at you when you entered a room was enough to send a chill down Bucky’s spine.

Before you knew it, Bucky’s hands were on your back. His large fingers massaged your muscles the way he knew you loved. Old habits kicked in as he perfectly kneaded the knots in your back.

You whimpered, arching your back. “Still know you better than anyone, sweets,” he whispered into your ear. His breath against the back of your neck made goosebumps appear down your arms.

He leaned forward, pressing a kiss against the base of your throat. He slowly moved up, peppering soft kisses on your neck and collarbone.

The kisses turned sloppier. “Bucky, what’re you doing?” Your breath hitched in your throat. He waited a minute before responding. He left wet kisses all over your skin.

“Just trying to make you feel better,” he said simply. He still knew your body like the back of his hand. He started sucking on the skin behind your ear— knowing it would make you squirm and lean into him.

Your breaths came out light and airy. “Missed you,” you mumbled, reminiscing.

The door to your room swung open, revealing John. His eyes widened as he took in the scene before him. Your eyes softly closed as Bucky worked on giving you a hickey.

“Come on, Barnes. This is just desperate.” John scoffed, causing the two of you to jump apart.

“Oh look, Walker here to ruin the day, just on schedule.” Bucky rolled his eyes. Bucky got up from spot next to you, going toe to toe with John.

“Move on, old man. She doesn’t want someone like you.” John taunted. The only reaction he got out of Bucky was a chuckle— a chuckle that let John know he only knew the half of it.

“Really? Cause we have ten years of history that disagree.” Bucky said, winking over at you. John’s hand curled into a ball. He glanced over at you. From the look on your face, he knew Bucky wasn’t bluffing.

“Well you clearly weren’t leaving her satisfied enough if she came to me. Don’t worry, princess. I know how to take care of you.” John responded.

The two were scowling at each other, and you wondered how long you had until one of them chose violence.

“What if I want you both?” Your voice came out small and weak. Their necks both snapped as they quickly looked over at you. They looked like their eyes were going to pop out of their sockets. “What do you mean, sweets?” Bucky asked.

He wanted to make sure that this was really what you wanted before he went any further. “I’m so tired of being the logical one all the time. I just want to be selfish for once and do something that feels good.” You explained, pulling your hair into a ponytail.

Bucky and John both looked at each other— there was an unspoken agreement. Their feud? Didn’t matter right now. You needed them, and that was all they cared about.

“You want the two of us to take care of you, princess?” John asked, slotting himself behind you on the bed. He raked his hands down your sides, playfully squeezing your hips.

His fingers found the hem of your tshirt and started to tug it over your head. Bucky grabbed the waistband of your sweatpants, slowly pulling them down your legs. They both didn’t waste any time stripping down to their boxers, letting the rest of their clothes land in the pile on the floor.

Bucky kneeled on the mattress in front of you. He noticed the way your thighs clenched together as you looked at him. “You gonna let me see how wet you are?” He asked you. You quickly nodded your head, biting down on your lip.

It was all too natural for Bucky to jump back into this setting. There was something familiar but also new about it.

He hooked his fingers in your panties and tore them off your legs. “Oh, fuck. You’re dripping, sweets. All this from the thought of two super soldiers fucking you.” Bucky groaned.

“I can smell you from here. You smell so sweet, princess. You gonna give Bucky a taste?” John whispered in your ear.

“Please, Bucky,” you begged him.

John sat down with his back against the headboard, slowing spreading his legs and pulling you to sit with your back against his chest. Bucky crawled up between your legs.

There was a popping sound as John unclasped your bra and threw it onto the floor. His hands roughly reached forward and grabbed your breasts. You whined, letting your eyes flutter shut.

You felt Bucky throw your legs over his shoulders as he licked a thick stripe through your folds. You squirmed against Bucky's tongue, high-pitched moans leaving your lips.

John softly pinched your nipples, making a jolt run through your body. “Right there, Buck, please,” you whimpered as Bucky’s nose rubbed against your clit.

Your hands flew down to John’s bare thighs, sinking your fingers into the meaty flesh. Your nails left little crescent indents. “Look so pretty squirming like this,” John praised you in your ear. Bucky shared a similar sentiment, so he sped up his pace.

John loved feeling the way your back arched against him. There was no space between the two of you.

Bucky drew figure eights on your clit with his tongue. Every time you squirmed, he tightened his grip your thighs.

Every inch of your skin was on fire. Every touch from the men seared into your skin and your memory.

Your stomach felt tight as Bucky swirled his tongue around your clit. You called out his name, one of your hands flying down to grab onto Bucky’s hair. You held his head still, grinding down against him.

A mix of a groan and moan left his lips— the soft vibration made your belly tingle. Bucky always loved when you manhandled him when he was going down on you.

You clenched your thighs around Bucky’s head, feeling the room start to spin. “Gotta keep these wide open,” John said, grabbing onto your thighs and pulling them apart as far as he could.

The feeling of Bucky’s mouth on you was too much for you to handle. You kept one hand wrapped up in Bucky’s hair, while your other hand snuck back and cupped the back of John’s head. You were clinging to them both like you needed them to live.

“Go ahead, princess. You can do it, cum for us.” John coaxed you, placing kisses along your shoulder blades.

John’s touch was soft and gentle— pulling you back down to earth. While Bucky’s touch was hungry and electric, and made you soar.

Your breathing quickened, tightening your grip on both the men. “I’m gonna, oh— fuck, baby,” you screamed.

Your high hit you all at once. John kept your thighs spread for Bucky, allowing him to press kisses against your clit while you gasped for air. You threw your head back against John’s shoulder.

“So fucking beautiful,” Bucky swore when he finally came up for air.

He leaned towards you, kissing you gently as you recovered from your orgasm. You tasted yourself on his lips. It made you hungry for more.

You reached backwards, grasping for John’s shoulders. “You want to have John fuck you now? Want him to fill you up really good?” Bucky teased you.

The wind was knocked out of you— and your body was exhausted. Both from the long mission earlier in the day and from Bucky’s mouth.

“So tired, but I need you so bad, John.” You guided his fingers towards the slickness between your legs.

He swore under his breath when he felt your arousal soak his fingers. “Don’t worry, princess. I’ll do all the work— gonna fill up this pretty cunt.” He told you.

Bucky moved to the end of the bed, slipping his hand into his boxers as he watched you both. Watching you with someone else meant Bucky didn’t miss a second of seeing you come undone.

John laid you down on your side and then laid himself down in front of you. He saw the fatigue in your eyes, but also saw the neediness.

He roughly grabbed your top leg and hooked it over his hips. “You need my cock so bad, you’re gonna let me fuck you sideways, princess?” He asked.

You eagerly nodded your head. “Please, John. Fill me up,” you were begging him.

“Fill you up with what, honey? You want my fingers?” He teased you. He knew damn well exactly what you needed. He pushed two fingers into you, softly pumping them in and out of you.

You whimpered as he curled his fingers inside of you. “It’s not enough, John. I need your cock, please. Need to feel you,” you said, reaching down and palming him through his boxers.

“Fuck, princess,” he groaned. The sight of you begging for him was too much. He rutted his hips against your hand.

Quickly shedding his boxers, John lined his cock up with your leaking entrance. He practically groaned just imagining how easily he’d be able to slip into you.

“Oh, wait a minute. You have any condoms in here?” John asked you. Every second he waited without being inside you was painful. “Second drawer, right side,” Bucky mumbled, gesturing towards the bedside table.

Bucky groaned as John rummaged through the drawer. Bucky tightened his grip on his cock, letting his eyes linger on the arousal that was coating the inside of your thighs.

“How do you know…?” John’s brain started to fill in the rest.

“Old habits, remember,” Bucky teased.

“Grab two,” you mumbled, breathlessly. They both froze. You grabbed Bucky’s hand and pulled him towards you. “You gonna take us both, sweets? You need two super soldiers to feel full?” Bucky asked. His shock was written all over his face.

He nestled himself behind you, grabbing your hips greedily. They both quickly slipped on the condoms, not wanting to wait any longer. “Don’t worry, we’ll start gentle.” Bucky whispered into your ear.

John hooked your leg around his hip again, prodding your entrance with his cock. You sunk your teeth into his shoulder as he pushed through your folds slowly. “Fuck, you feel so tight, princess.” He groaned.

He only pushed half his cock inside of you, letting you adjust to his size. Then, you felt Bucky’s hand on your hip, possessively. He pushed you towards John. It felt like you were splitting you open as John bottomed out, his hips rubbing flush against yours.

John let out a choked moan. You couldn’t even adjust to the feeling before you felt Bucky’s cock plunging into you. You swore under your breath.

You felt such a fullness that you couldn’t even move. “Just a second, oh god,” you moaned, clinging to John’s shoulders.

Your skin was on fire. You were sandwiched between the two men that towered over you. John pressed up against your chest and Bucky shoved against your back.

The heat radiating off their skin made it hard to focus. Bucky wrapped his metal arm around your waist, holding his hand against your stomach. The cold sting of the metal provided a perfect relief.

“Can feel how full you are, sweets,” Bucky said, feeling the pressure in your abdomen with his hand.

Bucky wished you could see how good you looked being stuffed full by both men. He pressed kisses down your throat and onto your shoulder. “You’re takin’ us so well, princess. You ready for us to move?” John asked gently.

John started thrusting into you first, with Bucky not far behind him. “Shit, princess. Keep squeezing my cock like this, and I’m not gonna last very long.” John swore.

Then, they found a rhythm, both of them snapping their hips into you at the same time. “You wanna make her cum, Walker? Talk dirty to her,” Bucky instructed, remembering the trick he’d learned a long time ago.

John noticed the way your eyes shot open, questioning if you heard him right. That assured him that Bucky was telling the truth. “Wouldn’t expect that from a sweet little thing like you, princess? Is Bucky telling the truth?” John asked, tightened his grip on you as he kept pounding into you.

“Uh huh,” you tried to respond as your mouth hung open. Your brain couldn’t focus on anything besides the way they were thrusting into you with super soldier pace.

The noises coming from where their bodies met yours were pornographic. “Look at that, princess. You’re coating my cock so well. Feels like your tight little cunt is made for me— squeezing me so perfect.” He moaned, rocking his hips against yours.

“Didn’t know you liked it so dirty, sweets. It’s not even enough for you to have one of us. You need to have all your holes filled?” Bucky coaxed. Bucky knew you were close from the way you were panting.

A wave of pleasure washed over you as the base of John’s cock brushed up against his clit. When he did it again, you knew it wasn’t accidental.

“I want to cum,” you begged them.

“Go ahead, princess. Cum for us.” John instructed. The room started spinning. You were too full— too full to handle. Deep grunts came from both the men.

Your orgasm hit you. “Oh shit… I’m—” you gasped.

“Me too, sweets,” Bucky panted in your ear, shooting hot ropes into the condom.

Bucky's thrusts slowed down as John continued pounding into you, chasing his own high. “Come on, John, sweetie. Cum for me,” you praised him.

“Oh, fuck,” he grunted, his thrusts faltering as he came.

They both coaxed you down from your high. Bucky’s cold metal fingers tracing down your back, following your spine. John caressed your thigh, which was still haphazardly thrown over his hip.

“So pretty when you cum, princess,” John whispered, kissing your cheek.

“I agree, sweets. You did such a good job takin’ us so well.” Bucky praised you as well.

Their sweaty bodies clung to yours. “Fuck, I need a shower.” You panted.

“Would you like some company? Room for two maybe?” Bucky whispered in your ear. You knew you were in for a long night.

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[alisonsfics]

the art of collaboration

pairing: bucky barnes x reader x john walker (winter agent x reader)

summary: bucky and walker couldn’t stand each other, and that was before they both starting competing for your affection. you remind them that there’s much more productive ways to get their energy out.

word count: 4k

warnings: smut, unprotected sex, threesome, oral sex (f recieving), fingering, double penetration sex, anal, bucky reader and bucky have a past as fwb, lots of jealousy, dirty talk, mini praise kink, minors DNI

All of it echoed in your mind. Your friends yelling at you, trying to get your attention. The blade that sliced your arm. And then the detonation. It was all a blur after that.

It was your fault.

You and the rest of the team were sent on a mission— it was all very standard. There was a covert science team running illegal experiments. The team’s task was to bring in the leaders and retrieve all the data from the experiments. The data had crucial details about different buyers and sellers who’d helped keep the experiments running.

Everything was going according to plan— until it wasn’t. The rest of the team got caught in a cage that fell from the ceiling because you accidentally stepped on a pressure plate.

You didn’t even see the lead scientist sneak up behind you until he sliced your arm with a dagger. He snuck away and hit a detonate button on the way out.

It was only because of your friends that you all made it out alive.

They could’ve died. And their blood would be on your hands.

You were now sat towards the back of the jet, away from all the others. They weren’t mad at you, but you felt guilty and embarrassed.

Bucky was the first to come over to try to comfort you. You and Bucky had a long history.

Steve introduced you both after the Sokovia Accords incident, where you were both labeled enemies of the state.

You, Steve, Bucky, and Nat had been on the run together. Long nights with Bucky turned into long conversations which led to a growing bond. You both confided in each other— both of you having dark pasts.

Then, one night that friendship turned into something else. Steve and Nat had gone to fetch resources, leaving you and Bucky alone at the abandoned house you were all staying in.

Bucky accidentally walked in on you changing, but when he turned around to leave, you pulled him back towards you. It was fueled by loneliness. You both wanted to feel wanted by someone— even just for one night.

It became way more than a one night thing.

Neither of you wanted to ruin your friendship, so you suggested being friends with benefits. The last remaining bit of 1940s morals that Bucky had were in shock. After his shock wore off, he agreed.

You both only called things off after the battle against Thanos.

Neither of you had even brought it up since joining the Thunderbolts.

Bucky sat down beside you. “You can’t beat yourself up for what happened.” He told you, softly. You shook your head. “Buck, it was all my fault. I did everything wrong. What if you had gotten hurt or died? That would be on me, nobody else.” You argued.

He hesitantly took your hand in his. He leaned in closer to you, so no one would overhear him. “You once told me that when you looked at me, you didn’t see my mistakes. You said my heart spoke louder than my mistakes. I look at you the same way.” He told you, genuinely.

His words brought tears to your eyes. You leaned your head onto his shoulder. “I don’t know what I would have done if I lost you, Bucky.” You admitted. He pressed a gentle kiss to the top of your head. He was one of the few constants in your life.

“I can’t care this much. It put the team at risk. I can’t be so worried about your safety that I put the entire team in jeopardy.” You told him, pulling away from his touch. He went back to join the others, knowing you needed your space.

“Keep it in your pants, Barnes. She’s distraught. Now is not the time to make a move.” John scoffed at him. It wasn’t the first time they’d fought over you. Bucky gave him a quick jab in the ribs before returning to his book.

When you all landed at the tower, you went straight to your bedroom. You wanted to be alone, little did you know that John was hot on your trail.

He caught your bedroom door before you closed it. “Wait up,” he called, closing your door behind him.

You spun around. “What’re you doing here?” You asked, wiping away the tears that had been on your cheeks moments earlier.

“I wanted to check on you.” He said, closing the distance between the two of you. He wrapped his arms around you, enveloping you in a hug. You felt yourself lean into his touch as you broke down sobbing.

He squeezed you tighter. He hated seeing you upset. He hadn’t known you for very long, but he found himself thinking about you more often.

He softly stroked your hair, trying to bring you any comfort he could. “Let’s get you cleaned up, princess.” He murmured into your hair.

He felt his heart melt when you pulled away and he saw your red eyes. He cupped your cheeks, wiping away your tears.

You sat down onto your bed, while he made his way over to your dresser. He grabbed a pair of sweatpants and tshirt for you. It was the first time you’d gotten to see John be this caring. It was easy to imagine him as a romantic partner or a dad.

He kneeled in front of you, taking off your combat boots. He moved onto the zipper of your suit, unzipping it all the way. He pulled down your suit, until you were left in a black bra and panties.

He ignored the part of his brain that had always dreamed of seeing you like this. It wasn’t time for that. And that wasn’t why he was helping you. He was comforting you because he cared about you.

He closely examined the cut on your arm. “It really fucking stings,” you hissed.

“I’ll clean it up.” He said, grabbing the medical supplies he knew were in your bathroom. He cleaned and bandaged your arm with a gentleness that was a direct contrast to his strength as a super soldier.

“There we go, princess. I’ll even kiss it better,” he said, pressing a chaste kiss against the bandage. You surprised yourself when you giggled at the gesture. That laugh was melodic to John’s ears.

He quickly helped you get dressed into the clothes he’d grabbed. “Do you need me to grab you anything else, princess?” He asked stroking some of your hair behind your ear.

“Stay with me?” You asked him, softly. The frailty he heard in your voice could make him give in to every one of your desires.

He nodded, giving you a soft smile. “I’ll go to my room and get changed out of my gear. Then, I’ll be right back. I promise.” He kissed the back of your hand before leaving.

You curled up under the duvet, trying to ignore the flashbacks to the mission that kept popping into your head. You turned a movie on, so you could quiet the voices in your head.

A few minutes later, there was a knock at the door. “Come in,” you replied, softly.

John snuck into your room, wearing a tight black shirt and grey sweatpants. You definitely took notice.

He lifted up the duvet and crawled in beside you. His body was practically radiating heat. You curled into his touch, resting your head on his chest.

“You look so pretty like this.” He said, weaving his fingers through your hair and scratching your scalp. You hummed, contently. “You like that?” He asked you, softly.

You nodded, caressing his chest with your fingers. “Don’t stop. It feels so nice.” You told him.

You both focused on the movie, enjoying the other’s company. You pulled yourself closer to him, throwing one of your legs over his hip. He tried to fight the smirk on his face.

He grasped at the back of your thigh, letting his hand slowly dip down to rest on your ass. He waited to see if you’d pull away. You didn’t. In fact, he thought he saw a smile on your face.

He swore under his breath when his phone dinged beside him.

A text from Yelena popped up: “You need to do your debrief mission report. I don’t make the rules.”

“Ahh fuck, princess. I have to fill out a stupid report really quick, but I’ll come right back. You be okay without me?” He asked.

You nodded. “Go ahead. You know where to find me.” You replied.

A few seconds after he left, there was a quick knock at the door. That was fast, John. “Come in,” you said.

You were surprised to see Bucky standing in your room. You pulled yourself up into a sitting position. “What’re you doing here?” You asked him. Your shock was written all over your face.

It brought back too many memories of Bucky sneaking into your room late at night.

“I didn’t want you to be alone.” He said, gently. He stood still— waiting for any sign from you to proceed. You didn’t have the heart to tell him you hadn’t been alone.

Then, you saw the mischievous glint in his eye. You didn’t know how but you knew he knew you hadn’t been alone.

“I really don’t want to talk about the mission anymore.” You told him, honestly.

“That’s okay, sweets. Whatever you need.” He said, walking around to the other side of the bed. He grabbed two phones and his wallet out of his pocket and set them on the beside table.

“Is that Yelena's phone?” You asked, recognized the sparkly navy blue phone case.

“Maybe,” he winked, shrugging at you. You were left stunned as you realized he sent the message to get John away. He sat down onto the mattress beside you. “Why do you both get on each other’s nerves so much?” You asked him, curiously.

Bucky and John were always butting heads, but it was starting to become more frequent. And most of the time, their arguments were centered around you— who got to sit next to you at dinner, who got to train with you, etc.

“I hate watching him drool over you, sweets.” He almost growled. Just the mental image of how John stared at you when you entered a room was enough to send a chill down Bucky’s spine.

Before you knew it, Bucky’s hands were on your back. His large fingers massaged your muscles the way he knew you loved. Old habits kicked in as he perfectly kneaded the knots in your back.

You whimpered, arching your back. “Still know you better than anyone, sweets,” he whispered into your ear. His breath against the back of your neck made goosebumps appear down your arms.

He leaned forward, pressing a kiss against the base of your throat. He slowly moved up, peppering soft kisses on your neck and collarbone.

The kisses turned sloppier. “Bucky, what’re you doing?” Your breath hitched in your throat. He waited a minute before responding. He left wet kisses all over your skin.

“Just trying to make you feel better,” he said simply. He still knew your body like the back of his hand. He started sucking on the skin behind your ear— knowing it would make you squirm and lean into him.

Your breaths came out light and airy. “Missed you,” you mumbled, reminiscing.

The door to your room swung open, revealing John. His eyes widened as he took in the scene before him. Your eyes softly closed as Bucky worked on giving you a hickey.

“Come on, Barnes. This is just desperate.” John scoffed, causing the two of you to jump apart.

“Oh look, Walker here to ruin the day, just on schedule.” Bucky rolled his eyes. Bucky got up from spot next to you, going toe to toe with John.

“Move on, old man. She doesn’t want someone like you.” John taunted. The only reaction he got out of Bucky was a chuckle— a chuckle that let John know he only knew the half of it.

“Really? Cause we have ten years of history that disagree.” Bucky said, winking over at you. John’s hand curled into a ball. He glanced over at you. From the look on your face, he knew Bucky wasn’t bluffing.

“Well you clearly weren’t leaving her satisfied enough if she came to me. Don’t worry, princess. I know how to take care of you.” John responded.

The two were scowling at each other, and you wondered how long you had until one of them chose violence.

“What if I want you both?” Your voice came out small and weak. Their necks both snapped as they quickly looked over at you. They looked like their eyes were going to pop out of their sockets. “What do you mean, sweets?” Bucky asked.

He wanted to make sure that this was really what you wanted before he went any further. “I’m so tired of being the logical one all the time. I just want to be selfish for once and do something that feels good.” You explained, pulling your hair into a ponytail.

Bucky and John both looked at each other— there was an unspoken agreement. Their feud? Didn’t matter right now. You needed them, and that was all they cared about.

“You want the two of us to take care of you, princess?” John asked, slotting himself behind you on the bed. He raked his hands down your sides, playfully squeezing your hips.

His fingers found the hem of your tshirt and started to tug it over your head. Bucky grabbed the waistband of your sweatpants, slowly pulling them down your legs. They both didn’t waste any time stripping down to their boxers, letting the rest of their clothes land in the pile on the floor.

Bucky kneeled on the mattress in front of you. He noticed the way your thighs clenched together as you looked at him. “You gonna let me see how wet you are?” He asked you. You quickly nodded your head, biting down on your lip.

It was all too natural for Bucky to jump back into this setting. There was something familiar but also new about it.

He hooked his fingers in your panties and tore them off your legs. “Oh, fuck. You’re dripping, sweets. All this from the thought of two super soldiers fucking you.” Bucky groaned.

“I can smell you from here. You smell so sweet, princess. You gonna give Bucky a taste?” John whispered in your ear.

“Please, Bucky,” you begged him.

John sat down with his back against the headboard, slowing spreading his legs and pulling you to sit with your back against his chest. Bucky crawled up between your legs.

There was a popping sound as John unclasped your bra and threw it onto the floor. His hands roughly reached forward and grabbed your breasts. You whined, letting your eyes flutter shut.

You felt Bucky throw your legs over his shoulders as he licked a thick stripe through your folds. You squirmed against Bucky's tongue, high-pitched moans leaving your lips.

John softly pinched your nipples, making a jolt run through your body. “Right there, Buck, please,” you whimpered as Bucky’s nose rubbed against your clit.

Your hands flew down to John’s bare thighs, sinking your fingers into the meaty flesh. Your nails left little crescent indents. “Look so pretty squirming like this,” John praised you in your ear. Bucky shared a similar sentiment, so he sped up his pace.

John loved feeling the way your back arched against him. There was no space between the two of you.

Bucky drew figure eights on your clit with his tongue. Every time you squirmed, he tightened his grip your thighs.

Every inch of your skin was on fire. Every touch from the men seared into your skin and your memory.

Your stomach felt tight as Bucky swirled his tongue around your clit. You called out his name, one of your hands flying down to grab onto Bucky’s hair. You held his head still, grinding down against him.

A mix of a groan and moan left his lips— the soft vibration made your belly tingle. Bucky always loved when you manhandled him when he was going down on you.

You clenched your thighs around Bucky’s head, feeling the room start to spin. “Gotta keep these wide open,” John said, grabbing onto your thighs and pulling them apart as far as he could.

The feeling of Bucky’s mouth on you was too much for you to handle. You kept one hand wrapped up in Bucky’s hair, while your other hand snuck back and cupped the back of John’s head. You were clinging to them both like you needed them to live.

“Go ahead, princess. You can do it, cum for us.” John coaxed you, placing kisses along your shoulder blades.

John’s touch was soft and gentle— pulling you back down to earth. While Bucky’s touch was hungry and electric, and made you soar.

Your breathing quickened, tightening your grip on both the men. “I’m gonna, oh— fuck, baby,” you screamed.

Your high hit you all at once. John kept your thighs spread for Bucky, allowing him to press kisses against your clit while you gasped for air. You threw your head back against John’s shoulder.

“So fucking beautiful,” Bucky swore when he finally came up for air.

He leaned towards you, kissing you gently as you recovered from your orgasm. You tasted yourself on his lips. It made you hungry for more.

You reached backwards, grasping for John’s shoulders. “You want to have John fuck you now? Want him to fill you up really good?” Bucky teased you.

The wind was knocked out of you— and your body was exhausted. Both from the long mission earlier in the day and from Bucky’s mouth.

“So tired, but I need you so bad, John.” You guided his fingers towards the slickness between your legs.

He swore under his breath when he felt your arousal soak his fingers. “Don’t worry, princess. I’ll do all the work— gonna fill up this pretty cunt.” He told you.

Bucky moved to the end of the bed, slipping his hand into his boxers as he watched you both. Watching you with someone else meant Bucky didn’t miss a second of seeing you come undone.

John laid you down on your side and then laid himself down in front of you. He saw the fatigue in your eyes, but also saw the neediness.

He roughly grabbed your top leg and hooked it over his hips. “You need my cock so bad, you’re gonna let me fuck you sideways, princess?” He asked.

You eagerly nodded your head. “Please, John. Fill me up,” you were begging him.

“Fill you up with what, honey? You want my fingers?” He teased you. He knew damn well exactly what you needed. He pushed two fingers into you, softly pumping them in and out of you.

You whimpered as he curled his fingers inside of you. “It’s not enough, John. I need your cock, please. Need to feel you,” you said, reaching down and palming him through his boxers.

“Fuck, princess,” he groaned. The sight of you begging for him was too much. He rutted his hips against your hand.

Quickly shedding his boxers, John lined his cock up with your leaking entrance. He practically groaned just imagining how easily he’d be able to slip into you.

“Oh, wait a minute. You have any condoms in here?” John asked you. Every second he waited without being inside you was painful. “Second drawer, right side,” Bucky mumbled, gesturing towards the bedside table.

Bucky groaned as John rummaged through the drawer. Bucky tightened his grip on his cock, letting his eyes linger on the arousal that was coating the inside of your thighs.

“How do you know…?” John’s brain started to fill in the rest.

“Old habits, remember,” Bucky teased.

“Grab two,” you mumbled, breathlessly. They both froze. You grabbed Bucky’s hand and pulled him towards you. “You gonna take us both, sweets? You need two super soldiers to feel full?” Bucky asked. His shock was written all over his face.

He nestled himself behind you, grabbing your hips greedily. They both quickly slipped on the condoms, not wanting to wait any longer. “Don’t worry, we’ll start gentle.” Bucky whispered into your ear.

John hooked your leg around his hip again, prodding your entrance with his cock. You sunk your teeth into his shoulder as he pushed through your folds slowly. “Fuck, you feel so tight, princess.” He groaned.

He only pushed half his cock inside of you, letting you adjust to his size. Then, you felt Bucky’s hand on your hip, possessively. He pushed you towards John. It felt like you were splitting you open as John bottomed out, his hips rubbing flush against yours.

John let out a choked moan. You couldn’t even adjust to the feeling before you felt Bucky’s cock plunging into you. You swore under your breath.

You felt such a fullness that you couldn’t even move. “Just a second, oh god,” you moaned, clinging to John’s shoulders.

Your skin was on fire. You were sandwiched between the two men that towered over you. John pressed up against your chest and Bucky shoved against your back.

The heat radiating off their skin made it hard to focus. Bucky wrapped his metal arm around your waist, holding his hand against your stomach. The cold sting of the metal provided a perfect relief.

“Can feel how full you are, sweets,” Bucky said, feeling the pressure in your abdomen with his hand.

Bucky wished you could see how good you looked being stuffed full by both men. He pressed kisses down your throat and onto your shoulder. “You’re takin’ us so well, princess. You ready for us to move?” John asked gently.

John started thrusting into you first, with Bucky not far behind him. “Shit, princess. Keep squeezing my cock like this, and I’m not gonna last very long.” John swore.

Then, they found a rhythm, both of them snapping their hips into you at the same time. “You wanna make her cum, Walker? Talk dirty to her,” Bucky instructed, remembering the trick he’d learned a long time ago.

John noticed the way your eyes shot open, questioning if you heard him right. That assured him that Bucky was telling the truth. “Wouldn’t expect that from a sweet little thing like you, princess? Is Bucky telling the truth?” John asked, tightened his grip on you as he kept pounding into you.

“Uh huh,” you tried to respond as your mouth hung open. Your brain couldn’t focus on anything besides the way they were thrusting into you with super soldier pace.

The noises coming from where their bodies met yours were pornographic. “Look at that, princess. You’re coating my cock so well. Feels like your tight little cunt is made for me— squeezing me so perfect.” He moaned, rocking his hips against yours.

“Didn’t know you liked it so dirty, sweets. It’s not even enough for you to have one of us. You need to have all your holes filled?” Bucky coaxed. Bucky knew you were close from the way you were panting.

A wave of pleasure washed over you as the base of John’s cock brushed up against his clit. When he did it again, you knew it wasn’t accidental.

“I want to cum,” you begged them.

“Go ahead, princess. Cum for us.” John instructed. The room started spinning. You were too full— too full to handle. Deep grunts came from both the men.

Your orgasm hit you. “Oh shit… I’m—” you gasped.

“Me too, sweets,” Bucky panted in your ear, shooting hot ropes into the condom.

Bucky's thrusts slowed down as John continued pounding into you, chasing his own high. “Come on, John, sweetie. Cum for me,” you praised him.

“Oh, fuck,” he grunted, his thrusts faltering as he came.

They both coaxed you down from your high. Bucky’s cold metal fingers tracing down your back, following your spine. John caressed your thigh, which was still haphazardly thrown over his hip.

“So pretty when you cum, princess,” John whispered, kissing your cheek.

“I agree, sweets. You did such a good job takin’ us so well.” Bucky praised you as well.

Their sweaty bodies clung to yours. “Fuck, I need a shower.” You panted.

“Would you like some company? Room for two maybe?” Bucky whispered in your ear. You knew you were in for a long night.

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