#bucky barnes fuc

[writingforbucky]

You drive me crazy.

Bucky Barnes x female reader

Summary: Bucky fucking you.

Warning(s): Basically porn without plot, unprotected sex, p in v, fluff. MINORS please DNI.

Word count: 570 words

A/N: Wrote on my phone, probably grammar & spelling errors 🥹

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You were fucked.

He began rocking slowly, cock was so deep in your pulsating cunt. Of fucking course he was taking his time fucking you and you weren’t complaining. At all. Both were so greedy for each other and that’s how exactly where you ended up; underneath your super soldier boyfriend, squirming helplessly.

Your Bucky was hovering over you, his flesh hand was on the left side of your head and his metal ones was on your waist. You just love how his beefy body resting on top of you. He kissed you, hard, that it made you losing your mind while his cock thrusting slowly into your hungry pussy.

“Come on, baby, that’s it”, he growled in your ear, “Take my fucking cock like a good girl you are”, you were soaked. So soaked that it made it so easy for his cock to slide into you. Grinding into you.

“Yes, yes mhm Bucky, so good!” You moaned, the sound of your moan only spurring him more. He loves the sound you make for him and him only. It drives him crazy every single time.

“Look at you, so beautiful taking my cock”, pushing his cock into you with one powerful thrust and slowly pulling out.

“Baby”, he growled. Thrust. Pull out.

“Ahhh so good”

Thrust. Pull out. Again.

“You’re driving me fucking crazy, you know that, sweetheart”

Thrust. “Fuck!”

“Bucky, baby, please, please don’t stop, fuc- don’t s-stop, it’s so good, I’m close, lemme cum lemme-“, you can’t even form a sentence as he kept on thrusting into you, hard, slowly speeding up his pace.

You were squirming under him, toes curling. It was so damn good, it takes you higher and higher and higher and-

He stopped. Stilling. His cock, so deep in you.

You were seeing stars, “Bucky”, you whined. “It’s too much please, please move, I wanna cum, please”, you begged. You were shaking. He won’t move. Your cunt was clenching around him. Sucking him back in.

“You feel that, baby, do you know how crazy you make me feel, huh? You feel that?”, he grunted, feeling his cum leaking from his tip. Then a few second after, he was pounding into you so fast. “I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum-“, you gasped as you felt him snaking his hand lower and lower and his thumb playing with your clit, taking you higher.

“Yes, yes please please”, you let out a silent scream as his cock rutting against you. Your nails scratched his back as your juices soaked his cock, your orgasm approaching. And that, you reached at your peak and you whimpered as you came so hard around his cock, milking his throbbing hard cock. Bucky moaned as he pushed his cock as deep as he could, stilling and he shot a ropes of cum deep in you, emptying himself.

You were both panting, staring lovingly at each other with wide smiles. “That was, wow”, you said, still trying to catch your breath after an incredible sex you had with your boyfriend.

“Yeah, sweetheart, wow, amazing”, giving a peck on your lips. “We should do this often”, you hissed as he pulled out his semi-hard cock.

He laid beside you and pulling you to his body, chest-to-chest, snuggling into you, giving you kisses on your skin that he can reach. “I love you, baby”, he said in between kisses.

“I love you, more, Bucky”

[meidui]

the way tony is so ruthless when he's fighting steve in siberia but then steve actually goes down and tony tells him to stay down but when has steve ever stayed down and this time tony just stands there watching him get back up and we don't get to see tony's face because the iron man helmet is on.... he was probably feeling the most convoluted compound of hurt and hatred and anger and admiration and oh my god i'm going to chew through his titanium gold alloy

i give this movie so much shit but the choice of showing robert's face versus only showing the exterior of the iron man armour in the sibera fight scene is so good because when we see his face either exposed or with the hud (did you know) (do you even remember them) (i don't care, he killed my mom) (so was i) (that shield doesn't belong to you, you don't deserve it, my father made that shield), he's being very human and sympathetic, and to me it kind of shows how steve is also seeing *tony* and we're reminded that tony is steve's friend and a protagonist as well, but when his face is hidden (for example when he blows off bucky's arm and during the whole sequence between "so was i" and steve finally disabling the suit) it's like he's being poised as the villain in the scene but then the helmet comes off in the end and tony's all battered and broken under there too just like steve is and aahhhhhh

what would it actually take for them to break up forever?? i think NOTHING because tony tried to kill james bucky fucking barnes and steve not only never faulted him for it, he sat down and wrote him a letter where his first words were "i'm glad you're back at the compound, i don't like the idea of you rattling around a mansion by yourself" and the last words were "if you need me, i'll be there"???? and tony's bruise hasn't even healed yet when ross calls about the raft prison break and he doesn't think twice about covering steve's ass????? WHAT THE FUC K IS WRONG WITH THEM

[buckyalpine]

hi love <3 if ur taking requests rn, I was wondering if you could do another secret relationship w bucky. i love love love your two fanfics with that trope.

with this one, could be it be that the reader is the newest (and youngest) avenger, is basically liquid sunshine, everyone on the team adores her, they’re all overprotective (esp nat, steve, and tony), yada yada yada. but they don’t know that she’s been secretly seeing bucky since like the third week she’s started. and with bucky, he’s her first everything, and she just falls so much in love with him (i need the fluff after reading those angsty fics)

thank you, and if you decid not to write this, that’s completely fine! the other thing I ask is just to take care of yourself and have a great day.

18+

You may have guessed my weaknesses by now but secret relationships and getting caught has this unholy choke hold on me and I will never let it go (also I'm so sorry I took forever to get to this, I loved this so much)

Warnings: FLUFFFF a lil bit of angst, implied smut 

"Bye y/n!"

“Be safe darling, call us if you need anything” Nat pressed a quick kiss to your head before boarding the jet. 

“Don’t let Barnes bite” Tony murmured, only half jokingly. If Bucky even thought of laying a finger on you, all hell would break loose, no one touched the team’s precious baby. You were the youngest and newest avenger to join the team and every single person was extremely protective over you, Tony, Steve and Nat especially. You were sunshine in a bottle and they made sure they took care of you at all times. 

That meant they’d whisk you away before missions got too risky. They’d fiercely fight anyone that tired to hurt you. That also meant  no one would ever get to break your heart because they’d screen any potential date you had. What they didn’t know was you had been dating Bucky from the third week you joined, which had been well over a year ago. 

It didn’t take long for you to fall for the super solider, especially when he roamed around the compound at night and you were a complete night owl. Passing smiles became late night walks. Late night rides on his motor bike. Late night hugs. Cuddles. Kisses. Moans and messes between the sheets...

You couldn’t actually tell anyone about the relationship. The team would have had Bucky’s head served on a platter for going anywhere near you. It pained you because you loved Bucky and while the team was protective over you, you were more protective over him. 

“It’ll be fine, you be careful though, okay?” Steve gave you a quick hug before following behind Nat, the team waving at you while you stood at the compound entrance. You waved back, watching the jet take off, your eyes growing wide when you felt someone behind you. 

“Hey baby” 

You yelped, feeling a thick pair of arms wrap around you, his beard tickling your skin as he buried his face into your neck “Do they know I bite you and kiss you and taste you and fuc-

“Oh my god James” You giggled, squealing when Bucky lifted you into his arms, peppering your face with kisses. “You couldn’t even wait 5 minutes for them to leave?” 

“Nope” He smirked, happily carrying you over to his room, dropping you onto his bed before flopping on top of you. “Couldn’t waste another second to get you all to myself. Now I can bite my girl as much as I want wherever I want” You giggled feeling Bucky’s fingers tickle your waist while he playfully nipped your skin, holding you in place “And no one can do anything about it” He said triumphantly. 

“You little perv” You narrowed your eyes at him, all clothes thrown off within seconds. 

“Only a little perv for you doll” 

“We can’t do anything Bucky, your still healing from the last mission” You rolled your eyes while he huffed dramatically, burying his face into your chest, hitching his leg over you. 

“Fine. Naked cuddles?” 

***** 

“C’mon, let’s go, time for drinks” 

The team had landed back from their mission with plans in place to go to the bar after reports were done. Tony was the first to head down, followed by the rest. You and Bucky sat on opposite ends of the couch without making eye contact, waiting for everyone to join before heading out. 

Moments earlier in Bucky’s room

“And where do you think you’re going looking like that baby” Bucky caught your arm as you passed his room, quickly pulling you inside. 

“Bucky, they’ll see us” You whispered warningly, your mind turning to mush as he pressed his body against yours, nipping your jawline. 

“Can’t help it, I won’t get to kiss you all night” Bucky pouted, nuzzling into your neck. “I just want a kiss” 

You giggle, cupping his face and pulling him down for a sweet kiss. You tried to pull away but Bucky chased your lips, claiming you again. 

“Bubba, you said one kiss” 

“Just one more”

“Noo, that was too short, one more?”

*intense puppy eyes* 

“Please?” 

10 kisses later  

“Looks like that’s all of us, FRIDAY, tell Happy to pull the cars around” The team piled into a few cars; no one had the intention of driving when they all fully intended on drinking their body weight in alcohol. 

The night was going smoothly. You sat in the booth with Nat and Wanda while the guys headed off to the bar to grab a few more drinks. You had a light buzz, doing your best to keep the goofy grin that kept trying to sneak on your face each time you turned back to see your beautiful boyfriend. All black outfit. His dark grey arm. The gold accents. His chestnut hair. Stubble. His blue eyes. Pink lips. Perfect nose. His eyes twinkled as he glanced over at you, a tiny smirk playing on his lips. A man passed Bucky, pausing in front of him. You could see the light from his face drop. 

“Can’t believe they let people like you out” 

You blinked. Surely you heard wrong. 

“Honestly, who let him in here” 

You didn’t. 

Bucky swallowed thickly, frozen in place while Steve came to his side, placing himself between the two men. 

“Do we have a problem here?”

“I think so, why the hell is the winter solider allowed to be out in public” 

Tony and Sam made their way over but not quick enough. It took you less than three strides, shoving yourself in front of Steve, your hand itching to to grab the knife in your thigh holster. 

“What the fuck did you say to him?” Your voice came out a growl through gritted teeth, daring the man to continue. He was only slightly taller than you, but that didn’t phase you, you had taken on worse. 

“You heard me. What the fuck you gonna do about it princess” The man sneered, while Tony and Sam tried to intervene, but you weren’t having it. You grabbed the man by the throat, easily slamming his face against the wooden table of the bar, pressing his face onto the hard counter. You smirked that the tooth that had fallen out, your hands squeezing around his neck tighter the more he tried to pull away. 

“You say that about him again” You hissed, holding the man in place while he continued to squirm. You were relentless, no one, absolutely no one spoke about your Bucky that way. “Don’t you fucking dare” 

“Baby, let him go” Bucky called for you softly, his hands gently gripping your shoulders. You could feel the warmth of his hands melting onto your skin, reluctantly letting go of the man while he dropped to the floor, wheezing. Bucky carefully pulled you away towards him, his heart beating out of his chest because he had some how fallen even more in love with you. 

“Are you okay bubba?” You cupped his face, while he gazed down at you with heart eyes, leaning into your touch. 

“Why wouldn’t I be, I have my own little body guard looking out for me” Bucky whispered before pulling you in for a kiss, completely forgetting (although honestly not caring) that everyone was staring at you both. Steve had the man thrown out, joining the rest in the staring immediately after. 

The team blinked wide eyed, everyone frozen in place. So many questions. First at their little sun shines out burst. You hardly swore let alone raised your voice. You’d once apologized for punching someone too hard. Now you were breaking teeth? 

Why the fuck did you call Bucky bubba? He’s a 6′5 trained assassin. You hadn’t dated anyone since you arrived. Bucky and you never even spoke. Why was he looking at you like that. Now he called you baby? 

“What the hell...” 

You broke out of your trance with Bucky to see Steve, Nat and Tony staring you while Sam and Clint smirked. Tony was the first to speak up, motioning between you and Bucky. 

“You want to explain this?” 

“I love him and he’s mine” You stated matter of factly, wrapping your arms around Bucky protectively. “All mine” 

Bucky couldn’t help but melt into your embrace, his arms hugging you tightly to him. He’d never had anyone love him so fiercely; other than Steve, no one had ever thought to protect him. He’d spent years protecting himself and then you came along. This little drop of sunshine that turned into fire when someone tried to hurt him. 

“All yours huh?” Tony mused while you nodded, your face buried in Bucky’s chest. “Well he’s not special, he has to pass the screening if he wants to date you”

Steve snorted while Bucky looked at the team with wide eyes, their faces all dead serious. 

“What, who said you get to date our baby without permission. Question 1 Barnes, what are your intentions with our y/n?” 

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[assembletheimagines]

Sleepless Nights

tag list: @potatothots @elle14-blog1 @avengetheunnatural @getwellsoontana @littlelightnings​ 

summary: You don’t get along with your neighbor, Bucky, but did he just moan your name?

-

You couldn’t stand him.

Or that’s what you think as you sit up in your bed, letting out an exasperated groan as dull thumps banged against your bedroom wall.

Your neighbor, however grumpy in passing, was quiet the ladies' man and seemed to be entertaining a new lady almost every night. And he also didn’t seem to care how loud they might be.

You looked at your phone to see the time before angrily throwing your blankets off of you as moans and groans, barely muffled, sounded through your bedroom because of your apartments’ thin walls. The woman’s wailing practically sounded like it was on your blue tooth speaker and you finally lost it.

“People have jobs you know,” you muttered under your breath as you trudged into your hallway and towards your kitchen. “People work in the morning,” you grumbled as you grabbed your speaker from the counter and stomped back into your bedroom. The amateur porn-worthy moans and groans continued with the knocks of his bed slamming against your bedroom wall and your eyes narrowed.

Fuck this.

You glared at your Spotify as you scrolled, looking for what song to play.

And when you found it, your lips curved into a viscous smile as you turned your speaker on. You connected it to your phone and you made your way to your window.

Slamming the window up, you were met with a cool breezy and louder noises from your neighbor’s room. You scoffed with a roll of your eyes and pressed play.

Your speaker, that you fondly named burrito since it was shaped as one, began blasting the song you picked. Immediately drowning out your neighbor, Bucky, and his friend.

-

Your mood had immediately brightened as your music blared in your room and resonated through your entire apartment.

You let yourself get lost in your playlist as you sang and walked through your room and back into the kitchen, nodding your head as you opened the fridge to grab yourself a drink.

By the time you were half-way done with your water, the song had ended and moved onto the next.  

Your lord and savior, Megan Thee Stallion, began to bump and almost drowned out the pounding your front door was getting.

You lowered the music from your phone by a little and walked over to your door. And you did not check to see who it was, swinging the door open.

Ah, surprise, surprise, your lovely neighbor stood before you.

Bucky’s hair was slightly disheveled. He was shirtless with a few scratches down his chest as his sweatpants hung low on his hips. If you hadn’t vowed to piss him off at all costs you would have thought he looked attractive.

His eyes glared at you and you gave him a sweet smile in response, your eyes widening in a fake innocence. “Hello, how can I help you, neighbor?” You greeted with a tilt of your head. “Do you need some sugar?”

Bucky’s scowl grew bigger as he rolled his eyes at you. “ Do you mind?” He hissed, clearly your music interrupted his business and your smile grew just as big as his scowl.

“What do you mean?” You continued your game of innocence and his eyes narrowed.

You watched as Bucky crossed his arms over his chest and he looked at you harder. You weren’t sure if he was trying to be intimidating but you were currently wearing duck slippers and you refused to back down while wearing them. “Your music,” he gritted out and Megan continued to rap about weak ass bitches. You smiled.

“Oh, queen hot girl summer,” you hummed with a nod and Bucky stared at you without emotion now.

“It’s fall,” he mumbled and you bit your lip from laughing as you shrugged your shoulders.

“It’s hot girl season always.” And Bucky looked at you like it would be enough for you to disappear from his life.

He was mistaken.

“Your music,” he gritted out through clenched teeth. “Made the person I was with leave.” He grumbled and you blinked, tilting your head again.

“Oh,” your lips curved into a pout as you looked down momentarily before looking back up at your handsome neighbor. Batting your eyelashes at him sweetly, your frown turned into a bright smile. “Well at least I’ll sleep well tonight.”

And then you slammed the door shut.

You had no remorse as you proceed to turn to the lock and go back to your kitchen. You snatched your water bottle, turned off your light and skipped back to your bedroom.

Ten minutes later, your duck slippers laid on the floor on the side of your bed. You pulled the covers back over you and finally turned your speaker off.

You had a smile on your face as you breathed a happy sigh.

Time to go to bed.

And you had your eyes closed for possibly two minutes before your heart dropped and your eyes opened in alarm.  

Are you sleep deprived or did Bucky just moan your name?

[moonykat]

@stucky-week Day 4: Cuddling

[stardust-revengers]

god is real.

[petersspideysense]

me literally one second into endgame

[bitchassbucky]

HOL Y SHI T YOU GUYS

SO I FELL ASLEEP FOR LIKE 3 hours (i have a shit sleeping sched ok but that's another story) AND I DREAMT THAT I MET BUCKY????????

LIKE POST-ENDGAME!BUCKY??????

AND HE SAID TO ME, "what are you doing here?"

AND I SAID, "i came back, i'm here now."

HE WAS LIKE "you can't be here. you know you can't."

AND OF COURSE A BITCH (me) IS SAD

AND THEN HE TOUCHED MY FACE, LIKE CRADLED IT AND SAID, "now's not the time, my love. but i promise i'll see you soon."

?????????????

AND THEN I WOKE UP

IM

[openforjean]

hola, i play violin and am obsessed with marvel and star wars

I didn’t have to think

[tonys-ass]

am i dying? YESS?????

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[tharros-auris-black-asimi]

Singed Daffodils (Chapter 4)

Pairing: King Bucky Barnes x Queen Female Reader

Summary: Ever since you had been young, you knew that you were in love with James Barnes. When you were arranged to marry him, you had been over the moon.

Then throughout your short-lived, doomed marriage, you realized he didn't love you. The divorce papers had been written up and just like that, the two of you weren't married anymore.

Thirteen years later, to avoid scrutiny and even more possible scandal, you're marrying him. Again.

But you've learned your lesson now. Falling in love with James will just spell trouble for you.

James however, is determined to undermine your plan. Every step of the way.

Chapter Warnings: Child abandonment, abusive parents, scandal, war, orphaned children, treason, invasion of privacy, angst

Additional Notes: Hello everyone! Welcome to update 2 of 2. I finished this chapter quicker than chapter 3, but considering that this is a double update, I already proofread this and allowed Grammarly to do its magic and stuff before I finished writing up chapter 3.

Hopefully, this chapter isn't too lacking in the interactions with Bucky and the Reader! I wanted them to just relax in this chapter. The chapters going forward will have more interaction between our two leads, but this chapter is kinda filler-ish. But expect more interactions coming up!

As always, if you'd like to read this chapter on my AO3, you can do so here.

Word Count: 4846

Pamela was sitting in on one of her many lessons.

You and James had told her that her education as Crown Princess was going to start while both of you would be gone for your honeymoon.

So, for the past month or so, she had been at lesson after lesson after lesson, furthering her education.

Life at the palace had been relatively quiet. Her Auntie Becca, for the most part— did not unleash giraffes, monkeys, or llamas onto the streets to terrorize the good people of this nation.

The streets, (and people), were safe for the time being.

Her parents had kept her up to date with their honeymoon, mostly through pictures in the group chat. So she had seen the pictures of you and her father at the museum, the pictures of you and her father in the hotel room together (family-friendly, of course), and the pictures of you and her father at the beach. Just enjoying your time together.

Even though she was still just a teenager, she knew that your relationship was far from perfect. It wasn’t every day that two royals remarried for the sake of their child. She had heard the whispers and snide remarks that had followed her after the wedding. Some of the people that hadn’t approved of the union, had sent her sneering looks and gossiped about you behind her back as if they thought she didn’t have ears.

Because even though it had been a long way from medieval times, it seemed that the Madonna Whore Complex was still alive in this country and her home country.

The scandal involving you, James, and Dot still seemed to be alive and thriving in this country. Because yeah, her father’s reputation had tanked considerably. It had.

But your reputation? Dot’s reputation?

James’s ruined, tainted reputation had nothing on how badly both of your reputations had suffered.

From you having to fly under the radar because your father, her grandfather shaming you for the reason being that your first marriage had fallen apart, to Dot being ridiculed and fleeing away with a foreign prince two years later.

Pamela had seen the sly remarks from women, and the vulgar comments from men on the internet when the news had come out that her parents were remarrying again. Very unsavory things. Things that no teenager should find out, or know about their parents.

She wouldn’t be lying if she could admit to herself and only herself that the words didn’t affect her.

They did.

Jesus fucking Christ, this shitshow was like the shitshow that was Princess Diana and Prince Charles all over again!

… did that make Dot Princess Camilla? It did, right?

Yes. Yes, it did.

Oh, for fucks sake!

“Your Highness, are you feeling alright?”

Ajak, the teacher that you and James had hired for Pamela’s lessons gazed at her, concern on her face.

“I’m sorry Miss Ajak,” Pamela apologized quickly. Profusely. “I just… have many things on my mind right now.”

“That’s quite alright,” The Mexican-American woman said kindly. Pamela watched as she closed the textbook that she needed to study through for the lesson today.

“Why don’t you talk to me about it? If you wish to, Your Highness.” Ajak asked.

The older woman saw the young teen sigh a little.

“I…”

She was struggling to find the right words.

The few weeks and months had flown by without her noticing. Perhaps Pamela had been too wrapped up in the happiness that she would be with both of her parents, despite the scandal that hung over the little family’s heads.

“I’m so sorry that you had to be involved in this,”  you had whispered to her once you had told her that you had accepted her father’s marriage proposal, and had started with the wedding preparations. Picking out the venue, picking out the decorations, shopping for a wedding dress. Picking out the food menu for the wedding reception and emailing people about their food allergies, which you just seemed to not understand at all.

But other than that… the realization slapped her hard across the face.

Because that was just it, wasn’t it?

In a way, there was a part of her that hated the fact that her father hadn’t been in love with her mother when her mother had. How could her father not love her mother as she had when they were younger? What could there not be that her father couldn’t love about her mother? How could he have been so selfish, being in love with someone else?

That was what she told Ajak. She saw the woman raise an eyebrow of surprise at her bluntness.

“Your Highness,” Ajak began, but Pamela butted in.

“Pamela,” she corrected her.

“Pamela,” Ajak made sure to emphasize her name. “His Highness… you can’t choose who you fall in love with. Your father falling in love with Dot was something that could not be controlled or chosen. Yes, it is very unfortunate that your mother had been in love with your father as children, and he did not reciprocate her feelings.”

“However,” she continued, putting a hand up so that Pamela wouldn’t interrupt her. “It did not mean that your father had the jurisdiction to divorce your mother and replace her with Dot so quickly. That was a mistake on his part. From what I know and understand, your mother’s reputation never recovered.”

“Grandfather would tell my grandmother that she was a mistake,” Pamela answered her hollowly as if her voice was simply nothing but an echo in a long, never-ending tunnel. “That… the marriage was a disgrace, a sham— and having me just made it worse. A broken marriage, and a child that she was keeping a secret from my father. He even suggested sending us back to father’s kingdom because we didn’t ‘belong here anymore.’ It was one of the reasons why he didn’t let us live in the palace anymore. I thought coming here and seeing my father for the first time… maybe it would be good for me. I’ve only seen him in pictures and videos. All I wanted was to see him at least once.”

She could feel her eyes becoming watery as she went on.

“Mother never spoke about him in great detail. She told me what he looked like. What his name was. That he was also royalty, just like her. She showed me pictures. But she never talked about him. Like, the nice things. She avoided talking about him in detail whenever I would ask her.”

That haunted look in your eyes.

Pamela would always see this haunted look in your eyes when she would ask about King James in detail. Simple things like “How was he when you were married?” or “Was he a good father?”

You never answered her.

Now, now she knew why.

The scandal had ripped you apart.

Not literally, obviously.

Figuratively, even metaphorically, yes.

Her mother had been married to one of her oldest childhood friends whom she had been in love with since forever, only to turn out that he never really loved her at all.

But that haunted look in your eyes… she had seen that when people would make leery comments or taunts of her mother’s failed marriage. Like everything had been her fault that everything went to shit. And not at all towards the dude who had fucked all of it up in the first place.

“It’s all my fault!” she wailed, unable to control her tears any longer. Her face scrunched up in despair as she continued to cry, Ajak wrapping her in her arms so that the Crown Princess could let it all out.

“My Princess,” Ajak soothed her, rubbing circles into her back. Comforting her. Giving her the motherly love that she had given all of the children that had escaped together who had found her.

Ajak’s husband had been long gone by the time war had broken out in the Rogers country. Given that Steven came from many a line of Rogers who had ruled with an authoritarian, iron fist. Just like how his father had. Ajak had just come to James’s country, looking for a new job after the unfortunate passing of her husband.

And when the war had broken out, people had fled. Ajak had found a bunch of dirty, saddened-looking, but most of all, scared teenagers who had come to her door.

Sersi. Ikaris. Phastos. Kingo. Gilgamesh. Thena. Driug. Makkari. Sprite.

All of them had been young to adult teenagers, and then there had been the young child Sprite.

Being that Ajak couldn’t have biological children of her own and that after trying for so long that she and her husband had given up, she found it easy to be a mother of nine. A big family, but she would make do.

Now that she was older, and her children had grown up and gone their separate ways, Ajak went back to the job she had before she moved to this new country.

Teaching.

Not only that, but her son Druig, who was married to Makkari, had told his king that his mother was a great teacher. She was very qualified, the man had added cheerfully.

“… it is not your fault. Your father not being in love with your mother was not your fault. Nor was their divorce. You being here is no one’s fault. Life is difficult, Your Highness. You are not the reason why your mother’s father treated her like he did. It isn’t your fault, Your Highness.”

Still, Pamela couldn’t help but feel like the scandal had been somewhat her fault.

“If only I wasn’t so curious,” she sniffed. As a retaliation to Ajak’s statement, almost.

“There is nothing wrong with being curious,” Ajak assured her gently.

Pamela just sniffed.

“I think this will conclude our lessons for today.” she heard Ajak say gently.

She couldn’t be in more agreement.

Much later that evening…

James noticed how tired you were.

Because as soon as the private jet had taken off to go back home, you had fallen asleep.

He had been distracted the entire flight. It would bite him later in the ass because then he was pretty certain that he would be exhausted later. But that was for him tomorrow to figure out and deal with. Not him right now.

Your words echoed in his mind.

I married you for duty.

I married you for comfort.

I married you for our daughter.

I married you for the sake of our daughter.

We should just be separate from now on.

Separate.

As in, not together.

As in, the both of you weren’t going to be sharing a room together.

There was another room next to his in the private apartments for the royal family that was used as a sort of a guest room. At the very most, there was a bed, a little bedside table next to it, and a drawer. And they were all inter-connected. So it wouldn’t be too bad. It wasn’t the end of the world.

But James couldn’t help but continue to think about it.

Even as the jet landed and he gently woke you up.

A sleepy, almost irritated moan just came from you in response.

“We’re home, bubble,”  his voice rumbled.

That made you slowly wake up. Your eyes slowly opened, and your voice was groggy when you uttered your next words.

“What time is it?”  Your voice was still thick with sleep.

“Two AM,”  James even checked his phone which had been charging the entire time.

You just groaned.

“If it’ll make you feel better,” he spoke, “… I could carry you?”  he suggested.

You let out a soft little hum.

You even nodded your head.

Scooping you up in his arms after taking off your seat belt, your husband carried you bridal style down the stairs.

In his arms, you stirred and murmured some words that James couldn’t pick up. Heeding it no mind though, he continued to carry you inside of the palace, not even caring if any of the servants who were still on duty or passing by gawked at the sight.

Which, there were a few. A few stragglers who were still at their posts, getting ready to go into their rooms for the night that was sneaking a late-night peek of their King and Queen. As James continued his trek towards the private apartments, he saw at least one or two servants peeking at the sight of their king carrying their queen.

“There’s another room next to mine. You’ll be staying in the middle room between Pamela and me,” James told you. Since you were only half-awake by now, you only sorta caught what he was saying. Slow nods were the only response he got from you.

And that was fine. When he eventually did reach the wing of private apartments that were being used by the little family of three, James pulled out the key that he used for his own apartment locks, considering this apartment also had the same door bolt. The sounds of the door opening caught your attention. Blinking a little, you decided to address the situation.

“What…”

“I’ll have Pietro and Vision help move your things into your new room,” were the only words that James spoke.

Pietro Maximoff, the twin of Wanda Maximoff and one of the King’s attendees, and Vision, who was Wanda’s husband and who worked in the city at a tech store. All three of them lived with Wanda and Vis’s twin boys, where Pietro was known as “Uncle Pietro.” James knew that Pietro liked to spoil his nephews, even when Wanda told him it was unnecessary. After a while, James just deduced that it was just to get under his little sister’s skin. Always a jokester, he was.

A rush of air slapped you in the face as cool air nipped at your skin. It made you blink your eyes and groan a little in irritation.

Feeling your back being placed on something that felt like a soft mattress, you wanted to say something.

Anything.

However, when you willed to speak the words, James had already turned away from you, walked to the door, and gently closed it behind him.

Leaving you completely and utterly alone.

Sometime later that day, in some other wing of the palace...

“Look… I’m not saying it’s a bad idea—”

“… but what you’re saying is, it’s a bad idea.”

“Precisely.”

The sounds of a woman groaning as she thunked her head into her arms were heard, echoing around in the empty room.

Sharon Carter, one of the members of the Barnes Royal Family’s Secret Force and its Leader just stared at the blond-haired man who was sitting across the table from her.

Clint Francis Barton just gave her a considering look as he continued to eat his grapes. He had put lemon juice and sprinkled some sugar on them to mimic the taste of Sour Patch Kids. Something to do with either a cooking hack he saw on Instagram or TikTok.

But he was pretty sure it had been on Instagram.

“I think a nice walk in the park would be a great way to… y’know,” said Sharon, albeit a little awkwardly, even as she fiddled with her thumbs in anxiousness, something Clint never had seen her do. Like ever, in his life. As long as he had known her, really. She never really acted that way around him.

So this was a first.

“To pop the question,” Clint signed back to her, even though his hearing aids were turned on.

“Yeah…” Sharon was nodding her head in kinda a solemn way now.

The blonde woman and the blue-haired woman had quite the history together. See, Sharon was a family friend of the Rogers Royal Family, because of Steve and Peggy’s failed engagement when it had come to light that Peggy had been secretly working with the enemy line during the war in their country. Peggy and Steve’s engagement had been severed, and her older sister had been branded as a traitor and exiled.

The Carter’s were a rich, influential family in the Rogers country, but ever since the scandal, had been made a mockery. Really, the two Heads of the family had been extremely lucky their monarchs hadn’t stripped them of their titles, or worse— taken their money and riches away from them. Harrison and Amanda had pleaded to the Queen Mother Sarah Rogers for mercy and decency, while Sharon had stewed on the scandal.

In truth, she always knew that her sister wished to be more. To be looked at as more than just a ditsy socialite. Peggy Carter always wanted more. More. Her sister was ambitious. Perhaps it had been from the confines their parents had forced her into, and how badly she wanted to be free of them.

But to commit treason against the Crown? Against the Royal Family? Against their own people?

And while yes, Peggy had been a Captain in the Royal Army and was known as Captain Carter to her soldiers and her superiors, Sharon had always heard from her sister through gossip or her own mouth that she had been sick and tired of having to see men all the time. Having to see and answer to men, while she was just a woman.

During the war, Sharon had still been living here, in this country. Because yes, she held dual citizenship with James’s country and her own. For a few years now.

When the scandal and news broke out, Sharon had told Steve that well, she hadn’t really been surprised.

“She’s… always wanted more. More power. More influence. She felt trapped, like me. But this country… it was home. She always told me. And to me, this’ll forever be home in my heart, but…”

Steve saw Sharon take in a sigh. “Maybe… I guess we were sick and tired of pretending all the time. She had to pretend to abide by the rules. Even though seeing men every day made her want to lose her mind. I mean, it’s what I guess went through her head. I don’t claim to be a psychic, Steve.”

With a shrug, Sharon looked at Steve. She didn’t really care if he responded to her or not, but she did want to shed some light on the situation. Even though Peggy had committed treason and was a conspirator against the monarchy, Sharon still found some tiny piece inside of her that felt sympathy for her older sister.

Not empathy. Certainly not. But sympathy, yes.

“She committed treason.” was Steve’s soft tone.

“I know. I’m not disagreeing with you, Steve.” Sharon sighed again, for what seemed like the millionth time that day. She was sitting in the chair that looked across from King Steven in his office that looked like it belonged in some Regency period drama. Books lined the bookcase behind him, and his laptop was open.

“… I’m just trying to provide another perspective. That’s all. She committed treason and went against the laws of this land and she was rightfully punished for it. If I did what she did, I would have wanted to be punished just as she did.”

This, Steve took into consideration.

If he was going to be frank, he always liked Sharon more than Peggy. While he and Peggy were both headstrong and always wanting to be better than they could ever be for themselves, Sharon was mellower. While she always stood up for what she believed in, she wasn’t as hot-headed as he was, or even her older sister sometimes.

Sharon balanced the two Carter sisters out. A Ying and Yang sorta thing. And that was what Steve admired about the blonde woman. Always willing to hear things out instead of bulldozing into situations. A planner. It was why she worked so well within the Barnes Royal Secret Force. Sharon had steadily worked up the ranks, just as how Peggy had done in the army.

Two peas in a pod.

Eventually, his hand came to rest on top of hers.

“I’ve always treasured our friendship, Sharon.”

“I know,” Sharon gave him a soft smile, one that she only reserved for friends and family. “You’re a good friend and a great king, Steve. I know you’ll go on to do good things. Just… don’t fight bullies in alleyways. Cause I really won’t be there to beat their asses anymore.”

Steve just laughed.

From then on, it had just been radio silence from her parents. Sharon suspected that since she hadn’t leaped for Peggy’s defense back when she had been on trial, that she didn’t love the family anymore or some shit like that.

Sharon loved her family. She did. Her parents had been loving and supportive all throughout her childhood and even were supportive of her decision to move to this country to pursue the job that she was now the leader of. Hell, they were even supportive of her relationship with Nebula. The only other person who she felt could understand her like no one else could.

But Peggy…

She always oddly felt as if sometimes, or in moments her parents thought she couldn’t comprehend or see that between the two of them, Peggy was the one who was favored just the slightest bit more.

And when Sharon told her parents that no, she wouldn’t be defending Peggy in trial and that what Peggy did had well deserved her to be put where she was; in front of the entire nation, stripped of all her titles, especially as Captain of the Roger Royal Army, and to be banished, branded, commended as a traitor and exiled from their great country— her parent’s true colors shone into the light. Like the soft colors of the rainbow on a glass-stained window in the church cathedral.

Her parents had called her a disgrace to the family name and announced that they were disowning her and that if she were to ever marry Nebula, that no, her father would not be walking her down the aisle, and no, they would not be attending the wedding either. And no, if she and Nebula were to ever adopt, that no, they would not be acknowledging the baby as their grandchild.

So basically after all that drama and jazz, Sharon had blocked her parents on everything and everywhere, and went no contact.

Life was better if she was gonna be totally honest. She had made a new home here, with friends and loved ones alike. She and Natasha Romanov-Barton were as thick as thieves and she was for certain that she and Nebula would be very concerned if Natasha or Gamora would fit the bill for their Matron of Honor.

But that would have to do for later. That would be discussed later.

Right now however, Sharon pulled some papers and pictures from her workbag so she could show them to Clint.

“I did some digging last night on the person who might be the person who took pictures of Her Majesty and the Crown Princess.”

Up Clint sat. A more serious expression overtook his face as he popped another grape in his mouth.

Munch. Munch. Munch. Munch.

“What kinda pictures have you found?” Was what he said once he swallowed his fruit.

“You’d be better looking at them at the meeting,” Sharon told him. “Aw man!” complained Clint as he threw his hands up in surrender. “That’s so anticlimactic!”

All Sharon did was just laugh at him.

At the meeting…

“Clint! Put away your grapes!”

“What? Why? These are my grapes! I took a lot of time to clean them and put lemon juice on them and put sugar on them!”

A collective groan echoed through the conference room.

There probably was someone who even banged their head onto the table too.

But a certain raven-haired man cheerfully spoke up.

“Yeah. And I heard they’re supposed to taste like Sour Patch Kids. Do they actually taste like Sour Patch Kids?”

Clint could almost drop to his knees and kiss the man’s feet.

Turning his head, he announced to the entire room. “See! Druig gets it! I always knew I could count on you understanding me.”

“That’s because you both have the same brand of crazy,” was what Druig’s wife Makkari signed to him.

Scowling at her, Clint signed back to the deaf woman. “No. It just means we’re kindred spirits.”

All she could offer him was an eye roll in response.

Druig meanwhile, just popped a grape into his mouth and chewed.

“Dude!” he exclaimed happily, slapping Clint’s back. “It does taste like Sour Patch Kids!”

“I know right!” Clint happily replied back.

Everyone in the room sans Clint just sighed.

Any more mentions of Clint’s DYIed grapes were silenced because just then, the door opened.

Revealing His Majesty, Her Majesty, and the Crown Princess on the other side.

Everyone stood at attention at once. Kinda like if they were in the military and their superior just walked in.

“Your Majesties,” was the heard chorus that flowed around the room.

They even curtsied or bowed to the three monarchs in respect.

“Can I have some of your grapes?” Was the only thing Pamela asked Clint shyly.

The blond man beamed at her while everyone else, (excluding Druig), groaned.

“You’re officially my favorite royal.” The deaf man announced as Pamela giggled and ate a grape once she sat herself down.

Natasha noticed that Yasha and his wife, while they smiled, didn’t look at each other. She watched with a critical eye that the two royals instead made their way to their seats, and sat down.

“Has there been any news?”  His Majesty asked politely.

Sharon Carter cleared her throat. Everyone’s eyes turned to her. “I found some pictures last night of the person who might be the one who took the photos of Her Majesty and the Crown Princess, Your Majesties. Although… this is still a working theory.”  The head and leader of the secret guard regarded quickly.

Pulling the pictures out of her workbag, she arranged the photos she managed to print in color and in HD. Spreading them all out in the middle of the huge conference table, allowing everyone to take a look at them.

A collective rush of whispers filled the room.

“Oh my…” that had come from Phil Coulson. His husband Nick Fury on the other hand, well, the Black man just scowled at them.

“This seems very concerning and odd,” was what Makkari signed to her king, who gave her a nod. His jaw was tight as he observed them himself, and poor Pamela was in her seat, eating another grape in hopes that it would calm her growing anxiety.

This unknown person, a man by the looks of it from the photos had taken pictures of her and her mother without their permission.

Sure, paparazzi was a thing. But Pamela had always been aware that the paparazzi would’ve loved to know her existence.

But taking unsolicited, private photos and leaking them onto the internet was a whole other thing within itself.

Paparazzi, she could live with.

But this?

This?

No.

Absolutely the hell not.

“He seems to be a young man in his thirties. Dark-haired and brown-eyed. Looks to be of a broad build. I haven’t done digging on what company he works for, but I’ll get onto it as soon as this meeting is over. We’ll find them Your Majesties.”  Sharon promised the trio.

“Thank you,”  You kindly thanked her, a gentle smile on your face.

“Right… so what I was thinking about this was…”

After the meeting concluded, everyone shuffled out, excluding James and Natasha. Clint had kissed his wife’s forehead, telling her excitedly that he would see her at home, and that they would be indulging in dinner tonight.

Needless to say, Natasha was excited. Out of the both of them, Clint was the better cook. Natasha’s only skill was making rice in a rice cooker because of Daisy’s interference, and mac and cheese from her younger sister Yelena’s obsession with Kraft mac and cheese.

Because seriously, how much hot sauce could one put in mac and cheese, for fucks sake!

And that was all Natasha was good at. Cooking wise. Drinks wise, she was a real wiz. She knew how to make chai, the authentic way. Along with boozy drinks or nonalcoholic drinks.

But cooking and she would never be friends. Baking, either. Forget it.

What she was good at though, was being a spy for the royal family. She had served loyally to the monarchy and believed in her king. Y’know, scandals aside. She didn’t really like to think about that. She had her own personal feelings that she wouldn’t allow to interfere with her work.

So when she lightly touched James’s hand in reassurance, as a gesture of goodwill, she saw James’s shoulder lightly sag as he exhaled.

“It’s okay, Yasha,”  the redhead assured the reigning monarch gently.

“We’ll find him, Yasha. Everything’s going to be alright.”

James didn’t answer her.

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heaven

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bucky barnes x fem!reader x sam wilson

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word count: 1.781.

warnings/tags: NSFW, +18!!! threesome, fingering, unprotected sex, language, mention of bodily fluids.

author notes: none of my stories contain reader’s body descriptions to be inclusive.

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You weren't drunk enough to blame alcohol for letting Sam invade your mouth with his expert tongue. The music outside of the random room you found maintained you with your feet on reality somehow, to not think it was a dream. A good dream. Even if you were focused on the way he was making you feel and the heat he was causing between your legs to burn down your soul, Bucky's fingers rolling the dress' straps by your arms until it fell to the floor kept your attention on him too. From one second to another, you were naked among the only two men you desired in your life —your boyfriend and his new best friend.

You couldn't help but moan pleased when they pressed you against their bodies and Bucky's huge hands made their way to your hard nipples. He squeezed your breasts slowly, delighting himself with every touch and the sound of every gasp dying on Sam's tongue, still dominating yours masterfully. You ran out of breath at the feeling of their rock dicks being rubbed to your ass and pussy respectively. You were in heaven between those two men.

“Tell him what you want, doll”. Your boyfriend murmured hoarsely into your ear, touring the shape of it with his teeth, causing you goosebumps all around.

“Ca— Can you…? Fuck…” You whined through your parted lips when Bucky dug his incisors in your shoulder. “Sam… I… I wan— want yo— shit… I've fantasized of you… fuckin— fucking me with your fingers”.

“That's what you want, uh?” He inquired rhetorically, pawing your sides roughly as one of his hands toured your right thigh straight to your cunt barely covered by a thin thong. Soaked.

“Please…” You begged, placing your arms around his neck.

Sam licked his lips, not needing to look at Bucky for permission. What you didn't know is that ten minutes ago they had a conversation on the terrace to make that happen. No one could deny that you'd die for Bucky's love. He was everything you had, and you were everything he had. But, when both of them appeared in your house really fucked after a mission, you started to feel some kind of desire for Sam. Only desire. Your heart was occupied with your boyfriend.

You came back from your thoughts as soon as the second man recently involved moved the small string aside. He played and teased your folds using the fingertip of his index digit, making you toss your head back to Bucky's left shoulder. Your boyfriend drunk delighted the crying you uttered inevitably when Sam slammed his finger into your tight walls, clenching around him. While the soldier was being all sweetness and delicacy, kissing you slowly, the pilot started to fuck you hard adding a second curled finger. And God blessed the loud music outside to cover your wrecked moans and your pleads.

“Does Sam make you feel good, doll?” Bucky purred with his eyes fixed on yours, watching you gasp in sync with the palm crashing violently against your pussy.

The three of you knew you hadn't much time to be disappeared before someone suspected, and the fierce pace of thrusts to your g-spot had you shivering under Bucky's grip.

“Oh, fuck, Sam”. You sobbed, not being able to form a proper sentence.

As your boyfriend guided his lips to your neck —sucking a hickey there to mark his forever-territory—, the pilot was back to attack your mouth. Your fingers were tightly nailed to the back of his head, starting to rock your hips looking for more friction against their sensible cocks. The grunts coming from them filled the room.

“Shit… you're gonna make me cum in my pants”. Sam growled, landing his free hand in your ass, squeezing it and forcing you to move it faster against Bucky's dick, being a bundle of moans dying on your neck.

“Got'a better idea…”

As you heard your boyfriend chuckling petty onto your ear with his orbs fixed on the dark ones of his friend, you knew they were going to ruin you.

“Listen to me now, doll. 'M gonna leav—”.

“Plea— Please, Bucky, don't”. You whined, not knowing how much you could handle the way Sam was impaling you by adding a third finger, making you cover your mouth with a hand or the whole compound would hear you.

“I can wait for you”. He hummed, turning your face towards his. “But I wan'you to show him how good you make me feel… And I'll give you a reward later”.

You were conscious that it didn't matter the times you begged him to stay, they had made a decision before coming into that room and that was what was going to happen. Bucky placed one last kiss full of love and tender at the moment Sam gave a break to your abused cunt, and you watched him leave after checking there wasn't anybody around, placing well his jeans in the zone of his bulge crotch.

“We can't stop if you don' want to continue”. Sam mumbled then, holding your hand to bring you closer.

You were panting trying to recover your breathing, pouting at him inevitably. As soon as Bucky left you alone, you felt a slap of reality and insecurities straight to your face. And he noticed it, gently wrapping your lower back with his arms since your legs were shaking and too weak to stand by themselves.

“Look at me”. He asked you then, showing you a fleeting smile barely curving up his lips. “Bucky wants it and I do too. But it only matters if you want or not. This… This is like a test, alright? You try and if you like, and if you want, we'll repeat. Bucky, you and I”.

You nodded hardly swallowing, sure that you'd make it up to your boyfriend later. You weren't in love with Sam, only with Bucky and you needed to demonstrate it to him. You glanced at the pilot unzipping his pants to pull them down along his boxers, letting his painful erection spring free to his abdomen still covered by the white shirt he was wearing. Your right hand gripped his sensitive skin, licking your lips at the sight, pumping his glorious dick slowly, as Sam made you walk backward to the immaculately done bed. He sat first, not being in need of telling you what you had to do next.

He watched you pull down by your thighs your black thong till it was thrown on the floor, before heading to his lap and sitting on it. Sam's cock was thick and long, pretty similar to Bucky's, so you knew it will cost you a second to fit your clenching and abused cunt around him, but you were too anxious for being fucked by him that you didn't care. You practically bounced on Sam, ramming his hardness into you beyond your limits. He was fast enough to make you drown the loud cry out in his mouth, crashing his lips on yours.

He filled you completely, gripping his hands in your hips slightly painful to urge you to move, to dance your body. And you did it with nothing but whines and gasps.

“You're so… tight, baby girl”. Sam grunted rolling his eyes white. “Oh, fuck…”

You still couldn't believe what was happening between those four walls. You were impaling your cunt once and once, with any mercy, using your boyfriend's best friend's dick. And you liked it. You loved it. Sam was making you feel really good. Not the same way Bucky used to do, but enough to put you to beg him for letting you cum. You needed it, and you wanted him to flood your guts too.

“Ple— Please… Please”. You cried hiding your face into the crook of his neck, feeling the tears of pure desperation run down your cheeks.

“C'mon, my sweet girl… cream my dick…” He whispered with such a honeyed tone, almost hurting you by the way he had to nail tighter his fingertips in your buttocks. Painfully pleasurable.

You couldn't contain the orgasm anymore at his petition, looking for his mouth to invade yours again by using his tongue to drown the delighted scream he caused on you, while the ecstasy hit your body wildly. But Sam didn't stop from forcing you to keep jumping onto his twitching cock, pushing you down strongly and feeling him almost touching your stomach when his seed was spilled inside your clenching and glad abused pussy.

“For the fuc— fucking love of… God”. He roared in a broken tone of voice.

Your thighs were quivering at both sides of his legs, your lungs were emptied and your mind went completely blank.

Once you made sure to look like anything happened, you left the room before Sam —ashamed but satisfied—. Trying to walk normally, as your legs were still feeling weak, you looked for your boyfriend where he told you where he was going to be waiting for you. In the desolate kitchen. You glanced at Bucky sipping a glass of whisky, suddenly fading away your embarrassment and your insecurities with a smirk towards you, stretching his cold hand to hold yours and push you to his warm body.

“Did Sam fuck you good, uh?” He wanted to know humming, gently caressing your swollen and somewhat darker lips with his iron thumb. You nodded in silence, stealing the glass from his other hand to drink it in just one gulp.

“Can yo… Can you take me home?” You murmured in a plea, almost pouting at him.

“Hey, hey… Listen”. His tone changed in the blink of an eye from seduction to concern, placing his index finger under your chin. “You don' have to demonstrate me anythin'… God… I've never in my life felt so damn turned on than tonight… Watching you being fucked by Sam while you were looking at me…”

“You… You didn't leave bec—”.

Bucky interrupted you by freeing your hand from the glass, wrapping his left around your throat, and nailing the other in the center of your ass, directing his middle finger to that tight unexplored hole under your dress.

“I wan'to repeat, doll”. He purred in your ear, causing you to gasp against his by the pressure in your entrance. “I wan' Sam and I to fuck you at once… I wan' you to suck my dick —your dick— as he eats your sweet, little pussy… Fuck… Fuck, I'm hard only by imagining it, doll”.

“Buck…” You sobbed tightening your fingers in his shoulders. “Take me home… I beg you… Please”.

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[moongoddessmox]

You're My Present This Year (Bucky Barnes x Reader) MoxMas Day 6

Warning: 18+, making out, language

Word Count: 1,318

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: You and Bucky make out after wrapping Christmas presents

Prompts: Just lots of making out in general. Jesus wanted us to repopulate which means fuc- / Gift wrapping together

A/N: Day 6 is kinda short but I wasn't really in the mood to write, srysry I've been binging The Tudors and my mind can't focus on writing motivation and watching Henry Cavill look like a fucking 6 course meal. Anyway, I've never used the word clavicle in a story before, but I always think about when Becky was writing smut in Supernatural and she used "clavicle", I always think about that. Crossposted on mox-writes for notification purposes! Please leave feedback, it is always welcome and appreciated!! Ily <3

Also, here is the commercial I mention if you don't know about it, sorry to make you watch it: Folgers Commercial

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You sat on the floor of your apartment with a large box between your legs. You tucked the edge of the silver wrapping paper against the side of the box as you turned it over, pulling more paper from the roll to cover it. You reached for the scissors to cut it away but couldn’t find them.

“Buck, scissors.” You held out your hand for your boyfriend to give you the scissors he stole to cut his own wrapping paper. He had a tendency to leave the scissors out of reach when he was finished instead of putting them back in the agreed-upon spot. You felt the cold metal in your hand and you took them with a thank you.

You had been wrapping gifts all night together and this was finally the last one, a replica of Captain America’s shield engraved with the names of the Wilson family for Sam’s family boat.

“What do you think?” Bucky held up the oddly shaped gift for Steve. The wrapping paper was bunched up around the weird handle? and had about half a roll of tape on it. Some of the corners were tucked neatly, thick and a bit scrunched but he really attempted to make it as neat as he could.

It was far better than when he had started. He got mad and asked you for help and seeing his frustrated puppy dog eyes, you couldn’t help but lend a hand. He was proud of this one, still unhappy about how twisted and bunched some of the paper was but he was happy that it was the best one. The excitement showed in his eyes as he held it up for you to view.

“It looks great, Buck! You’re getting better!” you smiled widely at him, returning to tape the last piece of your very neat, very professional-looking gift wrap. Bucky let out a giggle, pulling out his phone to take a picture of his first and last wrapped gift. The difference was stark and it made him happy to finally start getting the hang of it.

You stood up to stack the presents under the tree, making sure to leave the ones he did in the front to show him how proud you were of his improved wrapping. As you were bent over, you felt a strong smack against your ass and turned around. Bucky was on his knees behind you, hiding the bag of bows behind his back. You shot your eyebrow up and he smiled at you innocently, eyes looking around like he wasn’t the one you did it. You turned back around to adjust the gifts and another smack landed on your ass.

“Buck!” you giggled, running your hands over your backside and feeling two bows, one on either cheek.

“You’re my present this year,” he joked. That commercial still playing in his mind. You forced him to watch it because he had no idea what you meant when you asked him if saying “Love, Y/N” was “a little too Folgers” to write on the gift card you were giving your brother. The first moment that the sister looked at the brother he had asked if that was his girlfriend and that was all the proof you needed to cement that the Folgers commercial was a little, off.

He wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you down to his body, now laying on the floor surrounded by scraps of wrapping paper and balled-up tape that got stuck to his fingers and wadded up in frustration. You laid on his chest as he ran his flesh hand over your cheek, tipping your chin up and pressing a kiss to your jaw.

You hummed softly as his lips dragged from your jawline to your neck, sucking and biting at the skin. His tongue licked a stripe from the front of your throat to the side and nibbled just under your ear. You could feel a hickey forming as he sucked harder, the wet of his mouth slicking your skin and making you moan a little louder.

Bucky tilted your head down, bringing his mouth to your cheek and leaving more wet kisses on your flesh until he reached the corner of your mouth. He stopped and looked at you, your beautiful eyes watching him. Bucky’s blue eyes squinted as he smiled, teeth fully showing as he ran his tongue over them.

The lights on the Christmas tree illuminated your silhouette in amber; you weren’t really one for multicolored lights on the tree, it made it look dull and cheap. You preferred a soft white or amber, that way the ornaments stood out and weren’t overtaken by the lighting.

Bucky’s thumb brushed across your bottom lip, his eyes following it before flicking back up to yours. You smiled against his hand, closing your eyes and taking in his warmth. His thumb parted your lips and he pulled the supple skin down before releasing it with a flick. He brought your face to his and your mouths made contact.

You breathed into him, the sound getting louder and throatier as he licked across your lips and slid his tongue between them. You moaned as Bucky caressed his tongue against yours, his hand moving from your face to your lower back, lifting your shirt and massaging your skin. You brought your knees up beside his hips and planted your crotch against his, digging into him as he pulled you closer, his fingers now pressing into your back.

You moved back and forth slowly, grinding against his growing member and placing your hands in his thick hair. A moan escaped his mouth and you smiled against his lips. You loved the way he sounded, the little whimpers and moans that told you he loved exactly what you were doing. You begged to hear it more, catching him holding himself together when he’d fuck you. You would plead for him to let go, to moan out everything he felt, releasing all the pleasure until he couldn’t hold onto his orgasm anymore. You noticed Bucky was getting more comfortable with moaning freely, not needing you to ask to hear him anymore.

“Fuck, doll, you’re such a tease,” he breathed, moving his hands to your hips and grinding you harder.

“All you have to do is flip me over and fuck me, Buck,” you winked at him, “I want you to fuck me,” Bucky’s jaw clenched, a fiery passion burning through him and darkening his eyes. He did as told and flipped you over. He stood on his knees between your legs and ripped off his shirt then slid his hands up yours and tossed it away.

Bucky pressed back down to your body, kissing your shoulder until his tongue met your clavicle and licked the length of it. He came up with a smile and kissed your lips, tongues clashing again. He caged your head with his muscular arms and smoothed over your hair, rubbing his body against yours. You bit his lip, sucking the skin into your mouth before releasing it and catching it again. Bucky hummed, excitement growing in his core as he brought your legs up around his waist.

You laid there for a while, mouths greedily sucking, biting, and licking the other’s, your hands exploring every inch of your bodies as soft Christmas music played on the radio in the kitchen. You were content, more than content, you were happy and full of love. You got to spend all your time with the man of your dreams and he finally got to have the life he’d always wanted. Nothing could have been better than the love you shared for each other, there was no gift or sentiment that could match that feeling. The feeling of being loved so wholeheartedly and genuinely.

You loved Bucky with everything you had, and he loved you.

[mox-writes]

You're My Present This Year (Bucky Barnes x Reader) MoxMas Day 6

Warning: 18+, making out, language

Word Count: 1,318

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: You and Bucky make out after wrapping Christmas presents

Prompts: Just lots of making out in general. Jesus wanted us to repopulate which means fuc- / Gift wrapping together

A/N: Day 6 is kinda short but I wasn’t really in the mood to write, srysry I’ve been binging The Tudors and my mind can’t focus on writing motivation and watching Henry Cavill look like a fucking 6 course meal. Anyway, I’ve never used the word clavicle in a story before, but I always think about when Becky was writing smut in Supernatural and she used “clavicle”, I always think about that. Crossposted on moongoddessmox! Please leave feedback, it is always welcome and appreciated!! Ily <3

Also, here is the commercial I mention if you don’t know about it, sorry to make you watch it: Folgers Commercial

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“Buck, scissors.” You held out your hand for your boyfriend to give you the scissors he stole to cut his own wrapping paper. He had a tendency to leave the scissors out of reach when he was finished instead of putting them back in the agreed-upon spot. You felt the cold metal in your hand and you took them with a thank you.

You sat on the floor of your apartment with a large box between your legs. You tucked the edge of the silver wrapping paper against the side of the box as you turned it over, pulling more paper from the roll to cover it. You reached for the scissors to cut it away but couldn’t find them.

You had been wrapping gifts all night together and this was finally the last one, a replica of Captain America’s shield engraved with the names of the Wilson family for Sam’s family boat.

“What do you think?” Bucky held up the oddly shaped gift for Steve. The wrapping paper was bunched up around the weird handle? and had about half a roll of tape on it. Some of the corners were tucked neatly, thick and a bit scrunched but he really attempted to make it as neat as he could.

It was far better than when he had started. He got mad and asked you for help and seeing his frustrated puppy dog eyes, you couldn’t help but lend a hand. He was proud of this one, still unhappy about how twisted and bunched some of the paper was but he was happy that it was the best one. The excitement showed in his eyes as he held it up for you to view.

“It looks great, Buck! You’re getting better!” you smiled widely at him, returning to tape the last piece of your very neat, very professional-looking gift wrap. Bucky let out a giggle, pulling out his phone to take a picture of his first and last wrapped gift. The difference was stark and it made him happy to finally start getting the hang of it.

You stood up to stack the presents under the tree, making sure to leave the ones he did in the front to show him how proud you were of his improved wrapping. As you were bent over, you felt a strong smack against your ass and turned around. Bucky was on his knees behind you, hiding the bag of bows behind his back. You shot your eyebrow up and he smiled at you innocently, eyes looking around like he wasn’t the one you did it. You turned back around to adjust the gifts and another smack landed on your ass.

“Buck!” you giggled, running your hands over your backside and feeling two bows, one on either cheek.

“You’re my present this year,” he joked. That commercial still playing in his mind. You forced him to watch it because he had no idea what you meant when you asked him if saying “Love, Y/N” was “a little too Folgers” to write on the gift card you were giving your brother. The first moment that the sister looked at the brother he had asked if that was his girlfriend and that was all the proof you needed to cement that the Folgers commercial was a little, off.

He wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you down to his body, now laying on the floor surrounded by scraps of wrapping paper and balled-up tape that got stuck to his fingers and wadded up in frustration. You laid on his chest as he ran his flesh hand over your cheek, tipping your chin up and pressing a kiss to your jaw.

You hummed softly as his lips dragged from your jawline to your neck, sucking and biting at the skin. His tongue licked a stripe from the front of your throat to the side and nibbled just under your ear. You could feel a hickey forming as he sucked harder, the wet of his mouth slicking your skin and making you moan a little louder.

Bucky tilted your head down, bringing his mouth to your cheek and leaving more wet kisses on your flesh until he reached the corner of your mouth. He stopped and looked at you, your beautiful eyes watching him. Bucky’s blue eyes squinted as he smiled, teeth fully showing as he ran his tongue over them.

The lights on the Christmas tree illuminated your silhouette in amber; you weren’t really one for multicolored lights on the tree, it made it look dull and cheap. You preferred a soft white or amber, that way the ornaments stood out and weren’t overtaken by the lighting.

Bucky’s thumb brushed across your bottom lip, his eyes following it before flicking back up to yours. You smiled against his hand, closing your eyes and taking in his warmth. His thumb parted your lips and he pulled the supple skin down before releasing it with a flick. He brought your face to his and your mouths made contact.

You breathed into him, the sound getting louder and throatier as he licked across your lips and slid his tongue between them. You moaned as Bucky caressed his tongue against yours, his hand moving from your face to your lower back, lifting your shirt and massaging your skin. You brought your knees up beside his hips and planted your crotch against his, digging into him as he pulled you closer, his fingers now pressing into your back.

You moved back and forth slowly, grinding against his growing member and placing your hands in his thick hair. A moan escaped his mouth and you smiled against his lips. You loved the way he sounded, the little whimpers and moans that told you he loved exactly what you were doing. You begged to hear it more, catching him holding himself together when he’d fuck you. You would plead for him to let go, to moan out everything he felt, releasing all the pleasure until he couldn’t hold onto his orgasm anymore. You noticed Bucky was getting more comfortable with moaning freely, not needing you to ask to hear him anymore.

“Fuck, doll, you’re such a tease,” he breathed, moving his hands to your hips and grinding you harder.

“All you have to do is flip me over and fuck me, Buck,” you winked at him, “I want you to fuck me,” Bucky’s jaw clenched, a fiery passion burning through him and darkening his eyes. He did as told and flipped you over. He stood on his knees between your legs and ripped off his shirt then slid his hands up yours and tossed it away.

Bucky pressed back down to your body, kissing your shoulder until his tongue met your clavicle and licked the length of it. He came up with a smile and kissed your lips, tongues clashing again. He caged your head with his muscular arms and smoothed over your hair, rubbing his body against yours. You bit his lip, sucking the skin into your mouth before releasing it and catching it again. Bucky hummed, excitement growing in his core as he brought your legs up around his waist.

You laid there for a while, mouths greedily sucking, biting, and licking the other’s, your hands exploring every inch of your bodies as soft Christmas music played on the radio in the kitchen. You were content, more than content, you were happy and full of love. You got to spend all your time with the man of your dreams and he finally got to have the life he’d always wanted. Nothing could have been better than the love you shared for each other, there was no gift or sentiment that could match that feeling. The feeling of being loved so wholeheartedly and genuinely.

You loved Bucky with everything you had, and he loved you.

[silkenstarlight]

body is a temple

Summary: Bucky and reader are training when she finds him staring at her ass. She tries to rile him up, but quickly learns that he doesn’t tolerate teasing.

Pairing: Personal trainer!Bucky x reader

Warning/s (18+ only, minors dni): enemies to lovers, dirty talk, degradation, spanking, multiple orgasms

Word count: 2.8k

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Author’s note: i wrote this while wine-drunk, so if it’s extra horny, you know why

“Fuck!”

You tumbled onto the mat, back slamming against cool polyethylene. The breath whooshed from your body in a dramatic, crushing exhale, your lungs desperately trying to pull in air but failing beyond shallow, raspy puffs. Bucky looked down at you, the fluorescent lights of the gym feathering behind his head in a blinding halo, smirking as he drank in the image of you sprawled on the mat below him, completely at his mercy. He let you lie there for one, two, three seconds, before holding out his hand for you to grab onto. It was a kind gesture, something that completely contrasted with his previous rough treatment. You squinted and firmly grasped his hand, feeling your back leave the mat as he propped you upright again.

“Is that the best that you can do, (Y/N)?” He stepped back, walking to the edge of the mat and retrieving your water bottle for you.

You huffed, raspy breathing slowly returning to normal. “Is this really necessary?”

He handed you your water bottle, frowning. “Of course it’s necessary.”

“I was told that you would be my personal trainer. Nowhere in the program description did it say that you were going to beat my ass all day,” you shook your head, slightly incredulous, and took a few grateful gulps from the water bottle. You felt more comfortable talking back to him because you were the last ones left in the gym today, with no one but him to overhear your complaining. You had expected some light cardio, maybe some weight training, when you had signed up for individual sessions with a personal trainer at your new gym. You didn’t think you would be paired right away with Bucky, who seemed to exclusively work with experienced heavy lifters, and you definitely didn’t think he would take it upon himself to teach you self-defense, a skill which he was surprisingly extremely well-versed in. Every day for the past week, you had ended up in a similar supine position on the mat, beaten and scrambling for air, accumulating a mottled collection of nasty bruises and scrapes on your knees and elbows. The most frustrating part was that he remained unscathed through it all. Every time, it was you on your ass, and him helping you up. It made you want to scream.

Well, that actually wasn’t the only thing about this whole situation that made you want to scream. He was incredibly good-looking, exactly your type, all brooding looks and dark eyes. You actually had to pick your jaw up off of the floor when he walked in to your first session last week. But, the worst part was, he was a cocky bastard. He had to know the effect he had on you, and yet, he chose to do nothing about it.

“Well, you’ll just have to do better if you want me to stop crushin’ you every time.” He dabbed at his forehead with the hem of his shirt, and even though he frustrated you to no end, it took everything you had in you not to let your eyes drift down to look at his toned stomach.

“Now I think you’re just trying to make me mad.” You huffed, walking to the edge of the mat and returning your water bottle to its perch, preparing for another round.

“Well, if I’m pissing you off, why don’t you use that anger? Beat me. Just once,” he smirked, as if firmly believing that you couldn’t, that you didn’t have it in you. But, you were just stubborn enough to take the challenge.

“Fine.” You cocked your head and gritted your teeth, digging your heels into the mat and crouching in a ready position. 

“3… 2… 1… start.” The ghost of a smirk still graced his face, but he was concentrating on your movements now, eyes darting as you approached.

Jab, cross, jab. Knee, high kick, and--

“Damn you, Barnes.” 

One quick sweep, and he had you pinned. You wanted to scream, to thrash in frustration, but his body pressing against your back limited any movement on your part. Wonder if he likes having me pinned like this. You tried not to let that thought develop further, lest the heat you had worked up from sparring travelled up your neck for him to see, or worse, somewhere farther south--

“Why are you still panting, (Y/N)?” You could feel a puff of hot breath against your ear as he chuckled.

Fuck. “My, uh… my asthma must be acting up again.” 

“Didn’t think you had asthma.” He flipped off of you, arching a brow as you slowly stood.

“Forgot to tell you, then,” you fibbed, trying at all costs to avoid spilling the truth, that your panting was the effect of an illicit fantasy that you had thought about in bed, alone, on more than one occasion.

“Uh huh,” he said, unconvinced. You both got into a ready position again.

“3… 2… 1… start.”

This time, you took more of a defensive strategy, evaluating him before striking. Maybe, if you weren’t so focused on completing the flourishing movements, on hitting with perfect precision and strength, you could anticipate his attack instead. You circled around each other like sharks, his eyes glinting almost hungrily, but doing nothing to bely his next move. It was like trying to size up a brick wall.

Suddenly, he darted forward with a speed that no man his size should have, and he swept your legs from under you, flipping you with ease. You fell ungracefully in a prone position, cheek smacking the mat, eyes squeezed shut in embarrassment. You groaned, aching muscles begging for you to stop and rest instead of getting up and accepting his challenge. You pressed your forehead into the mat, weighing whether it was worth the hassle of asking him to cut your session short today, when you noticed that he was completely silent.

You furrowed your brows, eyes flying open. Every time he had defeated you in previous rounds, he had uttered some sarcastic, infuriating quip, trying to rub in his victory even more. But he hadn’t said anything yet.

You pushed your chest up off the mat, craning your neck to look back at him. He was obviously looking at your body, eyes transfixed on your lower half, but when he sensed your sudden movement, he broke out of his trance. He quickly got up from his kneeling position, clearing his throat and walking to the water jug on the far wall. A smile slowly grew on your face as you realized that he had been staring at your ass.

You stood up, slowly walking toward him, assessing him with a sly expression on your face. “Were-- were you doing what I think you were doing just then?”

His back was to you as he filled a little paper cup with water. “If you mean pummelling your sorry ass into the mat yet again, then yes.” His voice still carried its usual snarky tone, but it shook slightly, as if he were just caught with his hand in the cookie jar.

“Not exactly what I meant.” You stepped closer until a foot separated you, and he turned around to face you.

“Then what do you mean, doll?” He smiled smugly, but you noticed the pink blush that was creeping its way up his neck.

You hummed a laugh. “What I mean, Barnes,” you cocked your head, relishing how your sudden onset confidence wiped the smirk from his face, “is that you were enjoying the view back there. Isn’t that right?”

Now it was his turn to huff a laugh. “Well, what can I say? You’ve got a nice ass. Gotta get something out of these sparring sessions.”

You scoffed. “Fucking pervert.”

“Call me that again.” His tone was more serious, suddenly bereft of the saccharine sarcasm you were so used to.

You paused, weighing his tone against the risqué direction the conversation was heading, and you smirked, deciding to provoke him further. “You’re a fucking pervert. Beatin’ girls up, just so you have a chance to get a good, long look at their bodies. What the fuck is up with that? Can’t get some like a normal person, can you?”

He let that sink in, head dipped, eyebrows raised. But then, a thought seemed to cross his mind, and a wicked smile crept onto his face. He looked at you with hooded eyes, and your stomach flipped, unsure if you were extremely turned on by your sudden proximity to him, or if you were preparing to balk.

“You’re going to regret saying that.” His voice was low, rasping with something you’ve never heard from him. Your mind was telling you to back up, to leave this encounter before it got messy, but your feet stayed rooted in position as he bridged the gap between your bodies. He grabbed your shoulders and turned you around before pinning you roughly against the wall.

“You know,” he said, breath hot against your ear, “you really shouldn’t be calling me a perv, when I know exactly what goes on in that head of yours during our training.”

“Wh- what do you mean?” You decided to play dumb, hoping that he wasn’t astute enough to deduce your secret, licentious desires.

“Oh, you know. Whenever I pin you, you’re always blushing.” He laughed mockingly. “It’s cute. It’s like you secretly want to be dominated.”

You huffed a breath as his hands traveled down your waist, before settling gently on your hips. His lips dragged across the shell of your ear and down your neck, pressing against your pulse point. You arched your back, grinding against the hard bulge that was forming in his shorts.

“Is that right, (Y/N)? You want me to pin you down and fuck you dumb?” He mumbled against your neck.

A wanton moan tumbled from your lips in response, but it wasn’t good enough for him. His fingers dug harshly into your hips. “Use your words, sweetheart.”

“Yes, p-please.” You hated how breathy your voice was, but you were too overtaken by desire to care whether he was just doing this to get a reaction from you.

“Please what?” You could feel his mouth curl into a smile as he reattached his lips to your neck, sucking lightly.

“Please, please, please, fuck me, Bucky.” Another moan slipped from your mouth.

“That’s better, baby.” His fingers relaxed against your hips, tracing upwards to the hem of your leggings. He tugged them down with your underwear so that they settled just below your ass, and he pulled back slightly to look at your bare backside.

“Goddamn,” he said, voice gravelly and low. He squeezed one cheek with his hand, kneading it slightly before letting it go and slapping it. “Been dreaming of this ass. It’s just as good as I imagined.”

You gasped, giggling. “So, I was right.”

“Right about what?” He asked, pulling down his shorts and freeing his cock before pressing it against your backside, hot length already dripping with precum.

“You’re a fucking perv, Bucky Barnes.” You smiled coquettishly.

He stilled behind you, and you could feel his glare burning a hole through the back of your neck. You kept smiling anyways-- this was the exact reaction you had hoped for.

He guided the tip of his member down to your slit, dragging it from your perineum to your clit and back again to gather your wetness, before completely sheathing himself inside of you in one motion. You moaned loudly in response to the harsh intrusion, body struggling to accommodate his size.

“Thought you learned not to call me that,” he said, voice level, unbothered by the fact that you were throbbing around him.

“Guess I n-never learn.” Your voice was barely a whisper as he began to move, slowly thrusting to allow your body a chance to adapt to the thrilling ache of being so completely full. It was a harsh sensation, but it felt good, each stroke dragging pleasantly against your tight walls.

“Oh, you’ll learn.” His left hand travelled up your body, drawing under your shirt and flipping the band of your sports bra up. Your breasts bounced free, full and heavy. “Let’s see those pretty little tits, huh?”

He pinched one nipple, rolling its rosy, peaked bud between his cool metal fingers and making you squeal in delight. You ground back against him, encouraging him to move faster inside of you.

“You like that?” He switched to the other nipple, kneading your breast gently in his hand, and you arched into the motion. “That feel good?”

You bit your lip and shook your head, trying to swallow your moans, unwilling to give him the satisfaction of seeing you fall apart so quickly and completely at his hands. “N-no.”

“You know,” he said, driving into you harder and harder with each thrust, but remaining frustratingly unperturbed and casual, “you don’t have to lie to me. I feel how drenched you are. You can admit how good it feels, baby.” His feigned affectionate tone, paired with the way that the tip of his cock was starting to brush against your g-spot, made you cry out. His permission to let go just made you want to disobey him even more, but the pleasure was slowly overtaking your body, overriding your sense of shame. You rocked on your heels, trying to take back some semblance of control, but when his left hand dragged from your breast to your neck, squeezing slightly, you were a goner. You shattered around him, your muscles fluttering around him and coaxing a gruff moan from his throat. But, he kept his focus, fucking you through your orgasm and watching your face as he did, your eyes scrunched shut and your lips dropped open in a soft “o.” He let go of your throat and you gasped. 

As the waves of your orgasm subsided, he refused to slow down, his unrelenting pace repeatedly hitting your deepest point. You could feel him grinning stupidly at you, proud that he had already coaxed an orgasm out of you despite not cumming yet himself.

“B-Bucky,” you whined, your body limp against his. Though your first orgasm had abated, you quickly felt tension building again inside of you.

“Not so cocky now, are you, (Y/N)?” He said between heavy breaths. You knew he was close, just by the sound, but you also knew that he wouldn’t leave this room without teasing another orgasm from your body. “So docile once I put my dick in you.” He panted, laughing at the way you mewled and gasped around him.

His hand drifted down to where your bodies met, finding your clit in the slippery mess of your combined arousal. He pressed his fingers against it in erratic little circles, your body keening for him, completely at his mercy. 

“Look at that, makin’ you gush around me again,” he said, almost to himself, reveling in your neediness. “Looks like I win at this, too.” And, with that, you were done for.

Your muscles squeezed around him in a sweet, warm vice, and he groaned at the sensation of you cumming around him a second time. You mewled pathetically, body spent with unabashed pleasure. He followed closely behind you, losing himself inside of you and spilling his arousal in hot, vulgar stripes. His head was thrown back, claiming your body as his in sweet, silent throes. Once his hips finally stilled, his body slumped against yours, completely and utterly spent. You stayed like that for a moment, leaning up against the wall, the battle between you clearly over. And then, he grasped your hips, his cock slipping out of you with a vulgar sucking sound.

You bent down, pulling up your pants, when you heard him clear his throat. You looked back, reaching underneath your shirt to pull your sports bra back down over your tits, when he chuckled. You arched a brow, but he just shook his head slightly. “That was… much more fun than beating you up.”

You frowned slightly, but when you saw his goofy smile and suddenly relaxed demeanor, you couldn’t help but mirror his expression. “Does that mean that we get to do that, instead of my training?”

“Oh, absolutely not,” he said sternly, crossing his arms but smiling slyly nonetheless. “But, we can do it outside of training. As long as I get to take you to dinner first,” he added quickly, his voice almost shy as he averted your gaze.

You smiled, laughing, and he looked up, expression nervous. Now, you shook your head. “Considering how good you just fucked me, I should be the one buying you dinner.”

He smirked, grabbing your water bottle and handing it to you, his fingers brushing against yours. “Now, that’s an offer that I can’t refuse.”