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kinamiiii · 8 days ago

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So. I saw this picture. He looks so soft and huggable. Therefore my brain spat this out. Obvi I love chubby grump Bucky who can F U C K

Rating: Explicit

Word count: 2, 623 words

Synopsis: Bucky is having a mid-life crisis at 100 something years. His girlfriend is an aggravating little angel shit who doesn’t understand why. Cue pool time and ripped blonde superheroes making poor Bucky extra grumpy.

Tags: Chubby!bucky, avenger!reader, size difference, age gap (twenties and technically late thirties), pnv!sex, daddy kink, Bucky’s hating ass internal dialogue, the reader is a slut for the extra Fluff, pwp, fluff and smut, him Jealous, and Big, I tried to make it humorous heehee

Poolside blues

It was hot. Bucky sucked on his popsicle angrily, sulking under an umbrella. He wore his t-shirt even in the blazing heat. Bucky grimaced at the cloth sticking to his skin, pulling at the fabric with a huff. He didn’t want to run around shirtless when the likes of Steve and Thor were basking in the sun— the golden gods they were.

So Bucky sucked on his popsicle, his fourth one already. He flexed his metal fist, cursing it for being such an eye sore. The assassin was convinced his body had it out for him. Mess of a shoulder, ropey bullet scars, and way too much extra weight he didn’t ask for. Bucky stared down at the soft flesh adorning his midsection, lips twisting into a frown.

Hydra had royally fucked his metabolism up, serum or not. Add a plethora of mood stabilizers and Bucky looked like a damn chipmunk hoarding up for the winter. His girlfriend thought it was cute, cooing and pinching his fleshy hip. Bucky did not think it was ‘cute’. He’d never been like this in his over-extended life. Soft.

He’d held thick muscle since the serum and kept that up at the least. The brunette worked out religiously to rid himself of that extra pudge. Now he was jacked with the stupid layer over it— making him feel like a bulky lummox. Therefore if he was going to sweat to death by the pool, so be it.

Bucky’s icy eyes flickered to his best girl playing around with Thor in the water. She giggled and batted at the blonde god while he picked her tiny frame up. The brunette’s eye twitched while gripping his popsicle stick until it crushed. His girlfriend was too cute for her own good, often drawing attention from the other sex.

“Are you just going to drill holes in them with your mind or get in the pool?”

Bucky glared at his oldest friend. Steve smiled down softly, big hands on his waspy waist. He grumbled, “I’m fine. Punk.” The blonde teased, “That’s why your shirt is soaked then huh? Go get in the water you’re making me miserable looking at ya.”

“Nope,” Bucky shot back, popping the ‘p’.

Steve sighed and dove into the huge pool. Bucky pouted efficiently from the side-lines. Thor had his stupid blonde hair and stupid white teeth and stupid washboard abs. His girlfriend appeared in his line of sight, her brows knitted in concern. Bucky attempted to not stare at her perky tits— nipples peaked under her blue strappy bikini.

She hummed, “I can feel you drowning in self-pity over here. Why don’t you get in babe?”

He was staring at her tits now, he didn’t care, not really. Bucky shrugged, “You have fun I’m fine over here. Thor is waiting.” She narrowed her eyes up at him, pushing back damp hair. Bucky licked his lips, holding the woman’s glare.

In a swift motion she launched onto the concrete.

Clambering up she swayed toward the grumpy man, droplets running down her tight body. Bucky took in the view, getting lost in it really. He could watch her all day and sometimes would. The assassin grunted as she plopped onto his lazily spread thighs, soaking him. Bucky hissed, “What was that for?”

The coolness of her skin felt amazing. He willed himself to not pop wood in front of the few teammates milling around. His girl leaned over, breasts about to spill, and pressed against his padded chest. She simpered, “Buck, c’mon, you know no one around here cares. You’re perfect.”

Bucky snorted, “To you, maybe.”

She frowned and lightly slapped at his shoulder, lips pouting. Bucky hated when the pretty thing pouted— he somehow would up doing what she wanted in the first place.

Every. Single. Time.

She ran a finger down his chest, big eyes begging, “Get in the pool, please? You look so upset over here and that makes me sad.”

Once again Bucky lost to her feminine wiles, groaning out a strained ‘fine’. Her mouth split into a toothy smile, cheering, “Yay!” He rolled his eyes at her enthusiasm. Sometimes Bucky forgot she was a little over ten years his junior. If one took off the cryogenically frozen periods. She hopped back into the water, eyes eagerly flickering to the side.

Bucky hauled himself up and reluctantly peeled off his dark shirt, revealing his pale skin and soft parts. He willed himself to not curl into a ball or run away screeching. Steve wolf-whistled, sending an embarrassed flush across the brunette’s full cheeks. He barked, “Knock it off Rogers!”

Sam, as always, had ESP for people flustering Bucky. He shouted from the grill, “Looking thick my man! Whole slice of beef!” The assassin was convinced he was going to self combust, sliding into the water to cover himself up. His girlfriend snickered when Bucky resurfaced from his shame dive, splashing his face.

He frowned down at her, the spitfire raising a brow in challenge. Bucky slung her over a thick shoulder, hand across the backs of her thighs. She laughed and kicked, playfully squirming. Bucky had half a mind to leave a mark on her ass, show the Asgardian who she really belonged to. She stopped thrashing and murmured, “If you do not stop being jeal-“

The assassin cut her off when he dunked under the water. She spluttered and cursed at him, Bucky laughing, “Sorry sweets, what were you saying?”

“Put me down or I’m ripping your hair out!,” she howled. He chuckled and slowly let the angry avenger down. She shook her head, flicking the sensitive skin below his belly button. Bucky winced and gaped petulantly— horribly trying to block of the feeling of jiggle. The woman latched back onto him, pressing a feathery kiss to his bearded jaw. With a dirty smirk, spirits lifted, Bucky led them to the shelf in the deep end.

Sitting back he groped at her ass under the water, earning a squawk and another slap in return. She whispered angrily, “Stop that! Not in public!” Bucky grinned dumbly, eyes flickering to her perky chest. He apologized, saccharine sweet, “Sorry baby, you’re just so pretty I couldn’t help myself.”

Tony Stark and Natasha approached the pool, him lowering his sunglasses at the pair. Stark sipped his drink and loudly observed, “Horndogs at it again. Barnes you’re a nasty old man, you know that?”

Sam sniped, “They call him Bucknasty for a reason!”

Bucky’s temples throbbed with annoyance. He shouted at Sam, “No one calls me that but you! Bird brain!” He needed to scoop the girl up and take off— now. Steve was howling with laughter, hand slapping his chest, Thor smiling in confusion. She turned and grinned at Tony, “He’s my nasty old man.” The woman laid an exaggerated kiss on his cheek. Stark pretended to gag and situated himself in a lounge chair. Natasha’s lips quirked up, green eyes sparkling with amusement.

Bucky rumbled quietly, “I’ll show you nasty if you keep it up acting like that in my lap.”

Her tits bounced when she inhaled sharply, shit-eating grin falling from her face. Bucky lecherously grabbed another handful of ass for example. Her voice quavered when she weakly replied, “Very funny Buck. Not in front of everyone!”

“I’m not being funny. Seeing you getting flipped around by the blondes has me feeling…some type of way.”

Bucky was proud of his updated lingo, courtesy of the sexy trembling thing in front of him. She huffed quietly, squirming minutely on his thick thighs. “Jesus Christ, they’re all going to know when we both leave.”

“I think Clint complaining about us being loud all the time lets the team know what the deal is,” he smoothly pointed out.

With another harsh look Bucky regretfully watched her get out of the pool. Now he had to walk in front of everyone without a safety blanket again. He briskly climbed out after her, keeping his eyes focused ahead. Tony complimented, “Looking yoked there Barnes, trying to bulk right now?”

Bucky wanted to hiss at the billionaire like a feral cat. He felt like he’d been bulking for months. Just not allowed to cut— so sayeth the metabolism. He grabbed a towel and threw it around broad shoulders, aggravated with how his belly was on display. She was toweling her hair off.

“C’mon then you beast,” she snickered.

“Beast?,” he echoed.

Bucky hauled her up again, the smaller one yelping. He snatched his sweaty shirt up and carried her to the elevator. She sarcastically questioned, “Do you always have to carry me around like a caveman when you get jealous?” Bucky grunted in agreement, thumbing at the soft skin of her thighs.

She said, “You do know I only think about you, like, all the time.” Bucky couldn’t help but let his heart skip a beat. Still he whinged, “I don’t know why when there’s all these… ripped guys hanging around.” His girlfriend scoffed and rolled her doe eyes. She remained quiet on the walk, ensuing quiet ride up the elevator, and the remainder of the trip to his rooms.

Deposited on the bed she informed Bucky, “No matter how many times you shrug it off, I think you’re really hot. I like a little fluff on my men.” The brunette shook his head, crawling onto the covers. He muttered, “I don’t. I follow you around like some goddamn oaf.”

She pinched his cheek, grinding out, “You’re a little soft and I happen to enjoy you fucking me into the bed. Stubborn mule.” Bucky’s dick twitched at her words, grabbing an ankle to pull her closer. She continued matter-of-factly, “It’s also nice to have my big scary boyfriend behind me. It turns me on.”

Bucky peered at her, face set in suspicion. She ran a hand down his side, finishing it’s path at the laces of his swim trunks. Her face was cutely set in determination, deft hands untying the shorts. The assassin groaned low in his throat as the cloth fell down, exposing his aching cock. He climbed out of them and threw the shorts across the room.

Bucky eyed her up, watching her cheeks heat at his gaze. He gently positioned himself between her legs, pointedly keeping his weight off to her chagrin. Bucky sealed his watering mouth over a covered nipple, sucking eagerly. She whined and flexed under him, thighs wrapping around his hips.

“Ah! Buck!”

Her long lashes fluttered when his other hand untied the strings on the top. Bucky eased off the flimsy fabric, whistling lowly at her full tits. He nipped and flicked his tongue on a peaked bud, tweaking the other. She cried out, rutting up against his heavy cock.

Bucky’s lips split into a grin when he realized she was also untying her bottoms with shaky hands. He pulled off a nipple and teased, “That needy for it, huh?” She yanked off the offending fabric with a nibble at his jaw. Bucky would purr in contentment if he could. Until the nip at the flesh under his chin— which granted he has always had but still didn’t appreciate it.

He grumbled and lightly swatted her ass with a grimace. She mused, “You’re so hot. Honestly. I wish you would believe me Buck.” The assassin ignored her comment, instead sucking marks on her collarbone. She writhed underneath him, the wetness of her pussy sliding against him. The woman whimpered, hands holding his cheeks insistently, “C’mon and fuck me, please daddy.”

Bucky almost exploded, came back, just to explode again into a puddle of goo. She wanted to play like that today. He gripped her hips with low moan, eyes traveling up the expanse of skin. His girlfriend’s chest heaved, eyes darkly glazed. Bucky growled, “Y’want me to fuck you? Shouldn’t daddy finger you first?”

Huff. She shook her head no, dragging the molten slick across his need. Softly she begged, “C’mon daddy please, want to feel the stretch, need you.” Bucky’s eyes rolled in sheer desire, nudging the blunt head of his cock against her opening. He slid in with a curse, eyes clenching shut.

She was snug as always around him, pulsing and seemingly sucking Bucky in. The woman whimpered, wrapping her arms around his neck and shoulders. She gasped, “So big, fuck daddy, don’t stop!” Bucky was not going to stop unless he magically disappeared.

He braced an arm beside her pretty flushed face to get leverage. With a lewd smack Bucky clapped his hips into her, enjoying the wanton whine. The brunette pulled back to give another roll of his hips, moaning lowly. He got into the rhythm he knew she liked— slow but forceful. Bucky smiled down, cooing.

“You’re so pretty babygirl, taking me so well,” he emphasized with a deep thrust. She clawed at his shoulders, pressing sloppy kisses to his throat. Wide eyes met his, her breathing, “No you’re pretty.” Bucky narrowed his lids, apparently his girl wanted to be a little shit.

“I don’t understand why you won’t let me- shit! Daddy!,” she cried out with a smile, “Compliment you!” Bucky picked her legs up and hiked them higher, driving his hips into that silky-soft spot. He grunted in pleasure as she arched and yanked at his hair, mouth hung open with punched out ‘ah’s’.

Bucky rumbled, “I don’t like it- fuck sweets so tight- because it’s exaggerated!” He was panting with exertion now, reveling in the tell-tale slaps of skin echoing. The petite Avenger under him whimpered when Bucky hit her g-spot dead on, tears pricking her eyes. Bucky kissed a droplet, murmuring sweet nothings.

“Keep fucking me daddy, I’m gonna hah- cum!,” she wailed. Bucky urged, “Yeah babydoll, want you to, c’mon need it.” He thumbed around her clit, breathing into her lax mouth, swallowing up those broken keens. She sobbed his name into the kiss, clawing and scrabbling when she clamped down on him. Bucky’s eyes rolled up at the pulsing and gush of slick, fucking her through the orgasm.

His baby’s loud keens turns into little whimpers as he kept thrusting into her tight body. She quavered, “Cum in me please daddy!” The woman nipped along his jaw again, rubbing at his flexing ass. Bucky felt his lower belly tighten, a swirling fog gathering in his brain purely driven by need. He growled, “I’m gonna fill that sweet pussy up, you want that from Daddy, huh?”

“Yes, yes, yes!”

Ask and one shall receive. Bucky felt his balls draw up and he came with an embarrassingly slutty groan. He drooled onto her neck, gasping through the brunt of his body emptying into her wet heat. She cooed, “Oh, so good, ah thank you daddy.” Bucky collapsed halfway onto his girlfriend, still firmly snug inside.

She rubbed a trembling hand across his bloodied shoulders, serumed body already working on knitting the claw marks back up. Bucky simply breathed, unable to come up with intelligent words. His brain had probably shot out of his dick. She maddeningly caressed his, ugh, love handle.

Bucky groaned, “Stop it.”

She retracted the touch and rasped, throat bruised from yelling, “One day I’m going to convince you Buck. Perfect as you are.” Bucky snorted, “We’ll see about that.” He softened at her lithe hands pushing his sweaty hair back, grinning like he’d hung the moon. He murmured, “You’re going to be the death of me.”

She giggled and cuddled up like a damn koala. Bucky didn’t truly mind, albeit she may be delusional and think overweight one hundred year old former assassins are sexy. He was glad he’d been able to find the loon, all his to boot. Bucky shook his head in amusement, the feeling of her sharp teeth on his chin again, him starting to protest.

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kinamiiii · 9 days ago

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Nasty Bucky

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Summary: Bucky eats you out and he’s nasty about it

Warning: ABSOLUTE FILTH, Bucky eating your pussy, smut smut smuttt, cum eating, pussy spanking

Word count: 1k+

Nasty!Bucky who spits on your pussy while eating you out just to watch it slide down your puffy folds until it dips to your entrance. shoving his tongue inside your hole and fucking his saliva deeper inside, chuckling against you when he feels you clench around his hot tongue. “you like that, sweetheart?” words hot and thick against your sticky cunt.

Bucky gets impatient with not having an answer and pulls away just to spank your pussy, using his metal hand. “asked you a question,” he says sternly, catching your attention. you immediately squeal, voice breaking with a “y-yes! oh god, i love it, Bucky!” you can barely make out a muffled, “good girl, just needa use your words f’me” before he’s spreading your folds open wide, watching as you blossom pink and flushed for him before licking up your slit and sucking your clit directly into his mouth.

Nasty!Bucky who lets his tongue wander when he’s going down on you, slipping inside your ass and feeling your pussy clench around his metal fingers that are still stuffing your cunt full. “quit squirmin’, doll,” he pulls his fingers out, coated in your slick, just to meanly slap your pussy, again, twice before spreading your thighs further.

His tongue licking around your puckered hole, “gonna let me fuck you? want me to fill you up the way no man ever has?” his voice deep and rough, eyes flaring with something possessive, getting off on corrupting you.

Nasty!Bucky who fucks you hard just to see you squirt all over him. his thrusts are nothing short of cruel, swollen tip pushing against your abused g-spot over and over again. you feel the pressure building, your thighs threatening to close from the intense feeling but Bucky won’t have it.

His strong palms are shoving your legs apart and driving his hips even harder into the same spot. you try to warn him, voice wavering with each rough crash of his pelvis against your ass, but he only presses his hand down on your lower stomach, amplifying the sensation until you finally spray.

His chest is glistening from your gushing pussy and you feel a wave of embarrassment knowing you’re the direct cause for the sheen on his abs. Before you can think too much about it, Bucky’s pulling out and diving face first into your cunt. “Hey hey, it’s okay sweet girl, you just needed a good fucking huh?”

He licks at your folds, thumb rubbing harsh circles into your clit as your juices continue to flood his face despite you trying your hardest to make it stop. he runs his face back and forth across your silky skin and groans hoarsely, basking in your taste as he shoves his tongue inside your pussy.

“James!! s’ too much—fuck!” you cry out, muscles giving out as you try to push his head away. he pulls his head back only to spit on your pussy, giving her two more rushed licks before sitting up on his knees once more, stroking his cock and fucking you right back in the same rhythm, a dirty combination of slick and squirt decorating the lower half of his face, coating his lips and that damn smirk you love so much.

Nasty!Bucky who fucks you in missionary just to watch you cry. the way he rams his cock into you is nothing short of mean, his eyes half lidded in lust and his fingers intertwined with your own as he holds them above your head. you’re rendered helpless, forced to take every rough thrust of his hips even when it’s too much. your cunt begins clenching around him too tight, the slight pain that the stretch of his fat cock gives you growing more intense with each relentless thrust.

You can’t even help the big tears welling up in your lash line or your bottom lip quivering as you begin to pout at him. “B-Buck, it’s too deep. fuck, you’re too deep!” you begin to whine out, head turning back and forth against the plush pillow, body being run for all its worth and feeling the twitches throughout your frame in an unfamiliar pattern—you’re at your limit. and he’s still not through.

“just gotta make sure i get all of it, you know this, doll,” his nose is dragging along the column of your throat, his balls slapping wetly against your ass as he ensures every inch of his cock is snug inside your overstimulated pussy. your eyes shut and the tears begin to fall, your heels digging into the dip of his spine to pull him even deeper, body conflicting itself and somehow still begging for more.

“there she is, that’s—fuck sakes—that’s my good girl,” he praises once he feels you pulling him in even closer, head pulling back to look you in the eyes before flattening his tongue against your jaw, licking all the way up your cheek and savoring the salty taste of your tears.

“taste so sweet. you’re cryin’ for it. My baby’s poor little pussy can’t get enough even with all your whinin’,” his words are punctuated with a soft chuckle before he begins lapping at the opposite side of your face. his wet tongue moves slowly across your skin, the humiliation causing soft sobs to fall from your swollen lips but his hips never stop moving. his leaky tip rams against your cervix with each thrust while he presses a wet kiss to the corner of your eye. “so pretty when you cry, we both know how much you want this, how much you need it.”

Nasty!Bucky who can't help himself from eating his own cum out of your pussy. he'd long since lost count of how many times he felt your cunt flutter around him, coming over and over from his insatiable desire to fuck you for all he's worth. he didn't give you time to recover after an orgasm, and if you're honest, you can't be sure you can tell the difference between one ending and the next one washing over your overstimulated body.

Bucky had inhumane stamina, the super serum obviously had its perks, and the bedroom happened to be one of the places it showcases the best. He can go for hours, never getting tired of your broken moans ringing through his ears or that frothy ring of your cum that coats the base of his cock. but when he does finally come, it doesn't mean he's anywhere close to being done with you. He could never get tired of you.

Nasty!Bucky who fills you with so much of his cum that it can't possibly all fit inside of your pussy. it spills out even with him still driving his hips forward to push it deeper, making a mess of your thighs, and his heavy balls as it overflows. The soft silk sheets beneath you now soaking with a mix of your cum. Bucky simply doesn't care and groans out in a raspy tone as he feels his orgasm last longer than normal, his cock somehow still filling you with more of his hot, sticky load.

When he eventually pulls out, he's immediately dropping to his stomach and pushing the backs of your thighs towards your chest. you've never looked so messy before, he's sure of it, as he licks up the thick stream of white pouring out of your sloppy folds. his eyes shut as he revels in the taste of your combined cum, bumping your clit with his nose while his tongue laps at your quivering entrance as he cleans up the mess he made of you.

He humps the sheets with messy thrusts, “open those eyes for me angel.” You open your eyes and Bucky groans against your cunt, he sucks and bites your clit and it has you whimpering. The look in his eyes is so soft in comparison to how he’s wrecking you. He kisses your clit and moans loudly, his cum spilling all over the sheets but his eyes never left yours.

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kinamiiii · 9 days ago

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Just Competitive

Title: Just Competitive

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Summary: Sam’s new gf keeps waking you up

Word Count: 2.5k

Warnings: /Explicit Content / 18+, Minors DNI, Established relationship Light possessiveness / dominance, Noise kink elements, Bucky gets competitive, fingering, unprotected sex

A/N: Ok so the other night I woke up at 2:30am and this is what happens when you ask the group chat what to do. @azriona This was your idea! (also sorry for everyone else who got edged in the chat)

Bucky rolled over, eyes still heavy with sleep, only to find you already wide awake- eyes on the ceiling, brows pinched in irritation.

“What’s wrong- ”

He didn’t even finish the sentence before he heard it.

Moaning. Loud, exaggerated, and frankly theatrical moaning. The kind that bounced off the thin apartment walls with no shame.

From the other side of the wall, Sam’s room.

Sam’s new girlfriend.

Bucky blinked at the ceiling, then turned toward the wall with a mix of annoyance and reluctant admiration. “Jesus,” he muttered. “She’s still going?”

You groaned, rubbing your face. “Twenty-five minutes. She’s been going off like a broken wind-up toy for twenty-five minutes, Bucky.” It was all too much right now. “It's 3 a.m.,” you whined, dragging a pillow over your face. “Why does everyone have to be loud now?”

Bucky chuckled, soft and gravelly, then pulled you into his chest, spooning you close. One arm wrapped around your waist, petting gently over your stomach.

“We knew it was gonna be an adjustment moving in with Sam,” he said, trying to soothe you.

You nuzzled in, only to freeze when the sound of the headboard started thumping against the wall.

Again.

“Oh come on,” you hissed. “What’s she trying to prove? She always gets like this when she knows I’m home.” A beat. “Tell me I don’t sound like that.”

Bucky didn’t answer. He just started kissing the side of your neck, slow and deliberate, his hand sneaking a little lower under the sheets.

“No, doll,” he murmured against your skin. “You sound so much better.” Another kiss, hotter now. “Prettier. Real.” His hand gripped your thigh and pulled it over his hip.

You squirmed, suddenly more awake, heat creeping up your cheeks.

He smirked. “Wanna put on a show of our own?”

You were about to swat him away, really, you were, but Bucky’s fingers were already sliding lower, finding that soft, puffy spot between your thighs, circling your clit with lazy precision. It wasn’t fair how practiced he was at this. How well he knew your body.

Your breath hitched, hips twitching back into him before you could stop yourself.

He snorted softly into your hair. “That’s it, sweetheart. Knew you’d warm up to the idea.”

You tried to sound annoyed. “I’m not trying to compete with her- ”

But your words dissolved into a soft gasp as one thick finger slipped inside you. The stretch made your back arch into him, thighs instinctively squeezing together around his hand.

“Oh, come on, beautiful,” Bucky drawled with a grin you could hear in his voice, “we can get you to do better than that.”

Your hand grabbed the edge of the blanket, already flushed with heat, trying not to give him the satisfaction. But then his thumb started stroking again, gentle, taunting circles on your clit, and your body betrayed you with a whimper.

“That’s better,” he cooed, finger curling just right. “Thought you said you don’t sound like her.” Another stroke. “But this? Baby, this is music.”

“Bucky- ” you tried to whisper a warning, but it broke apart halfway through, breath catching in your throat as he added a second finger, his arm tightening around your waist to hold you still while he played your body like a favorite song.

“Y’know,” he murmured into your neck, lips brushing your skin, “if she wants to perform, she should hear what a real show sounds like.”

His fingers plunged deeper, curling just so. You moaned, louder this time and Bucky groaned behind you, rutting his cock against your ass through his boxers, hard and throbbing.

“Fuck, that’s it. There’s my girl.”

He bit softly at your shoulder, then licked the spot to soothe it. “Think I could make you cry for me before she hits round four?”

You turned your head slightly, breathless and hot all over. “You’re awful.”

He grinned, kissing your cheek. “M’just competitive.”

“I think someone’s holding back…” Bucky murmured, voice all sweet mockery, hips grinding slow and deliberate into your ass while his fingers pumped inside you, unhurried but ruthless.

You whimpered, clutching the sheet with one hand and his metal wrist with the other, thighs trembling as he twisted just right, making your muscles clamp tight around his fingers.

“Ohh,” he laughed softly, low and warm in your neck. “There it is. That little clench- mm, yeah, you’re gettin’ close, huh?”

His thumb rolled over your clit in a tighter circle and your whole body jerked, a desperate moan catching in your throat.

You squeezed his wrist hard, but it wasn’t enough.

“Bucky- Buck, wait- no- ”

He knew what that meant. Knew you didn’t really want him to stop. That you were right on the edge. Which is exactly why he did.

He pulled his fingers out slow, wet and glistening, and you made a pitiful noise of protest that only made him smile wider.

“Aw, c’mon, sweetheart,” he said, already rolling you onto your back like you weighed nothing. “Don’t look at me like that.” He slotted himself between your thighs, pushing his boxers off. “You know I’m just tryin’ to help you live up to your potential.”

You glared up at him, flushed and needy, hips trying to chase his even before he lined himself up. But he didn’t push in right away. No, Bucky had to tease.

He ran his cock through your slick folds, tip dragging lazily up and down, tapping against your clit until your whole body twitched.

“Fuck, baby,” he growled, voice suddenly tight. “You’re already soaked. It didn’t take much- never does with you.”

He held your hips still, teasing the head of his cock along your slick folds again before finally giving in, slow, steady, thick. The tip nudged at your entrance before gliding up and down to smear your wetness, until your hips arched up in silent plea.

Then, finally, he pressed in just the tip, thick, hot, stretching you just enough to make your breath leave your chest in a broken gasp.

You arched, clutching his bicep. “auhh- ”

Bucky grinned.

“Better.”

He pushed in another inch, then another, groaning at how tight you were around him, your body pulling him deeper with every inch.

“You gonna give me those pretty sounds now, doll?” he whispered, rolling his hips just so. “Or do I gotta work for ‘em?”

You didn’t even get the chance to answer.

Because that was when the rhythmic thump-thump-thump of Sam’s headboard started agai Harder this time. His girl’s voice climbed an octave, all high-pitched gasps and theatrical moaning, just shy of pornographic.

And then- fuck- you heard Sam.

A low groan, unmistakable.

You buried your face in Bucky’s shoulder with a miserable whine.

You were screwed now.

Even in the near-darkness of the room, you could feel Bucky’s expression change, could sense his tongue poke into his cheek, his jaw flexing as he stared at the wall like he was personally offended.

“Oh, hell no,” he growled, pulling his hips back and snapping them forward, burying his cock deep, all the way in, dragging a sudden, guttural cry out of you before you could stop it.

“Bucky- !”

“That’s better,” he grunted, hand sliding under your thigh, hitching your leg up so he could angle himself deeper. “You let them have their noise. You’re gonna sing for me now.”

He started to move, slow but powerful thrusts that punched little gasps from your throat with every roll of his hips. You clung to his shoulders, eyes wide, trying to hold back, but it was useless. Every thrust forced a sound from you, each one a little louder than the last, your body unraveling beneath his.

You were already soaked, already there, and the feeling of him dragging along every nerve-ending inside you made you tremble. He was so deep, so heavy inside you, his hips grinding with purpose, like he was sculpting those sounds out of you.

“Not gonna let ‘em win, baby,” he whispered, breath hot against your lips. “Gonna fuck you so good you forget your own name. Let her try to moan louder than you- I dare her.”

His metal hand gripped the headboard behind you for leverage, and you swore it was about to start banging against the wall too. The creak of the bed and slap of skin echoed through the room.

“Bucky, fuck- ”

“There we go,” he praised, fucking into you harder, rougher now, each thrust rocking you up the bed. “That’s my girl. Soundin’ so pretty for me.”

You moaned helplessly, arching into him, fingers digging into his skin, and he was relentless, devoted to making you cry out louder than whatever was happening on the other side of that wall.

“You feel that, sweetheart?” he groaned, dragging his cock out slowly before slamming it back in, harder than before. “That’s it, let them know how good we fit. Let them know who’s makin’ you feel like this.”

You tried to answer, tried to form anything like a thought but it all shattered as he slammed into you again, grinding deep, and your breath hitched into a needy, helpless cry.

Your fingers clutched the pillow beside your head. Your legs trembled. You could barely keep your eyes open.

“Bucky- ”

He growled low, loving the way you moaned, loving the way your body trembled under his. Every sound you made spurred him on, every breathless whimper, every little hitch of your hips. He was drinking you in like he’d starved for it, worshipping every flutter and squeeze you gave him.

The girl next door let out another dramatic scream, the headboard knocking rhythmically against the wall, but all you could focus on was the way Bucky filled you, every inch of him, thick and hot and perfect inside you. The pressure of his cock dragged against that spot that made your spine bow, your thighs clenching around his hips instinctively.

Bucky grinned into your neck, not slowing. He fucked you through it- deliberate and deep, his hand sliding between you to circle your clit just to hear you sob again. The world was narrowed down to just the heat of your bodies and the slick slide of him inside you.

Nothing else mattered. Not the noise. Not the neighbors. Just the man above you, within you, around you, driving you out of your mind.

“That’s it, baby,” he panted, mouth against your throat. “Don’t hold back. Let me hear you. Let her hear you.”

You did.

You couldn’t not.

He was grinding into your spot now with every thrust, dragging his cock against it until your toes curled and your nails scraped his back. Your moans started coming louder, broken, desperate, real. It wasn’t a performance. It was a surrender.

“Ohh, fuck, you feel good,” you sobbed, voice high and shaky.

Bucky’s head dropped, his breath stuttering. “God, you sound so good.”

His voice cracked slightly as he rutted into you, deeper and harder, his grip tightening on your hip. "Fuck, baby... you’re squeezin’ me so tight- keep that up and I’m not gonna last."

His mouth found yours, messy, hungry, claiming you completely as his hips snapped faster, harder, losing the rhythm as he chased both of your releases like he needed them to win. Like it was a goddamn competition now.

And maybe it was.

His chest was heaving, breath ragged, as he braced himself above you, each thrust more urgent, more desperate than the last. Your fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him deeper into the kiss, swallowing each other's whimpers and gasps as he fucked you through the mounting tension building between you.

You cried out into his mouth when he hit just right, your back arching off the mattress, thighs shaking around his waist. Your whole body tensed, every muscle winding tight like a wire ready to snap.

“There. There- fuck, baby, I’ve got you- let go,” he rasped, holding you tight, grinding deeper, determined to take you with him.

And then you broke.

Your orgasm ripped through you with devastating force, your mouth falling open as a high, raw moan spilled out, his name dragged from your throat again and again. Your walls fluttered around him, soaking him as your thighs quivered, toes curling tight.

Bucky wasn’t far behind.

“Shit- fuck,” he gasped, hips stuttering as your body milked him. “Gonna fill you up, baby- fuck- take it- ”

With a shuddering groan, he buried himself to the hilt, cock twitching deep inside you as he spilled, filling you with hot pulses. His muscles tensed, arms locked tight around you, and he stayed there, shaking against your chest while your bodies trembled together.

The bedframe finally banged once- twice- against the wall, a perfect echo of your cries, before stillness settled over you both. Bucky sagged against you, chest heaving, lips brushing your jaw as he caught his breath, his body pressed so close it felt like you were still one- joined and molten and weightless in the aftermath.

Both of you were drenched in sweat, your skin sticking where it touched, the heat of your bodies radiating between tangled limbs. Your heart pounded against his chest, and his matched it beat for beat, steady and grounding as your fingers lazily traced the back of his neck.

You clung to him, dazed and utterly spent, your body still humming with the ghost of your climax, little shudders twitching through your thighs. You let your cheek rest against his shoulder, eyelids fluttering shut, the silence around you ringing like an echo chamber of the storm you'd just ridden together.

You were both loud, breathless, fucked-out messes in the dark- hair mussed, voices hoarse, sheets soaked beneath you.

And you didn’t care.

You didn’t care if they heard.

Hell, you hoped they did. Let Sam and his girlfriend have their act.

You had something better. Something real.

Bucky was still inside you, his cock softening but not leaving you, like even his body refused to let go. He nuzzled your cheek, one arm wrapping more tightly around your back, the other brushing his fingers gently through your hair. A tender kiss pressed against your temple as the muffled sounds from next door finally gave way to silence.

“Think we won that one,” he murmured, smug and sleepy.

You let out a breathless laugh, still shaking a little. “Think we both lost our minds.”

His arms tightened around you, possessive and soft all at once. “Worth it.”

You tilted your head up, eyes meeting his in the dark. “Think we woke Alpine?”

He snorted, mouth curving into a tired grin. “Probably."

You both chuckled quietly, your legs still wrapped around his hips, unwilling to break the closeness.

And then, in the stillness that followed, came the faintest sound, soft little wails starting up from the hallway. Mournful, high-pitched, and thoroughly dramatic.

“Speak of the devil...” you murmured against his shoulder.

Bucky huffed a laugh, burying his face in your hair. “Alpine’s filing a noise complaint.”

Neither of you said anything else after that. You didn’t need to. Not until you both heard the telltale noise of the little queen scratching at the door.

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kinamiiii · 11 days ago

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May or may not write a lil something about this. We’ll see what happens. 🤭

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kinamiiii · 14 days ago

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i like you *throws CW Bucky at you*

[pics/gifs from pinterest| anthony pic made by me]

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kinamiiii · 15 days ago

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if you’re comfortable writing smut for yelena, i think i might have one: reader is embarrassed about having a sexy dream about yelena—especially because despite being on the same team, they haven’t really hit it off, and reader suspects that yelena isn’t fond of her. reader tries to go about her day, ignoring both the dream she had AND yelena, but we all know how perceptive yelena is and she catches onto reader being weird and asks her what her deal is, and isn’t even the least bit shocked when she finally pries the sex dream information out of her 😂 (in fact, she’s so un-shocked and intrigued, that she proposes recreating the dream 👀)

just a lover - y.belova

yelena belova x fem!reader

・❥・summary: Though you would prefer to keep the fact that you’ve been inadvertently dreaming of your attractive Russian teammate under wraps, you overlooked one crucial fact: she’s way more perceptive than you give her credit for.

・❥・warnings: SMUT ‼️MINORS, DNI; one (1) spicy dream description (though not too descriptive, i don’t think?), R being weird and not handling her crush well in the slightest, top!yelena, more Russian petnames because i can and i want to, nipple sucking, grinding, fingering (r receiving), praise kink, two seconds of edging, lap riding, cute banter

・❥・word count: 3.9k

・❥・a/n: i’m on my period and feeling a lot of things, and writing this fic made me need Yelena biblically, but that’s neither here nor there. thanks for the request and hope you enjoy!

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It feels like it’s 100 degrees and climbing by the minute.

Your nerve endings are tingling, your head is swimming and you can’t think straight. The gorgeous blonde below you calls out sensual instructions to keep going, to keep moving against her as her calloused fingers grip your hips for purchase. A glorious sheen of sweat gathers in the hollow of her throat that you’d like to kiss away. The heat is almost too much to bear, and you’re so close to breaking that you can almost taste it.

That’s when she pushes herself up, catching her balance on one elbow as she pulls you down on top of her, your chest flush against her own, her hot breath fanning your neck as she whispers in your ear. “What are you waiting for? Come for me, y/n…”

You gasp awake as if your very breath is being torn from your lungs. A furtive glance around your room tells you that whatever you just experienced wasn’t real. Just a product of your incredibly horny imagination. “What…what the fuck…” you whisper to yourself in the dim lighting of your bedroom. The sun wasn’t even over the horizon yet, the pinkish-purple hue of dawn barely visible through your drawn curtains.

You whisper “what the fuck,” once more because it’s all that comes to mind as you run a hand through your matted hair. “Did that really just happen?” was the perplexed question that followed. And an incredibly appropriate one it was, because did that really just happen? Did you really just have a wet dream about Yelena?

Yelena, as in Yelena Belova. Your scary Russian teammate who wouldn’t have anything to do with you.

Well…that much had never really been confirmed or denied, but you assumed she wanted nothing to do with you based on the energy you were likely to receive from her whenever you made the mistake of light conversation

Sure, Yelena wasn’t exactly a social butterfly. But you’ve seen her let her guard down with Bob, with Ava, and even with Bucky sometimes. But when it came to you, you might as well have been dog shit on the bottom of her shoes.

The first time she brushed you off, you figured that she was having a bad day. Or an off day. Things were weird right now, and she wasn’t used to being part of a ‘team’. Hell, neither were you, and you completely understood that. But the more she continued to develop friendly (or at the very least, cordial) bonds with everyone except for you, the more and more discouraged you became.

And despite all of that, you held no animosity of any kind toward her. There was something admirable about the way she carried herself despite everything she’s been through. She knew how to look out for herself and she was damn tough. You actually liked her a lot. Maybe more than you anticipated given the dream that you just had. But all this time you’ve been around her? Seems a little late to realize that you might—

No. You shook the thought from your head before it could even think about forming. That’s not what that was. Your feelings for Yelena absolutely did not stray past platonic. As for why you had that dream? You chalked it up to the fact that you probably just wanted to get laid in general. It has been a while. And your vibrator was tired.

You dismiss any and all thoughts of Yelena, your dream, and whatever other weird feelings might’ve been lingering beneath the surface as you pull yourself from your bed and grab a shower. It was still quite early by the time you finished and got dressed though. There was a bit more brightness outside than when you first awoke, but if you had to guess, it was barely seven a.m. And since there was no mission or assignment today, you figured that everyone else was sleeping in. Which meant having the kitchen to yourself for at least an hour.

That thought was motivation enough to hurry downstairs, to soak up the peace and quiet in the tower that came with early mornings off. But once you reach the kitchen’s threshold, you realize that you’re not the only one who had that idea.

Yelena stands in the kitchen, her back to you as she mixes what seems to be some sort of batter in a bowl. She hasn’t noticed you yet, and for that, you’re grateful, because you’re trying to figure out how to unstick your tongue from the roof of your mouth.

Yelena is dressed in a white tank and black lounge shorts. You’re not sure if the spicy-sweet scent that hits you is her perfume or if she simply smells that divine naturally, but you don’t mind either way. And though you fight to keep your gaze above her neck, your eyes seem to have a mind of their own, taking in her toned arms, the line of her back, the sliver of skin at her waist where her tank top stops.

You want to back out of the kitchen and pretend you were never there. You definitely want to pretend like hadn’t just been ogling Yelena, but you can’t get your stupid feet to move. And it’s too late anyway. Yelena must feel your presence because she turns around, looking right at you. Your breath hitches.

“Good mo—“ Yelena starts, but before she can even finish the casual greeting, you rush to say. “Sorry, I thought I was the only one up,”

Yelena raises a brow. Your ears burn. And so does your face. And your neck. “I’ll just go,” you add.

“Well, you’re already here and I’m going to make waffles. You might as well stay,” Yelena says.

You swallow hard. Now that Yelena is turned to face you, you notice the way her cropped tank stops right above her belly button; a patch of her skin that you’ve never had the liberty of seeing before. Your dream flashes back through your mind—Yelena beneath you, her hands on your hips, and suddenly, you have to catch yourself on the counter behind you before your legs give out.

“That’s okay, I…I’m not that hungry,” you say, studiously avoiding Yelena’s very confused gaze.

“Why are you being so—“

“I’ll talk to you later,” you blurt, cutting Yelena off. Then, while still avoiding her gaze, you turn and rush out of the kitchen before she can ask you why you’re acting like an absolute freak.

***

By some miracle, you managed to avoid Yelena for the rest of the day, complete with finding excuses not to be in the same room with her and using Ava and Bob as carrier pigeons should you have a message to pass along to her. And though your methods were a bit unorthodox, and you definitely earned some raised eyebrows from Ava, you seemed to have successfully avoided your Russian teammate.

Or so you thought.

Around seven in the evening, after you’ve forgone dinner with the group and chose to have takeout in your room instead, you get a knock at your door. But before you have a chance to tell whoever it is that it’s open, the door knob turns and in struts Yelena. And suddenly, your heart is in your throat.

“It is later,” she says simply, closing the door behind her. “Time to tell me why you’ve been weird all day,”

“I haven’t been weird all day,” you reply on impulse. But even now, your gaze is somewhere around Yelena’s socked feet and you can’t meet her eyes.

“You’re being weird right now!” Yelena points out. “You can’t even look up at me. And all day, you’ve been practically racing out of the room any time I walk in. I have a hard time believing that you find me that scary,”

You scoffed. “It’s nothing. Don’t worry about it,”

“Don’t tell me not to—“

“You think I’m dumb or I don’t know, annoying or something,” you cut her off. “You don’t like me and it’s so obvious, so you don’t have to concern yourself with why I act the way I do. If I told you, you’d only make fun of me anyway,”

Yelena’s brows furrow and then her features soften just the slightest bit. “You think I don’t like you?” She asks.

You shrug, picking at a loose stitch on your duvet.

Yelena lets out a heavy exhale, raking a hand through her hair. “Look, I don’t dislike you, y/n. I may not be a fan of your constant optimism and cheerfulness, but I don’t dislike you. I’ve actually been impressed by you since the time I saw you stronghold that guy at the bar,”

You smile at the memory. A “girl’s night” that Ava had organized led the three of you to a nice bar. And some guy had seemed intent on ruining your night by ignoring your collective disinterest and constantly asking to take you home.

When Ava told him no for the tenth time, he got in her face which prompted you to wrench his arm behind his back, advising that he fuck off if he knew what was good for him. Your protective nature and your strength has been a surprise to both Ava and Yelena. But Ava had been the only one to voice that she was impressed. Until now.

“So, is that really why you’ve been evading me all day?” Yelena’s voice pulls you from your daydreaming. “Because you thought I disliked you?”

You mull over just how much you’re willing to share. “No, not exactly,” you say. “The real reason is a lot…” you grapple around in your mind for the right word as you look up at Yelena. “…odder,”

“Odd how?” Yelena prompts.

“Well, I had this dream and…” you trail off, biting your lip. “…and it was a lot,”

“So…a dream made you act weird?” Yelena’s tone is dubious.

You nod slowly.

“I’m still not really following,” Yelena says.

“You have to promise not to laugh,”

“Why would I—“

“Just promise. Please, Yelena?” Your pleading gaze is enough to make Yelena sigh and concede.

“Alright, fine. I promise I will not laugh. Now hurry up and spit it out. The suspense is killing me,” she says.

“I had an intimate dream,” the words rush out, falling into each other as you speak. “About you. That’s why I avoided you all day,”

You wait for your confession to land. You wait for the exclamations of disgust or embarrassment. But all you get is silence. And when you can’t take it anymore, you look up at Yelena, who’s expression is carefully neutral.

“Intimate how?” She asks.

You lift your arms and let them fall back down, exasperated. “God, it was a sex dream, Yelena, okay? I was…I dunno, riding you. And you were praising me the whole time,”

Yelena’s expression belies nothing, and if it weren’t for the fact that her pupils were slightly dilated, you wouldn’t have thought your confession made any impact on her.

It’s as if you blink and she’s stood right in front of your bed, looking down at you. Now, you have to tilt your head to look up at her. “In the dream, did you…” she trails off, expecting you to pick up her thought.

You do, and it makes nerves flutter low in your abdomen as you admit, “I woke up before I could get off,”

Yelena nods, her gaze still on you. “That’s a shame,” she says it in such a low tone that you almost think you imagined it. The flutter of nerves in your stomach slowly start making their way up, the butterflies hovering right behind your belly button. Yelena is still staring at you, and she keeps her gaze trained on you as she lowers herself onto the mattress beside you. The bed dips a little with her added weight.

“What did you do?” Yelena’s gaze drops to your mouth for a brief second, but long enough to make you want to part them. Then, her eyes catch on yours again. “When you woke up from that dream, what did you do?”

“I dunno,” you’re embarrassed by the breathlessness in your voice as you respond. “Showered and then went down to get breakfast?”

“You just left yourself high and dry? You didn’t take care of yourself?” Yelena asks.

“No, I didn’t,”

Yelena hums, her eyes slipping slowly down your figure. The air between the two of you suddenly feels charged, like there’s a chance you’d get shocked if you even breathed a little too deeply. You couldn’t figure out what Yelena was thinking, and it was driving you absolutely wild in the best way.

“I feel like that’s not okay,” Yelena says, her eyes once again darting back to yours, but not before sneaking yet another peek at your lips. “I feel like it’s not okay for you to be left hanging like that,”

You feel the tips of Yelena’s fingers on the edge of your knee and suddenly, it’s so much harder to breathe.

“Yelena—“

“Y/n,” Yelena doesn’t use your name often. You know this because hearing her use it now feels like the first time, and makes you realize how fucking great your name sounds when it falls from her perfect lips. Her hand travels higher up on your knee. “Is this okay?” She asks.

You’re afraid that if you try to speak, you’ll end up whimpering, so you nod your head instead. Yelena scoots closer, bringing both her body heat and her deliciously spicy-sweet fragrance so much closer to you.

“You’re needy,” Yelena says it like a statement, not a question. “I can fix that,”

You’re so caught up in the way Yelena’s hand feels on your thigh that it takes your brain a minute to catch up, the nature of her statement slow to cut through the fog.

“You mean you want…” you trail off, searching Yelena’s eyes. She holds your gaze.

“I want to help,” She says simply. Her hand is higher now, palming softly at your thigh, and making your stubborn hips buck softly with the touch. “But only if it’s okay with you,”

Of course it was okay. It was so goddamn okay that you couldn’t breathe. So instead of answering with words, you let your body guide you forward to capture Yelena’s lips in a heated kiss.

You don’t know what you were thinking this morning—all that nonsense about only having platonic feelings for Yelena. Because the way the two of you kiss is anything but platonic. It’s dynamic. It’s passionate. It’s bruising. It’s hungry.

You’re more than happy to let Yelena dominate the kiss, her tongue sliding against your lower lip in silent permission that you didn’t even have to think about granting her. Her tongue is warm as it slides into your mouth and it’s here that you’re no longer able to keep your moans at bay.

“Yeah, you sound good,” Yelena mumbles against your lips as she guides you onto your back. She pulls back from the kiss way before you’re ready, pulling a whine of protest from you in the process. She only smiles and shushes you, kissing her way down your neck, your chest.

She lifts your arms above your head, then rids you of your shirt and bra. She utters a soft swear against your breast before taking the left one into her mouth and palming the right with her rough, warm hand.

You moan again, hips writhing beneath Yelena’s body as she works you over with her mouth. And when she grinds down against you, it only makes you moan louder. You can feel your nipple harden as Yelena lavishes the sensitive nub with her tongue. And she pulls away just long enough to grant you a devilish grin before switching over to your right breast, providing it with the same skilled suction while her left hand gets to work on the neglected breast. You buck up against her again, and she meets you, her hips grinding back into yours.

Her hand slides away from your breast to work the waistband of your sweats down your legs, leaving you in just your underwear. But before she can rid you of those too, your hands reach out, sliding under her tank top, and finally touching the warm skin of her stomach that you’d been aching to feel earlier this morning.

“You’re wearing too many clothes,” you breathe.

“Maybe you should do something about that,” she replies.

So you do.

Yelena lifts her arms as you slide her tank over her head. Her bra is next to go, and then her sweatpants. Your hands are on the waistband of her underwear when she suddenly grabs both of them and pins them to the bed, making you gasp. “Keep them here,” she whispers, her tone of voice making you want to do anything and everything she says.

“Okay,” you reply.

“Good girl,” The praise goes straight to your core, making you clench your thighs together.

Yelena keeps one hand on your pinned wrists, keeping you in place, while the other travels between your legs, spreading them open so she can cup you through the fabric of your panties.

Your body jolts and you moan Yelena’s name as you move to meet her touch. She drags a finger through your center, and the whine it makes you utter would’ve been embarrassing if you had any self awareness left. But you can’t remember having any kind of cohesive thought since the moment Yelena’s hand first landed on your knee.

“How’s this?” She asks, working at your increasingly-damp entrance through the material of your panties. Not once even teasing one of the edges. Not making any move to rid you of the stubborn barrier.

“Yelena please. Please, please, please,” you beg. You buck your hips up, but when you do, Yelena just moves her hand further away. You let out a frustrated moan along with what has to be five more pleases in a row.

“Please what, little one?” Yelena says.

“Touch me,” you panted. “Please, I’ll do anything. I’ll be so good. Just touch me. I can’t take it, this isn’t enough. Please,”

“See what happens when you ask nicely, milaya?” You don’t have a chance to respond to Yelena’s cheeky reply before she follows up with. “Lift your hips for me,”

You do as you’re told, letting Yelena slide your underwear down and off your thighs. Again, she drags a finger ever so gently through your folds before hooking two fingers inside and curling them. You’re already seeing stars and she just started and you can only pray that no one can hear your breathless moans outside your bedroom.

“Oh god, oh god,” you babble as you rock against Yelena’s fingers.

“You’re so wet,” Yelena remarks. Her fingers slide in deeper and you have to bite your lip so you don’t scream. “Who did that to you?”

You look up at Yelena through lidded eyes, but it doesn’t seem to service her as much as a verbal answer would. And she proves this by curving her fingers again, letting her thumb brush against your clit in a way that pulls another moan from you.

“I said who did this to you?” She prompts you again.

“You. All you, just you,” you gasp. “It’s all you, Yelena,”

You think you hear Yelena call you a good girl again, but it’s hard to focus on anything aside from the way her fingers feel inside you, bringing you so much higher, closer to what will likely be the most intense orgasm you’ve ever experienced. But just when you’re about to be sent hurtling over the edge, Yelena pulls her hand away.

You practically sob at the loss of contact, already aching for more. “No, please. I’m so, so close, Yelena. I just need—“

“Shh,” Yelena leans closer, pressing a kiss to one corner of your mouth and then the other. “I am not done with you yet. I just want to make you come the way you were robbed of in your dream,”

Yelena’s proposition alone is enough to make you see stars and you already feel boneless as she switches your positions, lying down on your sheets where you had been previously and pulling you down on top of her to straddle her waist. The anticipation builds back up inside of you, hot and needy, and you don’t even need to wait for a command before you take off, hips grinding into Yelena’s.

Just like in your dream, her fingers grip your waist, guiding your movements. Though Yelena is more subtle in the way she showcases her pleasure, you can tell she’s into this just as much as you are, if her parted lips and the soft furrow of her brows is anything to go on. If none of those gave her away, her soft Russian curses every time you moved, definitely did.

Your bodies move in tandem, a hypnotic rhythm that’s easy to lose yourself in. Yelena’s hands stay mostly on your hips, but she does steal a playful ass grab that makes you squeak and she laughs when you do. When her teeth sink into your neck, you’re pretty sure you’ll break then and there. But you hold out long enough to wait for her signal.

“You want me to say it, don’t you?” She whispers against your ear, her hands sliding up your hips to the curve of your waist, the outline of your ribcage, before settling on either arm. “You want me to tell you to come?”

“Yes,” you gasped. “Yes please. I need it,”

“Okay,” Yelena takes a hand and tilts your chin up to meet her eyes. “Then come for me,”

This time, you don’t have to wake up. Because this is very, very real, and so is the way that you spin out into oblivion as you chase and capture your release on top of Yelena, letting your orgasm fall over you like an avalanche.

Yelena’s climax is more understated, but not any less pleasurable—a pinch between her brows and parted lips giving away her pleasure as she guides you through your own.

Soon, you collapse forward, your head on Yelena’s chest. For a moment, you think she’s going to reject the physical contact, but just when you’re about to move away and apologize, her arms come up to wrap around you, pulling you closer. You hide your smile in the junction of her shoulder.

“Can I say something?” You’re the first to speak after a prolonged silence.

“Sure,” Yelena replies.

“I really needed that,”

Yelena laughs breathlessly, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head that surprises you. “Maybe I did too. I’m glad we cleared up the whole ‘me not liking you’ thing,’”

“And just for the record, you do? Like me, I mean?” You lift your head and look up at Yelena. She doesn’t answer immediately, but you catch a hint of a smile on her lips before she quickly schools her features.

“Hey, I saw that!” You tease.

“You saw nothing,” she deadpans.

“Yeah, you just smiled!”

“Shut up. I did not,” But Yelena can’t hold back the corners of her mouth from twitching, even if she tries.

“You’ve got it bad for me, don’t you?” Your smile matches Yelena’s as you poke a finger into the soft skin of her naked hip.

“If I kiss you, will you stop talking?”

The question only makes your grin widen. You don’t respond with words, however, leaning down and capturing Yelena’s lips in another kiss. And there’s no more talking after that. Nothing but pleasured sighs and soft breaths to fill the quiet of your bedroom as you take each other apart for the second time that night.

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