#joaquin torres smut

[moonlight-prose]

✧ DRUNK ON YOU ✧

a/n: we just keep getting filthier as the fics progress this month. so i've never written spit kink this way before. i honestly didn't think i'd be into it, but there's something about this man that makes my brain fuzzy. this is listed as me wanting to get tipsy with torres cause i feel like he'd take care of me. i hope y'all enjoy!

day six - spit kink | kinktober 2023

summary: "after a long week of stress—your job taking more out of you thank you would have liked—you needed a night out. if only to spend time with him."

word count: 1k+

pairing: joaquín torres x f!reader

warnings: EXPLICIT SO MINORS DNI, spit kink, spitting, swallowing, sir kink, dom!joaquín, fluff.

Two drinks. That’s all it took for you to wind up like this. Draped over your boyfriend at the club, tucked away in a corner booth, as he whispered something in your ear you could barely hear over the loud bass of the music. It thrummed through you, vibrating your entire body as you sat there, smiling at him with a hazy look in your eyes. Something he’d seen many times before.

“How are you feelin’?” he asked, running a thumb along your chin.

You grinned, leaning into his touch. “Good,” you mumbled, loving the way the alcohol sent warmth spilling into your body.

“Yeah?” He’d been sipping on the same glass of water the entire time you’d been there, already claiming the spot of designated driver tonight.

After a long week of stress—your job taking more out of you thank you would have liked—you needed a night out. If only to spend time with him. He pulled you closer, his hand splaying across your back, the warmth of it a delicious feeling. Part of you loathed the fact that your dress was keeping you from him. That thin layer of fabric stopping you from feeling his bare touch.

“I want,” you said, dragging a finger along his button down, picking at one loose button. In your hazy mind you made a mental note to fix it tomorrow—knowing he would let it simply fall off.

He nudged his nose against your cheek. “What do you want hermosa?”

The deep color of his brown eyes caught you in their hold, drawing you in closer until you couldn’t find your way out of them. Joaquín’s hand slid down lower, fingers brushing the top of your ass, and your breath hitched. Something now stirred in your chest, building slowly. Sensually.

“Want you to kiss me,” you breathed, curling a hand around his collar and drawing him in closer.

There was no resistance from him, because if there’s one thing he wanted more. It was to devour you. To drag you into the club’s bathroom and make you see heaven. He was as voracious as you—desperate to feel you in every manner possible. Which left you here. Sliding your lips against his and moaning softly when he took the lead—his hand grasping onto the back of your neck and pulling you closer.

Your heart fluttered, his touch making you want to drag yourself into his lap. The fact that you were still in public was the only thing that registered in your brain, keeping you from making a spectacle of this. To others you looked like two people in love. After all, it wasn’t odd to see people makeout in the club. But to each other…you were so much more. There were times you wondered if the word love could even describe what you felt for this man—what you knew he felt for you.

Biting down on his lip you pulled it into your mouth, sucking on it until his pained groan echoed in your ears. He licked into you, tasting the tequila on your tongue and smiling when it spread along his. There was no doubt that he was a good kisser, but you could feel the restraint in his touch. Taste the desire on his tongue.

“Kiss me,” you begged, pulling him closer until he practically covered your body.

He chuckled, running his thumb along your cheek. “I am bebita.”

You shook your head. “No. The way you want to. Please…sir.”

Something flickered in his eyes, turning them darker. The club’s neon lights illuminated him from behind, casting a blurry halo around his head, and you could feel the breath get knocked from your lungs. Joaquín was always beautiful. That was a fact you had no doubts on. Yet tonight—even through your drunken haze—he looked ethereal. Like a god come down from the heavens above to bestow a kiss on your lips.

Oh how lucky you felt.

His swollen lips parted, nose flaring slightly as he used his thumb to pull at your bottom lip. “Open your mouth for me.”

You followed his request before he finished it, your maroon red lips parting, tongue barely sticking out. As if on instinct you fell into that familiar space. Waiting for him to tell you what came next, what he wanted from you. He grinned, leaning closer and blocking you from the eyeline of everyone at the club—his thumb digging into your cheek.

You felt it then.

His spit hitting your tongue, coating it. Some landed on the corner of your mouth and before you could do anything, he was dragging it along your cheek, smearing your lipstick right along with it. Making a mess and giving you exactly what you asked for.

“Swallow.”

Heat trickled down into your lower body, slick spilling into your already drenched panties. And he watched you follow his order dutifully. Swallowing with a fucked out grin on your lips. He groaned, mumbled good girl, before he dragged you back, kissing you with a fervor that hadn’t been there before. He licked along your tongue, his hand digging into your hip to prevent himself from touching you further in public.

Moaning, you tried to tilt your hips up into his hold, but he held you down against the booth. Kissing you so thoroughly you felt it down to the very tips of your fingers.

“We’re going home,” he said, entirely out of breath—a flush spreading along his cheeks. “Now.”

You nodded, biting down on your lip and fluttering your lashes. “Okay sir.”

He closed his eyes, taking in a deep breath, before gathering your coat and purse, leading you carefully out of the booth. Even though you weren’t entirely steady on your feet, he still kept you close. Making sure that you made it out safe. He was ever the protector—always the one who made sure that you came before anything. That thought alone nearly made you drag him back to the bathrooms.

Five steps out of the door he leaned down, pressing his mouth against your ear, his arm tightening around your waist. His breath was hot against your skin, causing goosebumps to raise along your arms. But that’s not what made your knees shake, breath catching in your chest.

“My turn to taste you,” he murmured, his fingers trailing along your waist—completely aware that the alcohol was no longer the thing you were drunk on.

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Hi I was wondering if you wrote a fic about Joaquin Torres and a brothel?

pairing: inexperienced!joaquin torres x sew worker fem!reader

warnings: heavy nipple play, premature ejaculation, lovebites wc: 700

a/n: Hi Nonnie, thank you so much for this req! last ask for my sleepover and letting you all know my requests will be open for now

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"Just relax, sit back." You instruct the young man as he sits back on the bed looking nervously at you.

"What's your name, love?"

"Jo-Joaquin." He says shyly and shallows. "I-I've never-"

"Shhh, sh." You say opening up a bottle. "It's alright, I can take good care of you. First you can tell me what you like and I'll make sure you'll get to have it."

"I-i..." He mumbles a little looking slightly embarrassed. "E-everything. I like everything."

"Hm-hm." You nod your head looking at him as you place the bottle of lube by the bed table. "When you look at a girl, what do you notice first?"

He looks down before locking eyes again. "Definitely the behind."

"Nice, typical for a man."

"Y-yeah. Not that, you know, tits ain't nice but yeah."

"How about I sit down next to you and you can point out to me all things you like?"

"S-s-sure." You sit down next to him, your loose corset exposing your breasts to him making him immediatelly lock eyes with them.

"You can touch them, you know. All yours." Joaquin shallows hard and his eyes lighten up, with peculiar enthusiasm he cups your breasts and smiles.

"They are very soft. Very very soft."

"Yeah very easy to sleep on." Joaquin laughs and he looks so handsome like that. "How about you loosen up your belt a little bit to have more breathing space?" You point out clearly seeing the tent in his pants. He obliges and loosens the belt of his army pants.

"How about taking off your boots, pretty boy?"

"Yes, yes, of course." Once he is done he comes back to the bed just as you are running your fingers over your body and he is looking at you his mouth open. He hesitates for a moment but then he goes for it and cups your breasts again.

You know you have to play it well, one movement and he'd cum right on his dick and you want this to be pleasurable for him.

"Go ahead and loosen my strings, you want to seem them jiggle, don't you?"

Joaquin frantically nods and does as you say loosen the strings of your corset until your breasts are free, slipping on his hands. He looks at them in awe before cupping them again and squeezing them. He starts circling your nipples in awe, pinching them slightly.

"Go ahead, suck them." You encourage him and he dives right in, wrapping his lips around your nipple and sucking slowly. He looks at peace, his dick painfully pointing in his boxers. You want to suck him so bad, but he will only spill the moment your lips go near him. He reaches out inside, grabbing his length as he continues sucking on your nipple, positioning himself accordingly.

He managed to do this for ten minutes switching from nipple to nipple, making you also very wet, his hand notoriously not going anywhere else.

"Are you close, baby boy?" You ask him as begins to whine around your nipple. "Take it all off and show me your cock, baby, I wanna see." Joaquin lets go of your nipple, pushing down his pants and boxers fast, his cock, leaking pre cum sprinting fast against his stomache.

"Where do you want it?" You ask him, reaching out for his cock, only slightly touching it with the tip of your fingers as he groans at the feelings.

"T-t-tits. Please." You grab his length and begin to pump, coming closer to his cock as he begins to moan. "That's my good boy, come on, do it for me." One, two more strokes and he is cumming on your breasts, spilling white strings of cum with an incredibly whiny voice. His chest rises up and down as he tries to gain his composure.

"Lay down and once you calm a little, I got plenty more things to show you, pretty boy."

Doesn't take him long to get hard again.

[buckets-and-trees]

These Hands Had To

Fandom: MCU Characters/Pairings: alpha!Joaquin Torres x female!omega!Reader Word Count: 963 Summary: After their first mission, Torres told Sam Wilson that people who said things were better during The Blip were wrong, and even though so many things have changed since the snap that reversed The Blip, he still firmly believes that. However, there was the emergence a rumor - possibly a reality - that was the stuff of folklore and fiction: a biological hierarchy of alphas and omegas determining new contexts for human interaction. It's Joaquin's job to sort and sift through the chatter of rumors, conspiracies, and whispers, and sort out what's plausible, but this...

Content Warnings: omegaverse, brief strong language, fluff to smut (abrupt SMUTTY SMUT, p in v penetration)

Additional Notes: Written for the week three 'Something New' challenge for @the-slumberparty to try a trope I've never written before. I was struck with a big want to write something for Torres because he really doesn't get enough love, and then one thing led to another and I knew I wanted to throw him into an Alpha/Omega situationship, and I had ideas for their meeting and also ... their mating, but my brain also got flooded with the WHAT IF idea of what if when the Avengers snapped everyone back into existence, they also triggered an omegaverse that was slowly but surely manifesting among the world population? because... why not start entertaining that what if? idk. if this lands, I think there's room for a lot more, but... no promises. Title inspo from our lord and savior Taylor Swift. Also, bonus trope I've never tried before: a "how it started/how it's going" fic.

A/N 2: Also a meet cute vote for @thestanceyg Trope Madness 2023.

HOW IT STARTED

Joaquin’s head snapped up.

There was a faint scent, but it was distinct – floral and a little something else, and it was there, pulling at something in his chest, his lungs yearning for more of it.

But he remained absolutely still as you smiled politely, stepped into the elevator, hit the button for the forty-seventh floor, and stood off to the right side of the elevator as the doors slid closed.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

He’d read about this maybe two months ago. Reports and rumors of biological shifts, primal manifestations. Unpredictable, but undeniable once they manifested. The information was limited because it was an unprecedented phenomenon that seemed beyond belief, and almost equally becoming feared or glorified as it emerged across the globe.

And why was his brain hyper focused on the theories when you’re now in an elevator with him and in a matter of moments you’ll part ways?

What was on level forty-seven? Had he been to that floor before?

He was a naturally friendly and reasonably intelligent human, why couldn’t he form words? What was happening?

He didn’t need to flirt, he just needed to say something.

He turned his frame slightly towards you and “What’s on forty-seven?” tumbles out of his mouth.

“Oh, I’m not sure, first-time meeting with a potential client for me.”

“Who are you meeting with?”

“Strictly confidential,” she retorted, turning her face up to look at him, a coy smirk already on her face, but when her eyes met his, the draw was palpable, and he knew she could sense it, too, because her jaw dropped for half a moment before she blinked and then looked ahead again.

“What about you? Are you a regular?” she asked.

He smiled but looked ahead as well. He was glad she didn’t want to let the silence linger after that moment. “Semi-regular. I’ve been doing some consulting.”

He watched the floor count continue to rise, quickly approaching the forties.

“What’s your line of expertise?”

“Intelligence,” he replied.

And then she laughed, but it was warm. “That’s almost as vague as my ‘confidential.’”

He joined her laughter. “It’s the veritable truth. Cross my heart.”

“Your heart?” Her head inclined toward him again, and he mirrored that small side glance.

“Mhmm,” he hummed.

The elevator suddenly jolted and paused, the lights flickering, and they both reached out to steady themselves, resulting in each throwing an arm towards a wall and to each other.

But it was only half a second and then the lift continued its smooth ascent.

But he was now closer to you, and you locked eyes again. Joaquin slowly moved his fingers down your forearm, keeping his eyes on yours, and then lifted your wrist up. It seemed instinctual, natural to want to draw your wrist close and truly take in your scent. But he did so cautiously, he knew he wanted to do this, but he wasn’t sure if it was too forward for a connection like this. Softly, he pressed his nose to that tender pulse point and inhaled.

You chirped, which seemed to shock even you, as your eyes grew big, and you covered your mouth with your other hand.

But you didn’t withdraw your hand from his grasp, and your scent now was easy for him to identify – floral with a hint of citrus, warm. His heart swelled in his chest.

Then the elevator dinged, and the spell broke. You took your hand back and stepped out of the doors as they opened.

“Good luck with the meeting,” he called out to you disappeared and the doors closed.

Then he hit the wall of the elevator, cursing that in that final moment he hadn’t even thought to ask for your name or tell you his. His mind started racing through possibilities because that was clearly an Alpha and Omega moment and he needed to see you again.

HOW IT’S GOING

You were naked in his arms, straddling his lap, your breasts pressed against his chest, while he rubbed each of his wrists over your cheeks, causing you to whimper, overwhelmed by this act of scenting you yet needing more of his intoxicating smell at the same time. You rocked down against his erection, causing him to growl into the kiss you shared. A moment later, he had you on your back, looming above you, the powerful alpha showing his dominance, yet watching your face, eager to prove he would not subjugate you, but instead worship you. He did not want to merely claim you, he wanted to pledge himself to you but with the understanding that you give yourself in return.

“Are you sure? I want you with everything in my being, but not until you are ready to give me your body, your heart, and your soul, Omega, it has to be all or nothing.”

Looking into his eyes, the fire in them was so fervent, you didn’t hesitate. “I’m already yours, Alpha, please.”

“Say it again,” his voice was low, but every one of your senses was fully focused on him in this moment, as he guided his cock over your folds, only stoking the desperate fire your felt for him in your core.

“I’m yours, Alpha.”

“Mine,” he echoed, and plunged in with one powerful thrust, filling you completely, knocking the air out of your lungs.

You gasped and clung to his shoulders, a sob escaping you.

He brought his hand up to cup your cheek and kissed the corner of your mouth. “So good for me, Omega, how does it feel?”

You canted your hips, wanting him to move.

His hand moved quickly to your hip instead, stilling your movements.

“Use your words, Omega. How does it feel to finally have my cock inside your tight cunt?”

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Home is Wherever I'm With You

Pairing ▹ roommate!Joaquin Torres x f. reader

This fic contains ▹ fluff, some angst, implied smut, idiots in love, friends to lovers, hurt/comfort, smoking weed, hospitals, mention of gunshots, a lot of pancakes

Word Count ▹ 2k

Summary ▹ Oh, home, let me come home | Home is wherever I'm with you

Notes ▹ Finally got around to completing my submission for @the-slumberparty’s Across the Universe (week 4) challenge. This fic is inspired by this moodboard from an old sleepover. Feel free to listen to the playlist for extra vibes! This is unbeta'ed so I take full responsibility for all the errors. Remember to reblog and comment if you enjoyed! 😊

You didn’t understand the phrase “home is where the heart is'' until you moved in with Joaquin Torres.

This living arrangement happened by chance, a chance that you were grateful to have stumbled upon. After deciding it was time for you to leave the nest, you found a place for rent that also had a few other roommates. One of them being Joaquin.

You met Joaquin and the other roommates before moving in with them. Luckily, you all hit it off right away and settled in fairly quickly. But you found yourself really close to Joaquin. He was the one roommate that had a similar schedule to yours. You both would wake up late in the morning before heading to work, and then come home in the darkest hours of the night. 

The first time you discovered how late Joaquin returned home from work was the night your friendship began. After coming home from a long day, you decided to treat yourself to a batch of pancakes. The rest of your roommates were heavy sleepers so you rarely disturbed them. Since you were occupied with the pancakes, you didn’t hear Joaquin come through the door. He waltzed into the kitchen upon smelling the pancakes and crept up behind you. 

“I bet those would taste amazing with bananas,” Joaquin commented nonchalantly. You whipped your head around, swatting the spatula in his direction and accidentally coating his nose with batter.

“Oh shit! I’m so sorry!” You gasped, attempting to clean the mess from his face. “I thought you were an intruder. I didn’t mean to hurt you…or cover you in pancake batter.”

Joaquin snickered. “Don’t worry, you didn’t hurt me at all. But I admire your self defense skills. I think that will give me motivation to keep the bathroom clean.”

You joined in his laughter. “I think I made enough for you if you’d like some pancakes. You might have to slice your own bananas, though.” 

With that, you and your roommate shared the short stacks while getting to know one another better. This ritual of late night snacks after work persisted until the conversations grew louder to the point of accidentally waking one of your other roommates. Since that incident, you and Joaquin decided it would be best to meet one another at the 24 hour diner down the street. 

Over time, your roommates moved out one by one until you and Joaquin were left to hold down the fort. The two of you living together consisted of movie binges on the weekends, checking out the monthly farmer’s market, dancing while cleaning the perimeter of the house, and taking walks along your street during sunset. Slowly, but surely, you were falling deeply in love with Joaquin. 

You knew you had strong feelings for him when you both decided to buy a bookshelf for your ever growing book collection. While building the bookshelf, you jammed the hammer against your finger, causing you to shriek in pain and the rest of your body to go numb. All you remembered before blacking out was your roommate rushing to your side and carrying you out the house bridal style. A few hours later, you woke up in the hospital with a cast wrapped around your finger and a relieved Joaquin holding a bouquet of roses and baby's breaths. The smell of the flowers and his sweet, handsome face instantly brought you comfort.

“Shouldn’t you be at work right now?” You asked upon noticing the time on your bedside.

“I told Sam what happened and he ordered that I stay here with you.” You gave him a sad look, feeling bad that your clumsiness caused him to miss out at work. Joaquin smiled, patting your hand. “Don’t worry, Sam is understanding.” The softness of his hand against yours sent butterflies to your stomach. Your heart began to swell as if it would explode inside your chest from all the feelings you were experiencing in that moment. His touch, his smile, his affection for you. It was all clear to you then. You were in love with Joaquin Torres. 

After returning home from the hospital, Joaquin spent the entire week by your side, making sure you were taken care of. Sure, you were a grown up and could care for yourself, but you appreciated how your roommate reminded you that you don’t have to be alone in the healing process. He would sing softly while tending to your finger and let you smoke some of his weed to ease the pain. Once you started feeling better, you and Joaquin finished building the bookcase together and he offered to read one of his favorite stories to you.

One day while Joaquin read to you, Sam called him, notifying him of an emergency assignment and was expected to leave right away. The night before he left, you and Joaquin crashed on the couch after getting high and watching an alien documentary on Netflix. You fell asleep before he did, and, naturally, your body curled up next to his as you dozed off. He listened to your snores for a few minutes before planting a tender peck on top of your head. Before he knew it, Joaquin drifted off to sleep.

You woke up alone in the living room, searching for Joaquin. Instead, you were met with a note on the coffee table.

Sorry I couldn’t give a proper goodbye. You looked so peaceful sleeping, I would have been a horrible friend to wake you up. I’ll see you in a month!

-J

While your roommate was away on mission, you spent your days sulking and missing him. You tried to go on with your routine as if he was still there, but things felt empty and meaningless. The pancakes from the diner didn’t taste as fluffy when you ate alone. The music you listened to while cleaning the house didn’t lift your mood the way it did with Joaquin. His favorite stories didn’t sweep you away to another world the way it did when he read them. The flowers around your house died faster, even though you tended to them the same way you always had. You didn’t even bother taking walks or going to the farmer’s market by yourself. It was the longest month you had ever experienced in your life. 

Meanwhile, Joaquin could not wait to fly back home to you. The days were long and draining, and it seemed as if he and Sam were constantly running into dead ends. What kept him motivated during this difficult mission was a photo booth strip he kept of you and him at the summer fair. Even though looking at the pictures made him miss you dearly, he was hopeful of the day he would reunite with him.

“Is that the roommate?” Sam inquired from behind Joaquin’s shoulder. The Falcon’s cheeks warmed up and he began smiling like a smitten school boy. Joaquin didn’t need to say anything for Sam to know what was on his mind.

“So, are you ever going to tell her you love her?” Captain America added with a quirked eyebrow. 

“I’ve been wanting to. I just get nervous.” Joaquin peered down at his combat boots. “She’s my best friend, Sam. I don’t want to ruin that.”

“Ouch, and after all we’ve been through, I thought I was your best friend.” Sam’s joke led to Joaquin letting out a small chuckle. “No, but seriously, you will feel much more free once you just tell her.” The younger lad nodded, imagining all the best case scenarios of confessing his love for you. His daydreams of you were cut off by the gunshots that echoed in the distance.

The end of the month finally rolled around, yet there was no sign of Joaquin. Anxiety took over your body as you wondered why he hasn’t come home yet. Part of you wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt, but your sadness made your mind wander to anything and everything that could have gone wrong. You dragged yourself to work as you have been doing for the entirety of Joaquin’s absence. While you worked, you stared at the matching photo booth strip pinned to the wall of your office. A hot tear streamed down your cheek, longing to see Joaquin’s face and hear his voice again.

After work, you came home, ready to settle into your comfy bed. You sighed loudly as you hopped out of your car, slamming the driver’s door shut and locking it behind you. All of a sudden, your eyes landed on a motorcycle that you haven’t seen in over a month. Then, you saw light coming from inside the house. Could it be?

You ripped off your work pumps, bolting into the house barefoot in hopes that your mind wasn’t playing tricks on you. As you entered through the front door, the delicious scent of bananas and vanilla filled your nostrils. Your heart bursted at the seams upon the sight you found in the kitchen. Joaquin was humming along to your favorite song while drizzling a stack of banana pancakes with syrup. As if sensing your presence, he beamed a sparkling smile while turning to face you. 

“I came home an hour ago to an empty home. Figured you were still at work and you’d probably be hungry when you come back.” He paused, glancing at the plate on the counter. “I made sure to add bananas this time.”

Your lips trembled as you fought the urge to cry. You wanted to run and jump into his arms, feel his warmth bring you back to life, kiss the lips you have been aching to taste for an entire year. All you could do was drop your bag and heels by your side as you succumbed to the tears that fell from your face. Joaquin took that as his signal to step closer to you. He caressed your face, wiping the tears from your eyes. 

“I missed you,” you croaked, finally embracing him tightly. Your hearts beat in sync with one another, as if that was the way the universe wanted it.

“I missed you too.” He stroked the back of your head before making space to gaze into your glossy eyes. “It’s hard to be away from the girl I am madly in love with.” You couldn’t help but let out a tearful giggle at the words that left Joaquin’s mouth. It felt as if all of your wildest dreams were coming true. Yet it was only the beginning.

“Being The Falcon requires me to travel the world so often, and to see places I’ve always wanted to visit. But none of that matters to me because despite where I go, I find myself wanting to be wherever you are instead.”

“I love you, Joaquin.” You started to close the space between you and him. The tips of your noses brushed together, the heat from your breaths mingling like your feelings for one another.

“I love you, too, cariño.” With that, he finally pressed his lips against yours. You kissed one another with a passion that no one could snuff out. His lips were sweeter than the pancakes that were long neglected on the counter. Joaquin lifted you up and you immediately wrapped your legs around his waist as he led you to the couch where you both professed your love throughout the rest of the night.

When you both woke up the next morning, bare bodies intertwined under the thin blanket, you felt a sense of belonging. It was unfamiliar to the two of you, but it was a feeling you accepted with open arms. You and Joaquin were both hopeful of the future that you were ready to build together like the bookcase filled with stories you hoped would become your reality. After locking eyes for what seemed like eternity, Joaquin kissed you with fervor, and you picked up where you left off from last night.

He was home, and so were you.

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SMUT * || Angst ~ || Fluff ♡

One Shots // Headcanons // Requests

The Hating Game || (Enemies to Lovers) ♡~ The infamous rivalry between you and Joaquin Torres is well known on the base. He hates you and you hate him. After unlikely circumstances, you realize hating someone is disturbingly similar to falling in love with them

Play Pretend || (fake dating AU!) ♡~ Y/N and Joaquin agree to be a fake couple so as to not get attacked by the Avengers for being the only single people on the team, who knew there were true feelings involved?

Night Changes || (Valentine's day special) ♡ Joaquin Torres is smitten by you, and he asks you out on a date :)

Project Aphrodite || (Holiday AU) ♡~ When the Avengers get tired of watching you and Joaquin dancing around your feelings for each other, they take matters into their own hands.

Tiramisu || (meeting parents trope) ♡ After a year of dating each other, it’s time you meet Joaquin’s family.

NEW! My Dearest || (Drabble) ♡ A movie night turned into something you won't forget.

Home Is Where The Heart Is || (drabble) ♡ Joaquin coming home from a very long mission and only wants to be with the reader

NEW! Hola cómo estás || (drabble) ♡ When Sam Wilson gets tired of watching Joaquin dance around his feelings for Y/N, he steps in, saving the day.

Him And I - A Flashback || (a TOTGA mini-chapter) *♡ This is a part of the TOTGA series but can be read as a one-shot. No Spoilers. Joaquin and you celebrate your birthday on a romantic date.

This Is Me || (LGBTQIA+ request || Platonic Joaquin X Reader) ♡ Your friendship pact with Joaquin was to tell each other everything. You had no secrets, except one.

Is This Our Destiny? || (Biker AU) ~ How could the best day of your life turn into your worst nightmare? Is this your destiny?

Series

The Hating Game || (completed) ♡~

The infamous rivalry between you and Joaquin Torres is well-known on the base. He hates you and you hate him. After unlikely circumstances, you realize hating someone is disturbingly similar to falling in love with them.

The One That Got Away || (Currently on Hold) ~♡

Joaquin Torres is on leave, visiting Sam’s family in Louisiana. He expected to make some new memories with the Wilsons and his new friend Bucky Barnes. What he did not expect, was a face from the past he was trying desperately to forget. But this short vacation will not be a peaceful one. New enemies are lurking in the background, and they know one thing - the only way to hit hard, is to hit home.

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pairing: Joaquin Torres x reader

warnings: SMUT 18+, pregnancy, p in v, fem receiving oral, fingering, overstimulation, dacryphilia, praise kink, use of ‘sir,’ squirting

word count: 2,400

summary: Joaquin gets back after events of TFATWS. You tell him you’re pregnant and smut ensues.

Joaquin had been gone for just over a month but he was coming home. He had been deployed but after the Flag Smashers last attack he’d been given some vacation time. Or so he told you.

“I’m home, mi amor!” He called as he walked into your house. He hung up his coat and pried off one shoe when he felt your arms wrapping around him from behind. “Hey, baby girl,” he said as his hands fell over yours.

“I missed you,” you said as you felt the warmth of his body. Joaquin pulled your arms away from him so he could turn around and wrap his arms around you. He kissed the top of your head.

“I missed you too,” he said. You pulled away from Joaquin and leaned up on your toes so you could press your lips to his. They were soft as pillows and when you slid your tongue into his mouth the way he tasted was sickly sweet. When you separated you hummed happily. Joaquin let go of you for a moment and pulled his other shoe off. He slid his hand into yours.

“Come on, let’s go sit. I have something to tell you,” Joaquin said. He proceeded to tell you about how Sam had given him his wings and he’d been invited to be an Avenger alongside Sam. Joaquin told you he’d been honorably discharged and you’d have to move to New Orleans. He was clearly worried about telling you the last bit but you assured him nothing as silly as moving would make you stop him from helping people.

“I actually have some big news too,” you added. Joaquin grabbed your hands as you sat on your sofa turned towards each other.

“What is it, baby?” He asked. You smiled shyly, nervous about what you were about to reveal. Joaquin raised an eyebrow. “What?”

“I’m pregnant,” you confessed with a grin. He was quiet for a moment. Your heart stopped as you had a moment of fear that he wouldn’t want to be a father. He had just become an Avenger. It wasn’t exactly the best time. Your smile was just beginning to fall away when he pulled you into his arms so that you were straddling his hips.

“Oh, baby! That’s amazing!” Joaquin exclaimed as he buried his face in your neck. You giggled. He leaned away from your neck to push his lips against yours in a tender kiss.

“I haven’t seen a doctor yet,” you told him. “I wanted to wait for you.”

“I’ll schedule an appointment tomorrow,” Joaquin said.

“Don’t start worrying,” you chided, knowing his tendency to get in his head.

“I just want to take care of you. Both of you,” he said. You raised a hand to his cheek cupping his face in your hand.

“You’re the sweetest man I’ve ever known,” you told him. He smiled and grabbed your hand raising it to his mouth so he could press a kiss to your knuckles.

“I love you so much, baby,” he said. You hummed in agreement. Your free hand spread over the expanse of Joaquin’s broad shoulders. He got a glint in his eye as he felt the way you were touching him. He could tell what you wanted from him.

“Missed you,” you hummed as you leaned in to press a gentle kiss to Joaquin’s neck. Joaquin released your other hand and you immediately moved it to his hair winding through his silky locks. You tugged his head back so you could kiss him properly pushing your tongue into his mouth. You moaned into the kiss. The pregnancy hormones had you worked up all the time and after a month without Joaquin you were desperate to have his affections once again. He smirked at the sound of your moan.

“I’m here now,” he said. He secured his hands on your hips. His fingers explored the curves of your body as he reminded himself exactly what they felt like. You ran your hands over his chest through his thin t-shirt. It was made of spandex and it was tight against his skin. When your fingers moved lower you could feel each of the hard muscles of his abs.

“I want you, J,” you whispered. You kissed the skin beneath his ear. “I need you.”

“What do you need from me, mi amor?” He asked. He loved listening to you tell him exactly what you wanted. He liked having the opportunity to give you exactly what you asked for. Sometimes it seemed like he got off more on making you come than you did. He had come just from eating out on several occasions.

“Need you to take care of me,” you whined. You continued leaving sloppy open mouthed kisses on his neck marking him up the way you did whenever he was about to leave.

“You want it slow?” He asked. You shook your head.

“No. It’s not like that,” you said and leaned away.

“What’s it like then, darling?” His thumbs were rubbing circles against the skin of your hips above the hem of your skirt. Your cheeks burned with embarrassment.

“It’s the hormones. I’ve just been so needy and you’ve been gone so long,” you confessed. Joaquin smiled softly. He leaned forward and kissed you.

“I’m here to take care of you now, mi amor,” he soothed you. Joaquin shifted his arms so they were supporting your legs as he stood from the couch. Your arms were wrapped around his neck keeping you balanced. He carried you to the bed and laid you down gently. He pulled his shirt off to reveal his tanned chest. You pushed yourself up from the mattress so he could pull off your sweater. You were clad in a silk bra with a little gold heart stitched onto the fabric between your breasts. The light pink color looked beautiful against your soft skin. Joaquin looked down at you with wide eyes drinking in every inch of you.

“Don’t you want to see the whole set?” You asked shyly. Joaquin grinned. He grabbed your skirt and ripped it down your legs to reveal the silk panties that matched. He leaned back onto his knees, one leg on either side of you and took in the view. Joaquin hummed happily.

“So sweet, aren’t you, baby girl? Did you put this on just for me?” He asked.

“Yes, sir,” you sang out to him. “Always you.” He reached out and ran his fingers from the tops of your thighs up to your breasts stopping to give them a firm squeeze over the thin bra.

“Such a good girl,” he hummed. “I’m gonna take such good care of you.” You let out a little whine.

“Need more,” you complained. He leaned down and attached his lip to your neck. You moaned loudly and lifted your hips off the mattress pushing them against his. Joaquin growled against your body. He had learned every little way to make you come because he adored the sounds you made when he made you feel good. Sounds that nobody else heard. Sounds that you only made for him.

Joaquin slid down slowly pressing kisses against your torso till he reached the waistband on your panties. He looked up at you, silently asking for permission. You gave him a small nod and he tugged the silk fabric down your legs. He groaned as he looked down at your glistening pussy. You were practically dripping onto the sheets.

“I’m keeping these,” he called up to you. You probably would’ve laughed if you weren’t so desperate. It was a silly thing to say. All of your clothes were in the same dresser.

“Please, J,” you whimpered. Joaquin fell down onto his chest in front of you propping himself up on his elbows and pulling your legs over his shoulders.

“I’ve got you, mi amor,” he said.

“Be careful, J. I’m sensitive,” you called down. Joaquin turned his head and kissed your thigh.

“Don’t worry, baby. I’m gonna take good care of you,” he said. He leaned down and licked a line up your slit pushing his tongue flat against you. “I’ll make you come as many times as you want.”

“Oh, yes!” You moaned at the first sensation of contact. Your hands shot to pull at his hair. Joaquin chuckled.

“You really are sensitive,” he said. He smirked before leaning down and taking your clit in his mouth, sucking firmly.

“Ahhah! Joaquin!” You cried out. He flicked his tongue against your clit inside his mouth as you continued to moan helplessly. Joaquin was having trouble not grinning against you. He’d never seen you so sensitive before, even after all the relentless nights of overstimulation and denial you’d had together. He was going to enjoy the rest of your pregnancy. Your fingers were twisting into the mattress. You were whining and moaning feverishly when he pushed two fingers into you. He hooked them inside of you and thrust three times before you were screaming out his name and clenching tightly around his fingers as your first orgasm rolled over you.

“You sound so hot when you come,” Joaquin called. You looked at him as you caught your breath, his fingers still resting inside you.

“Again,” you begged. Joaquin chuckled.

“Yes, ma’am,” he said as he leaned back down towards your wet hole. He made you come four more times with his mouth before you were trying to pull him up your body.

“I need your cock now, J,” you cried. “Need it so bad. Please give it to me, sir. Please, J, please!” There were tears falling over your cheeks and your body burned from both overstimulation and desire. Joaquin pulled his lips off of your clit. He moved up your body quickly when he heard your distress.

“Shhh. Shhh. Shhh.” Joaquin reached out and stroked your cheek wiping away your tears as he hushed you. “You’re okay, mi amor. I’m right here,” he soothed.

“Please,” you whimpered weakly.

“I heard you, baby. I’ll give you my cock now. Don’t worry.” Joaquin’s voice was comforting and warm. He kissed your face over each of the remaining tears on your cheeks before kissing your lips at last. You were making a weak attempt to undo his belt. Your hands were shaky after all the orgasms and you couldn’t do it on your own.

“Take your pants off,” you whined against Joaquin’s lips. He smiled as he climbed off the bed to pull off all his remaining clothes. He crawled back onto the bed pushing your legs apart and kneeling between them. He reached up beside you and grabbed a pillow then moved back down your body and grabbed your hip with one hand.

“Lift up for me, baby girl,” he instructed you. You pushed your body off the mattress and Joaquin slid the pillow under your ass. “Good girl.” You let your body fall back down.

“Give it to me, J.”

“I’m so fucking hard for you,” Joaquin murmured as he looked down at you. He ran his fingers through your folds collecting your wetness before sliding his hand around his cock and using your cum as lube to give himself a few quick strokes. You moaned at the sight.

“Need you so bad, Joaquin. Can’t wait anymore,” you blubbered. Joaquin rested the tip of his cock at your opening before putting his hands on your knees to push your legs apart. He thrust himself into you slowly, your walls enveloping him as his cock split you open. He was moaning loudly as he pushed into you.

“You’re so soft,” Joaquin groaned.

“Ohhh, Joaquin. You fill me up so good!” You cried when he bottomed out. He began his thrusts slowly wanting to be gentle after all the orgasms he had already given you. You were flexing around him and he could tell you couldn’t control it.

“You close, baby? You ready to come again?” Joaquin asked as he leaned down to your neck to leave a mark over the spot that always turned you to putty in his hands. You nodded and let out a strangled moan.

“Faster,” you managed. Joaquin complied immediately. He leaned back onto his knees again and lifted your legs against his shoulders so your body was in an ‘L’ shape. You moaned at the new angle. He grasped your hips tightly so he could brace your body as he slammed into you.

“Oh my god, J!” You screamed as you felt your orgasm begin to wash over you once more. You felt your pussy burning and your legs suddenly felt wet.

“Fuck…” Joaquin muttered as he pulled out of you. You were squirting on his cock, something you’d never done before. He reached down to your clit and rubbed furiously over it. You screamed out his name as you came. Your orgasm started to recede when Joaquin pushed his cock back into you again thrusting with a relentless pace.

“Joaq—ee—ee—een!” You cried brokenly as he thrust into you.

“Keep coming, babygirl. I know you have more left in you,” Joaquin called down to you. He was hitting you in the perfect spot over and over again when he felt you gushing around him again. This time he stayed buried inside you. The sloppy sounds of your release filled your bedroom. He let himself go as well cumming into you as you squirted around him. He fell forward on top of you trapping your body beneath him as he panted.

“You need more?” Joaquin asked after a minute. You chuckled.

“No,” you said. “That was the hardest I’ve ever come before,” you said. Joaquin rolled onto his side and pulled you against his chest. He spread a hand across your stomach.

“I guess that means when this one comes out, we’ll have to have another,” he said and kissed your shoulder. You hummed and turned around in his arms tucking your head into his chest.

“I’ll give you as many as you want,” you murmured with a yawn. You closed your eyes. “I know you’ll take care of us.” Joaquin smiled above you. He tilted his head down and kissed your hair. He ran his fingers along your back until he heard your soft snores. He took a deep breath as he finally let himself fall asleep. He had you in his arms and you were safe. He couldn’t ask for more.

[geminijade]

Got Me Feeling Some Type of Way, Sir 🥵🔥

[iloveprettyboysblog]

Because I too want to be knocked up by Danny Ramirez 🥵🔥

[moonlight-prose]

♱ OVER THE MOON ♱

a/n: i haven't written for this man in awhile and i really really miss it. so don't be surprised if writing this fic inspires more after kinktober is over. also we'll just all pretend that i actually posted this on the eleventh and i'm not a week behind.

day eleven - praise kink + edging | kinktober 2022

summary: he loved you as if you were all the stars and moon in his sky, because to him…you were.

word count: 956

pairing: joaquín torres x f!reader

warnings: MINORS DNI, cussing, fingering, edging, praise, spit kink a bit, fluff.

Music filtered from the living room to the bedroom—a soft crooning voice singing in Spanish about a love they held for someone wholeheartedly. A love that you understood; one you kept close to your heart like a well guarded secret you didn’t wish to reveal. He seemed to do the same. Always whispering to you his praises, his words of devotion that made your pulse quicken and heart beat solely for him.

A ragged breath was all you could hear as his fingers curled right where you needed them to. His lips formed a smile the second he heard you make a sound—having gone quiet after the fourth time he proceeded with his actions. For an hour you’d been spread out on the bed, your body glistening in sweat while he worked his fingers between your thighs. Bringing you right to where you needed him before pulling away.

After the third time you were begging him to let you cum and by the fourth you’d lost all ability to even form words let alone say them.

He kissed a path up your chest, thumb spreading slick along your clit until you were taking in gasps of shuddered breaths. It was a fight to remain sane—each thrust of his fingers nearly shoving you over the edge. Yet it wasn’t enough to give you that final push, not enough for you to finally feel that blissful release you were throbbing for.

“Joaquín—” His fingers curled again, ripping a moan from you. “Shit,” you sighed, your eyes shutting on their own accord as you felt the familiar tightening in your stomach.

Leaning down, he pressed a kiss to the corner of your lips, taking in the sight of you wanton with pleasure. “You’re doing so good for me baby,” he said, each word causing his lips to brush against yours. “So fucking pretty taking my fingers like this.”

You whined, chasing his kiss, the thrusts of fingers, anything you could get to bring you that maddening euphoria you were longing for. It was as if heaven and hell were waging war within your body. One fighting for the damning pleasure that spread through every inch of your being and the other attempting to rein in control just to hear more of his praise.

“I–I can’t—”

Sucking your bottom lip into his mouth, he bit down on it gently—the tangy taste of you on his mouth from earlier now spreading along your own lips. It made your mind reel, your vision blurry with every swipe of his thumb along your clit and fingers plunging into your dripping cunt. Spit trailed down your chin as he pulled away, your lip falling from his mouth with a pop and leaving it swollen. Just the sight of his brown eyes growing even darker at the sight of you completely at his mercy made your walls clench, a pathetic moan being swallowed by his lips.

“I know you can do it querida,” he mumbled, licking up the trail of spit. “You’re so good. One more and I’ll let you cum. Can you do that for me baby?”

You preened underneath his praise, moaning into his mouth as he sped up. Shocks spread up your spine with each stroke of his fingers, the building of pressure in your stomach almost painful. But you fought against the urge to finally give in. Digging your nails into his back, you held onto the last bit of control you had, clutching it so tight you were afraid it would snap in two.

“Yes,” you managed to get out, your thighs shaking from the oversensitivity of holding out for so long. “Yes I’ll—fuck!”

A smile flashed across his face, his thumb pressing down even more on your clit and sending your head back into the pillow. You wondered if your heart actually stopped, if you were even still breathing from how tight each muscle was.

“So fucking beautiful,” he murmured, caressing your cheek as you gasped for air. “My pretty girl. All mine.”

You nodded frantically, head spinning from the pleasure burning its way through your body. “Yours.”

“Alright baby.” Pressing a kiss to your chest, he felt the last strands of your control snap. “Cum for me.”

Crying out his name so loud it bounced off the walls, your back bowed off the bed—head digging into his pillow. He was everywhere. His warmth covering your body, scent filling your senses and words echoing in your mind. You wouldn’t have had it any other way. He was the gravity holding you down to earth and the weightlessness that carried you into the sky. Your own version of equilibrium.

He kissed along your neck, scraping his teeth against the skin as your walls contracted around his fingers that still pumped steadily into you. Words of how pretty you looked while you came, how he couldn’t wait to taste you again, were pressed into each kiss, each brush of his lips against yours. It all blended together until all that you could process, all that you felt was him.

Whimpering, you finally came back down to earth, blindly grasping for his hand to cease his movements altogether. He did so within seconds, knowing the ins and outs of your body better than you did.

“I got you,” he breathed, forehead leaning against yours. “I’ve always got you.”

It was more true than anything you’d heard in your life. More real than the fucking universe. You sunk into it like a pool of water—drowned yourself in him just as he did with you. He loved you as if you were all the stars and moon in his sky, because to him…you were.

[demonpoxballad]

Wedding Night

Pairing: Sam Wilson x fem!Reader

Word count: ~1k

Summary: Sam is Best Man, you're Maid of Honour... exciting times ensue :)

Warnings: swearing, alcohol, fluff, implied smut, 18+ only! Sam and reader are both intellectual sluts and I love them for it

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Hello! First time writing Sam on his own and it's been so fun, enjoy <3

“Are we going to have sex, then?”

Sam quirks an eyebrow. “Do you want to?”

The bartender walks nonchalantly away. You consider that they have far superior restraint concerning eavesdropping than yourself. You would be ducking underneath the bar for some juicy gossip if you were in their shoes.

But you wouldn’t have asked that scandalous question under any normal circumstances, let’s be clear. It was the cosmos, of course.

And the heat. And the Maid of Honour stress. And the despicably sexy Best Man.

Definitely, determinedly, absolutely not your fault at all.

You sigh, offer up a lopsided smile. Fiddle with the bar mat resting beneath your fingertips. The bride and groom are swaying absentmindedly in the centre of the room. One more dance, Carmen had said. I need to get her home, Joaquín had said. Soon they’ll be gone, and the floor will be open for you to strut any kind of tango you wish.

“I’m trying to decide whether you’d think me easy and then struggle to respect me for the remainder of time or not.”

You say this, and a fanciful applause echoes inside your ears. YEAHHHH, the crowds roar, SHE’S DONE IT AGAIN. It was a droll line, perhaps one of your best. And you’re calm, composed. Like a duck, or swan: graceful and poised at first glance, frantically flapping beneath the surface.

You see Sam gearing up for his reply. This conversation reads like a tennis match. Tense gasps, whiplashed necks. Perhaps any enthusiastic grunting will commence before you even make it to a hotel room.

“Nah, don’t worry.” He’s smirking. This better be good. “I’m a man that respects female pleasure. Reveres it, even.”

Your reaction is casual, professional. Raised eyebrows, tilted head, but from a short distance you could be talking about the thrills of aggressive eBay auctions. Or stocks.

“How very progressive,” you reply.

“I try.” The music fades, and you turn to watch the newlyweds exit the building. Carmen only waves – you’ll talk tomorrow, clearly there’s more pressing business you both have to be getting on with. Your attention is diffused for a moment; Sam hasn’t completely caught it like he might have dreamed, and he notices. The smirk falls, he tries to turn things around: “Too much, maybe?”

“Hm.” Your eyes still wander around the room, enjoying this game you have devised. Out the corner of your eye you see him shake his head, scoffing. You’ve got him hook-line-and-sinker, and he knows it. “You could afford to chill out a little.”

“Duly noted.”

You meet his eyes. They’re so pretty, luminous. “It might make you seem more sincere; you see. At the moment I feel like you’re just placating me.”

You want this; you deserve this. You’ve spent the day holding Carmen’s surprisingly heavy train – over damp mud and grass, the wedding aisle, the bathroom as she peed three times every hour. And it’s practically the Maid of Honour’s duty to get off with the Best Man, isn’t it? Especially if he’s single and literally Captain Sexy himself. You imagine he could always do with some stress relief as well, being the incredibly righteous and upstanding gentleman you frequently watch bossing speeches on TV.

This is a win-win situation. You’re thoroughly convinced.

Sam takes a small step back. “We don’t actually have to--”

“Come on, then.” You hold out your hand for him to take, grabbing your martini glass in the other and leading him towards the hotel foyer.

“Don’t you want to bring your drink?” you ask. His beer is left behind on the bar.

“I was thinking I’d go onto red . . .”

“God, you’re so hot.”

He laughs, rubs your thumb with his own. He’s that intoxicating concoction of nerves, excitement and complete self-assuredness that has your breaths catching and falling, your ankles wobbling in your heels. Inside the elevator, you bend to slip them off.

When you straighten again, Sam is closer, his hands rising to hold your face. Your mouth falls open, you might be . . . panting?

“I don’t want to be that guy,” he whispers. “I don’t want to be that guy that you sleep with once and only ever see online, or every once in a while at events like this." He grimaces. "I don’t want it to be awkward, you know?”

“Okay,” you say.

“Can we go on a date tomorrow? Dinner, or just lunch? Hell: breakfast!”

You giggle. “Okay.”

He finally presses his lips to yours. “I like you,” between kisses.

“Mmph,” you protest. “You don’t even know me.”

“I do.” He’s insistent, the elevator doors open and you’re immediately dragged through. “I know you a little bit.”

Blindly along the corridor a little way and tumbling onto a hotel bed, Sam is heavy on top of you. He tries to relieve some of the pressure, propping himself up on his elbows, sliding off to the side of you, but you resist, tugging him down with your hands, locking him in with your legs.

The friction is heavenly and he struggles to find his words amongst your lips. “And soon I’m gonna know what you look like naked, and when you come, and what your favourite breakfast food is.” He tugs your dress up impatiently, knowing exactly where to find the zip, and ever so quickly there’s goosebumps crawling all over your skin.

A choked: “Shit,” as the lace cups of your bra are pulled down.

You have to get his shirt off now. You’re being too rough, really, yanking his neck with the tie, stretching the buttonholes. You promise yourself you’ll calm down in a second, but you need to see him.

“I know that you’re smart, and funny,” he carries on. “And you make me feel like an idiot.”

You’re running your hands over his chest and it’s even better than you imagined, god, he’s so soft and full. His abs tighten as you touch him and he’s grinding into you now, you’re both ready, this needs to happen.

“We’re gonna talk on our date, and I swear, y/n, I’m going to know you. If you’ll let me.”

“Fuck,” you whisper. You weren’t prepared for this. This level of intimacy. He’s got you now, no doubt, and you’re letting yourself fall.

“I want to know you too.”

Tags: @writing-for-marvel @mayasreadingnook @hallecarey1

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Pairing: Joaquin Torres x female reader (no other specifications)

Word Count: 800 words

Outline: Joaquin has an idea for trying something new in bed, you oblige.

Warnings: anal play, anilingus, cumshot, swearing, ya know the usual.

Author’s Note: written as a VERY VERY late birthday gift for @tom-whore-dleston ;)

P.S: dividers & banners by @saradika​

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You have been dating for a while, four months to be precise and the more kinky Joaquin found out you were the more he fell in love. He never knew just how many things he could like beyond the usual and what conventional porn had taught and as this was the most established relationship for the both of you now was the time to learn.

And boy did he love learning.

It's Friday night and you are out playing pool with his friends. You don't care about that, you care about spending time with him, watching him laugh and drink and playfight with his friends and kiss you warmly when he won.

He did like showing off. And you loved seeing him happy.

Coming close behind him, you place your hand on his back as he is bent on the table. You bring your lips close to his ear, and almost practically throw all of your body on him and whisper "Anything you want, anything at all, I will do for you tonight."

You knew what he wanted, he had told you last night and confessed to you his most important, most devoured porn history.

Mouth and tongue on the ass, that's rimming. He wanted to know how it felt, he had done it to you and your reaction had led him down a very merry walk.

And you nodded your head, you hadn't tried it before either but you'd take your time to research and see if you can do it. And he knew you'd done your research that's what you both usually do when one wanted something new to try.

It's hard for him of to get gloriously hard when you did that and so he try his hardest to calm himself down but ten minutes later he grabbed your hand and threw you on his motorcycle so quickly.

And once you are home, he goes back to being nervous.

"What if I'm not clean enough?" "I'll let you know baby, I won't get grossed out."

Joaquin liked everything but he mostly liked good clear communication and meeting your needs and his needs equally.

You shared a shower and then in your bathrobes, you both came to lay on your bed. Starting with the softest of kisses, to the licking of your breasts (as if he'd ever miss an opportunity to do so) to the soft bites down his thighs.

And it all ended with you kneeling on the bed as you usually did, you started by licking the veins of his cock, to his balls and just moving your tongue a little further down there. Blowing some air on the perineum area only to get that extra hiss from him.

Joaquin accommodates you by getting himself on a pillow to lift him up a little better and admittedly the eye-level contact only arouses you more.

Slow long licks using the flat of your tongue as your preferred method for this new encounter, tease and soften and build potential, and the noises Joaquin made let you know it was all working. He whimpered and his cock twitched when your tongue worked on him like that. Using your tongue than on circular movements slowly and expertly around his anus.

His cute fluffy hair was falling on his face as he was trying to watch you down there, his one hand wrapping around his cock. You giggled as you watched him get into a more and more erotic state, your one finger teasing his butthole only made him much more desperate.

What a sight, what a man.

You switch back to softly kissing his skin and Joaquin curses you out, calling you a tease before resorting to begging you.

You slap his hand on his cock so he can remove it and you fist it instead, moving it up and down in time with your licks. You continue your movements and as you tease the tip so does your tongue on his anus.

He curses again, repeating your name and he starts to warn you that he's cumming and for once you'll sacrifice shooting on his stomach rather than on your breasts just as you liked.

It doesn't take him long to finish because he had been expecting it all day and just the contact of knowing it's happening alleviated him faster. Next time he'll last longer he's telling you and you're shrugging, you don't mind taking all the time in the world to find out everything he likes.

You come up to kiss him passionately on the lips and he thanks you profusely and then with a bright smile on his face, he says

"My turn now mi hermosa, on your hands and knees."

And just like that he turned it into a competition.

Not that you minded.

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Late Night Quickie

Fandom: MCU Collection: SHIELD Gaming AU Title: Late Night Quickie Characters/Pairings: Joaquin Torres x Natasha Romanoff Word Count: 1.2k

Summary: It's still all hands on deck around the clock as time is running our for SHIELD to finish implementing an industry-changing element into the version of The Avengers they're about to send in for game approval before the beta test can be launched soon at PAX East. But Bucky and his game tester aren't the only ones at SHIELD entangled in a very satisfying side quest...

Content Warnings: smut, oral (male receiving), dirty talk, praise, dacryphilia, age gap (Nat is 10 years Joaquin's senior)

Logistical Notes: Third tick for my Bingo Card in @the-slumberparty's August/September Challenge with B2: "Clothes on Sex." Same universe as Perfectionists and Test Play but can be read as a standalone - all you need to know is Steve, Bucky, Sam, Natasha, and Joaquin are the five-person team of game engineers for the SHIELD Gaming company.

Additional Notes: Thank you @vonalyn for reading this for coherency. Gamer graphic by @sgt-seabass. Dedicated to my co-conspirator for "A Very Horny Monday to You All..." @biteofcherry for our first week of mischief - she chose the theme 'oral quickies.' We can all lovingly blame her for this!

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2am.

Two fucking a-m.

Joaquin just grinned.

This was not the week any of them wanted or expected, and he certainly didn't want this to ever be the norm. But running off adrenaline, catching only a few hours of sleep (if he was lucky), lots of Red Bull, and late-night food orders to make up for what the typical in-house kitchen wasn't covering was something he couldn't deny was an experience.

Teams all across SHIELD Gaming had been and still were working around the clock to get the shelved-for-later Deep Shadow Conditions mode back into the release SHIELD was going to submit to the first party platforms for approval in just a few days. Marketing, story, game engineering, testers… everyone. It was a rush, pushing the limits for this short period of time, but they were close to pulling off a triumph with embedding Deep Shadow. Joaquin had loved the pitch for that aspect when it was originally floated, they had initiated the development, but then a couple of the execs had said to push it back to the next release. Fury had called the audible and said they needed to put it back in to top what HYDRA was developing with Project Insight. But Joaquin had always known Deep Shadow would really push them miles past everything else coming out right now.

That’s why he didn’t mind pulling these insane hours to get the work done with the rest of the engineers.

And he certainly didn’t mind this.

He had no problem leaning back against the wall of the women’s restroom, jeans unzipped, Natasha poised between his legs, and her pretty lips around his cock, deep throating him.

Fuck she looked so good like that. They hadn’t had enough time together since the Deep Shadow blitz, and he was so glad she’d pulled him into the bathroom right now. Her left hand was anchored on his hip, and the other was reaching up his shirt, roving over his abs and chest as his threaded into her hair, holding her head at the base of her skull. He was letting her control the pace and how much of his length she took in for now, just holding her, feeling that connection.

Joaquin had been under no illusion in the beginning that this absolute goddess who was ten years his senior had only been flirting with him because it was fun and had no intentions beyond more than maybe a night or two tumbling in bed together. But he’d had a hunch they could have more, that he wanted more, and categorically convinced her they were worth a shot.

He worshipped her but challenged her in a way no one else did. He knew that’s why she’d even started flirting with him, appreciating that he could go round for round with her sass, her sarcasm, and her saucy comments without getting flustered or cocky and the rest of their conversation – work and casual – had rolled along so easily like they’d been working together for years after only a few weeks.

Now they were eight months into an officially-disclosed-to-HR relationship – but not to their team because they did not need Cap, Sam, or Bucky in their business. Work was work, and until tonight, the physical had stayed outside of HQ.

It spoke to how little time they’d had together that they were here right now.

And he was just as hungry for her as she was for him.

Joaquin took over and pulled her head down slowly on him, drawing Nat down to take all of him, the tip of his cock hitting the back of her throat, then gently nudging further down her esophagus. She moaned around him, her hands flexing against him. “You always take me so well, Romanov.”

He knew she loved this. She was a cocky little minx and so loved the praise. In response she sunk the rest of the way down his cock. He groaned in ecstasy. Love this.

“Fuck, I could stay here with you on my dick until your legs give out.”

She tightened her grip on his hip.

“But I wanna fuck this pretty throat of yours, babe.”

A small noise from her as she stayed just as she was, their eyes locked on each other.

“That’s what you really wanted, isn’t it?”

Those lust-blown green eyes told him everything, and he grinned wickedly down at her. Abruptly twisting them around to place her on her knees with her back against the wall, he made sure she was secure before asking, "Ready for me?"

She hummed again.

He smirked. “Desperate for me?”

A growl this time.

He laughed. “Me, too, babe.” He brushed his thumb over her cheek, one more tender moment, then he slowly pulled out until only the head of the cock was the only thing she had her lips around. She sucked hard, hollowing her cheeks, and swirled her tongue over the leaking tip of him. “Oh, you’re so fucking good. Love that talented tongue. But now you’re really gonna take me.”

She nodded, eyes blazing with heat. He moved his right hand to cradle her cheek and jawline as he leaned his left forearm against the wall to brace himself, and then he thrust back into her wet mouth. He continued, pistoning his hips in and out, brutally but not recklessly. She clung to his shirt, his hips, anything from moment to moment. Her eyes watered, then the tears started to spill, and he groaned. “So pretty for me like this. Those gorgeous tears falling for me, just like you fall apart for me.”

And then he just focused on the feel of her around his cock, the heat, the sounds of him sliding in and out, her whimpers and moans. The frenzy built and then he spilled into her mouth and down her throat, hips stuttering to a stop, and she held him there in place, swallowing every bit of him until he was done. She pulled her mouth off him with a deliberately audible pop, smug, beautiful goddess that she was.

She slid up between his heaving chest and the wall, brushing her lips against his jaw with soft, playful kisses. “Like that?”

“Love that,” he corrected. “Bet your cunt’s a hot, drippy mess for me, isn’t she?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” she teased before claiming his lips in a kiss, tangling their tongue so he could taste the evidence of his spend, and pushing her pelvis up against him.

“Meet back here in an hour?”

“Fuck, I’m hoping we can convince them there’s nothing more to do tonight and get out of here in the next hour. Then you’re taking me home to fuck me in your bed properly.”

He laughed, “Anything for my Natalia.”

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Alma Bella

Pairing: Joaquin Torres x f. reader

Word Count: 1.3k

This fic contains: angst, fluff, implied smut, hurt/comfort, massages, crying, reader has low self esteem, Joaquin is a loving bf, unbeta’ed writing

Summary: Joaquin helps cheer you up after getting laid off.

Notes: This piece is for @the-slumberparty's Eight Types of Love challenge. In addition, this is a late request from the Spotify Wrapped 2023 challenge.

prompt: Philautia (love of the self) - Spa Day

request: Hello ❤️ For your event, can I choose <Beautiful Soul> by Jesse McCartney and Joaquin Torres? I was thinking a hurt/comfort/fluff fic? I don’t want to add too many ideas but if I can add, Soldier Joaquin x Teacher Reader? Thank you!!! - @blackbat05

You poked at the rice on your plate, watching the way each grain smashed under your spoon. If you weren’t careful, you could have snapped at any moment, aggressively smashing the salmon you spent the last hour preparing for your partner and then throwing it on the ground. So, you settled for meticulously squishing each item on your plate, until Joaquin’s voice pulled you out of your trance.

“Amor, is everything alright?”

When you finally glanced into his loving brown eyes, you sighed loudly, fighting back the tears burning your own eyes. You had been anxious to the point of throwing up over sharing the news to Joaquin. He had been working so hard for both of you, and you didn’t want to let him down. The logical side of you knew he would never be disappointed in you, yet the fear of any conflict with the man you loved scared you to your core. Yet, you needed to tell him before you were consumed by it.

“I’m so sorry, Joaquin,” you mumbled, staring back down at your barely eaten dinner.

“What? Why?”

“I got laid off,” you finally revealed. Your heart sank to your stomach as the words left your mouth, and you already felt the bile traveling to the back of your throat. “I should have seen it coming with the way the economy is now. Plus, schools are more focused on STEM classes than fine arts. You sipped on your glass of water before continuing. “I really thought I could make a difference with art. I thought I could inspire kids to create with their hands and get messy, but…forget it. My family was right about me becoming an artist. I’d never make it so I should be an art teacher for more stability. Well, look where that got me.” 

The tears that brewed in your eyes disappeared. Your heart was breaking into atomic pieces yet you couldn’t allow yourself to cry. What was the point of crying if the only thing to grieve was your hope of making a difference?

Joaquin stood from his chair and joined you on the opposite side of the dining table. He knelt down to hug you tightly against him. The moment he started rubbing your back and kissed the crown of your head, the water works began flooding over his white shirt. Your lover hushed you, but still allowed you to sob into his shoulder. 

“I am hurting with you, amor. But everything you said about yourself is not true. You can make a difference with your art. Maybe this just wasn’t the right time or moment to do that.”

You pulled away to meet his eyes again. They were still beautiful and brown, even behind your watery gaze.

“When will be the right time?” You sniffled, wiping the tears away with the back of your hands.

Joaquin looked down at the ground solemnly. “I wish I knew the answer to that. But I promise it’ll come. You just gotta light that passion again, amor.” A strong hand grabbed yours tenderly. “I know you still have fight in you. Even if you feel discouraged.” 

You pulled Joaquin into another hug warm enough to light that fire inside you. He always knew how to comfort you. You didn’t deserve this, especially after the way you talked so poorly of yourself. But, it was what you needed to crawl out of your hopeless state.

“I think I know another way to cheer you up,” Joaquin said, sweeping the hair out of your face.

“Please tell me we are getting massages!”

Joaquin’s eyes widened, a smile painting his face. “How do you manage to guess what I’m thinking so easily?”

You bit your lip. “Because you and I are connected by the soul.”

He stared down at your lips, releasing a faint chuckle before kissing your lips.

The next day, Joaquin drove you to the massage parlor in your town, holding your hand while he sang ballads of his affection to you. At each stop light, he would lift your hand to his lips before lightly pecking them before driving away. By the time you arrived at your destination, Joaquin spoke with the receptionist, reserving your massage time and paying the service. Before you could protest, he reminded you that this day was for you and you shouldn’t have to do so much as lift a finger. Normally, you would attempt to fight him back, but for now, you agreed to let him treat you.

The next 90 minutes were the most blissful ones you have experienced in a long while. The woman massaging you may have been way past 60 years old, but her hands were strong enough to knead out the weight you carried since getting laid off. Yet, her touch was still soft and gentle, a kind reminder that even amongst the roughness, you deserve sensitivity and love.

You peered over to Joaquin, who laid with his cheek on the table, facing you. He grinned with his eyelids half open as his taut muscles turned to putty. 

“How are you, mi amor?” 

As the little old woman squeezed a pressure point on your calf, you winced in pain and pleasure. Joaquin laughed at your response, sticking his head back down the cushioned hole of the table, succumbing to the classical music and warmth of the massager’s hands.

Once your massage was over, you and Joaquin moaned in elation, but still yearned for more of the comforting yet aggressive touch of the massagers. You both laid in silence, battling the urge to fall asleep on the tables. After what felt like eternity, you finally stood from the table, moving sluggishly to dress yourself. Joaquin sensed your movement, turning to admire your naked form. 

“Hey, you,” your boyfriend murmured in a seductive tone.

“Hey, to you, too.” You snickered, rolling your eyes when Joaquin just stared at you in awe. He rolled onto his side as you slid your underwear back on.

“Did I ever tell you how beautiful you are?” He licked his lips as you bent over to pick up your sundress. A smirk was plastered on his face, and you already predicted where this would lead you. You decided to play dumb to test your hypothesis.

“I should say the same about you, handsome.” Your eyebrows suggested towards his semi hard length pointing in your direction. Then, you met him with sincerity and affection. “Thank you for this, amor. It really means a lot that you are taking this whole day to make me feel better after yesterday.”

“Anything for the woman I love. Don’t ever forget that you deserve the best and more.” You nodded before pressing your lips to his. Then, Joaquin added, “I take it that the massage helped relieve some of your stress?” 

“Oh, you have no idea, baby.”

“I think I do have an idea actually.” You faced him, fully dressed, as he finally managed to hop off the table. Your eyes steered away from his bare figure, warmth flooding your cheeks and chest. “Your pretty moans told me all I needed to know about how good you were feeling.”

You gulped, that sly smirk never leaving his face. “I felt really good, too. The thing is, I think they missed a spot. You and I both know you’re the only one to give me a real happy ending. Ain’t that right, amor?” By then, you choked on a gasp that almost came out as a whimper. 

“Joaquin, we can’t fuck here.”

“I know, I know.” He paused while putting on his jeans. “How about this? I drive us home, we get undressed again and I help you relax a little more and you help me get a happy ending.” 

You pretended to consider his proposition with your bottom lip tucked between your teeth. The day had just begun for you two and you were already looking forward to more of whatever special treatment he had in store for you.

“Well, you did want to treat me the whole day so let’s not waste anymore time.”

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Title: His Master and His Pet Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Joaquín Torres  Rating: Explicit   Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Clubbing, Anal Sex, Anal Plug, Dom/sub Undertones, Rough Sex, Master/Pet, Roleplay, Dom Bucky Barnes, Bottom Joaquín Torres, Top Bucky Barnes, Sub Joaquín Torres, Anal Play, Kissing, Boys Kissing, Pre-Negotiated Kink, Established Relationship, Happy Ending, Porn With Plot, Face-Fucking, Fucking, Rough Oral Sex, Oral Sex Summary: Bucky then lifted Joaquin’s chin to look in his dark eyes. “You’re gonna call me…Master.”

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“Hi.”

Bucky looked to his right and saw the most beautiful specimen he’s ever seen. Bucky smirked as he checked out the young thing. “Hello.”

“You seem like you could use some company.” The man bit his lip as he checked Bucky out. Alright, two can play this game.

Bucky turned to face the other man with his smirk still on his lips. “Oh yeah? And what company can you provide?”

The man stepped closer and slotted himself in the space between Bucky’s thighs. He places a hand on each thigh and leaned in to whisper in Bucky’s ear. “The kind that shouldn’t happen in public.” He licked the shell of Bucky’s ear before pulling back. Bucky didn’t let him get very far though due to the grip he had on the man’s hips.

“Is that so?” Even though Bucky was sitting on a bar stool, he was still taller by a few inches. He was guessing that if he stood up he’d be about a head taller than the beauty. “What if I’m into making that kind of company public?” Bucky moved his hands to rest on the lower back of the man.

The other man moved his hands up Bucky’s thighs closer to his dick. He looked up through his eyelashes. “Then maybe we should get started.”

Bucky tapped the man’s lower back and raised an eyebrow silently asking if Bucky could move lower. The man ran his hands up Bucky’s chest and linked his finger behind Bucky’s neck. He leaned forward and brushed his lips against Bucky. “There’s a surprise.”

Bucky pulled back just a little bit and furrowed his eyebrows. The pretty thing smirked as he reached one hand back and guided one of Bucky’s hands to his ass. The older man lightly pressed against the back seam of the younger man’s skinny jeans. The mystery man moaned lightly in Bucky’s ear.

“What’s this? Comin’ to a club with a plug up your ass?” Bucky pushed hard causing the other man to gasp. “If I have to punish you for being a naughty boy, I’m gonna need a name.” Bucky used his hand that was still on the boy’s hip to turn him around so his back was pressed to Bucky’s front.

“Joaquin.” The young one gasped as one of Bucky’s hands grasped his hip and the other wrapped around the front of his throat. Joaquin grasped both Bucky’s thighs again, this time trying to keep himself present.

Bucky nuzzled Joaquin’s neck, “Mm. Joaquin. That’s a nice name for a good boy. But you’re not being a good boy are you?” Bucky asked before he kissed up Joaquin’s neck to his ear. “I think you’ve been rather naughty.”

Joaquin leaned his head back on Bucky’s shoulder. The words that came out of this man’s mouth flooded his whole body with warmth and the weight of the

“N-no. I haven’t been good.”

Bucky nibbles on Joaquin’s ear lobe, “That’s right. So I think I’m gonna call you something else. Maybe…” Bucky trailed off, “Maybe I’ll call you Pet. Since I know you’ll obey my every command.” Joaquin nodded breathlessly because he would obey every command.

“W-what’s your name?” Joaquin moaned as Bucky cupped the front of his pants.

“That’s right. Where are my manners?” Bucky gently squeezed the other man’s neck. “I’m Bucky. But you know what you’re gonna call me?” Bucky let go of Joaquin’s neck, turned him around, and stood. He towered over the other man. Bucky then lifted Joaquin’s chin to look in his dark eyes. “You’re gonna call me…Master.” Joaquin’s eyes rolled to the back of his head. This man was hitting all the right buttons.

Bucky quickly pulled out his wallet and paid for his drink. He asked if Joaquin came with anyone to which the man shook his head no and Joaquin also said he didn’t have anything to drink other than a Diet Coke. Bucky walked Joaquin to his car. Bucky himself only had one drink which wasn’t even half finished when Joaquin came up to him. Once they made it to Bucky’s car, Bucky pushed Joaquin against the passenger side.

“Do you think you could do something for me?” Bucky ran his hands up Joaquin’s sides. Joaquin nodded. Bucky cupped the younger man’s jaw. “Verbal response, Pet.”

“Yes, Master.”

Bucky’s eyes darkened as he smiled, “Good boy. Ready to hear what I want you to do?”

“Yes, Master.”

“When I unlock the car, there’s a towel on the floor that I want you to lay on the seat. It’s clean so there’s nothing to worry about. Next, once you get in and before getting buckled, I want you to take off your pants and underwear so I can play with your little dick on the way to my place.” Joaquin groaned. “Yeah, that’s right. I’m gonna edge you all the way,” Bucky leaned in to whisper in Joaquin’s ear, “You better hope I don’t live far.” Bucky pulled back and smiled. “Does that sound good, Pet?”

Joaquin moaned, “Yes, Master.”

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Bucky kept his promise. The whole way from the club to his house, he edged Joaquin and made him squirm. At stoplights, Bucky slipped his hand lower between the boy’s legs and tapped the base of the plug as he hummed a tune; almost like he was just fidgeting and waiting for the light to turn green.

Joaquin on the other hand? He barely held it together. The poor man’s dick leaked precum constantly and the armrests and little crescents where Joaquin’s nails dug into it.

Bucky pulled into the garage and turned the car off. He got out and pressed the button to close the garage door. He then went over to the passenger side and opened the door. He helped Joaquin out. Bucky pushed him up against the car and finally kissed the lips that were teasing him at the club. He bit down on the bottom lip causing the other man’s knees to give out.

“Uh uh.” Bucky tsked. “Don’t go down on your knees just yet.”

The two men made their way into the house and to Bucky’s bedroom. Bucky pushed Joaquin to sit on the bed. The younger man looked up at Bucky through his eyelashes. Bucky cupped Joaquin’s chin and ran his thumb over Joaquin’s bottom lip.

“I scored myself such a pretty pet, didn’t I?” Bucky stepped closer causing Joaquin to tilt his head up more. “Such a pretty, obedient, pet.” Bucky leaned down and kissed Joaquin, his tongue teasing the seam of the boy’s lips. Joaquin parted his lips and let Bucky’s tongue tangle with his. Bucky pulled back and stood up. “Do you have a safeword or signal if you can’t talk?” Before Bucky continued he wanted to be sure Joaquin had an out.

“Yes, Master. Bird for the safeword and three hard taps for the signal.”

Bucky smiled, “Good boy, Pet.” Bucky ran one hand through Joaquin’s hair and the other started undoing his pants. “I’m gonna fuck your throat, ‘kay? All you need to do is sit there like a good little pet.”

Joaquin’s eyes glazed over. “Yes, Master,” he whispered.

Bucky took his pants off just enough to get his dick out. He used the hand that was in Joaquin’s hair to press his thumb into the younger man’s mouth. Joaquin opened his mouth, tongue lolling out. Bucky then fed his dick into Joaquin’s mouth. The older man moaned as the wet heat surrounded him. Bucky slowly thrusted his hips carefully not to go too deep…yet.

“That’s a good pet. Yeah. Open your throat. Let me in.” Bucky grunted as he started thrusting deeper and faster.

Joaquin’s eyes watered as Bucky’s dick hit the back of his throat. He looked up at the man above him as Bucky fucked his throat. Bucky grabbed Joaquin’s head with both hands and shoved his dick into Joaquin’s throat, holding him there. Joaquin’s throat spasmed around the intrusion.

“Yeah, Pet.” Bucky let go of Joaquin who pulled away coughing and gasping for breath. “Shirt off. Hands and knees facing away.”

Joaquin quickly pulled off his shirt and faced away from Bucky, getting on his hands and knees. He gasped as he felt Bucky play with the plug he momentarily forgot he put it. Joaquin collapsed onto his elbows as Bucky pulled the plug and held it at the widest part. He squirmed as Bucky pushed it back in and pulled it out again.

“M-Master, please.”

“Please what? What do you want to do, Pet?” Bucky smirked as he watched the man below squirm. He knew he was teasing but it was just so much fun.

“Want your cock, Master.” Joaquin whined. “Please, want your cock.”

Bucky pulled the plug out quickly and shoved his dick in the open hole. Joaquin screamed as Bucky’s hips met his ass. The older man wrapped an arm around the younger’s waist and moved both of them more towards the middle. He grabbed the other’s shoulders and pulled him back up on his hands. Bucky then draped himself over Joaquin’s back and wrapped a hand around his throat.

“This want ya wanted, Pet?” Bucky growled in Joaquin’s ear. Joaquin nodded and gasped as Bucky started thrusting. “You asked for my cock and you got it. Now what do you say?”

“Th-thank you, Master.” Joaquin drawled as Bucky’s hips snapped against his.

Bucky groaned as Joaquin’s tight heat squeezed around him. He must have done something amazing in a past life to find someone as gorgeous as his Pet. Bucky could almost enclose Joaquin’s waist with both hands because it was so narrow. Bucky pulled out and flipped Joaquin onto his back. The bottom let himself be manhandled and moaned as Bucky bent his knees and thrusted back in. He fucked the bottom man hard and fast. Joaquin’s moans got louder the more Bucky nailed his prostate. The top spit in his hand then wrapped it around Joaquin’s dick.

“C’mon Pet. Come for me.” Bucky stroked Joaquin in time with his thrusts. Bucky could tell he was getting close by the clench of his hole and the tensing of his abs. He used his other hand to play with Joaquin’s balls. Joaquin arched his back as his orgasm exploded through him. He painted his stomach, chest and Bucky’s hand with his cum. Bucky growled as Joaquin’s hole squeezed his dick and his orgasm crashed over him. He emptied himself into the other man and used his hands to catch him before he collapsed on Joaquin. Bucky slowly pulled out, wincing at the sensitivity. He looked up his companion’s body and saw Joaquin had his eyes closed with a satisfied smile on his lips.

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Joaquin came back to Bucky holding him and running fingers through his hair. He felt the rumble in Bucky’s chest from where he had his head laid. Bucky always talked to bring him back down slowly. Joaquin squeaked as he stretched his sore body.

“Hi, baby.” Bucky whispered. “How’re you feeling?”

Joaquin wrapped his arms around Bucky’s waist. “Amazing.”

“I’m glad. I wasn’t too rough was I?”

Joaquin looked up at Bucky, “No, you were perfect.”

“That’s good.” Bucky leaned down to kiss Joaquin’s nose. “But if we roleplay like that again, we’re not going back to the club. There were too many people checking out my man.”

The younger man giggled as he playfully slapped Bucky’s chest. “Well they can look but they can’t touch. I’ve only got eyes for you, Master.”

Bucky rolled on top of Joaquin and kissed him hard. “That’s right, Pet. You’re all mine.”

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