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Captain

Written by Naomi (buckmeinthebarnes) Characters: Chris Evans x Reader Words: 3061 Rating: E (explicit smut) Warning: you know, the usual, nsfw; light spanking, cap kink.

Prompt: You surprised your boyfriend on the set of Infinity War, yet to see him in his new look for Captain America in the movie.

3 weeks, 4 days and give or take 10 hours. That’s the whole amount of time I’ve been away from him. That’s how far I went without hopping on a plane and landing in Atlanta with a small bag and not a lot of supplies. See, this was clearly not planned.

This was the first time our relationship became a distant relationship because of his work, so yeah, it took some adjusting time. I went from seeing him basically everyday, to well, not at all. But you know, we had it all figured. A lot of skype, a lot of phone calls, a lot of texting. A whole lot more of sexting, phone sex and well, pictures. Even though Chris was miles away from me, I still talked to him most of the day. Every chance he’d get, he would call back or answer my messages.

By week two, I was really proud of myself and how well I was taking it. From day one, he warned about how his work would keep us apart from weeks at a time and I was okay with it. I thought it would be harder, that I wasn’t going to be able to be so long without him, but I was taking it well. Too well.

By week three, all I could think about - every single day - was how the touch of his hands felt sliding on my skin. The rough yet smooth touch of his fingertips. How my hands felt touching every bit of muscle on his body. His arms around me, the strong grip on my waist while he was guiding me. The smoothness of his lips on my neck, the chills that would run all over my body when he’d bite me. The taste of him in my mouth, the faces he would do every time I went down on him, knowing exactly how he liked it. The growls and the moans. The sweat on his skin after the third time in a row. The way his eyes went black with lust for me.

I couldn’t just stay home. I haven’t even seen his face for the past few days because he’s been so busy with the shooting. One day I just woke up and I knew. I had some flight tickets to buy.

Now look, I know how this looks like. I was clearly being completely impulsive and avoiding every bit of rational thinking that would either say He won’t have time for you, he’s busy shooting or You should’ve warned him beforehand, this is creepy. Instead, I just bought the damn ticket and spent almost 4,5 hours in the plane watching Game of Thrones to distract myself.

And now here I am, sneaking in the trailer camp with a lovely PA who helped me all the way through. See, people know me. They know I’m Chris’ girlfriend. And if I wanted to actually make a surprise out of this weird trip, no one could know I was here.

The PA promised to keep my secret and also let me know that Chris would be back in his trailer in an hour or so. That gave me enough time to prep. For what? You ask. As much as you want me to answer that I will jump Chris the minute I see him, there’s more to it. I really do miss him and just being around him and hearing his laugh not through a speaker will make me happy.

I bought us some chinese food, I made a little setting for us in the trailer - it wasn’t great, because I didn’t have much to work with in the first place. I changed my clothes, because airplane, and put on some cute white lingerie with a pink silky robe on. I know, I didn’t bring shampoo but I brought lingerie, I have my priorities in order.

Then, I heard the trailer door being opened. I fixed my hair really quickly, just to rush to the living room and awkwardly try to find a good position for this surprise. Spoiler: I did not find a good one. I was so nervous about his reaction to seeing me after so long and not expecting it at all. I was worried he would think I was crazy, but deep down hoping that he would love me for it.

That’s when he made his way inside the trailer and looked at me.

The full beard. The long blond hair. The full Captain America suit.

I haven’t seen the new look for Steve Rogers yet. The official shootings started a week ago, since beforehand they were prepping the new set of actors coming to shoot Infinity War. The whole of him hit me hard. And when I say hard, I mean my panties who were dry a minute ago, are no longer.

Chris stopped in his tracks. He didn’t say a word. He looked at me, all silk robe and all, like I was a vision, an illusion made by his brain to torture him on the fact that we were apart. He did not see this coming, clearly. His light blue eyes looked at me from head to toe and back, stopping in my eyes.

Something happened at that moment. An unspoken agreement. Our eyes did the talking, not much needed to be said. Chris made his way to me and I met him halfway. Both of his hands found my face, kissing me with a desperate intent. He pressed his lips on mine, as my own hands found his waist, all covered by the rough material of the suit.

After a while feeling his lips on mine, which seemed all too good to be real, since I haven’t felt them in so long, he stopped and looked back at me.

“I had no idea,” Chris said, looking into my eyes as if even after touching me he didn’t believe I was actually there.

“I couldn’t help it,” I kissed him again, quickly. “I needed to see you”

Chris exhaled and smiled, looking down, defeated. He shook his head, one of the signs that again I exceeded in impressing him. I smiled too.

“Just let me change, and we…” He started.

“Don’t,” I said way too quickly.

We both stopped after I said that. Took a second for Chris to figure my thoughts out, although even I had no idea what was happening there. The moment he realized, something changed. I knew it would be the death of me. He squared his shoulders, standing tall, hovering over me. I took a deep breath and looked down, touching the suit from his chest to his waist, slowly and with both of my hands.

Looking back at him through my lashes, I could see his breathing getting heavier in expectation. “Keep it… Captain.”

That was enough of a trigger for him, who without wasting another second took me in his arms and entwined my legs over his waist. My mouth found his in another desperate kiss, but this time he licked my lips and I opened my mouth, soon to feel his tongue sliding inside. The kiss was raw, desperate and rough. I bit his lips and pulled it to me, which earned me a deep growl from him. The beard was tickling my face and my hand found it, something I always loved to do, just to feel the beard under my touch. His hair was soon the focus of my attention as well, I pressed my hand in it, bringing him to me.

Holding me, Chris took me to his room in the trailer. The room was considerably big for a trailer, but the bed filled most of it. He made the motion of lying me down on the bed, but I stopped kissing him. “Put me down,” I told him, while smiling and biting my lower lip.

His confused face lasted only the seconds it took me to get down from his waist and on my knees. He has to exhale again, trying to put himself together while seeing me on my knees while he was still in the Cap suit. He helped me around with the pants part of the suit, which was detached from the top, but had a few tricks to get it to open. I only took it down a bit with his boxers, enough for me to get a hold of his dick. I licked my lips, ever so eager to feel his taste in my mouth again.

“God, I missed you.” Chris confessed, the whole experience plus the distance between us overwhelming him.

A strong grip on his dick, while I pumped him in my hands, slowly sliding my hand through every inch. My lips took in the whole of his tip, pressing and wetting it. My tongue was next to slide on the tip, circle it and then taking it again in my mouth. He was rock hard in my hand, so I decided to take him in, as deep as I could and slowly take it back, looking at him through my lashes. “(Y/N)... Fuck,” Chris shut his eyes, pressing them that way, heavily breathing.

I continued to suck him on, feeling him pulsating in my mouth. Touching the skin of his cock in the sensitive areas near the tip with just a slight touch of teeth. “Fuck… You’re going to… kill me” He barely was able to form a complete sentence without exhaling deeply.

Chris’ hands were now on my hair, taking it all in a messy ponytail. That’s when I knew he wanted the control. He started guiding me, gripping harshly on my hair, while with the other hand holding himself on the wall. Thrusting in my mouth while guiding my head towards his cock, he was barely holding on.

“(Y/N), babe…,” He looked down on me, never stopping. “I’m gonna… I can’t ho... “

I moaned with him inside my mouth as a sign of approval, but the vibrations were even worse to handle. He thrusted harder on me, always conscious of my own limits, but not taking very long until he lost total control and came in my mouth. I took it all in, stroking him gently during it, licking him clean and swallowing it, which he always loved to watch me do.

Chris was breathless, a complete mess. His long blond hair, had fallen into his face and his cheeks were a bit flushed. He took a moment to recompose himself, fixing his pants as well. He took my hand and brought me back to him, taking my face with both of his hands and feeling his own taste in my tongue. Stopping himself, he looked down on me, opening my silky robe. He frowned when he saw the white lingerie, not believing everything I did for him.

“Surprise?” I shrugged, biting my lip.

For a moment, I thought he was mad at me for doing that. His face expression was deadly and his pupils were blown out. He walked me towards the bed, forcing me to lie on it and pulling myself towards the edge by my legs. Chris kneeled in front of me, opened my legs for him and touched my panties, feeling with his own fingers the nonstop wetness there. He took my panties off in a second and then opened my legs again, putting each one of them in one of his shoulders. His movements were so precise, so rational. Inserting two fingers inside of me slowly, while looking straight into my eyes, I was barely holding my moans inside. My hand was on his head, pressing it, while I felt his fingers curl inside of my as he fastened his own pace.

“You’re so wet, so ready for me, baby.” His voice was deeper than usual, rougher. “Now, be a good girl and tell Cap what you want him to do.”

I exhaled and moaned at the same time, not expecting him to say that at all. He was taking on the role, because he knew how much desire I had for his character. I needed a minute to recover, but he wasn’t having it, so he slapped me in the ass. “Don’t make me ask twice.”

“Fuck, okay… I... I want you to eat me, yeah.” I told him, looking straight in his eyes while he was still pumping his fingers inside of me. “I want you to eat me, Steve.”

Chris took a deep breath, lowering his head to give one good lick to my clit. I moaned instantly. The beard was making me go insane, since it was rough and ticklish and giving me so many sensations at once. After that, he took one good look at me and then went down again, masterly sucking on my cunt, licking me fast and slow, knowing the right spots to earn the right reactions from me.

I moved my hand to his hair, pressing it hard, keeping his head right there. I wasn’t going to last long, either. Just the feeling of his lips and tongue on me, after so long, was making it hard for me to make it last. The only sound coming out of my mouth were moans. Then, he took his fingers out, just to lick my entrance instead and it was too much for me. I came down hard, arching my back and holding tight to his hair.

Giving me a second to recover, he started to dismantle the superior parts of the suit, and by this point I hadn’t any complaints. I watched him undress, staring at me like I was an easy prey. He didn’t take it all off, he opened it up, so he’d have more liberty in movement, because he knew I wanted to fuck Cap that night.

We both climbed more on the bed as he got down to hover me. Easily holding himself over me, each arm on either side of me, looking down, all flustered and breathless. My hands touched his now naked chest, feeling his hot skin, his tight muscles and body hair. I scratched his skin with my nails, arousing him with a little pain. His chest was rising and falling with deep breaths. I gave him a slow but brief kiss, and he whispered to my mouth.

“What do you want?”

I looked him straight in the eyes, “I want you to fuck me… hard… Captain,”

He didn’t need another word from me. He pulled down his pants again, then taking one of my legs and putting it back on his shoulder, spreading me. A few pumps on his again hard rock dick and he put himself into my entrance, going it all at once. I moaned loudly, not expecting that at all, but then looking into his lustful eyes and adjusting to his size, as he didn’t move for a second after that.

Kissing me again, slowly but filled with desire, he thrusted one more time, hard, and stopped. I moaned to his mouth again, gripping on his hair. He did it again. I could feel every inch of him coming back inside of me, touching me hard in my sweet spot. Then he started to raise his pace, going hard and fast, kissing my face and lowering himself to my neck, to bite me, mark me, kiss me.

“Chris, oh… Oh God, fuck. Please…” I couldn’t help but moan in his ear.

He picked up the pace even more, fucking me senseless, hard and raw. He would stop in the middle, lower the pace and only move his hips to thrust into me, soon again going back to faster and deeper. All I could hear from him were deep growls and heavy breathing. He took one of my hands and pinned it on top of my head on the bed. My whole body was building up the sensations and I could feel myself tightening around him, which immediately earned a reaction. I could tell that he was just as close as I was, both of us building up so much sexual tension from being apart.

“Chris, I’m gonna… I’m…” As I said it, he went on me even harder, making sure I reached it hard. And I did. I could feel my walls completely tightening as I came and as he kept going, it didn’t take too long for him to come down hard.

His head was on the crook of my neck, defeated. He would thrust a few times, slowly, as both of our orgasms wore off. The weight of his whole body on mine was a sensation I could never get enough off. It was so good just having him there, our bodies touching, holding each other tight.

Chris lifted his head to look at me, gave me a quick but slow kiss and got out of me, dropping his body into the bed beside me, breathless and barely able to open his eyes.

“That was…” He said.

“I know,” I said. Chris looked at me and I looked at him. We smiled at each other and laughed a little.

“I can’t believe you’re here. I had such a long day. I was beyond done and then you were here.” Chris confessed, as he took his arm under me to pull me close, and I laid my head on his chest. “It was the perfect ending, you made my day.”

I looked up at him, smiling. “To be honest, I just couldn’t stay away from you another minute,” I caressed his chest with my fingers. “I just needed to see you, feel you again.”

“I did spoil you before. We saw each other every day.” Chris laughed and caressed my hair.

“You did!” I laughed too.

“Say… Cap, huh?” I looked up to him and he had a smart ass face on. “I didn’t know you were this into superheroes.”

“Are you kidding…? Have you seen yourself as Captain on screen? Commanding the shit out of people?” I even lifted my body a little bit to look at him better. “And now this? Looking like a total outlaw?”

Chris have me one of his good and genuine laughs, I smiled. “I guess this look is a bit sexier.”

“I’d say a little more than just a bit.” I gave him a sweet kiss.

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buckmeinthebarnes · 7 years ago

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Infinity War with Thanos’ massacre but he actually picks the people who will die and its cis assholes bc their time has passed on this planet/universe

#good guy thanos #ending misogyny #infinity war

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buckmeinthebarnes · 7 years ago

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Control

Written by Liri (buckmeinthebarnes) Characters: Bucky x Reader Words: 3647 Rating: E (explicit smut) Warning: tiny bit of angst, bit of dirty talk, light spanking, some choking, 69.

Prompt: Both you and Bucky know what you mean to each other, until he starts to distance himself for some reason.

Bucky wasn’t exactly the kind of person prone to long talks. And that was fine by me. I never stopped giving him signs of how much I actually wanted to be with him. I touched him when I didn’t really have to, always made faces during long boring debriefs, let him catch me staring at his lips, his arms, his hands. He picked up eventually. No speeches. No pick up lines. No sexy jokes.

I was just running around the compound, breathing some fresh air, silently peaceful by his side. He always asked if he could come. He likes feeling free, I found. After a good hour I stopped for water and a breath. “You can keep going if you want,” I huffed. Bucky never answered. He reset his hair in a bun. I shared my bottle with him. He drank, licked his lips, screwed the bottle and put it down. We couldn’t stop looking at each other. He took a step forward, right into my personal space, leaned in and kissed me, holding my waist and the back of my head as if I were porcelain. I came closer and our bodies touched, my arms holding his back. Pure electricity, but only buzzing and humming. He pulled back and gave me a sweet side smile, not opening his eyes just yet.

“This is ok then?”

“Took you long enough,” I said, laughing softly.

Ever since, we were inseparable. Everyone knew about us, but we hadn’t told any of them. Whenever we met on the kitchen, we smiled quietly at one another, appreciating our secrets. On the living room watching movies with the lot, he just held my hand or put his arm around my shoulders to remember I was there. We stopped training together cause I could see he wasn’t really making me work for it, trying to go soft on me. Even so, I loved just sitting, leaning against the wall, watching his swift moves while he trained with someone else.

Gentle and quiet, whatever he had to say to me, he’d say with crinkly eyes and half smiles, fingers holding my own, a sense of peace on the way he moved. He was no longer tense around lots of people. He made his own jokes now. He got used to Tony’s nicknames and Nat’s friendly flirting. Bucky loved seeing Steve be a good leader. He liked listening to very long scientific explanations, what I liked to call The Banner Banter. He never admitted how much he enjoyed being annoyed at - and by - Sam. Made him feel like he was one of the guys. And he was. Buck liked drinking with Thor and it always made me laugh how clueless about modern Earth half this team was.

Every single one of them knew, but were kind enough not to ask. Of course they wanted to. The crew was waiting for it really, for us to announce it, to make this official so they could all joke about it. But every night, as Buck climbed into bed with me, I just thought of how that didn’t matter at all, as long as he kept holding my hand during the day and hugging my waist to fall asleep. And even though we might tell them sometime, no one would know how long it had taken for Buck to relax enough and not spend the night waiting for you to leave. Then how long it had taken before he wouldn’t wake up every time you moved, because he was so scared of any possibility of something going wrong. And especially how many weeks you shared a bed fully clothed, waiting for him to be comfortable to even kiss you without leaning away too quick in a private room.

But he did. With the passing of time, Bucky stopped ending your kisses way too fast. His hands roamed my body. His lips searched for places unknown to him. My legs impatiently held him and let him go. My breath was no longer paced. My patience started to wear thin. Then, in no particular special day, something happened. In no hurry, as sure as the sun would rise in the morning, as peaceful as it could ever set by the evening, James made love to me. His sighs were the stuff of dreams. The very way he looked at me was filled with passion and desire and so much longing my legs trembled just at the thought of it.

I knew it had been far too long since he held a woman just cause he wanted to. The tips of his fingers were cold as ice and his very hands almost shivered as he peeled off my clothes. He warmed up to it though, all lips and sweat and strands of hair and soft, sweet sex. Which brought us to the most loving, cute contest in the entire world. After that, Buck practically moved into my room, saying it was much cozier than his. We almost didn’t leave the bed (well, and the shower) for a week, except for food. Everyone knocked at least once, luring us out with promises of good partnership and movies and ice cream but we weren’t having it. All Buck cared about was tasting and feeling me.

And I found that, even after finding so much joy in real friends, Steve was always right on saying Bucky was a ladies’ man. James loved when I held both his hands during sex. When I looked into his eyes. He loved seeing me naked no matter when. He loved when I let him in my mouth and when I choked a little on him. Buck loved when I raked my nails on his chest, leaving red swollen tracks and when I tugged on his hair a bit for whatever reason. On return, he liked seeing my skin prickle and raising all hairs in my arms. He loved watching how he could turn my neck pink, then red and later on, he loved touching the purple and blue spots, gentle not to hurt me. He liked untangling my hair from ponytails and buns, twining his fingers through my scalp. Buck was tempted to do anything in order for me to bite my lip so hard it could almost draw blood, but always pulled it away with his own lips before I could hurt myself.

All of that made it particularly weird when Buck started to slowly take things back to his room, so slow I guess he thought I wouldn’t notice. Then started not hanging out for so long, insisting in showering at his own room and saying he was a little tired or telling me Steve had called him out. When we had sex, he’d clasp onto the sides of the bed until his knuckles went white and bit into his own lip, screwing his eyes shut, almost as if one would if they didn’t want to… Lose control.

“Hey, Buck, what’s going on?”

His chest against my back, loose arm sleepily around my waist, Bucky silently laid by me, both of us lost in thought.

“What you mean, doll?”

I sigh and turn around to face him. I throw a leg around his and caress his face and hair.

“Why are you shutting me out?”

“What? I'm not-” I push for him to lay on his back and straddle his thighs. “Doll?”

I bring both his hands to my hips, taking my soft pajama top off right after. His eyes glue to my figure, watching me touch my breasts, pull on the nipples and sigh from it. I can see his pants grow tighter and his tongue wet his lips in hunger. Buck's blue eyes don't leave me for a second. His hands start to grasp me on the hips as if to keep himself from doing anything wrong. I'm pretty sure it'll be bruised when he unclasps but I harshly drag my nails down both sides of my stomach, letting the tracks that usually appear on his back and chest show against my own skin, moaning a little.

Bucky tosses me into the bed from over him and leaves fast, slamming the door on the way out. I can hear a loud noise outside but as I get up and go after him, he's nowhere to be found. All I see is a spot where the wall is caved in.

“Yeah, you are,” I told only myself and my lonely hallway.

“What is up with you?” I say as soon as he opens the door to his room, coming right in and standing between him and the way out. You’re not running from me anymore.

“A lot,” Bucky says, sitting on the edge of his bed and running his fingers through his hair.

“Well, it’s time you tell me then,” I say, almost angrily on how he appeared to be doing better til now, but also angry for not being able to help in whatever was happening. Bucky nods for me to come closer to him.

“Look, I’m fucked up, ok? I just don’t wanna ruin the one good thing that has happened to me in a long time, you.”

“The only way you’re ruining this is by making me confused. We have to talk. This isn’t helping Buck, you can’t fool me saying things are ok,” I touch his chin and caress his grown beard.

“I’m not trying to fool you,” he desperately says. Bucky closes his eyes and takes a couple of deep breaths. Sitting on the bed while I stand between his knees, as if he’s the one who has to cuddle me, Buck lifts the tee I’d pulled back over my head before coming here.

“Is this really the time?” He ignores me, staring straight at the still vivid tracks I made on my stomach a bit ago. Bucky brings his face closer and kisses one of the lines, licking it and running his nose on my skin. “I’m serious Buck, stop trying to refocus this conversation.”

“This is the conversation,” he falls back and pierces me with blue eyes. “I want to… I want to do these to you.” I take a deep breath. “Clasp your arms so hard you have to wear long sleeves on summer. Bite your entire body, make you blush at the sound of my voice, make you squirm with things I whisper in your ears.”

“Those are natural desires, Buck… It’s ok.”

“I’m not done,” he says, half-broken, closing his eyes again and touching his face to my stomach, as if to comfort himself. “I want to slap you and mark you on spots no one can see. I want to tie you up in ways a scout couldn’t undo. I want you to obey my every command, I want to hurt you. Badly.”

I don’t- no, I can’t say anything at all on the fear of interrupting him.

“And I can’t. I can’t stand the idea of hurting you too much. I can’t think of you beat up because of my fuck up needs, because of what has been done to me. I don’t want to take it out on you, doll. But when I’m fucking you, I have to focus so hard, I have to fight myself on what I want to do and what I should do. When I’m with you, everything you do makes me think of the dirtiest things but also, those are the things that keep me up at night. It’s thoughts I take to the shower to let go of and thoughts that make me punch things in frustration. I love you but you’re driving me insane and… I didn’t think it was fair to tell you. Blame you for my issues.”

Bucky distances himself from me again but doesn’t look me in the eye. His hands rub soft spots on my hips, up and down the sides of my torso. I hold both of them and let his fingers touch the scratches as if he’d done it himself. He sighs.

“You know…” I push him towards the bed and lay down on top of him, his feet still grounded supporting my lower body as I straddle his thighs. I put my head on his chest and listen to his heartbeat. “There’s nothing you could do to scare me, Buck. And certainly not that.”

“I don’t want to use you as therapy for this,” he holds out and his arm makes all kinds of whirling sounds, referring to Hydra. “I want to make you feel good, safe, loved. I want you to feel how I feel.”

I hold his colder hand and twine our fingers together. “This isn’t a bad thing anymore. It’s a beautiful reminder of who you became. And a sexy, powerful ability you’ve mastered, exactly like your mind.”

“How did I ever end up getting such a sweet girl?”

“Well, I’d say it’s the hair, but you do have a nice ass.” He laughs rumbly and my head bobs up and down his chest. Bucky kisses the top of my head and holds me in a tight embrace. “Other than that…”

“Yeah?,” he asks. I bring my head up and push myself to all fours, hovering his face with mine, my arms around his head. I kiss him sweetly, with love, careful almost.

“I really want you to hurt me. Make me wanna call you bad names, regret coming over to your room, make me ashamed to look other people in the eyes because of what we just did, only to constantly give me the most blinding pleasure I’ve ever felt.” I caress his hair and kiss him in the cheeks, on the bridge of his nose, on his forehead. His breath deepens a bit. “I need you to tie me up with the most beautiful patterns, no matter why. Slap every part of my body, bite whatever you feel like, brand me and make me beg, cry, scream. I want to be yours in every way you need.”

“Don’t say what you don’t mean, baby.” His hands are already buried in the low of my back hardly, unconsciously holding back from that corner of his mind. I kiss him passionately, tasting his tongue against mine and suddenly, bite his lower lip harshly. Without thinking he slaps me where his hand reached, just over my ass, grunting. I yelp and moan all at the same time. “Sorry.”

“No. Punish me.” Bucky's nose scrunches, his hands move to feel my breasts over my flimsy top. I whine at the contact, his entire hands covering both of them and, one hand at a time, teasing my nipples.

“Don’t be brave for me. If we reach your limit, you have to tell me. Okay?” With closed eyes, breathing rapidly he asked. He pulls out my tank top and fondles my breasts again, a bit stronger than before making me moan. “Babe, promise me.”

I promise, then arching my entire back when Bucky pinches and pulls on my nipples harshly as a response. I can feel myself trembling almost from holding my body up but wouldn’t move an inch, especially not when he’d just started licking and biting one of the hardened tips, ravishing me already as one of his hands cling to my hair. My hips swivel in need of friction to my wet center and I can’t stop looking at him. His eyes open and stare at my lowered face, both pupils almost black, mouth full, forever torturing me, moving from breast to breast, kissing the soft skin on the sides and under, mixing delicious strokes of his tongue and vicious bites, making me louder by the second.

“Oh fuck, make me sore, Bucky!”

My back hits the bed. Bucky tossed me over and now his entire body is touching me. I can see his tense shoulders, wound up arms, feel his thick thighs and hard cock. His right hand cradles my head and kisses me, in full desire but his left hand... God, his left hand pulls my leg to his waist, bending me and holds on to my buttcheek so tight I whimper.

“You want me to make you sore, baby girl?” His right hand grips my hair again, pulling my head back while slapping my ass with his left. I whine and moan in pain, but my body betrays me. I’ve never been wetter, my nipples have never been harder, my clit pulses begging to be touched. “I can do that in so many ways.”

He lowers my leg and motions me to get rid of my panties, while he also takes off his sweatpants and black soft tee, coming back over me as quick as possible. Gently, Buck lays his body on top of mine, I wrap both my arms on his back, he puts my leg back to his waist. His cock nests between the lips of my dripping pussy, touching on my clit. My brows furrow and Buck brings his right hand to my throat, just covering it. He grinds his dick on me, right on my clit, and I scream.

“Choke me.”

“I don’t wanna hurt you,” he gets off between grunts, then kissing me and biting my lip.

“Please choke me James,” I start a chain of begging and moans, scratching his back. His hand tightens around my neck, absolutely sure of what to press and what not to press. My voice goes high pitched and he ligns his tip to my entrance, making my eyes instantly roll back. The thickness of him opens me up, ready for more and more until we both lose it. He fills me up at once and my entire body shivers, I can’t even move at how blissful this is. I feel my cunt flowing in slick, almost dripping over his balls. “Please don’t stop.”

Buck doesn’t comply. He pulls completely out making my eyes water of how empty I feel, putting his choking hand behind my neck, chuckling at my already desperate state. He kneels on the bed, pulling me up to kneel as well.

“Why don’t we both have a taste on how delicious you are, kitten?” Bucky parts my knees with his hands and rubs my clit a couple of times before laying down, head between my thighs. “Sit,” he says, already pulling on my hips and joining his broad tongue to my burning core. Bucky shoves his tongue straight into my pussy and I could see stars on how good it feels. He suddenly slaps me hard on the ass, making me instinctively sit further on his face, his tongue entering me deeper until he withdraws.

“I thought I told you to taste how sweet you are,” Buck grunts against my pussy, massaging the red cheek. I take no time in obeying, bending over and wrapping my mouth on his cock, tasting myself on it and spreading even more to his lips. My tongue swirls all around him, getting him as far into my mouth as I can. His hands grip my thighs where he gives me a hickey, right beside where I want him to go. “God, you’re a dream.”

In a swift motion, barely parting us, I’m on my back and he’s over me. Bucky shoves his cock deeper and deeper, choking me and making me drool, giving me a single second of relief every now and then. He rams himself into my lips, fucking my mouth uncontrollably and I take a second to massage his balls, making his moans vibrate in my pussy. He sticks his tongue out and circles my clit endlessly, putting two of his metal fingers in me. I almost jump out of my skin, screaming on his cock while his fingers fuck me to exhaustion.

Our faces covered in each others spit and slick, bodies sweating and burning with marks, scratches, bites, bruises. I can’t stop my moans and pleads when he gets his cock away from my mouth, not sure if I’m begging him to come or to make me come. Bucky’s hair sticking to his face, he lifts both my legs to expose me completely.

“Still want me to make you sore, baby girl?” I can only scream incoherently, my mind completely out of order, only moaning his name. Bucky starts to slap me right on the clit, two, three times, and I can’t control any of the thrusts that follow. Unable to control himself further, I feel him entering me inch by inch. I can no longer moan. My mouth is still open, but my body is aflame, eyes screwed shut, arched back. He fucks me deep, hard, fast, exactly like we need it.

While I meet every single one of his thrusts, Bucky holds my face with his right hand and presses my tongue down with his thumb, choking me softly, making his finger wet. I want to moan so bad, his cock is hitting all the right places, I can’t even feel the rest of my body. He takes his finger off my mouth and rubs it on my clit, slapping my ass, coming over to bite my shoulder. I’m quickly going into overdrive, contracting around him, shivering, screaming.

“Thank you,” he says and I hold him as close as I can through the best orgasm I’ve had, and Buck follows suit, coating me inside with thick warm cum. He pulls out, holding my legs still up and watches what I can only imagine is a very red ass and both our fluids dripping out of my worn cunt. My eyes are closed, chest heaving and I’m absolutely unable to move. I still moan softly, residually, when he lets go of my legs and drops beside me.

“That’ll hurt in the morning,” Bucky says in an apologetic tone.

“I was kind of hoping it would,” I smile.

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Written by Liri (buckmeinthebarnes) Characters: Frank Castle x Reader Words: 1146 Rating: E (explicit smut) Warning: Good old smut - a shorter one, to leave you guys wanting more.

Prompt: There’s nothing as tempting as watching Frank Castle work out in the morning.

You know, it’s a good day when a girl is just in bed, having a cup of amazing freshly brewed coffee made by her incredibly good looking boyfriend. Leaning into a very fluffy pillow, blowing steam off the cup. It’s the morning and I got used to getting up really early cause of Frank’s habits. He hates wasting his time with sleep but he completely lets go when you’re spooning. Even so, religiously, he goes for a run early in the morning - everyday - comes back and brings me food.

However, today, something new was up. Frank hadn’t gone for a jog. He made me some coffee to fulfill my hunger for croissants. And he’s just there, working out. And by that, I mean, going at it. Those abs go up and down and up and down while Frank is hanging to the low iron beam on the ceiling of this industrial apartment. I can see every muscle in his arms, every movement in his abs, every bead of sweat. He moves and moves and moves around the room without even acknowledging my careful stare, fully concentrated in a bunch of tasks.

When I finally go take a second sip, trying to help my dry mouth from gaping too long, the coffee is cold. How long ago has this started again? I sit the cup in the nightstand by my side of the bed. Frank smirks between push-ups, giving me the side eye. Stupid. Of course he’d know. His eyes are like eagles’ eyes. My legs cross on the bed, my body shifts, my breath gets a tiny bit caught. Come on now.

Frank goes back to a bunch of other exercises, one more torturing than the other. Squats, dips, handstands, whatever the names are. Well, two can play this game. I throw the covers off my body to the side as he goes into another set of something. My hands go up my neck to set the hair loose. As locks flow over my shoulders, I pinch both my nipples and moan clearly, a little bit just for show. Never taking my eyes off Frank, I see his eyes slit and eyebrows furrow.

‘I have one more set to go, darling.’

‘Well, I’ll make it a good one then’

Frank leaves the squat and high kick set and goes to the beam one last time, in front of me, making sure I’d never need to look away. ‘You having fun there?’ He smiles.

I toss my shirt right in front of him, making sure he wouldn’t turn away either. ‘It’s getting better by the minute.’

‘Sweetheart, I’m doing this ‘til 50 count and when I’m done, you might regret this.’

‘Oh, I completely disagree.’

We both laugh at each other and turn back to total focus in our tasks. I set my legs apart so he can see me from that way up. I’m pretty certain there’s a wet spot in my panties he will get a chance to check out. My hands then move down to take them off but I have another idea on the way there. I’m sure he’d also love whatever he couldn’t see.

Instead of taking them off, I push my panties to the side and get my middle finger inside me, arching my back with want. I can see Frank’s arms slightly faltering, not cause he’s tired but cause he sees me too. He breathes some number around the thirties and keeps going. I start moving my finger in and out slowly, making myself beg for a little more, then join another finger.

I hear Frank grunt under his breath and his workout shorts are so loose I can easily check out the his bulge there. He starts going faster on the beam, probably wanting to get over with that soon. I couldn't agree more. Wet spreads through my fingers and drips towards my ass as I moan and my other hand grabs my thigh, probably leaving a scratch. I pull my fingers off, biting my lip and nearly complaining to myself, just to pull off my panties as Frank lets go of the bar.

He pulls his workout shorts so fast I don’t even get to see it and suddenly he’s all over me, all sweat and lips and roughness and biting. His cock is hard against my thigh making it difficult to focus on anything else but wanting it inside me. However, Frank constantly kissing and biting my neck is making the moaning get out of control. All I can think of is how I want it to bruise, to brand, to bleed almost. I hold on to his shoulders hard, sometimes scratching red marks against his back, biting back and getting slaps in the thighs for it.

Frank kisses me deep, hard, and pushes every last bit of himself inside me. I moan deeply as he fills me completely and touches our foreheads, frown against frown, holding a handful of my hair and keeping me in place through my waist with his other hand. He drives into me again and again, with a set pace of power and raw need.

‘Look at me,’ he says. I struggle to open my eyes and look into his, dark and beautiful, meaning every thrust, every grunt, every breath. He pushes my leg up and drives even deeper inside me. His pelvic bone starts rubbing against my clit constantly making me beg time and time again for him not to even move. He doesn’t. The hand that was once holding my hair is now covering my entire throat, giving it a bit of pressure making me scream.

‘Come,’ is his only command. Deeper and faster he makes me spiral into it. My sight goes completely blank, my ears start ringing and I’m breathless as he keeps fucking me. My entire body is taut with pleasure. He doesn’t let me come down from it. Frank keeps fucking me with the same intensity, drilling into me way past my first orgasm. I moan loudly as he comes inside of me grunting then pulls out and sucks on me, wet and soft tongue against my needy clit.

He doesn't let up at all cause he'd never leave without me getting more than my share. I think I can feel every ridge of his tongue touching me and then circling my entrance, making me scream in pleasure. His tongue goes inside me and I fuck myself on it before coming back slick and broad to my clit, making me hold his head still and rubbing on it until I came a second time. His chin is covered with his own cum and I never thought I’d find that so hot. He cleans off with his own arm and falls in bed right next to me.

‘I’ll be working out a lot more around here.’

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Written by Liri (buckmeinthebarnes) Characters: Matt Murdock x Reader Words: 2895 Rating: E (explicit smut) Warnings: Thigh riding, slightly dom!Matt, a little slap here, a bit of dirty talk there.

Prompt:There’s nothing like being a good neighbor to make Matt feel very thankful for your aid.

“You stay there," I whisper to Venus. She meowls back at me. "Not a word!" As if bewildered after leaving bed to protect me and being sent away, she turns her cute furry tail on me and goes to our bedroom.

I open my door very slowly to listen to my neighbour. Trying my best, I can’t do much more than hear faint grunts, as if someone had hit their pinky toe on the nightstand. I step out the door as quietly as humanly possible; me and my then-boyfriend’s-college-band-t-shirt down to my knees. The soft grunt that probably came from my front door neighbour ceases.

Matthew Murdock is his name. I know nothing else, except that he’s blind and lives by himself: no pets, no people (except for those two blonde friends of his). Also: he has very nice suits. Maybe he was hurt? I decide to knock quietly, without making much noise. Perhaps he was just dreaming. That would be silly of me… I knock. And wait. No one comes to the door. “Hello? Matthew?”

I wait a bit longer.

And then a little more.

Nothing.

Well… that was a waste of Venus’ time. I turn to move back into bed with my cat when keys rattle in the door. Matthew coughs from behind it and opens up to meet me there. He comes out of his home, leaving the door open. “Good evening,” he says. “Are you ok?”

“Um… Yeah. I should be the one asking, I thought I’d heard some noises. Are you ok?” He smiles just a little. His red-tinted glasses reflecting what little light we had on the hall.

“Yeah. I’m ok. Thanks for asking.” The stubble on his face looks good and I could barely say that about a lot of men. I keep looking at him and can’t stop. A simple, white t-shirt covers his torso and grey sweatpants give him a great I’m sleeping look. “And you are…?” All of a sudden, something runs between my legs and startles me so hard I jump 3 miles up.

“Venus!” She runs straight into his apartment and I go straight after her without thinking of anything but getting the cat. I pick her up as fast as possible when I realize I’ve never been on this side of the door before. “I’m so sorry,” I tell Matt as I leave his place. He looks surprised, and slightly amused, but hasn’t moved a single bit from the hall. I pass by him gripping Venus and notice his head is hurt but don’t say anything. I open my door and throw Venus inside, making sure it’s actually shut behind me this time. “I’m not Venus, I’m (Y/N). And I didn’t mean to go into your place, I’m sorry, that cat is wild.”

“It’s ok,” he smiles, “she must be good company.” Silence ensues and I don’t know how to approach that once I’d seen it, the bleeding gash on his head couldn’t be unseen.

“How did it happen?” I say, quietly as if it was a secret.

“An accident. Chemicals got in my eyes when I was younger.”

“Oh, no I- I didn’t mean- I’m sorry, that’s not-” I take a deep breath to calm down. “I meant your head. How did you hurt your head.”

Matthew seems surprised. His mouth gapes open for a second and he chuckles at the misunderstanding. “I’m sorry. Just a very common question.”

“I didn’t mean to embarrass you.”

“You didn’t. I hit my head. Feeling a little sluggish, left the bed, hit the doorway face first. No big deal.” He smiles. I smile. He can’t see me, but I really can’t stop looking at him. Maybe that’s why I don’t feel shame on doing that. My legs are uncovered and shivers go down my spine. I’m not sure what temperature my body is trying to go for. His smile must be the cutest and kindest I’ve ever seen. Only thing is… No door could’ve hit back so hard to split his head open. Not that I’m gonna say anything, I’m not. Leave a man to his own devices. But...

I raise my hand to meet the right side of his face, “May I? Take off your glasses, I mean.” I add, remembering he wouldn’t be able to notice my pointing. He breathes in deep and nods, pursing his lips. I slowly pull off the red spectacles, hang them on my old t-shirt’s neckline and analyze a dark red patch over his cheekbone, the same side where the cut was. Once more, I don’t say a thing, even if my heart is hammering in my chest and Matthew’s breaths make him seem uneasy. A drop of blood slowly trickles down around his eye and trying to clean it would only make a mess so I abstain. My hand touches the soft, hot circle in his cheek. His eye closes up a bit but he doesn’t flinch at it any more than that, even if I’m pretty sure it must hurt.

“You didn’t hit your head.” I make no further comments. I’m not stupid enough to believe him. His body shuffles and stiffens a bit but he doesn’t retreat from my touch. His cheek is flaming and whatever did this was most likely not an inanimate object.

“I might have been slightly inebriated. The door hit back quite hard.” I completely dismiss the new part of this lie cause the injury seems quite recent and he does not smell like the whiskey I’m sure he’d enjoy on a night out playing pool somewhere. He smells like perfect musk and the heat in his body is making it all the more inebriating to me, my skin prickles just thinking about it.

“You’ll need stitches. 3. Maybe 4. Hospital?”

“No.” Matt answers me faster than anything he’s said so far. His lost eyes search my face, dead serious. “No hospital. I’m fine.”

“And I can help.” The drop of blood comes down the side of his face and I swipe it from his jaw. I let my hand off his face, feeling his stubbled cheek scratch my skin. His eyes wander my jawline and I shift the weight in my legs. “Vet school. Not as good as Human Med school but it’ll keep your forehead together.” Matthew’s eyebrows furrow slightly. He steps back and holds the door of his apartment for me. I take a deep breath and enter his home for the second time tonight.

I start noticing a bunch of things I hadn’t realized the first time around. The living room had no TV. The lights were all off. The door to the rooftop was half open, from which a cold breeze came in, and the huge windows on the living room shined with such brightness it took me a second to adapt to the weird, shimmering glitter of electronic ads.

“Make yourself at home,” Matt says. I can’t. I stand still in the living room, taking in how he must live and how much the place speaks about him. The way he smells is everywhere now. Matt smiles slightly but says nothing, turns his back to me, without as much as feeling his way around, and goes in the kitchen. “I’ll pick up the medkit, don’t worry.” I follow him.

“Thanks. Just gonna wash my hands.”

“Oh, of course.” He points to the sink behind him.

He gets the kit, a small rattling bag, in a cabinet and takes it to the living room. I keep my eyes on the way he moves while soaping my hands. Long legs, bare feet, no worries on guiding himself, probably knowing his way by heart amongst his own house. Matthew sits not on the couch, but on one of the two armchairs in the living room as if to not leave me a minute off his sight. That is, if he could see me. His legs are sprawled out, his arms hanging from the chair nonchalantly. He put the bag on the floor beside him, I see, as I dry my hands in a random dishcloth.

“Ok, let’s see what’s inside bag number one.” I put his glasses on the low center table and kneel beside it with the kit. Instead of giving me a medkit with a couple of band-aids and some oxygenated water, like mom’s are used to having, this looks more like what a surgeon might carry around (for emergency surgeries, you know, as one does). “Damn, you’re packed.”

He snickers a little loudly and I blush deeply as I realize. I’m kneeling right beside him, with my face in the same height as... I mean, not that he isn’t, I can tell by the sweatpants, but that isn’t what I meant. My entire face gets hot with embarrassment and he brushes it off. “I learned you can never be too careful with your health,” I mumble whatever I can in agreement.

I pick up a tweezer and needle, attach some thread to it, cut it carefully over the table. Matt says nothing. I get up when I think it’s at least reasonable work with the needle. I’ve done better in the clinic, with lights on, but I can’t be picky. I try leaning or sitting on the side of the chair but that makes it too high for me to angle at his face. Standing is the same issue. Matt sits around trying to help me out but this isn’t working well. He could’ve sat on the couch, damn him. Matthew sits further to the tip of the chair. “Here,” he says.

Matthew’s hands find my waist and pull me in. His warm hands give the insides of my uncovered legs shivers. All my hairs stand up at the feel of his touch. Matt sits me on his left leg, straddling his thigh. My breath catches and if I heard it, there’s no doubt he had too. His lips part slightly. The height is perfect for me to reach his face, even if this is a little unorthodox for patient and doctor. I don’t think that’s the kind of relationship we’re both going for anymore.

“This might hurt a bit.” His eyes shut, I’m so close I can tell every single eyelash from the next. I see the pores on his cheeks. I see the faint glares of tiny other scars he has in other parts of his face, hidden around his hairline, dressing his jaw. I notice his hand still hasn’t left my waist.

“I’m used to it,” Matt says. I’m sure he is. I close in with my body, my panties scratching against his sweatpants. We both breathe in deep. I feel a little wetness slowly trickling down to my underwear. His hands hold me strongly but providing room for me to move. His thigh is firm and warm under the fabric, giving in perfect pressure around some sensitive parts of mine.

I try keeping my cool and start the suture. His face flinches slightly as I poke him with the needle, and I only see him through the shimmer of the lights outside. It’s enough to get it done. It takes 4 stitches. I knot the end of it, but remember how I left the scissors on the table when rummaging the bag. My heart is beating loud, not sure if worried I’m messing this up or trying to keep my body from seeping in his pants. I don’t want to ruin this positioning though, so I lean back to catch the scissors without leaving. He puts his hands up my torso, holding me up. Just as my hand grabs it, I start wondering how long we can keep this up without a turn of events where both of us are naked. I’d say 5 minutes. I cut the thread but neither of us moves to make me leave.

“It’s done. You’ll live.”

“I’m sure.” He smiles. “Are you in a hurry?”

“God, no.”

“Good.” His hands go down on my body and then up my thighs, rubbing once more while my skin prickles by our close contact. He picks up the needle and scissors from me, puts them on the ground, leaning into my ear. His hot breath touches my neck. “I’ll make you feel things no one has ever done before.”

I believe every second of it. A soft moan comes from my mouth. The tips of my toes are touching the floor and I push myself on his thigh. He grunts and bites my neck, licking and kissing it after. “You like grinding on my thigh?”

One of my hands is resting on his chest and the other I move to pull on his thick hair. He snakes one of his hands to find my uncovered nipples and his heavy hand pinches one of them. He suddenly slaps my thigh hard and I whimper loudly. “Answer.”

“Yes. I love it. Fuck, Matthew.”

He leans back in the chair, hands on my hips and smiles at me, waiting.

“Undress,” he asks simply. I moan at how demanding he is on what he wants. I get up and take my long tee and panties off. Matthew does the same with his shirt and pants, no underwear.

“Come on then,” he says. “I want to feel you dripping on my leg.” Both my hands grasp his shoulders, bracing myself as I join him again. His entire body is a work of art, perfectly muscular, lean. My wet pussy sits right on his thigh and I start off slow but there’s no hiding how much I enjoy feeling him between my legs. My head drops and opening my eyes I can see his hard dick, neglected, throbbing between us. I lick my lips in want but don’t let up on humping him.

Matt comes forth and licks my lower lip so slow I might be dreaming. I realize this is the first time his lips have touched mine but I’m already intoxicated. His hands touch my breasts and massages them, touching the nipples, pulling them even. I’m so close to coming, the moans falling from my mouth are long gone into hard breaths and Matthew kisses me, holding the back of my head and my waist as my hips keep moving. His tongue sensuously touches mine, the stubble on his face roughly grazing my chin and I suddenly come, wetting his thigh even more. He smiles while kissing me and bites my lower lip. “Good girl. What do you want?”

“I wanna feel your cock in my mouth.”

He smiles openly and sucks my nipples one by one circling them, kissing and biting my breasts. I sigh. “There’ll be time for that later.”

Matthew pushes me up and leads me to the couch. “Let me thank you for taking care of me,” he says. Turning my back to him, he pushes me softly to kneel on the couch. I bring my hands to the back of the couch and lower my head between them, waiting for his next move. Matthew’s dick slowly coats himself in my wetness, grazing all over my sensitive clit and I shudder. My legs falter and his other hand holds my hip in place. I lick and bite my lips to keep from being too loud but to no avail when he puts his heavy head right on my entrance and stops moving.

“Do you want me to fuck you?” He asks. I writhe and whimper waiting for him to fill me. He slaps my ass and fills me up all at once making me scream in pleasure.

“Since you didn’t answer, twice, if you moan, I stop,” he warns me. Matthew starts a punishing pace, going slow and the deepest anyone had ever been. His cock is thick and his head drags along my softest spot. He licks his fingers and puts them against my clit without even moving, just letting the drag and sway of our hips torture me. I bite my lip, my arm, the sofa, anything I can put my mouth on to keep me from moaning but keep pushing back against his cock wanting him even faster, but he doesn’t want me to get off so easily. I look back to see him frowning and focused.

“You’re being so quiet, I think you deserve some reward. Tell me what you want,” he swats my ass cheek. I yelp and take a heartbeat to start begging.

“Oh please, Matthew, please, move faster, let me come.”

“Scream for me.”

Matthew grabs my hair and pulls to him so my head is off the couch while drilling into me, rubbing my clit with his fingers. I scream his name over and over again until I’m on the verge of falling off a cliff.

“Fuck, Matthew, come inside me, please, YES.” My walls start clenching around him and his grip on my hair and hips is so tight I can barely shudder. My body goes taut and I feel him fill me up. I moan loudly and he grunts, letting go of my hair, leaving my scalp hurting - but such good pain. He pulls out of me and puts his fingers to my dripping pussy before we both collapse on the couch, breathing heavily and smiling at the feel.

“My friends call me Matt.”

“Ok, Matthew.”

He chuckles. “Don’t start.”

“Give me 10 minutes.”

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Written by Liri & Naomi (buckmeinthebarnes) Characters: Tom Holland x Reader Words: 3584 Rating: E (explicit smut) Warning: oral sex, nsfw content

Prompt: In his dreams, Tom wanted it to be special, a night to remember. In reality, it was so much more.

I had thought about it many times. I didn’t want it to be just another event in my life. I wanted it to be meaningful. Laugh all you want, I know it’s a bit of a conservative view on the subject. It could’ve happened a few times before, but it never felt right. It never felt like her.

We’ve been dating for eight months now. Clearly, no one but my closest friends and family knows. I like to have her all to myself, protect her from the other side of my world. When we’re together, I’m no one other than Tom, or Tommy, knucklehead, or whichever name she gave me this week. I’d never laughed as loudly or truthfully as I do when I’m with her. I can be myself, not worry about anything; blindly trust in someone and feel genuinely joyful. It’s like being around your best friends and also being in love, it couldn’t be better.

And to be honest, the best of it is in the little things...

“You will not believe what I just found,” May walked in my bedroom with a paper bag from the market. “I think I have found the ugliest one yet.”

“NO,” I yelped in disbelief.

“Yes,” May nodded, feeling proud and impressed with her own achievement.

She sat by my side on the bed and took it out: an unofficial spider-man action figure who looked absolutely nothing like me and to be honest, it was kind of disfigured too. I was amazed. I looked at her and took the box, opening it up and taking a look at the little guy.

“Oh wow, you’ve outdone yourself.” I had a “not bad” expression on my face and was genuinely impressed.

“Does that mean I’m officially the queen of the entire universe?” she said, entitled and cocky. I couldn’t let that go by.

“Oh you wish,” I put the not-so-spider man on the side and started tickling her, guiding her to lay down in my bed.

“Stop, Tom! Thomas! I swear to… Please!” She couldn’t stop laughing and I couldn’t stop loving the sound of her laughter.

I eventually stopped, and looked down at her underneath me, breathless with a few last laughs coming out of her perfect lips. She looked back at me with that look. The look of someone who is in love with me, and only me. I couldn’t stop staring at her beautiful eyes, and as a bit of my hair was falling on my forehead, she took the time to gently put it back where it belonged.

I did a double take as I leaned in to kiss her, giving a small peck at first and then leaning in for a good one. The taste of her lips was something I was addicted to by now. I stopped the kiss to take a good look at her face, then just kissing her again, a little more eager. Her hand slowly made the way to my hair, entwining her fingers around it and pulling. An unexpected moan came out of the back of my throat. So unexpected we had to stop the kiss and look at each other. Then we started laughing and I hid my face in her neck. Her scent hypnotized me in seconds.

“Look what you do to me,” I whispered loud enough for her to hear.

She continued to caress my hair with her hands, not making it much easier.

“I kinda love what I can do to you,” I could hear the smile on her face. I looked back at her.

“Yeah?” I asked. “Yeah,” she answered.

I leaned in for another kiss because I just couldn’t stop kissing her. This turned slower and needy. I licked her lips asking for entrance, soon to be allowed to touch her tongue on mine. My right hand slid down her body, reaching her thigh and adjusting her under my body, getting us comfortable in bed. Then I made my way back up, slowly, reaching under her shirt, feeling her skin under my hand and the connection created instant goosebumps on both of us, my hand cherishing every inch of her torso. I was about to reach her breasts but took the opportunity to take off her shirt. Our lips went apart for a second, but as soon as she could, she brought me back to her, just as eager as I was.

We’ve been in this scenario a few times, where the making out goes into something more. Each time it started escalating faster, our bodies seeming impatient to feel one another. We did stop those other times before going all the way, talking about it, about us, about doing it. It wasn’t just something to do without a thought since both of us had never had sex before. To be honest, I was planning on something romantic, taking her somewhere, having a nice dinner, enjoying our time together, going to a hotel and spending the night just the two of us. I even thought about the whole rose petals thing, but she would probably laugh at my face cause of the overly cliche gesture. I thought about going big, making a gesture, a whole scenario to the moment.

She stopped kissing me just in time to say “Tom… I want this,” and I could no longer feel the air in my lungs.

“Are you sure?” Suddenly, I was feeling nervous and anxious, worried I might do something wrong, but also extremely excited about this.

“Hey, yes, I’m sure…” May could see right through me and my current state of anxiety, that was one of her many gifts. “It’s okay… you’re not gonna hurt me.”

“How can you know that?” I whispered weakly.

She looked straight into my eyes, “I know because I trust you”,

That was the moment I also knew. I didn’t need to do a big gesture. I didn’t need to plan the whole night, make it a big deal, buy all the jewelry in the world. To her, I was enough. And to me, she was enough. Everything else in my life was staged and this moment happened as naturally as I could’ve ever wished for. Everything just seemed right. We didn’t plan it. We didn’t think too much of it. We just knew we loved each other and wanted to be together.

I smiled and she was just the prettiest girl in the world, right under me. Our bodies pressed together, I was hovering over her, holding my weight on my forearms around her body. Softly, I lowered my face to her and licked her lower lip then nibbled on it gently. Her mouth was open and the warm breath of her sighs kept me sure I was doing well. Her hands went to the bottom of my t-shirt, touching my sides. I kneel in bed and toss it off for her and she bites her lip, looking at me in a sort of wonder.

“How I got all this I’ll never know,” she said.

If she only knew I felt the exact same way. May sat in bed before me, my legs kneeling around her thighs, and kissed my stomach as she could reach. Her left hand goes to my back, holding me and herself. I sigh and my arms goosebump at her soft tongue trailing around my torso. My hands fly to the back of her head and she suddenly stops.

“Sorry, is this ok?” she says, looking up at me all worried.

“Just caught me off guard. It’s great.”

She smiles and gives me a trail of kisses down to the top of my sweatpants, scraping her teeth a bit on my skin. I hiss and softly push her back on the bed. She looks at me confidently on how she can make me mad.

“You’re making it very hard to keep a straight mind.”

“Don’t,” she put it simply, taking my hand and pulling me in for a heated kiss. She parts her legs to bring me closer and my hard-on presses against her stomach. I let out a sigh and my closed eyes tighten in pleasure. She moans really softly through our kiss, I notice. I smile. Her cheeks redden. I place my hands behind her back, around the band of her bra. She nods a bit and I fumble with the tiny clasps, unable to take them off. My hands, usually so sure of themselves, push and pull around but it’s not working. May brings a single hand to her back, just under mine. She looks me in the eyes, snickers a bit off her nose.

“Here,” she undoes the clasps with one swift move. “I’ve been doing this a lot longer.”

I kiss her collarbone and carefully peel the bra off her, throwing it off the bed. Never keeping my eyes off hers, I lower and lower the kisses, licking the valley of her breasts. My hands hold her and rub circles around her ribcage. She’s watching me, seeing my every move. I kiss her left breast, over, under, around, avoiding her nipple and repeat it on the other. Her fingers in my scalp rub and scratch as I move and start becoming more demanding. I put my mouth over one of her nipples. Her back slightly arches off the bed and my tongue swirls around, licking, biting, flicking it, trying to find out what made her tick. My hand palms the other one to her surprise, pinching it a bit. She moans fully. Her breath becomes erratic and I trade hands and mouth, giving the other nipple a similar treatment.

“Oh, Tom…” Hearing her sweet whispers made me a bit nervous but even more enthralled by our actions. Her hands roam until she caresses me over my pants, just enough to make my entire body shiver. My eyes are sewed shut. She pulls me up by the chin, kissing me. May backs up and bites her lip, eyes avoiding mine nervously.

“Hey, are you ok? Is this going too fast? Wanna take a break?”

“No, no… I just…”

“Yeah, love? You can tell me.” I push back a lock of her hair behind her ear, not helping myself from looking at her red lips, so delicious. She gives me a gentle shove to get up from the bed and I do, giving her a bit of space. May proceeds to push me to sit on the bed and kneels before me. “Oh… God,” I mutter, realizing.

“I have no idea what I’m doing so could you... help me through?” she says, really shyly, seating over her ankles with her hands on her thighs.

“You’re absolutely perfect.” I pick up her hands and put them around the elastic band on my pants, giving her a quick kiss. She touches my stomach and scratches a bit, leaving some red marks and I grit my teeth, loving every part of it. May looks up at me and hooks her fingers on both my pants and underwear, pulling it down a bit. I flex up so she can take them off. She does, carefully, watching every bit of my skin show up, the length of my cock until it bobs off.

Licking her lips, wanting, she keeps looking at me, taking it in. I step out of the sweatpants but never let my eyes leave her beautiful face, wanting nothing more than to feel her wet mouth around me. Her hot breath hits my wet tip and I screw my eyes shut for a second. Are you… sure you want to do this? might have been the hardest phrase I’ve ever had to utter. I want her to so bad my voice falters and all I can think of is how it’s going to feel but she’s just standing there biting her lip with her knees far apart and her breasts hanging out; I might not make it through the end of this.

May never answers though. She gets closer to my dripping cock and engulfs me entirely. The wetness of her mouth makes my head drop back immediately. She’s one surprise after another, taking me as far back as she can in her mouth without choking. I utter several cuss words cause nothing else comes to mind. She slowly goes up and down on me, mouth wide open, sloppily wet. I pick up her hair and hold it on the back of her head so it stays clear of her way, not guiding it in any way. She watches her teeth carefully, keeping both her hands gripping my thighs. May goes to the very head and puts pressure on it with her tongue flat against me, going down much tighter around me than before. My entire body reacts to that. I look down to see myself going in and out of her mouth and it’s driving me insane.

“Fuck. If you keep… going like that, I… might…”

Her loving innocent eyes look up at me never stopping the sweet torture. More than that, she picks up the pace and starts moaning around me in a way I’d never heard her do before. I can feel myself throbbing in her mouth, my stomach clenching. “May, please…”

It’s like every time I say something she gets more confident, bolder, sucking me off so well I start pushing and pulling her hair according to her moves. Out of nowhere, everything I see is light and I can’t do anything about it. I come right in her mouth, and she doesn’t let up until I pull her away a bit.

“Oh fuck, I’m so sorry, I just… fuck, I didn’t mean to.” I just look at her apologizing profusely, feeling my face go hot. Wasn’t supposed to go this way, I didn’t even warn her and I couldn’t keep it from happening. May swallows my cum right before my eyes and licks her swollen lips, sitting back at her ankles. I run my hand through my hair. “Fuck.”

“Good?”

I pull her up from the floor and bring her to bed under me. “Incredible. I’m sorry. I should’ve warned you. I… might need a bit to recover and… I’m just… sorry.”

“Stop being sorry. I loved it. You… actually taste really good,” she avoids my eyes. I flip her to be under me.

“Well, I... should need a couple of minutes,” I say, getting really close to her mouth. Her right hand caresses my hair and the left one goes to my back. “What should we do next…?”

I kiss her fully, still feeling a tinge of myself in her mouth. I touch both her breasts and go down to kiss her neck. I give her full kisses on the crook of her neck, licking and mouthing, she writhes beneath me. I scrape my teeth slightly over the kissed spot. She whines a bit. “Harder.” I back up a little, in hesitation, not meaning to hurt her at all. The hand she has on my head pushes me to it, leaving no doubt of what she wanted me to do. I bite the same spot I was focused on, watching her entire back arch far from the bed, touching my torso with her naked body as May gives the most delicious moan out. “God…”, she says. My hands move down her body till I reach her jeans. I manage to unbutton it and she gives no signs of a second thought.

I pull down her jeans and see her, all laid out for me, just perfect. She just stares at me, breathing erratically, a hazed look in her eyes. I stand between her legs and touch her thighs with the tip of my fingers. Holding her hips down, I move forward and touch my face to the bottom of her sweet black panties. My nose, my lips, giving her the slowest kiss I ever did.

“I don’t want to sound creepy, but… You smell amazing. I can’t get enough of you,” I confessed, loving the way I made her blush with that intimate comment.

I can feel her seeping underwear, her parting lips. May holds my head and moves her body on my face, we both moan. I lick both sides of where her underwear meets her thighs and start to peel them off her. Tossing them out, I kiss her entire leg slowly, ankles, calves, knees, inner thighs and take a deep breath seeing how gorgeous she looked, all for me. Her hips can’t stop moving, desperately in need.

“Please…”

“Show me.”

“Wh-what?” nervously she looked down at me, eyes huge from my request.

“I want to see how you touch yourself.”

“Tom…”

I pick up her right hand, putting her fingers in my mouth and looking deep into her eyes. Her mouth pops open, voiceless. I leave her fingers glistening and bring her hand in between her legs. She moans at the contact and tentatively rubs her swollen clit slowly. Hypnotized, I cannot avert my eyes from all the wetness running through her thighs. Swerving her hips in sync with her fingers, she suddenly moves on to putting them inside her. I start pumping myself in my hand, not able to help it. May looks up and sees me, masturbating to the looks of her and moans loudly.

I hold her wrist with my hand and pull her fingers out, putting them on my hair. I bring my fingers to her mouth and she gladly sucks all over them, unabashedly. Pinching one of her nipples on the way, I follow her example and put two fingers inside her. With my two fingers moving in and out, I lower my tongue to meet her clit, kissing it as if I was kissing her mouth. She swears loudly and I circle it, focused on keeping her wet and hot. I hear her moans and sharp breaths and pleads for attention. Closing my eyes, my mouth and fingers work together in rhythm and her hips respond with a thrust to meet me every time.

“Oh please…. Faster,” she coyly whispers. I put some pressure on my tongue and speed up my fingers. “Can I…?” I grunt against her, never letting go, feeling her inner walls flutter against my finger. “I’m gonna….” Her entire back leaves the bed, shaking uncontrollably, moaning in short screams and holding my head on the spot. I feel like I’m gonna explode of wanting her so much. I love every second of seeing her like this because of me, because of what we’re doing. As soon as she stops shivering under me I lay off and pull my fingers out, earning a moan.

“Do you want to rest a bit? Wanna stop?” I ask while going back to meeting our lips in a sweet, loving kiss.

“Not a chance,” she smiles during our kiss. “I want to feel you.”

I pick up a condom from the drawer, fumble with it a little before getting it right. Then, with our bodies so close to each other, I hover over her, touching her chest to mine, her thighs against my legs. I lower my hand between our bodies and line up against her. Takes a moment or two to get it right but as the head of my cock slides into her, we both make the loudest noises. I’m holding everything I have to take this as slow as she needs it. Her eyes are tightly shut, a breathy moan from her parted lips, her nails drilling into my upper arms is the only thing keeping me down to Earth. I push in as slowly as I can and every inch of her is wet and slick and warm and impossibly tight. She doesn’t tell me to but I take a couple of pauses until my dick is entirely inside of her, giving her time to adjust. Our breaths are completely ragged, I kiss her as if nothing else matters. She whispers in my lips.

“Move.”

And so I do. I pull out of her and into her, dragging our bodies against each other, whispering how amazing she feels to me. She moans my name, each time less painful, more pleasing than the last. Her wetness covers me entirely and my mind is reeling thinking of nothing but how incredible she is and how not even being done, I can’t wait to start over. I feel a need to come closer to her, to drive deeper, to make her louder and needier. My cock brushes every inch of her pussy, I bury my face in her shoulder.

“Oh God, don’t move away,” she begs. I wouldn’t dream of it. Her hands grab anything they can touch, my hair and arm. Her legs wrap around my body coming closer and closer to me. I’m so deep into her we can only grind against each other, her clit brushing harshly against my pubic bone.

“Baby, please,” I say. Her pussy starts slowly clenching around me in rhythm and I didn’t think this could get better but I was wrong. I can’t let up.

“Tom…” She whispers ever so softly.

“Yeah?” It was so hard for me to think straight and form sentences, but I tried.

“Make me come…” She cries, already falling apart under me. It’s hard for me to concentrate after hearing what she just said, but my entire focus is her now. We start moving again, slowly regaining speed and being more comfortable by the second. Her body connects with mine faster and vibrates around me, she shivers in pleasure and I don’t wait a single second to come right after her. We stay there for a second, taking deep breaths and slowly untangling from each other.

When I pull out she moans again and I’m so glad to hear that sound. “Did I hurt you?”

Still regaining control of her breathing, she laughs. “Shut up.”

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”