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smutsonian · 2 years ago

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who loves you

summary: a four month long situationship with Ari goes south when you see a text you shouldn't have

pairing: college!hockey player!ari x situationship/fwb!reader

warnings: none?

Fuck. You felt refreshed and blissed out as you sat up and stretched. Watching Ari’s bare, fit body disappear into his bathroom.

It always surprised you how he showers without his phone because that meant he showered with no music. You couldn’t imagine taking a shower without music, how else would you fulfill your popstar dreams. But alas, Ari was different from a lot of the guys you’ve previously been with.

You drop back against his bed, smiling at the ache between your legs. Ari was a lot of things and a sex god was definitely one of them.

The incessant buzzing from a phone..his phone jerks you from your blissed out state.

Bzz-bzz

Ignore.

Bzz-bzz

Ignore.

Bzz-bzz

Okay, what the hell?

You grab his phone beside you, it comes to life when you lift it.

Joy ;)

—Meet you in the parking lot after? My place?

—I’ll wear the special panties with your number on them

You squint as more texts roll in. Special panties? Her place? The fucking winky emoji by her name?

What. The. Fuck.

You stare in disbelief for who knows how long, feeling a little hurt and naive.

“Why is my phone in your hand?”

Ari stands at the end of his bed. A towel wrapped around his hips as he runs another through his shoulder length hair. Your eyes can’t really help to worship the droplets over his chest.

“Who’s Joy?” You push out the question.

You can see something change in Ari as he walks over and takes his phone from your grasp. “None of your business, why are you snooping around”

You scoff, “I wasn’t snooping! It kept buzzing and I thought it was an emergency or something. Who’s Joy?” you question again, annoyed at the way he’s avoiding your question.

“I don’t appreciate you looking through my phone. And she’s none of your fucking buisness, so drop it”

You stare up at him, subconsciously lifting his sheet to cover your bare chest.

“You’re having sex with other people?” you accuse, and deep down you're confident you know the answer, but that naive part of you is hoping it’s all a misunderstanding.

“And if I am? We’re just fucking around too. Are we not?”

Your breath stutters at his admission. Although the two of you have never stated terms of this…relationship, his actions have always spoken louder than words. Everyone thought the two of you were together. Even though he’s never formally asked you to be his girlfriend, you always had an inkling that he would at some point.

Your stomach flips thinking of his protectiveness over you, the way he’d always pay if he was there, and the way he goes out of his way to check up on you after his practices. Or the way you’re always there for him at every game, his number and name on your back as you cheer him on.

Shit, even the sex was anything unlike a pair of friends. It always felt intimate between the two of you. Your toothbrush stood next to his in his bathroom, and yours, for Christ sakes.

“Are you being serious right now?”

Ari shrugs. Fucking shrugs at your question.

“Y/n, I don’t understand why you’re upset. In no way have I ever committed myself to you.”

That stings.

“You really don’t see it, do you?” You mutter, trying to blink away the tears forming in your eyes.

“I don’t.”

“Fuck you, Ari.” You seethe, dressing yourself with speed. “Have fun with Joy.” You tell him, buttoning your jeans, and gathering your shoes in your hand. Anything to get out of this humiliating scenario.

You shove your way past Ari’s confused figure. Which stops you as he grabs your elbow, “I’m not understanding what the big deal is? You’re telling me you haven’t been sleeping around.”

You remove your elbow from his grasp, “No. I haven’t. And if I did, I’d at least have the decency to let you know.” And with that, you’re out of the room.

Ari stands there for at least a minute, disgruntled and confused with what the fuck just happened. He shakes his head trying to figure out whatever the fuck he was missing.

“You’re a fucking idiot, a moron if you will. Maybe a dodo would fit better?—” Ransom laughs to himself as relaxes in his spot in the frats living room, snacking on his favorite biscuit cookies.

“Ran,” Steve interrupts the way Ransom isn’t helping. Softly shaking his head in reprimandment. “Now isn’t the time.”

Ransom only shrugs, and looks back to the television.

“I hate to say it, man. But Ransom is right, the only answer was in front of you the whole time.” Sam tosses in his opinion, clapping Ari on the back.

“Well what the fuck is it? Why is no one saying what I’m missing?”

“She likes you, Levinson.” Bucky answers, walking through the living room and out the door, his key to his motorcycle swirling around a finger. He didn’t need to know the full conversation to know what exactly was going on. He would’ve stayed to watch the aftermath, but he had a certain spicy redhead waiting for him at her apartment

Ari doesn’t mean to sound dramatic, but he quite literally feels the world tilt on its axis at the discovery. He’s admired you for a while, but never in his mind did he think he was the right guy for you. He’s seen the guys you’ve dated before and they were the complete opposite.

Intelligent, brainy, in tons of clubs, they wouldn’t do stupid shit like fighting on ice skates because it’s fun. They were guys who any mother would love.

Fuck. He can’t believe this, there’s no way.

“What—“

“Dude, you can’t be so blind, to not see how in love with you she basically is,” Ransom says around a mouth full of cookies. “The sex is probably great, but you think a chick like her is gonna wanna be around you without an ounce of admiration.”

“I think what Ransom is trying to say is: there’s a lot of telling that y/n has feelings for you, and I’m pretty sure her getting offended that you’re sleeping with other people is a big one.” Steve says.

“Fuck.” Ari groans, running his hand down his face and over his scruff.

“How would you feel if y/n told you she was screwing someone else?” Sam asks.

“Livid.”

Sam snaps his finger pointing at the dark look already on Ari’s face. “There you go.”

“Fuck. She’s not even answering my calls. What the hell am I supposed to do?”

“Give her time to cool. If anything, maybe she’ll be at the game?” Steve offers.

“Maybe,” Ari mutters.

But you never picked up a single call and for some reason, even picked up that Ari thought of swinging by your apartment. You had texted him to leave you alone.

And then Saturday rolled around…

“How long have you been into hockey? I’d never take you up as a sports girl. Sorry that sounded terrible—“

“It’s okay, Jake.” You laugh. “Not until this year, you’re right I’m not really into sports at all. What about you?”

“I really got into it with my dad, we used to watch every game together if we could,” he smiles at the memories.

“That’s really sweet,” you smile back, placing your hand over his.

Jake Jensen is a computer science major you befriended over your French class last semester. But the both of you basically ran in the same social groups, leading to you guys staying friends.

When talking about the upcoming game, you had let it slip that you passed the deadline to donate your ticket, and couldn’t find anyone to sell it to. Leaving you to go to the game alone or getting a strike.

Jake was kind enough to let you join him. You would’ve joined Natasha and the others, but it felt too weird to you and you wanted no chance running into Ari. Especially since you weren’t wearing his jersey like you usually do.

You haven’t spoken to him all week, minus the small text you sent, and you refused to. Even though he had tried non stop to run into you on campus.

“Have you—“ Jake starts, but is interrupted by the commentators introducing the team. Everyone stood up and cheered at the sight of the school’s players.

Ari skates out with a smile on his face, lifting a hand in the air as he waves and joins the line of his teammates. As he does so, he tries to find you, but it’s hard to distinguish you among the wave of people in the stadium. Especially since you weren’t seated in your undesignated-designated seat closer to the rink.

But he shakes it off, putting himself in the right mindset for the game.

“Ladies and gentlemen, it’s time for our favorite time of the night: THE KISS CAM!”

Some players skate and others like Ari, watch the Jumbotron during the brief break.

The first is an elderly couple, then a pair of random strangers who kiss under the playful pressure, two pairs of students, parents with their children who dramatically gag. That makes everyone chuckle, including himself.

They go around the stadium one last and he cannot fucking believe it. His hand becomes around his stick.

He can feel his teammates staring at him in sympathy. But Ari cannot look away from the Jumbotron.

The first thing he notices is your flustered smile, that you came to the game sans his jersey, and the most noticeable of all is the dork sitting next to you with his arm behind your seat, looking just as bashful.

He’s livid. You’ve been avoiding him all week, probably doing who knows what with this guy.

“You know what you gotta do,” teases the commentator. You laugh behind the back of your hand. Jake sits beside you just as flustered, scratching his eyebrow with his thumb.

In no way is he against kissing Y/n, but he also doesn’t want to make her uncomfortable.

“C’mon folks!”

You stare at Jake, shrugging a shoulder in question. Jake only smiles back before sitting up straighter. The both of you go to lean in. Your lips press softly against his until a loud smack of temper glass breaks it up.

The two of you jolt away at the sound of a disgruntled voice. You look to see Ari, “hey!” His voice booms. “Back the fuck off my girl!”

“What— who is he?” Jake’s eyebrows knit together as he points towards the enraged giant pointing a menacing finger towards him.

“An asshole who doesn’t know what he wants.” You answer, shaking your head towards Ari before you place a kiss on Jake’s cheek.

You watch as Ari stands behind the plexiglass. And even though you’re about eight rows back, you can see the confused and upset expression on his face. A pinch in his eyebrows and a pitiful glare in his eyes.

“I’m really sorry about that, Jake.”

“It’s nothing, don't worry.” He smiles, “Do you want popcorn or anything?”

“Sour patch kids, if that’s alright.”

“No problem.”

You look at anywhere but Ari during the rest of the brief intermission.

Ari 🏒🦁

—Meet me outside the locker room

—Please?

You sigh as you grab your stuff. Just before the two of you reach outside the stadium, you gain Jake’s attention.

“I’m really sorry to cut our hangout short, but I had a lot of fun. I just have to handle something really quickly.”

Jake tries not to show the disappointment on his face, “I’m gonna rightfully assume it has something to do with that ‘asshole who doesn’t know what he wants’?”

“Unfortunately,” you smile ruefully.

“Okay,” he nods his head. “I hope everything goes well. I’ll see you around?”

“Definitely,” you hug him before you make your way outside the doors of the locker rooms, with no trouble which you can guess is because of Ari.

You smile awkwardly at the glances of Ari’s teammates. You hate that everyone has seen that happen and you assume most of his teammates know the intimate details of what’s gone down between you two. Which only adds another layer of unnecessary awkwardness. Time passes before you feel a light tap on your shoulder, looking up to see Steve at your side, a timid grin.

“The locker is all cleared out, he’s in there waiting for you.”

“Thanks, Steve.”

“Ari?” You walk in to him tying his sweatpants.

He turns around with a mournful look on his face. His sweatpants low enough that you can see the bands of his Calvin’s; he’s shirtless so his six pack is on display and glistening from his shower; his hair is disheveled, but the ends still curl at the ends; and he has a towel thrown over shoulder.

You can ask any women how they could not be hung up on a guy as attractive as him.

“Hey,” he sends a small smile, making his way towards you.

“Wait—“ you interrupt, “We cannot have this conversation if you’re shirtless.”

He won’t argue, but he does as you’ve said and throws on some ratty t shirt in his locker. He sits on the bench in front of his locker, patting the spot next to you.

You sit beside him, making sure to keep some distance between you two.

“I see you’re not wearing your jersey?”

The audacity of men will always surprise you.

“Your jersey and is that really the first thing you want to talk about?”

“You’re right…” warily his hand grabs yours and when he sees you won’t retract from him, he brings it his plush lips. “I’m really sorry, Y/n. Seriously.”

“What you said Sunday was totally uncalled for and spiteful— and where do you get off announcing to practically the whole state that I'm your girl? And You embarrassed poor Jake for nothing.”

“It wasn’t for nothin’ and the douche will be fine.” He staggers at the fire in your eyes. “Sorry, I’m sorry.”

“That seems to be the only thing you can say,” you huff. You turn to him, needing to know the answer to this. “Are you really sleeping with other people?”

He notices how small your voice is as you ask.

He sighs and looks down for a little, before tightening the grasp of your hand. “I was.”

You stand up while trying to get Ari to let go of your hand. The last thing you want is for him to see the tears begging to fall.

Ari stands with you in haste, bringing his other hand to palm your cheek as he looks down at you. Those piercing blue eyes saying so many things at once. “Was. I was. Listen, I haven’t slept with anyone else other than you since last month. It was a moment of weakness and you can’t be mad at me for it. We’ve never made anything official, baby.”

“Do you even care about me? At all.”

It feels vulnerable and desirous, but you’re unsure how you can continue without asking.

“What? Did tonight not show you that?”

You go to argue, but he cuts you off before you can start.

Both his hands cup your face while his thumb draws circles on the apple of your cheekbones.

“I love you.”

Your breath picks up at his admission.

“It’s been months coming, but you gotta know since our first night together I haven’t slept with anyone other than Joy and that was only once. And I didn’t think I could tell you because.. I’m just not the guy you typically go for, Y/n. But I guess that was my own insecurities playing a part of that. I’m rambling and i probably sound like Steve after he takes one hit. But I promise I’ve admired you for so long and it has never been just sex to me. I don’t want my stupid mistake to get in the way of us trying correctly this time.”

You swing your arm over the back of his neck and pull him in a kiss, your other hand fists his shirt.

He lags at first before his brain catches up and he’s kissing you back harder. He tilts his head just a smidge like he always does and one of his hands comes up to cup the back of your head. You feel his other hand cup the side your body. His hand roams up and down before he’s slipping it behind you to squeeze your ass. You moan into him, pressing your body closer to him.

Both your breaths pick up and you know you need a breather. So you pull away in a blur.

“I love you too.”

He smiles at your admission. One of those adorable, rare smiles not many get to see from the broody man.

You smack his arm and he grabs it with a questioning look.

“But I’m still really pissed at you and I’m not letting you off easy.”

“Even if I ask you to be my girlfriend?” He snakes his brawny arms around your waist, pulling you closer as he ducks to kiss your cheek.

“Even then,” you giggle, turning his head for a kiss. “And that’s a yes.”

a/n: it's been so long, hi!!! sorry i disappeared

if you enjoyed pls don’t forget to reblog or give feedback 💗

#fic rec #ari levinson x reader

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smutsonian · 2 years ago

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Kinny i have embarrassing news that would probably be a good drabble, so awhile ago i gave my friend my old phone and like I swear i deleted everything on it but he told me he somehow found some ✨spicy pics✨ of me on it and i wanna DIE. Anyways feel like it would be less embarrassing if i gave my old phone to cocky!bestfriend!bucky OKAY BYE I LOVE YOU CONGRATS ON 10k FOLLOWERS!!

art imitates life or whatever so here we go

separation anxiety

18+

content warning: semi-dark!frat!bucky x bestfriend!reader, mature themes, fluff, sexy pictures, bucky is a perv but are we surprised? he's also an annoying finance bro in this but we can look past that, smut (DUB!CON, CNC, daddy kink, mommy kink, forced breeding kink), fluff.

the smut got a lot darker than i planned oops

"And there you go," Sam says proudly, handing you your new phone. "All set up and ready for you."

"Thank you so much!" You exclaim, wrapping your arms around him in a tight hug. "I'm so glad; I had my old phone for half a decade."

"Speaking of your old phone," Bucky begins, sitting at the breakfast counter. "You got it with you?"

You stand up and walk over to him, digging through your jacket pocket to pull out your old phone. It's in relatively good condition for a 5-year-old, but you were bored of it. "Why do you want it, again?" You ask him with a raised brow.

"I'm sick of using my phone to keep up with stocks," He tells you, taking it from your hand. "This way, I can keep it all separate."

Rolling your eyes, you shrug. "Alright, Wolf of Wall Street, have fun."

"Come on, sprinkle," He groans with a smirk. "You know how hard it makes me when you call me that."

"Freak," You mutter, hitting his shoulder before making your way back over to Sam on the couch. Steve and Wanda are making out by the speakers, Natasha's in the kitchen making nachos, and Thor and Peter are playing video games on the other couch.

"We should do this more often," Sam suggests. "You know; instead of stupidly big parties, just hang out and chill."

"You're right, Sammy," You agree as you rest your head on his shoulder, looking around the room at your friends. "A lot less clean-up, too."

"And nobody's trying to have sex on my bed," He adds bitterly, still jaded from the last party.

Coming over to sit on the other side of you, Bucky sighs. "I don't know; I kinda like when everyone's having sex everywhere," He chimes in. "Makes it more fun."

"Perv," You mutter while Sam grimaces.

"You love it," Bucky mumbles, wrapping his arm around you and pulling you closer to him and away from Sam.

"Oh! He did it again!" Nat calls from the kitchen, pointing at you. "Steve was right!"

Pulling away from Wanda, Steve grins and says, "Told you fuckers. Thor, you owe me twenty bucks."

"Fuck's sake," Thor grumbles.

"What are you guys talking about?" Bucky asks them, utterly baffled.

You throw your head back over the couch, shaking your head as you smile.

"Sprinkle?" He utters lowly. "What are they talking about, huh?"

Sam leans forward, smirking triumphantly. "Steve pointed out a few days ago that you cannot handle anyone else touching Y/N," He reveals. "And you always have to be touching her yourself."

"That's not true," Bucky argues with a frown, keeping his arm around you nonetheless. "It's just... comfortable to hold her. To hold anyone. I do it to Nat all the time!"

"No, you do not," She counters with a smirk.

"It's true, J," You tell him with a shrug. "You're sorta obsessed with me."

With a scoff, he just pulls you even closer to him. "And? You're my best friend; I basically own you."

"Woah!" Thor and Peter call out with wide eyes.

"Not in a weird way," Bucky clarifies, though you aren't so sure. "Sprinkle's my best friend, so I can do whatever I want to her."

"I'm not sure that's how consent works, Barnes," Wanda says with a raised brow.

"It's fine, guys, he's harmless," You assure them, before turning to him. "I know what you mean, J."

"See?" He asks the others pointedly.

"You have severe separation anxiety, man," Sam comments, standing up. "Since you met her, what's the longest you two have spent apart?"

The two of you look at each other with a frown, each trying to figure it out.

"So... met on the first day of college three years ago," He mumbles. "There was that time in second year when - no, that was only two days."

"We had that week you went to Portugal with your parents," You add. "That's probably the longest we've gone."

"Oh, that was horrible," He whines, resting his face in your neck.

"You guys even make a point to see each other during the holidays," Steve points out as he and Wanda walk over to join the rest of you. "Even Wan and I haven't spent Christmas together, yet."

"Well, maybe you don't love Wanda as much as I love sprinkle," Bucky says with a shrug, causing everyone to burst into offended groans.

"Jamie, you cannot say that!" You scold him, hitting his shoulder.

"I'm kidding," He swears between laughs, resting his free hand on your thigh.

"Prick," Steve mutters, wrapping his arm around an irritated Wanda and placing a kiss on her forehead.

"Whatever," Bucky says bluntly. "You guys are just jealous-"

Peter groans, "Oh, don't pull that card-"

"- that sprinkle and I are close," He finishes proudly. "And you virgins wish she loved you as much as she loves me."

"Virgins?" Sam repeats with a sputter. "You're one deluded son of a bitch, Barnes."

"You're such an idiot," You mumble to him between laughs, before the others continue to rip into him.

You glance up from your notes to look across the room at Bucky, who's currently playing around with your old phone.

"Having fun there?" You ask him.

He nods, "Mhm."

"Can I borrow a red pen?" Wanda requests, leaning towards you. She takes the pen from your outstretched hand before looking over at Bucky. "What are you doing, Barnes?"

"Setting up the phone," He mumbles in response.

You try to get back to work, but you can't stop staring at his concentration face. It's too damn adorable to look away from, so you carry on staring at him as he types and scrolls. A few moments later, his eyes widen and his lips part. He takes in a quick gasp before swallowing thickly. His eyes glance up at you, an unreadable glint in them.

"Buck?" You ask with a frown. "Everything okay?"

He slumps down on the couch, staring down at the phone. "Yeah. Yeah, everything is absolutely... amazing," He breathes out before biting down on his lip.

"Did you win the stock market, or whatever?" Wanda asks him with a bored tone.

Smirking, he continues scrolling. "Something like that, Wand. I've just come into some incredibly valuable goods."

"Yeah?" You ask, sitting up. "Anything interesting?"

"Ugh, no finance talk, please," Wanda begs. "I'm sick of work and I'm sick of numbers. Can we talk about something else?"

"That's a great idea," Bucky replies, sitting back. "Why don't we talk about boys?"

Snorting, you raise a brow. "You want to talk about boys with us?"

"Sure," He says with a shrug. "Let's start with you, Wan. How's Steve?"

"As I'm sure he's probably already told you in more-than-necessary detail, Steve is absolutely perfect," Wanda replies smugly.

Bucky nods slowly, before his eyes flicker over to you. "And what about you, sprinkle?"

Putting your notes to the side, you give him a smile. "Uh, there are approximately zero romantic leads in my life right now," You admit. "Why the interest?"

He keeps his eyes trained on you. "Y'ever wear lingerie for Steve, Wan? Take sexy pictures for him?"

With a look of disgust, she stands up. "Okay, you're in a pervier mood than usual, so I'm gonna go before you do or say something that Steve would beat your ass for," She states before gathering up her stuff and storming out of your apartment.

When the door slams behind her, Bucky stands up with a sigh. "Finally, am I right?"

"Don't be mean," You scold him, watching as he comes over to sit next to you. "You get me to yourself every day; it's nice to have a little girly company now and then."

"Not right now, though," Bucky says, placing his hand on your thigh as he smirks at you. "Have you ever worn lingerie for a guy?"

You think it over, resting your head on the back of the couch. "Yeah, a few times."

"And... y'ever send sexy pictures?" He pushes, leaning closer to you with a wry grin.

Narrowing your eyes, you push him back. "Stop being weird, James."

"One last question," He promises with a cocky look before lowering his voice. "Have you ever forgotten to delete those sexy pictures before giving your old phone away?"

Slowly, realization dawns on you. Surely not. Your face drops, along with you stomach, as you feel a rush of embarrassment. "What?"

Lifting up the phone, he chuckles. "Thanks for the surprise, sprinkle. These are gonna help me out so much tonight."

You immediately attempt to grab the phone out of his hand, but he stretches his arm out, making it impossible for you to reach it.

"James Barnes!" You yell, hitting his shoulder. "Give me the phone, now!"

He pushes you down onto the couch before straddling you, the cocky smirk never fading. "Oh, but I can't give up these pictures now, my little sprinkle," He claims lowly, slotting himself between your legs. "Not when you look so fuckin' sexy in them."

"Stop being such a perv, for one minute!" You cry, trying to push him off of you but failing terribly. "Those pictures aren't for you!"

Bucky pouts playfully at that, grabbing your wrists in his hand to keep you subdued. "No? Then who are they for, sprinkle?"

You say nothing, struggling against his hold.

"Who were they for?" He asks, lowering his voice as he leans closer to you. "Who'd you take these pictures for, sprinkle?"

Shaking your head, you keep your mouth shut.

"Aw, you don't wanna tell me?" He coos teasingly, letting his crotch press against yours. "But you tell me everything, bubba. I'm your best friend. Who did you send these to?"

You swallow thickly, knowing he won't let up until you tell him what he wants to know. "They... I sent them to Sam."

His face drops and he clenches his jaw. Rage clouds his eyes, making you shiver.

"It was last year," You reveal. "We just... we fooled around, a little. It was nothing serious."

"Nothing serious?" He repeats with a mutter.

"We didn't even have sex," You tell him truthfully. "It was just a little bit of fun, and it was all over the phone. Nothing in person."

"How did I not know about this?" Bucky asks you gravely.

"You were too busy with that girl that worked at the cafe," You tell him with an eye-roll. "Cathy, or whatever."

"Callie," He whispers, before raising a brow. "You were jealous, hmm? Not getting enough attention from me, so you went and got it from Sam?"

"Maybe," You mumble bitterly, before pushing his chest. "Now, will you get off me?"

"I can't, my darling sprinkle," He says with a sigh, grinding his hips against yours. "I have separation anxiety."

"Jamie-"

"Shh, baby," He hushes you softly, slowly thrusting against you. "It's alright. Don't you wanna feel good?"

Your heart is racing as your pussy throbs through your clothes, your breath hitching in your throat.

"Don't you wanna make me feel good?" Bucky adds with a smirk.

"This is- we shouldn't do this," You warn him. "We're best friends, Buck."

"Exactly," He chuckles darkly, bringing his lips to your ear. "And that means I can do whatever the fuck I want to you."

"Bucky, stop," You utter, unable to hold back the whimpers as he grinds harder. Shit, that feels good.

He lets out a low groan, bringing one of his hands to your throat. "Fuck, baby, makes me so hard when you tell me to stop," He mumbles, brushing his lips against yours. "You don't really want me to, do you?"

"Jamie," You cry out, arching your back. "I- please."

"Say it again, baby," He mutters in your ear. "Tell daddy to stop."

You feel your panties soak at his words as your eyes roll back. Weak moans escape your throat as you buck your hips up to meet his. "We- you shouldn't be doing this, daddy, stop."

He lets out a low groan, thrusting faster. "Fuck, baby, you're so fucking hot," He says, before pulling up your skirt and pulling down your panties. "Such a fuckin' slut, getting so wet for me."

You gasp as his fingers slip inside your entrance, opening you up for him. He curls them inside you, brushing against your sweet spot as you cry out in pleasure.

"Yes, daddy, right there!" You cry, digging your nails into his shoulder.

He thrusts his fingers in and out of you for a few more moments before pulling down his zipper and taking out his throbbing cock. It rests heavy on your thigh, making your cunt clench around his digits.

"Want daddy to fuck you, baby?" He asks you teasingly. "Want my big, fat cock inside you?"

"Daddy," You breathe out, eyes wide. "Kiss me."

With a smug smile, he complies, leaning down to press his lips against yours. The kiss is messy and hot, and he slowly brings his dick to your entrance. Just as tip inches in, you pull away from the kiss, gasping.

"Too big," You whine, shaking your head as his girth stretches you out. "Hurts, daddy."

"I don't care if it fuckin' hurts, baby, you're gonna take it all," He tells you coldly, clenching his jaw as he continues sinking into you. "You're gonna be a good little slut and take it all for your daddy."

You hold your breath as he bottoms out, his cock sitting in you and pulsing against your walls. A weak cry escapes your mouth as he slowly begins to fuck in and out of you.

"Pussy's so fuckin' tight," Bucky grunts as he lifts up your legs and folds them against your torso to fuck you deeper. "Fuck, baby, I've dreamt of this so many times."

"Jamie," You begin, running your hands through his hair. "Feels so good."

"Yeah?" He asks with a smirk. "Been wanting to rail my little girl for so fuckin' long. You know how crazy you make me?"

You do nothing but moan as he slams in and out of you, making your core burn with delight.

"Sending pictures to Wilson, as if that fucker deserves them," He rants through gritted teeth, wrapping his hand around your throat. "He couldn't fuck you this good if he tried, baby. But you're daddy's little slut, now, so he'll never get the chance."

"All yours," You promise him, feeling weak as he squeezes your neck. "Use me, daddy, I'm yours."

"Shit," He grunts, bringing his free hand down to rub your clit. "Who knew my little girl could be such a filthy whore, hmm?"

"I want..." You trail off with a squeak as he rubs your clit faster.

"Tell me, baby, what do you want?" He asks you gently. "What does daddy's little girl want, hmm?"

"Want your cum inside me," You manage to get out, feeling weak. Your mind swirls until all you can process is Bucky and the pleasure he's serving you with.

He chuckles darkly at your words, pressing a kiss to your jaw. "You'll get my cum, baby, you'll get all of it," He promises. "Gonna get you fuckin' pregnant."

Your heart skips a beat at his words and your eyes light up. That's the sexiest fucking thing you've ever heard.

"Tell me you don't want it," He orders you darkly. "Tell daddy not to fuck a baby into you."

A whimper leaves your mouth as you cup his face in your hands. "P- please, daddy, I can't get pregnant," You tell him, putting every bit of your remaining energy into the act. "Please don't cum inside me."

"You don't want to carry my child?" He asks you softly, moving his hand up from your throat to your cheek.

You shake your head, feeling your heart race. "No, daddy, I don't want to," You whimper.

"Well, that's too bad," He growls, fucking you harder. "'Cuz I'm gonna fill you up, gonna give you a baby, and there's nothing you can do to stop me."

"Daddy," You whine as your legs shake and your pleasure almost reaches its peak.

"That's right, baby, you're gonna make me a daddy," He tells you arrogantly. "And you're gonna be the prettiest little mommy in the world. Gonna make you my wife, gonna be mine forever."

You let out loud moans at his dark promises, feeling your orgasm arrive.

"Cum for me, mommy," Bucky orders you, slapping your clit repeatedly. "Cum, now."

Obeying him, you let go, feeling the sharp hit of pleasure as you cum all over his cock. Your pussy tightens around him, making him groan.

"Fuck, baby, I'm gonna cum," He tells you, slamming into you faster. "Tell me to stop. Tell daddy to stop."

"Daddy, please stop," You cry, wanting nothing more than for him to continue. "Please don't cum inside me, daddy, stop."

"Oh, fuck," He growls as he shoots his seed deep into you, moaning loudly with each thrust. "Take it, baby, every last fuckin' drop."

You shudder as you feel his cum inside you, your chest heaving with every breath you take. Bucky falls forward to rest his head in your neck, catching his breath as he strokes your hair.

"Oh, my God," He mumbles weakly. "That was fuckin' incredible."

With a deep breath, you let out a laugh. "Jamie, I.. I didn't know you were into that kind of sex," You admit, still taken aback.

"Ditto, you little freak," He chuckles between breaths, lifting his head up to look at you.

"If I knew, we'd have fucked a long time ago," You tell him honestly.

"Well, then," Bucky begins with a smirk. "I guess we have a lot to make up for."

"I guess we do," You agree with a giggle.

"Also," He begins, raising a brow. "Sam? Seriously?"

"It just happened; I wasn't expecting it either!" You exclaim. "It was like, a week of phone sex and nudes."

He narrows his eyes. "And he didn't ever try to fuck you?"

"Nope," You answer truthfully. "He was too scared of you. Said you'd never forgive him."

Bucky raises a brow at that, nodding. "He was right. Smart man."

"Tony, on the other hand-"

"Don't you dare even go there, sprinkle," He warns you coldly. "I'd rip his head off, and you don't even wanna know what I'd do to you."

"Maybe I do," You whisper, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. "What would you do to me, daddy?"

He clenches his jaw, bringing his hand up grab your chin. "I'd chain you to my bed and keep you as my baby-making machine," He tells you lowly.

"That sounds great," You tell him coyly. "I wanna be your housewife."

"Yeah?" He asks, his eyes darkening. "Wanna be my obedient little wife, cooking and cleaning for me?"

"Anything you want," You promise, playing with his hair. "S'long as you fuck me every day."

"Oh, baby," Bucky grins, kissing you deeply before pulling back. "I'm never letting you go."

"Never?" You ask with an expectant look.

"Never, my pretty little sprinkle," He promises with an arrogant smile, stroking your cheek. "I've got separation anxiety, baby."

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