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Juno | Steve Rogers/Captain America x Male!Reader (SMUT😉)

A/N: Wow another Steve Rogers fic. Anyways this one is smut. Also this is my first ever attempt at writing smut so it's going to be really bad. So enjoy!

Title and plot (loosely) based off of Sabrina Carpenter's new song (stream the album btw or else):

Juno

Word count: 2.8k

Summary: I might let you make me Juno 😉

Warnings: Unprotected sex, oral sex

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“And then he said to me, ‘How about you change your dentures!’” A chorus of laughter erupted from around the table. Among the voices and chuckles was Y/N, sporting a fake laugh to hide the pain he was currently feeling on the inside. He so badly wanted to leave, thinking that laughing at whatever he was presented with would help pass the night.

Y/N was an Avenger. He loved his job – no doubt. He loved being able to help people on a worldwide scale, and the overall idea of doing something that mattered. However, what Y/N didn’t realize was that the fine print of the Avenger’s contract included him forcefully being present at the annual U.S. Defence Symposium Convention, where diplomats and political leaders from around the globe gathered to discuss foreign affairs. While he never had to speak during these conventions, Y/N’s presence was required for Avengers PR reasons. Why it couldn’t be anyone else was a question he’d never find the answer to. Luckily for him, he wasn’t alone this year. Even better for him, he was with his lovely boyfriend.

Y/N glanced towards Steve at the other side of the circular table. Steve was already looking at him, wearing a similar bored expression. The two shared tired smiles. A positive that came with being Captain America’s boyfriend was intimate looks like these, shared across dinner tables, conference meetings, and other situations where they couldn’t be close. Looks and glances that made Y/N feel warm inside. No one else knew, even the team, of their clandestine relationship, afraid of the uproar that would come if it were to become public. The controversy that came with two of the United States’ defensive powerhouses dating – especially considering both were men – was something Y/N chose to think about rarely.

The senator continued his comedically-not-funny joke, and Y/N felt grey hairs growing. He knew he had to leave or he would’ve broken down in tears. As a guest speaker was about to be introduced, Y/N politely excused himself from the table and glanced towards Steve, his eyes already on him. He gave him a wink – a not-so-discrete signal they both came up with before arriving, loosely meaning, ‘I can’t handle this anymore and I need to get the fuck out of here – meet me in the bathroom.’

As he walked through the halls of the large venue, he marvelled at the grandness of the building where the convention was held. While he despised being there, he had to admit the building was architecturally and aesthetically pleasing, being more on the higher end of NYC establishments with its Art Deco-inspired assets. When Y/N made it to the bathroom, he checked beneath the stalls to see if anyone was present before letting out a loud groan. He knew he had to talk to Nick Fury later to discuss his supposedly mandatory attendance at the energy-draining convention. He couldn’t stand another second here. Leaning against the sink, he waited for Steve to arrive.

After about two minutes, the door to the washroom opened, and Y/N was met with Steve's presence. Steve raised his eyebrows, silently asking if anyone else was there, to which Y/N responded by shaking his head. “What did it, huh?” Steve asked, closing the door behind him.

“That geriatric senator, obviously – Senator Shortdick,” Y/N groaned. The senator’s name was actually in fact Dick – something Y/N’s immaturity found astoundingly hilarious. “His very long extended joke about…I don’t even know actually.”

“He was talking about his son, Y/N,” Steve said, walking closer to the other man. “It was a nice story – very wholesome.” When Steve reached Y/N, he wrapped his arms around his waist before giving him a small peck.

Y/N’s eyes met Steve’s, and they both gave each other reassuring smiles. They both desperately wanted to leave, but were aware they legally couldn’t.

“I don’t think I can handle this anymore, Steve,” Y/N’s voice whined, laying his head on Steve’s muscular chest, and caressing his sides. “I need something exciting.” Suddenly, as if he had an epiphany, Y/N conjured a devious idea to pass the time. Looking up at Steve, he gave him a half-lidded look, an action he did in jest whenever he wanted something from him. ��We should fuck right now.”

Steve only responded with a bewildered look, slowly shaking his head and reprimanding Y/N’s unsavoury suggestion. “We can’t, Y/N,” he said. “It’s too risky. Not to mention, distasteful – we’re in public.” Steve was the more rational person in their relationship, often taking Y/N’s outrageous ideas to heed.

“Why not, Stevie?” Y/N’s voice feigned softness and seductivity. “Isn’t it exciting,” he started, arms sliding up Steve’s clothed bicep. “The idea of getting caught here.”

“Not really-.” Before Steve could continue, Y/N connected their lips. It started soft – short and sweet – before gradually getting more intense and feverish. Steve pushed the small of Y/N’s back closer, deepening the touch of their lips. Steve wanted Y/N badly, and Y/N was aware of that. He always knew that he had some type of figurative spell over Steve, causing him to be more acquiescent towards him than any other member of the team – even before they started dating. Steve was entirely bewitched by Y/N.

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The two eventually locked themselves in one of the bathroom stalls, lips already connected and moving together hungrily. Both prayed no toilet would come beckoning some diplomat’s bladder amidst their carnal moment together. As they continued face-fucking each other, Y/N trailed his hands down towards Steve’s pantsuit. He palmed Steve’s already present bulge, rubbing it with the soles of his hand and causing a quiet whimper to leave Steve’s mouth. At hearing Steve’s sultry noise, Y/N felt his cock growing harder and heavier.

Y/N broke their lips’ ravenous movement and began unbuttoning Steve’s tux. “I saw you practically ogling me in there.” He bit one of Steve’s sensitive spots on his neck, eliciting a low groan from his throat. “It’s like you were begging to fuck me with your fuck-me eyes.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Steve panted in response.

“Stay oblivious then, Stevie.” Y/N slipped Steve’s suit off, revealing his muscled buff chest. Not even a second later, Y/N’s mouth began trailing down Steve’s torso. He peppered kisses all over Steve’s chest, going further and further down until he was on his knees. Y/N came face-to-face with Steve’s growing bulge. He salivated, thinking about taking Steve’s entire cock in one go – the idea of hearing Steve’s whimpers made his dick even firmer.

Steve’s gaze was locked on Y/N. His eyes were half-closed, face flushed with both lust and pleasure. Y/N then unbuttoned Steve’s pants before taking them off which revealed Steve’s undergarments. Without sparing another moment, Y/N yanked Steve’s boxers off. Steve’s cock, upon being unclothed, sprung upwards and ached in the cold bathroom air. It begged for attention that Y/N’s mouth was more than willing to give. A slight droplet of precum was already at the slit which made Y/N even more aroused. Not wanting Steve to finish quickly (as if that is even a problem with his serum-induced stamina), Y/N started slow. He gave Steve’s shaft one long lick at the base, relishing the semi-salty taste. Y/N continued licking, throwing occasional glances towards Steve and how he was reacting. The quiet whimpering coming out of Steve’s mouth was evident he wanted – needed more. “Just please take it all, Y/N,” he quietly whined.

Y/N chuckled. He decided Steve had been good tonight and, sparing him from further punishment, took his entire cock in his mouth. A loud moan erupted from Steve to which he quickly clamped his hand over his mouth to silence. Y/N had to adjust to Steve’s size for a moment before doing anything further. Despite having done this several times, Y/N always thought Steve’s dick was maybe too big for him. This wasn’t that much of a problem for him as while he did struggle in throating it, it did make his ass feel good. And very sore afterwards. After a brief moment, Y/N began to slowly move his head up and down Steve’s cock. Steve struggled to quiet down his noises of pleasure as much as Y/N struggled trying not to choke. With each movement of Y/N’s head, Steve was hitting the back of his throat which sent a wave of pleasure down his spine. Steve, however, wanted much more.

To Y/N’s shock, Steve bundled his hands in his H/C locks and shoved him further down his throat. Y/N’s eyes went wide, gagging noises coming from his clogged mouth. Before Y/N could steady himself, Steve began ramming his throat at a rapid speed, his attempt to quiet himself vanishing as he prioritized quickly getting off with Y/N’s mouth. As Steve continued at his pace, he let out breathy moans that were amplified and reverbed by the bathroom’s walls. While Steve was in pure bliss at his cock being serviced, Y/N was not able to cope with the sudden change. His hands were placed on both of Steve’s thighs, trying to steady himself. Tears pricked near the corner of his eyes as his entire buccal cavity and throat continued being ransacked by Steve’s length. Each time Steve’s cock hit the rear of his throat, Steve shuddered and Y/N gagged loudly. As Steve began nearing his climax, he began to go even quicker than his initial speed, causing Y/N’s tears to freefall down his cheeks. With one loud grunt and a sloppy thrust, Steve came down Y/N’s throat. As Y/N felt the warm and salty fluid trail down his throat, Steve’s breaths became more shallow.

Steve leaned against the stall’s door, and a slick ‘pop’ sounded as he took his cock out of Y/N’s mouth. He was still recovering from his orgasm as Y/N quickly got up from his knees and roughly pushed his chest. “Dude!’ Y/N half-yelled. “What the fuck was that? You nearly killed me!”

Steve staggered slightly at Y/N’s hit. He looked at Y/N with a confused expression that quickly vanished upon seeing his tear-stained cheeks. An apologetic look promptly dawned. “Shit, Y/N, I’m so sorry. Are you alright?”

“I’m fine it’s just,” Y/N said while wiping his face, “you have to warn me first before you do that.”

“I’m really sorry, Y/N.” Steve did look remorseful. His face looked as if he had accidentally kicked a dog. “We should probably stop now.”

Y/N gave looked at him incredulously. “Are you kidding me?” He pointed sternly towards Steve, his voice coming out furious with a tinge of playfulness. “The only apology I’ll accept now is if you fuck me right here.”

“But, Y/N, I don’t have the…” Steve’s voice trailed off.

“The what, Steve?”

“You know,” Steve said, face slightly pink. “The wet thing and the rubber thing?”

An actual genuine look of bewilderment made its way onto Y/N’s face. “You mean condoms and lube?” Steve nodded shyly and Y/N began to laugh. “Steve, you just pounded my face in. Don’t give me any shit about you being too coy to say the words ‘condom’ and ‘lube’.” He then glanced down towards Steve’s penis which was already erect again. “Plus, your thing,” he continued, mocking Steve’s mannerisms, “still looks pretty wet from my spit. And as far as I remember, none of us have any diseases.” Y/N quickly looked towards Steve. “Right?” Steve nodded his head quickly, still too embarrassed to respond. Before Steve could do anything further, Y/N took his pants off alongside his underwear. “You’re already hard again, Steve. What are you gonna do 'bout it?”

Y/N’s teasing tone evoked Steve’s earlier confidence, leading to him hoisting Y/N around his waist, a quick yelp coming out of Y/N at the sudden movement. Before Y/N could say anything, Steve hastily prevented him by connecting their lips. Their tongues quickly tangled together, saliva combining and becoming indistinguishable from one another. “Steve, just put it in already, God.” Y/N’s voice came out breathy and unstable. Steve obeyed quicker than usual, seemingly eager to come a second time that night. Grabbing his cock with one hand and supporting Y/N with the other, he angled it towards Y/N's gaping hole. Without wasting any more time, Steve promptly thrust the entirety of his length inside of Y/N. A filthy ludicrous whine came from Y/N’s throat. His prostate was already being reached by Steve’s tip, causing his eyes to roll to the back of his head. He was euphoric and as Steve started moving, his speed matching that of earlier, Y/N felt like he ascended.

Steve was usually gentle whenever they had sex, but he decided to spare no mercy tonight. His thrusts were aggressive, leaving Y/N unable to handle the surplus of pleasure he was feeling. With each graze felt by his prostate, he was sent further into the heavenly bliss he felt. “H-have you seen that one movie,” Y/N said in between heavy pants. “Juno?” He knew it was a stupid question, both in the situation he asked it in, and how he knew Steve had barely seen anything made in the 21st century.

Steve continued thrusting into Y/N, the sound of their skin slapping reverberating around the room. “No – fuck,” Steve’s voice came out breathless. “What is that?” His face was contorting into different variations of lewd expressions, making Y/N’s hard-on even stiffer. It was rare to see the Captain America in such a vulnerable state, and Y/N savoured the fact he was the only person who was able to see him like this.

The pleasure Y/N felt inside of him was indescribable. Their fucking had never reached this level of catharsis. “Nothing – it doesn’t matter. Just keep going, Steve…please…” Y/N saw the little dribble of precum dripping from his cock. He was close. And Y/N knew Steve was too from how his pounds started becoming sloppier, and how his hands gripped his ass tighter. Their lips found each other again, and their tongues connected. Steve swallowed all of Y/N’s whimpers, biting his lower lip to prevent any would-be passersby from hearing his erotic gasps for air.

“I’m gonna come, Y/N,” Steve breathlessly spoke. His pacing started to decline, and his entire body trembled.

As Steve was about to endure another orgasm, Y/N saw him about to pull out. Suddenly, he protested with a hoarse sigh, “No, Steve, just finish inside me – it’s fine.” Steve nodded his head silently, not needing to be told twice. Their pants continued syncing together as Steve rode out his climax. Another load of his hot white cream exited him and filled Y/N to the brim. Shortly after Steve finished, Y/N felt his climax coming in. Steve continued floppily thrusting to aid in his release, soon releasing in thick ribbons that covered his and Steve’s chests.

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Steve gently collapsed both of their bodies on the ground. The pair were in a state of exhausted pleasure, their breaths still deep and frequent. It stayed this way for a few minutes – Steve and Y/N basking in the decline of their orgasms in a comfortable silence. Y/N glanced down towards his ass, a tad icked out by Steve’s jizz pouring out of him. “It’s kind of gross isn’t it,” he said to Steve.

Steve was broken out of his euphoric trance upon hearing Y/N’s voice. “What is?” He said, still catching his breath.

“Look,” Y/N signalled to his downward area. “It looks really strange.” The pair’s eyes met and they both erupted in boisterous laughter.

As they started quieting down from what they considered the funniest thing of that night, Steve suddenly remembered what Y/N asked earlier. “Hey, what was it with that movie you asked me about earlier.”

“Juno?” Y/N responded.

“Yeah, that one.”

“Oh, it was nothing,” Y/N said, getting uncharacteristically shy. “I just thought…it’d be nice if we have kids one day.” Y/N then realized what he said and began doubling down. “I mean, that is if you want any with me at all – children I mean. A family.”

Steve didn’t say anything. Instead, he smiled at Y/N, grabbing his hand and holding it tightly. Y/N responded by giving him a meek smile. They both were met with another silence, their love-laced gazes filling each other with a comforting warmth.

“How are we gonna get out of here, Steve?” Y/N’s voice came out softly, too absorbed in the moment to genuinely care about where they were.

“Now that is the predicament, isn’t it?” Steve said, reciprocating Y/N’s blissful voice.

Fortunately, it was evident that luck was on their side that night as no one had entered the bathroom at any point in their love-making.

FIN

A/N: My Google searches are legit “Synonyms for ‘cock’ in fanfiction”, “Synonyms for ‘moaning’ in fanfiction”, “Synonyms of ‘cum’ in fanfiction”, and “How to write smut properly.” Anyways, hope you enjoyed whatever that mess was!

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marrziy · 1 month ago

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eu te imploro, faça uma fanfic do capitão america plmds

ESSE HOMEM É LINDO E EU NÃO AGUENTO MAIS 😭😭

Steve Rogers x Male Reader

"Dura matina"

M . C . U

★. Sinopse: Steve acorda de manhãzinha com a barraca armada. A ereção grossa do herói pulsa dentro da cueca e ele faz manha por alívio, pressionando-se contra você na cama, mordiscando sua nuca e esfregando os quadris contra os seus até que você desperte, grogue, e o ajude a gozar.

★. Gênero: hot (smut)

★. Palavras: 2.1k

*Eu não sei se você queria um hot, mas esse plot tava enraizado na minha cabeça, então mesclei e voilà! O final é meio abrupto, mas espero que goste <3

E a propósito, mencionem os tipos de enredos que vcs querem ler quando forem fazer pedidos (hot, fluff, terror etc) pra me deixar mais situado, pq se depender de mim, esse perfil vira um cabaré.

2° pessoa - presente

Entre o apagão e a consciência, seus sentidos o puxam para o lado mais excitado, salientando o peso esmagando suas costas e o choque estalando em sua nuca. Um arrepio prazeroso sobe da virilha até o ventre, levando-o a estremecer e abrir os olhos. O quarto está escuro, mas, ao seu lado na cama, os números luminosos do despertador sobre a mesa de cabeceira suavizam a escuridão. Você pisca freneticamente e tensiona os músculos, estralando os dedos dos pés ao contraí-los, quase gemendo com o gostoso espreguiçar.

Seus movimentos permitem que sinta mais do corpo forte pressionado contra o seu. Você sabe que é Steve; o calor dele é inconfundível.

Com o cérebro totalmente ativo, você sente tudo e reage ao que lhe é dado. De bruços, sua nuca vulnerável é vítima de mordidas pouco contidas que te fazem encolher, e, mais abaixo, seu herói te fode vestido, batendo a virilha com força contra sua bunda. A cada investida, você afunda mais os quadris no colchão, mas é sempre puxado de volta pelo braço musculoso ao redor da sua cintura.

Steve não usa nada na parte de cima, mas está contido por uma cueca e uma calça moletom no sul do corpo. Mesmo assim, é monstruosa a forma como ele vaza e escurece o tecido cinza-claro da calça, não se retendo à primeira camada. O pré-sêmen do seu namorado alaga tanto que parece que ele está tendo um orgasmo, e nem você escapa da umidade, tendo a parte traseira da sua cueca inundada pela porra abundante de Steve, enquanto ele roça freneticamente em você.

Ele abandona sua nuca com uma lambida extensa nas marcas que deixou. — Solzinho, acorda. Eu preciso de você. — todo molhadinho e agitado, Steve sussurra rouco no pé do seu ouvido, esquentando seu pescoço com arfadas quentes. — Preciso mesmo…

— Tô acordado. — você responde baixinho, sua voz quase imperceptível. — Mas amor… — segue uma pausa para coçar os olhos e desembaçar a vista cansada. Você se estica o quanto pode para ver as horas no despertador e geme fatigado com a marcação exata piscando na tela digital. — São cinco da manhã! E é sábado! — falar em voz alta parece solidificar ainda mais o raiar. — A gente transa depois… — você derrete no colchão, afundando o rosto no travesseiro, o que abafa suas palavras. — E para de esfregar a pica em mim! Tá certo que você é meu goldenzinho, mas agir que nem um cachorro no cio é encarnar demais no papel.

Quando Steve agarra seus ombros e te vira, pondo você de barriga para cima, você sorri e revira os olhos, já esperando por aquilo.

Ele te prende em uma prisão corpulenta: as mãos, esparramadas no travesseiro, uma de cada lado da sua cabeça, e os braços, cercando à esquerda e à direita, são como grades. O torso erguido, que te cobre, serve de teto, e o pau te cutucando representa um guarda frustrado e impertinente.

Seu crime?

Ser absurdamente desejável, mesmo estático na maior das monotonias.

— Tá tão duro. Você sente? — fincado entre suas pernas, Steve pressiona suas virilhas. Ele estremece com o próprio movimento, jogando a cabeça para trás, destacando a saliência das veias no pescoço. O vingador morde o lábio inferior e você faz o mesmo, contendo a conclusão dos nervos agitados. — Acordei assim. Faz um tempo que não acontece. — encarar aquela face ébria de tesão faz você desejá-lo enraizando dentro do seu corpo. O sono já não cabe mais. — Querido, eu quero muito goz… gozar! Sinto que vou explodir se não esvaziar dentro de você. Por favor… você pode me a-ajudar com isso? Vai ser tão gostoso… e depois eu faço qualquer coisa que você pedir! Eu juro!

— Você já me acordou mesmo, ent... — antes que sua frase fosse digna de ponto final, Steve engatinha sobre você, sentando no seu colo, prendendo seu quadril entre as coxas e fazendo pressão contra sua ereção. Você aperta a cintura firme de Steve, e ao sentir o encaixe do seu inchaço entre o vão das nádegas do loiro, a gagueira é instantânea. — E-então vá em fren-frente. — você sente que pode gozar na cueca a qualquer momento.

Ainda montado em você, Steve ergue a pélvis e aperta o volume que enche a calça, manchando ainda mais o moletom com o pré-gozo que vaza da ponta inchada. Ele abaixa o mínimo da peça, o suficiente para expor a cueca preta, que, mesmo diluída no escurinho do quarto, em nada reduz o volume grosso que cobre. Steve brinca com o elástico, fazendo o cós chicotear a pele, atraindo sua atenção para o V que leva ao abdômen cheio de gominhos saltados, gostosos de morder.

Steve jura ver corações nos seus olhos quando finalmente bota o pau para fora. Ele sorri, corado. 'Adoravelmente vagabunda' é como ele te define.

A glande vazando te hipnotiza; é de se refletir como coisas em formato de cogumelo podem ser atordoantes.

Salivando, você leva a mão para apertar, esfregar e acariciar.

Entretanto, Steve agarra seus pulsos e os prende ao lado da sua cabeça. Você choraminga, resistindo inutilmente ao aperto do loiro. Também sentindo falta da bunda esmagando sua excitação, você eleva os quadris, buscando estímulo, já mais eufórico que Steve. Ele ri baixinho, e isso multiplica sua agitação.

— Calma… — a voz do herói vem rouca e suave, acarretando em você pulsando e molhando a frente da cueca com porra quente e espessa. Steve te encara, curioso com a forma como você respira rápido, se contorce e treme embaixo dele. Ele junta os pontinhos e sorri largo, curvando-se e esfregando a bochecha na sua. — Awwn, eu nem enfiei e você já gozou? Que fofo! — Steve solta seus pulsos agora que seu corpo está fraco e sensível.

Você tem espasmos enquanto, ocasionalmente, mais sêmen vaza e encharca sua cueca a cada contração. Você quer retaliar, dizer que é constrangedor, não fofo. Mas a satisfação física é tanta que você apenas aceita relaxar e assume que é completamente rendido e reativo ao seu namorado, a ponto de ele conseguir extrair seus orgasmos com o mínimo de esforço.

Steve estabiliza a palma suavemente sobre a sua virilha, deslizando-a para frente, agarrando a barra da sua camiseta larga e a erguendo até o peitoral. Ele envolve seu dorso com um braço, apoiando suas costas no antebraço e afundando os dedos na lateral da sua cintura. Steve te puxa contra si, unindo seus corpos acalorados. Com as pernas separadas paralelamente no colchão, o loiro arrasta o quadril para frente até montar na sua cintura e descansar o pau pesado sobre seu estômago.

Sob pressão, a pele ferve, e o suor que escorre da testa ao tronco de Steve mistura-se com seus fluidos e vira sal temperado, combinando a essência que transpira de cada corpo.

As sobrancelhas se juntam, os cílios umedecem, e Steve passa a suspirar no limite entre rosnados e gemidos conforme esfrega o cacete grosso na pele suave da sua barriga, mantendo-o contido abaixo dele, refém do abraço que te cerca e das coxas grossas que prendem sua cintura no lugar.

Steve empurra uma vez e choraminga.

Empurra novamente e estremece.

O terceiro impulso é lento. Steve quase funde seus corpos com a pressão que faz para prolongar a sensação gostosa.

O quarto movimento é desajeitado e trêmulo.

A partir do quinto, a contagem se perde.

O vai e vem é errático; é quase raivosa a forma como o loiro corre atrás do ápice. As investidas são rápidas, o pau babão vaza, e estalos molhados são produzidos com o atrito entre a rigidez agressora e a maciez acomodada. Você estremece sempre que a cabecinha vermelha é jogada para frente; aquele pau é tão grande que te faz perder a noção da distância e jurar que a glande roçando em seu abdômen vai, em algum momento, parar na sua boca. Isso resulta em estômago frio e calor por toda a face.

As bolas pesadas de Steve, esparramadas abaixo do seu umbigo, acumulam parte do pré-sêmen que escorre da ponta e, quando o herói decide triplicar a potência e realmente afundar o cacete rijo, ajudam a espalhar porra por todo o seu abdômen. — Caralho, amor... — Steve grunhe, a voz áspera embargada pela saliva que se acumula na boca. Ele amassa o lençol com a mão livre e se pressiona com mais força contra você, tensionando as fibras. O corpo vigoroso, de constituição maciça, agora trêmulo e sem estruturas, deita completamente sobre sua forma menor, afundando você no colchão enquanto te afoga em suor e porra. — Su-sua barriguinha é... é tão gostosa... tã-tão boa de me esfregar... — sussurra abafado, com o rosto perdido no vão do seu pescoço e a boca ocupada mordendo o travesseiro.

Steve trava na posição, estremecendo da cabeça aos pés. Ele mantém os quadris jogados para frente e ofega alto. Para a insatisfação dos seus ouvidos - felizes com a respiração errática que os aquece -, o loiro geme tão profundamente que o som se perde no interior da garganta, sem alcançar o exterior.

Tudo isso enquanto o pau inchado do felizardo se agita, pressionado contra sua barriga, latejando tão forte que você sente cada veia pulsar. Já era quentinha a sensação daquele pau grande roçando na sua pele, mas quando Steve entra em erupção, gozando, aquilo ferve.

As bolas cheias contraem, esvaziando, impulsionando toda a carga para a cabecinha irritada. Um jato grosso esquenta seu abdômen e o de Steve, melando seus corpos de branco. O esguicho é tão potente que atinge seu peitoral e queixo. Seu namorado não hesita em se responsabilizar. — O plano era gozar dentro... — o loiro choraminga, sensível, te limpando e sujando ao mesmo tempo, lambendo a própria porra em seus peitos enquanto mais porra vaza do pau choroso.

Torrentes lentas e abundantes ainda são liberadas da fenda, lambuzando seu estômago e escorrendo pelas curvas. O aperto de Steve afrouxa, mas ele não desgruda de você. O loiro raspa a colher no manjar, aproveitando os últimos resquícios do ápice, tendo espasmos até a derradeira gota vazar.

Steve sorri com a boca no seu mamilo, deleitando-se da forma como você estremece enquanto ele morde e lambe a trilha de esperma que inaugurou em seu corpo e que já está interditando. O herói salta até seu queixo, abocanhando a região ossuda, eliminando as evidências da luxúria.

Você está confortável. É gostosinho como Steve te devora; seu estômago formiga, as juntas estalam e relaxam em seguida. Tão próximos, palpitando audíveis, peito a peito acelerado, respirando vida face a face. Em paz e eriçado, suas pálpebras pesam e você se aconchega, prestes a retornar para a inconsciência de momentos atrás.

Mas você arregala os mirantes ao ter seu corpo molenga agarrado pela cintura e erguido, sendo colocado sentado com as costas apoiadas na cabeceira da cama. Você percebe que está sem camiseta e que não faz a mínima ideia de quando ela foi tirada.

Steve, com os joelhos afundando o colchão nas laterais da sua cintura, te olha de cima, elevando-se sobre você. — Mas o plano ainda está de pé, — ele acaricia suas bochechas, encarando sua expressão atordoada com paixão corada. — Então abre a boquinha e chupa, príncipe. Deixa ele bem molhado pra eu meter gostoso na sua bunda.

Focado demais no mistério da camiseta, você só nota Steve ajoelhado na sua frente, com o quadril dele rente ao seu rosto, quando a voz mansa soa.

O movimento de erguer a cabeça leva seus lábios diretamente à glande do pau de Steve, mais macia agora, porém impressionantemente grossa para alguém que gozou mares de porra há pouco.

O herói estremece com o contato dos seus lábios na cabecinha sensível e leva uma das mãos aos seus fios, entrelaçando-os entre os dedos. Você se assusta inicialmente, mas logo está sorrindo diante do revirar de olhos que seu namorado lhe proporciona.

A carne grossa segue úmida da última ejaculação e renova com pré-sêmen fresco. — Pode deixar… — você exibe a ponta da língua, passando-a vagarosamente por toda a glande molhada, sentindo o gostinho salgado enquanto, na mesma lentidão, arrasta a ponta dos dedos pelos centímetros restantes, propositalmente dando o mínimo com o máximo de mansidão.

Você provoca, como se nunca tivesse engasgado até o talo naquela pica.

Como se não tivesse sido a sua boca o primeiro buraco em que Steve se enfiou.

Ver você sorrir com o pau dele preso entre os lábios foi demais. Ele choraminga, curvando a coluna e gaguejando os quadris para frente e para trás, fodendo apenas com metade da ponta. Steve agarra os dois lados da sua cabeça, mantendo-o parado. Você responde entreabrindo a boca, e do loiro escapa um risinho soprado.

Ele precisa de bem mais do que isso para caber.

E prova, te fazendo arreganhar ao enfiar tudo de uma só vez.

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cinnabunwanda · 6 months ago

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WORDS OF A HEAVY TOUNGE ˗ˏˋ꒰ BUCKY . BARNES ꒱ -> drabble

content warning — smut, pet names, oral (m receiving)

pairing — Fem reader x Bucky Barnes

summary — Sargent expresses gratitude her to Bucky, who warmly embraces her, referring to her as "heт пpoблeм, пчёлкa" or "little bee." They enjoy each other's company, feeling content and loved in Bucky's arms.

word count — 322

"Thank you, Sargent," you whispered, biting your lip as a warm smile spread across your face. Bucky's flesh hand rested on your shoulder, radiating his warmth and presence.

"Нет проблем, пчёлка," he cooed, the smirk on his lips only adding to the heat in your cheeks. His fingers tangled in your hair, guiding you closer to him.

"Mm, вот и пчёлка," he murmured as his fingers tightened in your locks. You had learned that пчелка meant "little bee", and Bucky often used it as a term of endearment for you.

You couldn't understand all of his words, but the tone and the moan that escaped his lips made it clear that they were words of praise. The unfamiliar syllables rolled off his tongue like silk, sending shivers down your spine.

"Продолжать!" he groaned, his head falling back against the sofa as you continued to pleasure him with your tongue. You moaned around him, taking him deeper and tracing patterns over his length.

This time, he didn't let you up for air. His grip tightened in your hair as he bucked his hips up into your mouth. Your nose was buried in the dark curls at the base of his member, and your hands were braced on his thighs.

"Это оно," he gasped, his voice strained as his release grew closer. You took one hand from his thigh and reached down to fondle his balls, hoping to bring him to climax even faster.

"Я кончаю!" he exclaimed moments later as you felt his release spill onto your tongue. Your soldier was panting heavily now, and you slowly pulled away from him with a pop. Both of you were breathless and flushed.

"Fuck!" Bucky cursed, his eyes meeting yours with a mixture of lust and adoration. You smiled innocently up at him, leaning into his touch as he cupped your cheek.

"Моя маленькая шлюха," he purred, stroking your cheek with his thumb. My little whore. You couldn't help but smile fondly at him, feeling content and loved in his arms.

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malertop · 7 months ago

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Steve Rogers x TonyStarkSon!Male Reader

THE WHINY ACCIDENT

Gif is not mine!

Genre: Smut

Warnings?: bad bad bad writing,since english aint my first language and this is like my fourth or fifth fanfiction the writing may or just isn't the best..or great!,please forgive me if it's just BAD.

1 PM: MONDAY

"Are you sure you're ready for this Y/N?" Tony Stark asked.Tony Stark was and is known as the one and only Iron Man but also as a highly intelligent playboy who is also a billionaire man."Yes dad,can you calm down now and just trust me!" Y/N said.Y/N Stark is the son of Tony Stark and the big brother of their second child named Morgan Stark.Y/N Stark is a smart guy just like his father,but one thing that made him special is that he was gifted with powerful magic,and because he was ready to do anything to save people.Y/N magic was something powerful,so of course he had to join the Avengers but what happened is that he got a super big crush on the leader of the Avengers who is also known as the one and only Captain America a.k.a Steve Rogers."Oh c'mon,this is dangerous and you're just a kid,MY KID.I am sorry that I am worried for my son's safety!" Tony said dramatically again,scared and worried for his son's first actual dangerous mission "Dad oh my god don't worry I am going to be just fine!" Y/N insisted,he tried telling his dad for the 50x time probably already that he is going to be okay "Okay no,I am done!" Tony said as he put his hands in the air "What do you mean now?" Y/N said as he rolled his eyes as he sighted "I am sending Steve with you so he can watch you." Tony said with a serious voice and face "...I AM NOT A KID!" Y/N said as he yelled "ohmygodohmygodohmygod!" Y/N yelled in his mind "GOD PLEASE TELL ME HE IS JOKING!PLEASE PLEASE DAD TELL ME YOUR JOKING,I CAN'T BE WITH HIM ALONE" "Oh you are a kid kiddo,you're my kid and i don't want anything bad to happen to you." Tony said as he pointed at me as I just gave up.As I looked up I saw him starting to walk towards the door "Where are you going?" Y/N asked him as Tony turned to face the kid "Where else do you think?,You know what just stay here and wait." Tony said as he opened the door and then left.After 20 minutes Tony came back but with someone Y/N didn't exactly expected to see right at the moment "Okay Steve are you sure your fine with going with him?" Tony said before entering the door,with Steve next to him "I got no problem with that,and we can get along kind of more" Steve said with a smile "Are you saying you want to be friends with my son?" Tony asked as he pointed at Steve "what wait n-" as Steve started to panic Tony interrupted him "just kidding,I don't care" Tony said as he opened the door and let himself and Captain America enter where they saw Y/N already sleeping on his chair since as a hero he didn't had much time to sleep.

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7 PM: MONDAY

"Okay I am going to take a shower..." Steve said quietly as he put you in a bed "this kid is really heavy,I am really swea-" but as Steve was staying he noticed something that caught his eyes immediately,his eyes winded as he saw Y/N's bulge through his pants,he started to slowly move his hands towards Y/N's bulge as you were sleeping,just wanting to feel it but stopped himself and instantly backed away "okay Steve...just go to the shower." he said quietly as blush appeared on his face,he instantly rushed towards the bathroom leaving Y/N's unconscious body on the bed.

7:15 PM: MONDAY

"ugh" Y/N mumbled as he started to open his eyes.Seeing the light hurted his eyes for a bit but then his eyes got used to the lights,he got up and started looking at the room wondering where he is "where am I?..." Y/N said confused as he started walking but then bumped into a person "Oh your awake kid?" Steve said as he stood In front of Y/N,his perfect body still being wet and dripping some water,his big pecs which are better than any tits,his abs,his muscular arms,and the towel that was the problem right now because it was the only thing he was wearing."Oh-I-" "oh my god oh my god,please please stop i am going to get hard" Y/N stood there with blush on his face,frozen and not being able to say anything while standing in front of the muscular adult "M/N?...are you okay?" Steve asked as he put his hand on Y/N's shoulder,Y/N turned his head looking down and seeing he is starting to get turned on,Steve noticed Y/N looking down and he decided to see what he was looking at,he slowly turned his head down just to see Y/N's cock jumping and twitching through his pants,he instantly turned his head up and saw Y/N looking at him "...Did I make this?" Steve asked as he touched the bulge which made Y/N flinch for a second.

Steve looked at the shorter young boy who was blushing and all shy,Y/N couldn't move or do anything,and Steve couldn't risk what he desired,to get dumb fucked by the boy.Steve started to stroke the cock through the boy pants as he kept looking at him "tell me Y/N..do you want to have some fun,since some people think i am boring..but i can make real fun~" Steve said with a seductive voice as he kneeled down to the floor,seeing the boy face clearly made him even more turned on by the situation that he and the boy was in right now."W-What kind of fun?.." Y/N said stuttering while watching the older men that was on the floor stroking his dick through the pants,"oh you will see~" Steve said and instantly took down the pants revealing Y/N's big cock,the guy didn't even wait a second and took the dick inside his mouth,making himself already gag on it.Y/N moaned from the unexpected move Steve made as Steve started to give the shorter guy a blowjob.A gag after another fag followed from the older guy and moan and moan from the younger guy,Y/N couldn't help it but grab Steve's hair and push himself deep inside of his throat making the older men choke,Steve rolled his eyes as saliva was all around Y/N's cock.Y/N throw Steve to the ground as Steve began breathing for air,Y/N grabbed him by the hair and threw him on the bed as the towel fell."So Captain was a little bitch huh..then let me handle you like one~" Y/N said as he grabbed Steve's legs and pulled them towards him,splitting them apart wide open and looking at the breathing shaved white soft hole "W-Wait M/N it may not fit without prep-" "Don't worry Steve..your saliva made my cock wet enough to be used as a lube~" as Y/N said that he spit in his hand and brought it towards Steve's hole,he felt the soft skin of the older male turning him on even more as he couldn't wait anymore.

*slap* a slap was heard,Y/N slapped his hole teasing the older men with his dick as he watched the expression "Please M/N..just put inside of me already!~" Steve begged as he couldn't wait anymore,Steve was needy and that was well known for anyone now."What if it doesn't fit,Captain?" Y/N teased "then either we or I will make it fit" Steve teased back as he made Y/N blush,after hearing those words Y/N instantly put his whole cock inside of Steve's hole which made his eyes go wide open as he moaned by the unexpected move.Steve became a mess as Y/N thrusted more and more "Oh yeeeessss!" Steve said as he moaned "Destroy my hole M/!N,~~" Steve moaned as his hole was getting destroyed "Fuckkking god!~~~" Steve cursed out of enjoyment "What happened Captain,i thought we should watch our language and not curse?" Y/N teased as he continued to thrust every second,his balls hitting Steve's ass,his cock being buried inside of his whore hole "T-The language doesn't matter n-now~~" Steve said with cracks in his voice,Y/N started thrusting faster as Steve act like himself anymore "you like that Captain,making you my little bitch?" Y/N teased with a smirk as the slaps could be heard from miles away "yeeeeeesss~~" Steve said as his eyes rolled back which suprised Y/N making him stop for a second "wait why...why did you stop?" Steve asked as his eyes we're making eye contact with Y/N "i-" "Please M/N don't stop,look what you did to me already~" Steve cut Y/N off,as he finishes his sentence Y/N looked down at his hole and for a second pulled out revealing the wrecked hole of the older man "see..so-so don't stop!~" Steve said with smile and the next second his eyes rolled "Fuck yeah that pussy!" Y/N said as he shove his whole cock inside of Steve's hole and began thrusting again but faster than ever,slaps could be heard miles away as they were made every 1 second "FUCK M/N DESTROY MY LITTLE PUSSY~!!" Steve loudly moaned as he put his hands on Y/N's back "DESTROY MY PUSSY M/N,OWN IT,MAKE ME NOTHING BUT A MESS!" Steve continued as Y/N started to feel himself getting close "PLEASE M/N JUST MAKE ME YOUR BITCH AND OWN ME ALREADY,JUST DESTROY MY LITTLE CUNT AND O-OH-OHH FUCKK~!" Steve finished his sentence with eye rolling again as Y/N hit his spot "RIGHT THERE!,RIGHT THERE M/N! GAPE MY PROSTATE AND MAKE ME YOUR TOY~!" Steve moaned "fuck S-Steve..I..I am feeling really close~" "CUM INSIDE ME M/N!,PLEASE FILL THE INSIDES OF MY PUSSY~!" as Steve finished his begging that made Y/N completely out of control "fuck you pussy is sucking my dick S-So bad!~" Y/N said as he did his final thrust,cum started filling up Steve's soft wrecked hole.

1 PM: WEDNESDAY

"I am so proud of you son" Tony said as he hugged Y/N who of course hugged back,after like 1 minute Tony finally pulled back and looked at Y/N "you grow up so fast,just like how fast you were able to defeat them" Tony smiled "Dad c'mon!,I ain't a baby" "well in my heart you will always be a baby" Tony said as Y/N chuckled "Now you can go,I have to take a call" Tony said as he started walking towards his desk,while Y/N out of the door,he came to his room and as Y/N opened the door and entered,closing it and as he turned around he was stunned "Hello Y/N" Steve said as he came closer to younger guy,Steve was wearing nothing but a towel,he dropped the towel as he revealed himself wearing Captain America jockstrap "you dealt so good with the villains that I think you deserve an award" Steve said with a smirk on his as Y/N looked at him.

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thwackk · 1 year ago

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REAAAGHHHHHH‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️

#woman you’re WAY TOO CLOSE PEPPER SPRAY #this is my therapy right now leave me alone #steve rogers #captain america #marvel #yes i’m aware the bottom one is 50’s fashion not 40’s #edit: THAT IS NOT BUCKY LMAO #edit 2: it’s confusing cause of the clothes but that actually IS Tony i just didn’t wanna tag his ass. this aint abt him #they went to a 50’s themed party.

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fandomfluffandfuck · 9 months ago

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"S-say it again?" Steve pants, too desperate and on edge as his hips jerk forward uncontrollably. Thrusting in and pulling back sharply, quickly, and shallowly, unable to take it. Too much. So much.

Feelssogood.

Steve's ears burn with the tight, wet sounds that Bucky's cunt makes around his achy, hard cock. It's already pornographic but then the wet, slick noises have to be underscored embarrassingly by the obscene, sharp collision of their naked bodies hitting together--his pelvis pressed flush to Bucky's thick ass. Smack.Smack.Smack.

Oh, God, he can't help it. Fucking forward. Short and desperate thrusts. He can't help it. A whine trips and falls out of his buzzing mouth, kiss-swollen, red, and glistening. The phantom sensation of Bucky's teeth is still imprinted on his flesh, biting his fat lower lip just enough to hurt, forcing his mind to clear so he can listen to the growled instructions Bucky gives him on how he wants to be fucked. Saying the words right into his mouth, making him swallow them, hot and heavy in his belly.

For now, Steve swallows a whimper, the sensation of fucking is too much but he can't stop. He can't stop. He's sensitive but it's too much. Not enough! He, he...

He can't formulate a single fucking thought, he's so caught up in his throbbing, coiled-tight body.

Meanwhile, Bucky sighs pleasantly, content to keep the torture going and ensuring it will by squeezing his thick, strong thighs firmly around Steve's little waist. Holding him between his legs, heaven, like he wants to bruise him, mark him, hold him there, and make him lose his mind inside his molten body, carving deep into him. He knows exactly what he does to Steve and it isn't fucking fair. Steve keens. How is he supposed to function? How is he supposed to not go stupid?

When Bucky doesn't do anything else but grip him with his fucking thighs--Jesus, his thighs--Steve wilts, subcumbing to the crackling, spitting fire inside him, melting his muscles, leaving him weak and trembling as if he's feverish. He is. He's burning up. His head hangs lower, and his lips drag over the side of Bucky's throat, nosing his jaw, his breath humid and thick as he repeats himself, "sssay it again?" Steve begs. His voice is more whine than anything else.

He doesn't mean to be so pathetic, whining, nosing, and humping Bucky like a dumb puppy getting his dick wet for the first time, but he doesn't know what else to do. He needs it! He needs to hear it. It's all he wants. He wants it more than he wants his orgasm at this point. It is an orgasm, that in of itself.

If Bucky would just say it!

He wants it. He wants it so bad he can taste it.

It's not fair--he's drowning in the taste, but he can't indulge. The inferno inside his has reached a fever pitch again and again before Bucky's gotten control over it, suffocating the flames, cooling the heat just enough. Stopping him right on the cusp. Leaving him sweating and shaking but never losing it fully. Catching him just before his eyes roll back into his head--right before release. Now, poor Steve's hypersensitive and ever-burning. So molten that he's gone beyond red-hot to pure white.

Pure heat.

Steve fucks another little sound out of himself, grinding into Bucky's cunt too deep. He's flushed pink and needy all the way to his curling, cramping toes. It aches.

Yet, his hips buck again, jostling Bucky good, his cock battering his prostate like he likes, sending pulsing, electric pleasure through him. Bucky gets pleasure. Bucky gets to cum. Bucky tells him what do to, he orders him around, he owns his dick.

"Pleeeeease!" Steve whines, especially pathetic.

Finally fucking pathetic enough, desperate enough, tears in his eyes, a sob at the back of his throat that Bucky does as he asks. Just this once. But first...

Steve keens when he's blinded, assaulted, by the electric, sparkling sensation of Bucky's fist tightening its grip in his hair, holding right at the base of his neck like he's scruffing him or, oh, fuck, like he's pulling on a leash. It causes his hips to fuck harder, grinding deeper where he's hotter, wetter, tighter. So easy to direct, such an obedient boy.

But-!

Steve needs something to do with his mouth. Steve's out of his fucking mind. Steve doesn't even care that it's embarrassing how he drools and licks and sucks at Bucky's collarbone. It's there and he needs him. He needs his mouth full. He needs more. Moremoremoremore. He really just wants--

Bucky lets it happen.

He groans, "good boyyy," as he's pounded into fervently. God, Steve gets dumb but he knows how to use that big fucking cock.

"A-AH!" Steve cries out, still humping him, "ah, ah, ah-again!" Steve whimpers, his thrusts sloppy and clumsy as he's walked right up to the line. So eager. So close.

"Magic word?" Bucky chuckles, barely avoiding a moan of pleasure. He's so deep inside him that he can feel him in the back of his throat. Jesus.

"'Pluh-please!" Steve slurrs, drunk on the tight clench of his body.

"Good boy," Bucky barely finishes the words--pulling harshly at Steve's hair as he goes faster, harder, deeper--before Steve is losing it completely, curling over top of him, shivering so hard that it's more like convulsions as he empties himself inside him, moaning himself hoarse. He can't help it, digging his fingers into the sheets and mattress as he falls apart. He hears that little bit of praise, and every bit of restraint leaves his puppy.

#in old news: S Is Fucking Gone On Pathetic [Affectionate] Subby Tops #And On Puppy Play #anyway #i couldn't get this out of my head #fandomfluffandfuck #bucky barnes #steve rogers #stucky #big sub steve #dom bucky #top steve #bottom bucky

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hainethehero · 10 months ago

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This is your daily reminder that Steve Rogers is a needy, whiny bottom who likes d!ck, ice cream & cuddles.

#steve rogers #captain america #mcu #marvel #chris evans #steve rogers is a bottom #bottom steve rogers #sub steve rogers #soft boy steve rogers #daily reminder #stucky #stony #james bucky barnes #bucky barnes #tony stark #iron man #winter soldier #the avengers

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samlacy · 2 years ago

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I'm new here on tumblr so excuse me for doing anything wrong!

First fanfiction here :))

THIGHS

dom!top!steve rogers x sub!bot!malereader

warnings : thighs marking, thigh obsession, biting, kissing, making out, lowkey top to bottom..?, sub/dom dynamics, bottom amab reader, hot steve rogers, bedroom sex, wrist holding, gay(😱), not proofread im sorry.., kinda rushed

words : 1.5k

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Steve and you were making out in your bedroom. You were pinned on the door as you both fought for dominance in eachothers mouth. He stopped the kiss, leading it to heavy breaths escaping his mouth, giving you the thought you won as you pushed him on the bed and stood between his legs.

You leaned forward and grabbed his jaw to keep on devouring his mouth. Wet sounds filled the room as your lips smacked together. His were swollen so beautifully. It was a bright red and saliva mixed with yours.

As soon as you grabbed to open your short jeans by the zipper you got turned around and now you were the one with the thighs spread as steve sat between them. He took both of your wrists in one hand as he pinned them on your stomach. With the free hand he unbuckled his leather belt and used it to wrap around your wrists. Now you were sure that you were receiving it tonight.

Steve continued with pulling your jeans off with your calvin klein boxers. His lips caressed from your chest down to your thighs. You have really sensetive thighs and steve knows it very well. He loves it when you gasp and grip the sheets by some kisses on your thighs.

Captain admired the skin of your thighs. They were pale, moles decorating it and chubby. He grabbed your inner thighs, showing how thick they are. You wince at it and throw your head back as your eyes close tightly. The pain of biting down on your bottom lip to stop the noises from coming out of your mouth was making you go crazy.

Steve was making you crazy.

He leaned down as he kissed your thighs again, biting down suddenly. You gasped loudly, couldn't hold back that one. At the moment you were so sure that got bruised right there. A small chuckle left steve's mouth as he slapped your inner thigh. Making you shake from the teasing and turtoring.

"My wanna-be-dominant baby is so obedient to his sir", steve spat out, holding back a smirk as he poked your asshole with his thumb. You whined as you open your mouth to say something, only to feel a pair of fingers getting shoved in your throat. You chocked on them as you knew what steve meant. Saliva was covering the fingers as you tried to wet them as much as you could. One of your legs got held up, by the hand poking your asshole earlier, so that steve had a better vision of your asshole, spreading your ass cheeks perfectly.

The licking ended as steve pulled his fingers out and put them right on your hole. You covered your mouth with your tied together hands when a finger entered slowly, gently. No matter how much you two fucked, it always felt like your first time. Which steve also took, your virginity. You put your hands on steves black t-shirts, grabbing on them surely leaving wrinkles. Steve was focused on your face expressions as he entered another finger. You squeezed your eyes close, as you bit down on your bottom lip. A choked whine trailed out of your pink lips as he started curling his fingers, hitting your prostate immediatly.

"Don't hold your noises back for me, pup. Come on show sir how much you love my fingers caressing your insides", another brush against your prostate was enough to make you moan. Steve smirked as he circled and brushed over it multiple times, he loved the noises you were making. You weren't even sitting on his cock and still he had you all messy spread on his bed.

Right at the moment you thrusted your hips back into his fingers he pulled them out and wiped them on the bedsheets. You whined as you grabbed his shirt harder and threw your head back. Lowkey throwing a small tantrum without knowing.

The harsh smack on your thigh made you gasp as he let go of your leg and forced you to turn on your stomach. You muttered to yourself, clearly not wanting steve to hear it. But how you failed. This so curious puppy started pulling on your hair as he whispered into your ear.

"Whats was that, pup? First you throw a tantrum and now you are acting secretive. Just say you want a punishment", You sobbed out a whine as you tried shaking your head with the harsh grip. Steve chuckled out a 'pathetic.' as he suddenly let go of your hair to play with your body, and maybe patience, a little more.

His hands brushed over your back, which made you realize he took your t shirt off while you were making out earlier, as he held onto your waist, kissing and biting over the moles on your back. You gasped into the pillow as your hands were over your head, which is the only comfortable position while its tied up. You bit into the pillow, drooling on it. Steve was painting your skin so prettily.

"Steve, pleasepleaseplease. Just fuck me already", those words spilled out of your mouth as you couldn’t handle the teasing anymore. You needed him inside.

Steve just chuckled as he gave your ass another squeeze before taking his jeans and boxers with his t-shirt off, lining his cock with your hole. You gasped at the spread, the cold fingers from earlier were getting replaced by steves warm cock. His tip entered you, following with the half of his length, thats where it hit you. It was hurting like ass. You tried to press yourself up on your fours with your hands. A big press on your upper back made you fall back down. Steves other hand lifted your hips up so you are on your knees, but your upper body is laying on the bed. It perfectly arched your back. You looked like a kitty more than a pup.

Now he entered you fully as he ripped out a moan from you. The sudden friction of steve starting to thrust was making your vision blurry. The tears of pleasure started coming as he pulled on your hair and smacked your buttcheek every change he got, leaving a print of his hand on it. He was so good at pleasing you.

"Fuck. You look so pretty crying for my cock", steve left another spank on your cheek. The speed of the thrust only increased, your hair was all over the place and the pillows were soaked with drool.

You felt so fucked up. Steve wouldn't stop pounding into you as he whispered dirty words in to your ear biting down on the lobe before pulling himself up again and getting a better grip on your hips, thrusting deeper than usual.

You felt his hand rub on your lower stomach, out of concern you looked down, and oh god how guilty it looked. Your stomach was bulging. His tip kept on disappearing then reappearing, he was so so deep.

"Look how slutty you are, pup. Only this slutty for sir, aren't you?" Steve pointed out as his thrust were slowing down, but a rhythm still going on. The air was knocked out of you so much, that you couldn't even answer without letting whines out between your words.

Before you could even register his question, he took your right leg and tossed it over his shoulder. You were laying on your side as he started thrusting into you in an insane pace again. The tension reformed itself again. The AC was so useless, you were sweating like shit. Your tied up hands grabbed on the sheet tightly, not letting go anytime soon.

Finally, he announced that he was close and that he would come inside you. You just nodded as your eyes rolled back into your head. A groan escaped his lips as he finally released. The warm liquid filled you up so good, each corner was full. Right after you spurted your cum out too. Your vision was hazy, nothing was recognizable. He stopped moving, but did not pull out. You two stood like that for a while, pants left eachothers mouths as steve finally let out a giggle.

He pulls out as he looks at how the cum was rolling down your thigh so prettily, no effort in stuffing it back in. Your eyes closed as you laid your head on the side You heard a 'click!' sounds coming from steve, which sounded like his iphone camera. He was taking pictures of your fucked up state. Somehow he always loved taking pictures of the stuff he did and was proud of. This being one of it.

He unbuckled the belt around your wrist and threw the belt on the bed. He stood up and carried you in his arms, bridal style. His arms were soft and comfortable to be in. He still smelled good after that sweaty sex. You knew he was gonna bath you and make you all clean again, so you just decided to drift off to sleep till y'all were even in the bathroom.

A little nap in steve's big arms won't hurt

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sad-not-glad · 2 years ago

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Sharing is Caring

Soft Dom! Steve x Sub! Bucky x Dom! reader

Warnings: smut!!!! Sm smut. Blowjobs. Mommy kink. Captain kink. MMF threesome. Anal. The list goes on.

Word count: 4198

A/N: I’m a slut for sub! Bucky. Always. This is a repost since I was fkn stupid and deleted my old account. Enjoy!

Your little apartment was quiet save for the soft sounds of the city waking up that drifted in from the window. Today was a cleaning day so you had woken up early, opened all the windows, and set to work. You intended to have the place spotless in time for your boyfriend’s return home. He had been called away on a last-second mission that you weren’t allowed to know the details of and he was due to return later that evening, just in time for date night. Knowing how tired he would be, you had planned a simple night in so he could relax and be pampered by your love. You’ve only just started the kitchen when there’s a soft knock at the door that pulls you from your cleaning induced stupor. Setting down the rag and cleaning spray you wiped your hands on your jeans as you made for the door. After a quick peep through the looking hole you clicked the lock and swung open the wood to reveal a face you knew very well.

Steve Rogers stood there, smiling lazily with his hands shoved in his pockets. Although you couldn’t deny how he shifted between his feet anxiously. “Hey Steve, everything okay?” He nodded, glancing past you into the apartment before answering. “Yeah, can we talk?”

“Well, that’s something.” You sit back against your couch as you cross your arms in thought. Steve sat nearby in the armchair you found a few months ago, playing with his fingers to avoid your questioning gaze. “Like I said, (Y/N), I really don’t want this to change anything. I just- I couldn’t keep being friends with you if you didn’t know. It wouldn’t be right.” You hummed, thoughts running wild as he waited anxiously for your response. It was an odd situation admittedly, but not all that surprising. Especially considering the conversations you and Bucky already had about the topic. And knowing Steve the way you did, this should have been expected. He was a good person and you knew that he was being honest with you out of the guilt he carried for deceiving you. At least he thought he had.

“Would you want things to change?” You sit forward, propping your head against your hand as you stare at him with wide, innocent eyes. It was an idea you had been brewing since the first mention of this from Bucky, and now seemed as perfect a time as any to put it into action. “What do you mean?” Steve clearly wasn’t expecting your answer to be that, but you could see the curiosity in his eyes when he shifted forward ever so slightly. “Things are different nowadays, Steve. Relationships are different. And I think we can work something out where all of us can be happy.”

He considered your words for a moment before squinting his eyes suspiciously. Was this some kind of test in his faith? If so, he was going to fail. “Like what?” The grin that spread across your lips was captivating, mischievous as you told him of your idea. The more you explained the harder he could feel himself blushing and by the end there was a considerable strain to his pants. His voice is weak when he finally finds the courage to respond. “That sounds… amazing.” Your eyes sparkle as you bite your lip and giggle at him. “Well I’m glad you think so. But in the meantime you’re going to help me clean, our boy deserves a tidy house to return to.” His face burns when you specifically emphasize the word ‘our.’ This was going to be a long day of waiting.

Bucky was exhausted. His joints ached and there was a sizable gash down his right bicep. All he wanted was to be home, surrounded by your warmth and love as he recovered mentally from his mission. Opening the door he was met with the warm smell of your home cooking and boisterous laughter floating from the kitchen. He let his bags fall with a soft thud as he kicked off his boots before following the sounds of voices. You stood at the stove, cooking something that smelled absolutely divine as Steve reclined against the counter next to you. Both of you were giggling at whatever had been said and it makes his heart warm to see the two people he loved most getting on so well together. Steve notices him first, greeting the man with a smile and a wave. “Heya Buck. How’d it go?” You turn away from the pans, walking over to wrap your arms tightly around his torso. He sighs, burning his face into your hair before responding to his friend. “It went to shit, I’m just happy to be home.” You leaned up on your toes to press a soft kiss against his cheek before retreating back to your cooking. With a quick glance at the clock and some mental math you deduce that he has enough time for a shower before you finish. “Why don’t you go clean up, baby? Dinner will be done by then.” He nodded softly, disappearing from the kitchen to do just that. A nice hot shower would help him out more than he was willing to admit right now.

When Bucky emerged, clean and in fresh clothes, the table had already been set with dinner. There were two large servings accompanied by your considerably smaller one, something you had grown used to over the years spent with your boyfriend. He could eat your entire kitchen bare and still be hungry, and that was a good day. So you always made sure to pile his plate high with food, doing the same for Steve. There’s little conversation as the three of you eat peacefully. Steve insists on doing the dishes, sending you and Bucky to the living room so you could choose something to watch on the TV. “You wanna watch Harry Potter again?” Bucky asks, sorting through your sizable DVD collection. You sit on the floor beside him, eyes scanning over the titles available as you thought. “Hm, you’ve seen that like three times now. Oh! What about this one, it’s about three sisters who are witches.” You pull Charmed from the stack, passing it over so he can look at the case. After a moment Bucky nods, handing it back to you with a smile. “Sounds like fun, dollface. Wanna go get some snacks while I set up?” That was one thing you thought was absolutely adorable when it came to Bucky. He had such a passion for learning about new technology and the internet. At first it was surprising but after hearing the stories of his fascination with sci-fi before the war it made more sense to you. With a soft peck to his stubble cheek you disappear back into the kitchen.

Steve is drying his hands, sink empty and dishes placed out on the rack to dry. You carefully step around him, grabbing out a bag of popcorn to microwave while you flitted around gathering other various things for your boys to munch on. Steve catches your eye and gives a curious nod of his head towards the door leading to the living room. You step forward and speak in a low voice so Bucky couldn’t overhear. “Second episode.” He nods in understanding, vanishing out to join your boyfriend while they wait for you to finish your own task. After dumping the bag of hot kernels into a bowl and gathering everything else in your arms you make your way back out to the two men. You unceremoniously drop everything onto the coffee table before plopping down on the sofa next to Bucky. His arm automatically comes to rest around your shoulders as he hits play and the DVD begins. The first episode passes normally, it’s about halfway through the second that Steve shifting on the other side of Bucky catches your attention. His gaze locks on to yours for just a moment and you smirk, tilting your head up to kiss along your lover’s jaw.

Bucky sighs, his hold around your shoulders tightening in warning as you nip softly below his ear. He was more than happy to kiss you stupid, but Steve was right there. He couldn’t do that to him. Not with the tension still running so high between the two men. It just wouldn’t be fair. You raise your hand, placing it gently over his chest as you slowly trail your lips over his neck. Your treading into dangerous territory right now and he can’t help the small whimper that tears from his lips when you latch onto the one sensitive spot where his neck meets his shoulder. There’s a pause where his heart drops as Steve sits forward, shame and guilt coursing through his veins. This wasn’t fair-

All of Bucky’s thoughts short circuit as the other man turns, bending down to copy your actions and smothering his best friend’s neck with soft kisses and bites. His whole body is vibrating, torn between confusion and absolute arousal. Your fingers trace a pace slowly down his abs and brush over the bulge in his sweatpants as Steve’s hand takes the place where yours just was. His breath is coming out in short pants as he fights to understand just what was happening. You give a soft chuckle, hand cupping over his dick and giving a soft squeeze as he groans out. “You gonna let us take care of you honey? Treat you nice the way you deserve?”

He stutters, unable to form a response as you tut softly in his ear. Steve had moved on to sucking deep marks against his skin, pulling back and lavishing his work with tender licks before moving to the next spot. And god, Bucky feels like he could explode. His wide eyes jump back and forth from you, his girlfriend, to Steve, the man he still loves. This had to be a dream, or some kind of sick joke the both of you were playing, right? Bucky’s eyes fought to stay open as you gently slipped your hand down past the elastic of his pants and boxers to finally grab ahold of his cock. You give him a few slow tugs before coming to a stop. When you speak your voice is clear and firm. “Bucky, baby, you want this?”

His eyes slide open as he turns to you in question. You answer him, already knowing what was going through his mind. “You wanna let me n’ Stevie love on you? You deserve it baby boy, and you can have anything you want.” Your soft prodding brings his mind back to reality as the situation crashes over him. He twitches painfully in your hand as he considers his options while Steve continues his journey down Bucky’s neck. After a few moments he gives a soft nod and you grin, tightening your grip around his cock. “Words, use them sweet boy.” He struggles for a moment before finally finding his voice. “Yes, mommy. Want it bad.” The moan Steve lets out against his skin is absolutely sinful. Neither of you were strangers to the kinkier side of the bedroom, it was something Bucky took in stride. He had spent so long being in power, even if someone was telling him what to do he was still fighting and killing. And being able to completely let go and lose himself in your safety and warmth was a welcome release from his chaotic and sometimes gruesome life.

“Okay my boy, we’re gonna treat you so good honey. You know your words?” He nods, head already clouding over as he lets himself go into that state of mind where the only thing that mattered was the pleasure you could bring him. And now Steve too.

“Yes ma’am. Platypus ma’am.” The blonde snorts and you can’t help but chuckle too as he raises a curious brow at you. “It works really well. It’s not something either of us would say normally so it’s very easy to tell something is wrong. But we’ve never had to use it, have we, my sweet boy?” He shakes his head lightly as you hum in approval. Being Bucky’s dom was not something you took lightly, and from your earlier conversations Steve understood the importance of the role as well. Of course he didn’t know the modern terms for everything but he understood the basics, revealing to you that neither of the men were new to the roles you had assumed so easily. You make eye contact with Steve and nod your head down to where your hand is stuffed down Bucky’s pants. “Wanna help out, Captain?” He eagerly reaches down, hand covering your own as Bucky gasps and throws his head against the back of the couch. It had been years for him so Steve let’s you guide him on what to do as he slowly re-acquaints himself with the other man’s glorious cock. Only a few moments later he's taking the lead and you move your hand down to fondle Bucky’s balls. He moans and whines as his hips jut up uncontrollable against your combined hands and their efforts.

Your other hand moves up to gently rest against the back of his neck, turning and guiding his head towards Steve’s awaiting lips. The kiss begins soft and slow but quickly grows heated. Your panties are quickly growing moist as you watch the two make out. It’s sloppy and all tongues and teeth as Bucky lets out little whimpers into Steve’s mouth, who happily swallows them down. You increase your efforts, fingers slowly slipping back to softly rub against the furl of his tight hole. Bucky comes with a sharp cry as you gently press down, hips jerking into Steve’s hand as he sprays ropes of this hot cum against the fabric of his boxers. You both slow to give him a moment to catch his breath, Steve keeping him locked in a now softer kiss as you resumed your ministrations across his neck. Once Bucky has recovered you slide from the couch to stand before the two men.

“Sweet boy, how are you feeling?” His eyes are glossy and his lips are swollen, the front of his sweats stained with his cum. A second passes before he answers. “So good, mommy.” You smile, leaning down to gently brush your hand through his hair. “Do you wanna keep going baby? Or are you too tired?” He shakes his head, face heating up with humiliation as he struggles for words. “Want it, mommy.” You hum, gently tugging on his hair as he gasps and moans. “What do you want, baby? I told you to use your words.” He stutters and his skin is quickly darling into a beautiful scarlet color. “I want… both of you? Both of you, I want you both.” He stumbles over his words, shame burning through his veins as you smile reassuringly at him. “Oh sweet boy, you think you can take it?” He nods insistently and Steve’s chuckle rumbles across his skin. “Alright then. You know what to do, go make yourself look pretty for us on the bed.” Bucky shoots up from the couch and rushes away to do as told. Steve casually raises from the couch and you both take the moment to discuss your next plans. “I know you guys have been pretty intense in the past but you remember what I told you earlier?” He nods, running over your conversation in his mind. You had explained to him the formalities of domination and submissives, gone into detail about how Bucky responded to subspace and how to care for him. Steve straightened up confidently before responding. “Of course. I only want him to feel good.” You smile warmly, gently petting his shoulder with an understanding nod. “I know you do Stevie. You’ll do an amazing job. Ready to go take care of our boy?”

“Lead the way, mommy.” He’s teasing you, in a friendly way of course. You roll your eyes and smirk. “Behave, Captain. We don’t wanna overwhelm Bucky just yet.” He hums in understanding as you lead the way back to the bedroom. Bucky is sitting on his knees in the middle of the bed, stripped nude with his hands clasped patiently behind his back. He truly is a sight to behold. You make your way over to the bed casually, reaching down to trace his jaw. “How do you wanna do this, honey? We wanna take it at your pace.” His eyes flick between the two of you as he tries desperately to find the words needed in the moment. “Want… can I have Steve, mommy? Please?” You tut once again, gripping his soft hair and tugging his hair back harshly. “What did you call him?” You can hear Steve swallow thickly as he watches Bucky’s breath pick up and his cock twitch softly against his abs where it’s straining. Bucky rushes to correct himself. “Captain! I wan’ captain.” You let up on your hold in his hair and softly smooth your hand over his neck. “Good job. Where do you want him, sweet boy?” He’s shaking with humiliation but you know he loves it, loves when you force him to explain exactly what he wants. The burn of shame was delicious, cutting into the overwhelming pleasure coursing through his veins. “I want… can I have his cock, mommy? I wanna feel him inside me, been so long.” Glancing over your shoulder at Steve you take note of his wide pupils and prominent bulge. “I dunno baby. Why don’t you ask your Captain yourself?” The blonde licks his lips, eyes watching Bucky intensely as he steps forward while tugging down the button and fly of his pants. Bucky gently raises his eyes to meet his gaze, face burning as he asks for what he so desperately needed.

“I want your cock, Captain. Can I have it, please?” You watch Steve nod, pulling himself out of his jeans as Bucky practically drooled. “Where do you want it?” He whimpers, too enamored by the arousal thrumming through his veins to reply. You chuckle, coming behind Bucky on the bed so you can wrap your arms around his chest from the back. “You want it in your mouth sweet boy? Or do you want him to fuck that pretty little ass?” They both moan out at your filthy words, Steve slowly jerking himself as Bucky fights for an answer. Both options sounded absolutely heavenly, but he knew he could only have one at a time. So-

“My ass, want it in my ass, Captain.” You coo softly, guiding your boy to gently lean back against your chest as you reach down to spread his legs. Steve places one knee on the bed, leaning down and swallowing Bucky’s soft gasps and moans into his mouth. While the two settled into another sloppy make out session you quickly reached back to grab the bottle of lube from the bedside stand. A short moment later your fingers are covered in slick and pressing softly against the ring of muscle hidden between Bucky’s full cheeks. His moan is absolutely broken as you gently push your finger in, only up to the first knuckle. Slowly you begin to work him open while sucking dark hickeys over the back of his neck. Steve pulls back to shift his weight fully onto the bed, eyes trailing down to watch as Bucky greedily swallowed your fingers. The sight was enough to make him throb painfully. With gently pushes you gradually work your entire finger past his hole before adding a second gently. Tears begin to fall from Bucky’s pretty eyes and Steve makes quick work of licking the salty treat away. You sigh softly, enjoying the show so much that for a moment you almost forgot that you were the one calling the shots. You had a fleeting thought of a super soldier sandwich and happily tucked it away in your mind for later. Tonight was about your baby boy, after all.

“Are you ready honey? Think you’re nice and stretched for Captain’s dick?” He nods feverishly, head tipping back against your shoulder as he grinds down against your fingers. There’s a soft squish as you pull your hand away, wiping your fingers off on his thigh. Steve shuffled closer with cock in hand but doesn’t seem to be in any kind of rush. He takes his time, tracing the fat tip from Bucky’s balls down over his quivering hole. Ever so gently he pushes forward and groans lowly as his tip is accepted easily. You gently skim your hands across your boyfriend’s chest as he quivers, eyes squeezed shut and lip caught tightly between his teeth. He’s whining and rocking down, trying so hard to chase the delicious burn of his Captain’s heavy prick forcing him open. It takes a decent amount of time but finally Steve is able to bottom out, holding himself tightly against Bucky’s hips as he fights to resist the urge to absolutely ruin the man underneath him. He gives a soft thrust and you grin and Bucky’s debauched moan of pure pleasure. “Oh! Please, Captain!” He was always so cute when he got needy and whiny like this. Making eye contact with the other man you reach out to pull him forward by his shirt. Spurred on by the heat of the moment your lips meet and Bucky feels tears burn his eyes at the sight as his cock grows impossibly harder. He had never seen something so sexy before. Steve sets up a slow, deep pace as he continues to keep you locked in a lazy kiss. Your attention is pulled away by the soft cries of your boyfriend as you both look over to his face. He’s absolutely ruined already, tears streaming his face as he writhes against the pleasure. Steve seems to get off on the sight as he picks up his pace which only serves to push Bucky even further into his pleasure filled haze.

“Does that feel good, baby boy? Huh?” You can tell that Bucky is drawing close to his release. His eyes are unfocused as he gasps and moans while his face shines with fat tears. Slipping your hand down between their bodies you grab ahold of him and within three sharing tugs he’s cumming with a loud sob, and it’s absolutely gorgeous. Steve’s pace continues for a few more moments before he pulls back with a strangled groan as he begins to fist his cock rapidly. After another moment he also manages to reach his climax, releasing thick spurts over your boyfriend with a soft hiss. A heavy silence fills the room as both men fight to catch their breath while you slyly raise your hand up to your mouth, sucking down the now combined taste of them both. Gently you shift to the side and guide Bucky down onto his back so he can recover before slipping from the bed in search of a wet cloth. When you return from the bathroom the two have curled against each other while Steve peppers small kisses all over the brunette’s face as he mumbles soft confirmations of his love. Bucky is clearly still floating on air as you make quick work of cleaning them both with a gentle hand. Cleaned and thuroughly fucked through you leave them one last time to flick off the light before joining them both in bed. Together in a mess of limbs and warm kisses the three of you fall asleep.

When Bucky wakes up it takes him several long seconds to remember what had happened the night before. The bed is empty but still warm. Carefully he plays his feet on the floor, hissing softly when he stands as a stab of pain cuts through his backside. It all comes crashing down on him then, the memories of being pressed between the two people he loved the most. He pulls on a pair of clean pajamas for the dresser before padding out into the hallway.

There’s soft music playing from your record player, something old that he remembers hearing before the war. He catches sight of you and Steve in the kitchen, giggling and talking quietly as you both made breakfast. He watched as you leant up, kissing the blonde’s cheek before returning to the pancakes you had to flip. He enters the kitchen quietly as he steps behind you to peek over your shoulder. Steve notices and shoots him a smile that makes his stomach flutter.

“Morning Buck. Sleep well?”

He blinks, thinking for a moment before he nods.

“Yeah, the best sleep I’ve had in seventy years.”

He didn’t need to explain why, you both knew. And that was probably the best part of this entire thing, the silent understanding shared between the three of you. You press a soft kiss to his lips and when you pull away Steve takes your place, claiming Bucky’s lips as his own for another sweet peck. Yeah, Bucky though absentmindedly, he could get used to this.

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l1tw1ck · 1 year ago

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Dysfunction or Wrong Direction?

bottom!Steve Rogers x top!male reader

☆ Word Count: 1,032 ☆

CW: Dub-Con (Drunk Sex), Virginity Loss, Anal Fingering, Cum Swallowing, Dom/Sub, Anal, Size Kink, Creampie, Corruption

Steve orders another drink and sighs. He's been struggling lately, specifically with sex. No matter what he tries or who he meets, he just can't get it up. Ever since he started working out, he started to get attention from women. Unfortunately for him, he's never been able to actually have sex because they never get him hard.

You sit down next to him and notice his defeated demeanor. “You alright?” You ask.

He turns to you and shakes his head, too drunk to keep everything to himself. “I can't…I can't get it up…but my doctor…my doctor says nothing's wrong.”

“Aw, really? Maybe you should try something new.” You smirk. “Something like…anal?”

“I don't think there's a lot of women who want to do that..”

“I mean you. You should try getting fucked.” You laugh softly. “I’m willing to be your first.” You wink.

His eyes widen, cheeks red. “Oh.”

“What do you think, pretty boy?” You tilt your head. “I promise I’ll show you a good time.”

He’s so drunk that he's willing to give it a try.

Steve looks at you with an adorable expression as your fingers work open his hole. He didn't know it would feel so good, and you're only fingering him. He never thought he'd say this but he can't wait to feel your cock inside him.

“Do you feel okay?” You ask. You already know the answer, thanks to his rock hard cock and his soft moans, but you want to hear it straight from him.

He nods. “‘S good- ‘s good, [Name].” He bites his lip.

“It’s sir.”

He blushes. “Sorry sir.”

“Good boy.” You curl your fingers up and reach his prostate. He gasps, a spurt of cum leaving his cock. “Found it.” You grin.

“Again- please-”

You continuously poke at his prostate, effectively driving Steve crazy.

“Yes- oh fuck-” He throws his head back. “Don't stop–” His moans increasingly grow louder as he reaches his peak.

“You wanna come, Steve? Beg for it.”

He feels so good that he’ll do anything to come. “Please- fuck– please let me- hh- come, sir– please~”

“Go ahead.” As soon as you give him the okay, he comes all over his chest. You slowly pull out of him. He takes deep breaths as he recovers from his orgasm.

“That- that felt so good.” He sighs. “You're…you're gonna fuck me now, right?” He looks at you, the look on his face is unintentionally seductive.

You chuckle. “Mhm.” You drag your tongue along his chest, scooping up his cum and cleaning him up. You pull away and look at him with a smile while unbuckling your belt. He looks at your expression, clear enthusiasm painted on your face. You're beyond excited to take his virginity. His eyes trail down to your crotch. He watches in anticipation as you pull down your pants. He stares intensely at your underwear, aroused by how hard you are. He wasn't sure if he just likes anal or if he likes men too but just looking at your boner is setting him on fire. He wonders if you’ll let him suck you off. He's almost surprised by that thought but considering what he's just done, what he's said, it's not all that surprising in comparison.

His eyes widen as you release your hard cock. He gasps. “You're huge.” He almost whispers. You're even bigger than he is.

“Are you scared?” You slowly pump your cock. “I could settle for a blowjob.” You could, hypothetically, but you'd much rather fuck him.

He shakes his head. “I can take it..” His voice is very breathy. He can't take his eyes off your length. You've awakened a lot in him tonight.

“Yeah? I think so too.” You lick your lips. “Hold your legs in the air.”

He does exactly as you asked, arms wrapped around his legs. “Like this?”

You nod. “You're good at following orders.” You prod your tip against his hole. “I like how obedient you are. So willing to do whatever I ask.”

He blushes but before he can respond, you start easing your way inside him. “Fu- fuck–” He lets out a sharp breath. “Don't stop- ah–” His uncomfortable expression twists into a pleasured one, his lips moving into a shaky smile. You're stretching him out so much and it feels so damn good. He shivers as your length brushes against his prostate.

You eventually bottom out and stay still, allowing him to get used to the feeling. “You feel amazing, baby…so damn tight.”

He looks up at you. “You're not moving?”

“I’m giving you time to adjust.”

“I don't need time…I need you to fuck me.”

You smirk. “Okay.” You grip his waist and start fucking him roughly, not bothering to start slow.

“So good- fuck- harder!” He moans. “Please, sir~!”

“I’m glad you remember your manners.” You fuck him harder.

“Yes- th- thank you, thank you, sir~” His body shakes. “‘M gonna come- please- uh~ please lemme come, sir-”

“Coming without me even touching you? Maybe your body was made to only take cock instead of giving it.” You chuckle. “You’ve got such a big cock but it's useless. All your body wants is to be fucked.”

Steve moans. “Yes~!”

“You think so too? That you're just a cocksleeve?”

He nods rapidly. “I’m your- your cocksleeve, sir~”

“Yeah? Come for me then.”

Steve’s body shakes as he comes for the second time, coming even harder than last time. He's shocked as you keep going but he's certainly not opposed to it.

“I’m gonna come inside you, okay, baby?”

He nods. “Wha- whatever you want~”

“Good boy.” You lean in and kiss him. Steve sloppily reciprocates it, kissing you back with less experience. His thoughts start to go fuzzy. The overstimulation combined with his drunkenness isn't helping him stay sane. You pull away and lean into his neck, softly kissing it before sinking your teeth into his skin. He rolls his eyes back as you flood his insides with your cum.

“It's warm..” Steve moans.

“You like how it feels?” You smile, slowly pulling out of him. He sighs, already missing the feeling of you inside him. “Let's get cleaned up, okay?”

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