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I’m in Love with Joseph Quinn/ Eddie Munson!
I’ll tell you a bit about me!
- I’m a Pisces
- I am BICURIOUS
- Gen Z
- I love giving gifts
- TPWK
- I’m scared/ don’t like insects 😣
- I’m an Empath
- I am a music nerd. I love everything that has to do with the Music Industry. Love analyzing lyrics and concepts (etc.)
- I’m a Film enthusiast. Love analyzing characters and movies(etc.)
- Art is My passion! Anything that has to do with creating ( Drawing , Painting , Dancing , Singing , Composing , Writting , Acting , Playing instruments, Poetry, Designing, Fashion Design etc)
- I love writing and reading
- I love Musicals
- I’m a hopeless romantic. I love Love
- Day Dreamer and a Night Thinker
- I have a passion on Songwriting
- I play Guitar (Electric and Acoustic)and Ukelele
- I love studying artists
- I am of color , curly hair and English is not my first language
- Taylor Swift
- Harry Styles
- Niall Horan
- Louis Tomlinson
- Zayn Malik
- One direction
- R5
- Ross Lynch
- Zendaya
- Tom Holland
- Chris Evans and Characters
- Marvel( Bucky Barnes , Steve Rogers , Scarlet witch , doctor strange , spider man , Hawkeye, Yelena Belova...)
okay so i was the anon asking having this image of bucky in my head.
but beefy!bucky just using you as his little cum dumpster. there’s just SO MUCH every time and he can just keep going. the man just won’t stop or let you get up. just you, him, and you completely, utterly stuffed with his cum.
And by round four there's a thick white ring of cum that circles the base of his cock and sticks to your skin when he pumps into you. You swear its like he hasn't even came yet with his stamina — he just keeps going and going, dark bangs stuck to his temples and pouty lips swollen from your shared kisses.
"Just one more, feel t'damn good." His arms are bulging where he holds your thighs over his shoulders, skin flushed and warm.
"Bucky–" you choke on your voice, breath hitched and watery. Its beginning to be too much. He's already pulled five orgasms out of you and your mind is filled with a heavy fog.
He shushes you softly, slipping his thumb passed your lips to soothe and stifle you all in the same.
You clench around him and he shivers, cock pulsing inside of your heat, the veins of his length hard and swollen, pressing into your velvet walls.
"Oh–" bucky drops his head between his shoulders to watch the way your pussy lips spread around his hard girth, "fuuuuucking christ, baby."
Your heart flutters at the praise, heat running up the soft of your cheeks.
"More, more," you sob, pressing your hand against the soft of his tummy where his happy trail trickles down to where your bodies meet, "oh my god, keep going."
Your pussy fucking squelches when he sinks to the hilt inside of you. His heavy balls swell against your sensitve and raw folds. Bucky swallows so thickly you can hear it.
Its intoxicating — the cool metal of his hand grounds you back to reality and the heavy palm of his other squeezing and massaging the plush of your asscheek.
You love this part, where you're able to melt away in your mind behind all the stressors of day-to-day life.
Drifting off on a mental raft as Bucky brings his hand down to deliver another hefty blow to your ass.
It doesn't hurt as much as its pleasurable; after all, Bucky's aware of his strength and knows how to exhibit juuuust the right amount of pressure.
He often catches you by surprise once he's sure youre a bit heavy behind the eyes and relaxed into a comfortable headspace before slipping one his fingers between your thighs to stroke your folds gently, teasing his digits to push into your heat.
He lets you know that no matter what, youre still the one in charge – that he lets you control the next move even if done so without words.
Bucky removes his hand, keeping his metal one on your jaw, helping to keep you upright across his lap.
You guide his hand from his thigh to the curve of your ass, whispering 'please' lowly and quiet in a choked mumble.
He moves too slow for you, letting you readjust and prepare, but youre impatient, this much he knows.
You whine under his hand, arching into his hold. "Pleaseeee," you draw the last letter out, wiggling about in his lap.
Bucky hums, pressing a long and soft kiss to the top of your head.
"Okay, okay, I got it, I got it." He pulls the fabric of your panties down your thighs, you shive beneath him, "I know, baby, I know. Just wound up like a wire, huh?"
You nod with wet and pouty eyes, letting yourself drop your head to your forearms to watch his expressions.
He always looks so pretty like this you think, though you've come to realize he doesn't like to be watched in moments like these – moments where he's providing a sense of control for you; taking you apart and piecing you back together again.
He always flushes a pretty pink in his cheeks and nose – like he's not sure he's worth it all.
So you reach back and link your hand with one of his, whispering "s'okay. I trust you."
Bucky gives you a warm and comforting smile in return, stroking his hand over the top of your head.
"Christ, look at that," Bucky moans, spreading the soaked lips of your pussy as he pumps into you, "dont even know how you take all that," he gives you a lofty smirk, spreading his thighs to sink into you at a deeper angle.
You make a face at the way he stretches you, your brows furrowing yet you quickly relax yourself, not wanting him to notice your distress.
But he does, of course.
"Shit, baby, does that hurt?" His eyes grow wide with concern, "Am I hurting you?"
You're quick to shake your head yet the movement brings a sharp wince to your expression.
"Hey, hey, hey," Bucky gingerly relaxes himself on top of you, letting you relax at the warmth of his skin against yours. He holds your face in his hands, stroking the apples of your cheeks with the pads of his thumbs – one cold, one warm.
"I'm okay, I'm okay." You try, not entirely sure who you're trying to convince.
Bucky shushes you softly.
"Let daddy take care of you... okay?" He waits for you to meet his eyes, and when you do, you give a sure but reluctant nod.
Bucky nods back, stroking one hand over the top of your head.
"Whats goin' on in that pretty little head of yours, huh?" His other hand leaves your cheek to reach between your bodies, gently circling your sensitive clit.
You struggle to focus through the pleasure but you muster a panting reply, "Just get stuck up there sometimes."
"Yeah you do," Bucky hums, giving an experimental circle of his hips. You moan almost instantly. "S'that okay, sweetheart? That feel good?"
"Yessss" you whine, arching your back so that your breasts press into his chest, "so good, Bucky."
Bucky pulls you into a rather sloppy kiss, letting you pulse around his girth and slip your tongues against one another. Its messy and all the more exhilarating.
You tighten around him. "Thaaats it. Give it to daddy, baby." He whispers against your forehead as he presses a kiss to your clammy skin.
okay but imagine daddy bucky with a gf who loves spanking… like he can’t punish her cause she will get horny and the punishment basically doesn’t work…
you best believe he'll find another alternative just as quickly as he realizes that you're getting off on spanking as a punishment itself. He catches on very quickly to your enjoyment of the act despite your attempts to conceal your small moans and the way your thighs rub together when his palm comes down to squeeze at the fat of your ass following a burning hit.
Bucky's patient however, and decides to let you enjoy yourself for the time being, placating in your pleasure until he's standing up from the couch, forcing you to stand as he guides you by the forearm to kneel down in front of him.
Like a reflex, you reach for his belt buckle but you're stopped instantly by Bucky grabbing at your wrist with a large hand and a sharp "No." you nearly whimper at that, your eyes wide as you look up at him.
"You're gonna stay right here until daddy decides you've learned your lesson." Bucky's voice is heavy with finality, though he strokes the pad of his thumb on your chin gently as a reminder that he's there to guide you.
you open your mouth to protest and he silences you with a raise of a thick brow. "Don't start. not right now." he pushes your head down so that your gaze is settled on your lap. "Not if you want this to take longer than it needs to."
pent up bucky taking out his frustration on us ? 😓😓😓😓
Hes frustrated with you –doesn't know how many more times he can repeat the same shit to you before it gets through your head.
Bucky doesn't know why he's unusually wound tight at your plight today. He chalks it up to the idea that you really just dont understand —that you dont see the way he's got eyes only for you, the way he watches you when youre just sitting beside him on the couch, or the way he speaks so highly of you in any form of conversation, and the way he watches to make sure nobody else has eyes on the way your jeans cup your curves so beautifully.
So of course he gets frustrated when you get all shy and demure beneath him. Whispering stuttered words of: "do you mean it" and "i dont know what you see."
He's just pissed.
So the only way –he's ultimately decided– is to fuck it into that thick skull of yours. And he does so in such a delicious manner that youre just happy as a clam to be thrown around and to spread open on thsi thick girth of his cock.
Any other time he might find it amusing but he's not in the mood as he grinds your hips into his, holding one if your hands to his chest to stabilize you.
"Oh, fuck," you sob, "i cant, s'too much!" circling your hips into his and throwing your head back as the veiny length of him presses into your heat.
"Dont you fucking move," Bucky hisses from beneath you, moving to press his feet into the plush of the bed, forcing his cock deeper. The way his cock pulses and presses against all the right spots makes your vision blur as you grasp for something, anything.
Bucky takes mercy on you as he holds both of your hands by your wrists in one of his own while the other grabs your waist.
You make a mental note to buy more concealer for the bruises that are sure to manifest if you plan on being in a bikini tomorrow at the party.
You cry put above him, begging him for anything –sobbing and tearing up at the intensity of pleasure.
"How many times do I have to tell you." He drops your wrists rather roughly to pull you by the waist flush against his chest. Bucky wraps both arms around you, pumping his cock into your heat as you moan and sob into his pillow.
"M'cumming." You sob, grasping the cool metal of his arm.
"No youre not." He hisses into the heat of your neck, reaching a hand down to spread the lips of your pussy open. "Not ti'll you tell me what I wanna hear."
Your body responds to him in an instant and you shy in on yourself once more. "Please," is all you say.
Bucky clearly isn't a fan of your plea by the way that he grabs your jaw so quick you nearly jump.
"I've had enough of your bullshit, just fucking tell me what I wanna hear, stop acting all shy n'shit."
His balls press up against your sopping folds and your eyes nearly roll into the back of your head.
"Im yours." You whimper, hoping that'll be enough — you know it wont be. And it isn't when Bucky slips a hand to the nape of your neck, holding you steady so that you cant shy away.
"What the hell did I just tell you," his hand squeezes –not enough but just enough to add a pleasurable amount of pressure– his other hand spreads the fat of your ass cheek open, spreading your cunt open for him.
"M'pretty n'all yours," you force out which earns you a throaty groan from the man beneath you. Bucky presses you flush against him again by the nape of your neck, pumping his cock faster and deeper into your wet heat.
"Thaaaaats it," Bucky growls beneath you, groaning into your ear as he fills you.
Bucky punishing you by making you cockwarm him while he holds a vibrator on your clit😫
His thighs are literally pulsing beneath you. The heat of your cunt pressed up against Bucky's bulge through the soaked flimsy fabric of your panties, skirt bunched up to the crease of your thighs and held there by one of his large hands.
You can tell you're not the only one growing impatient — if his incessant knee bouncing is any clue to you about just how badly he wants to be inside of you too.
But Bucky's nothing if not patient and youre anything except.
"Stop movin' so much," Bucky hisses when you rock yourself against him. Hes been eyeing your pussy this whole time, pulling your panties to the side to groaning at the way the soaked fabric outlines your sopping lips.
"Can't help it," you mewl, bottom lip between between your teeth, "please, Bucky. I've been good." You moan when his thumb circles your clit.
You know hes trying to shut you up. You dont really care.
"Know you have." He hums.
"Buckyyyy," you rock yourself into him again, testing his patience.
"what did I say about the whining?" Bucky gives you a pointed look. Dark brow raised as he unbuckles his pants with one hand, the other still holding your skirt and panties to the side.
You pout rather childishly, annoyance clear in your expression; pouted lips, crossed arms, and eyes turned away from him.
Bucky just chuckles at you.
"I know." He hums, pressing kisses to the curve of your jaw and up to your lips. "But you can be good fr'me."
He pulls at one of your arms, tempting and wringing it loose from its hold across your chest.
"You can be good for daddy, cant you?"
You fold instantly with a nod. Releasing your arms to hold your skirt up for him, sweeping your hand through your slick and spreading the lips of your pussy for him.
Bucky tenses under you, breath hitching through a sharp inhale.
"Jesus fuckin' christ."
"Mmm," you almost whine, catching yourself before whimpering his name.
Bucky pulls his cock from his jeans, eyes still on the spread lips of your warmth.
"I know, baby. I know."
Those first moments when he fills you are always your favorite. When your breath hitches at the way the pink bulbous head of his length catches on your clit and the way the corded veins the run up the girth of him stroke your inner walls.
He keeps you there a moment. Letting you settle at the size of him through deep breaths. Its never unexpected that he waits for you.
What is, however, comes when he holds your hip a little too tight when you rock against him, shivering at the way his girth pulses inside of your heat.
"Noooo," you groan rather impenitent.
"Yeeeessss," Bucky calls back in your same whiny tone.
"I wanna move," you try again but he just shakes his head and you fight every single instinct in this moment to get your way. To make it hard for him. "I wanna feel good." You lower your voice, cowering in on yourself in an attempt to convince him to take mercy on you. To let you have your way.
He doesn't bite.
"I'm sure you do. But daddy wants to see you." He pushes your hair back behind your ears, "wants to see his pretty girl."
Another whine rolls up your throat, quiet but there. Bucky gives you a pointed look and you clear your throat.
"Cut it out."
His eyes drift downwards to your laps, spreading the lips of your pussy with his hand and groaning at the sight of your walls wrapped tightly around his length.
Bucky beings his metal hand to your clit, pressing into your button to provide anything but annoyance to your situation until a jolt runs through your body when the pad of his thumb begins to vibrate against you.
Immediately you seek purchase at Bucky's bicep. Nails digging into the fabric of his top and leaving indentations on his skin.
"O-oh fuck," you choke, leaning into to him.
Bucky drops the hand thats spreading you open for him to hold you beneath your breast. Keeping you somewhat stable as he tortuously begins to circle the vibrating pad of his finger around your clit.
"Dont cum. I can see it in your face."
And you don't know how you're supposed to follow through with that request by the way he's looking up at you with those big pouty eyes and the way his thick thighs are warm under you and the stretch of his cock.
"You're cruel."
Bucky pinches the skin beneath your breast teasingly.
I need to ride daddy Bucky with him being so sweet and condescending :]
"Y'always let older guys come back and fuck you like this?" Bucky preens, eyes dark with lust.
Breathless, you shake your head vehemently. Though you know its an act — all a part of the game the two of you are playing, you still find the need to defend yourself.
"Uh, uh."
"Uh, uh," Bucky smirks, though its phrased as more of a question.
He thrusts up into you, a large hand sweeping up the soft of your chest to cup your tit, "Christ, look at you."
You pant above him, reaching for purchase and grasping onto his biceps for leverage as he pumps into your squelching heat.
The sound is enough to make you flush but the vulgarity of Bucky's pervy persona he's put on has your cunt tightening and tremors bolting through your nerves.
"M'not a slut."
You fight the urge to whine but it simmers in the back of your throat and makes Bucky's cock pulse inside of you.
Bucky makes a face; half pout half unimpressed that you're still on that. Nonetheless, he cups your cheek in a large hand and coos, "No, course not."
You shake your head along with the statement, parting your lips when he slips his thumb into your mouth. Salty digit resting warmly on your tongue.
"Just 'cos you call me over to fuck you when you need it—" he rolls his hips juuuust right through his words, pulling a sharp gasp from you "just how you want it—" his voice breaks into a groan when you squeeze around him.
You're moaning embarrassingly loud, heavy pants of 'uh, uh, uh,' floating in the air to match Bucky's strained groans that send heat straight to your core.
"Jesus," bucky groans, dropping his hands to hold your hips and rocking you against him so that your clit catches on his mound, pulling quick breaths and sharp gasps from your kiss-swollen lips.
"Please," you cry, clammy hands struggling to keep ahold of his tanned skin, "more, more, more," is all you can manage, the chant breathless against your tongue.
Bucky nods along with you, dark bangs sticking to his forehead and veins blushing beneath the skin of his arms.
"Yeah, I hear ya," he says, hips still pumping into yours, "c'mere," Bucky gathers you in his arms and pulls you flush against his chest.
You're pressed so tight to him that your curl your hands beneath you, moaning and breath hitching as Bucky pumps up into you.
"Mmm," you whine, drool seeping passed your lips and eyes falling half way shut at the way his cock grazes your walls.
"Buckyyy, pleasee," you whine, though the words come out far more jumbled and messy than you mean for them.
Bucky presses a long kiss to your temple, readjusting you so that you're able to move your hands again, immediately grabbing at his arms for support.
You're sobbing and trying to keep up with the intensity of it and Bucky starts to feel a little bad at how hard you're holding him and the way your little face is scrunched up.
"I know," bucky coos, slowing his hips just a tad to let you breathe, "y'r bein' such a good girl, takin' what daddy gives you. He's so proud of you." He smoothes your hair out of your face.
You mumble something incoherent.
"Whadd'ya need? Tell me what you want."
"Kiss," you choke, lifting your head lazily, "can I have a kiss?"
And Bucky nearly sobs at the way your voice trembles and is watery with tears.
"Course y'can, sweetheart."
Bucky pulls you up by your armpits, holding your head steady with one hand as he presses a soft kiss to your lips.
Your whimper isn't lost on him and for a moment Bucky begins to wonder if the whole role play thing might've gone too far.
And so he holds you there for a second, pushing himself up to lean against the headboard and pulling you with him, cock still heavy and hot in your heat.
You're panting heavily against him, heartbeat fast against the skin of his chest.
"Y'okay?" He asks softly.
It takes a second for you to realize he's even asked you anything but you nod nonetheless.
"M'okay," you nod again, eyes closed, "just wanna cum."
Bucky huffs at that but rocks your hips against his. The cool metal of his hand makes you sigh, sitting up and wrapping and arm around his shoulder and holding onto his metal arm with the other.
"B– daddy, m'gonna cum," you warn as best you can before your body is wound tight and your cunt spasms around his girth.
You hold on to him and Bucky eases you through it, gently rocking into you and pressing kisses to the side of your head.
"Thats it, just hold onto daddy. There y'go, sweetie."
He's got you propped up on your knees and forearms on the bed, too impatient to pull your panties off so he opts for holding them to the side with his metal hand while he squeezes and strokes the plush skin of your thigh.
His tongue is warm against the sopping lips of your cunt, forcing a chill down your spine, earning a muffled giggle from him.
You're damn near incoherent, dropping your head to the pillow beneath you and reaching a hand between your legs to meet his.
Without even looking, he's dropping his hand from your thigh and weaving your hands together, stroking the pad of his thumb over your knuckles.
The scruff of his beard tickles the insides of your thighs. You mewl under him, attempting to squeeze your legs together at the sensation.
It's futile as he lifts his head from your cunt, pressing a soft kiss to the folds of your pussy before placing gentle kisses to the plush cheek of your ass.
"Please," you whine, kicking your legs up a bit.
You can feel him smile against your skin.
"Hey, be nice," he cuts you off, pulling your panties down your hips to rest around your knees. He untangles his hand from yours and leans back on the bed, rubbing his thumb in circles over your clit, "See, Daddy's bein' nice n'sweet."
Warnings: NSFW 18+ | minors DNI | dom!Bucky & sub!reader | Reader is finding out she's a submissive | mentions of stress | some pet names | use of the word 'daddy' once | cunnilingus
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Springtime brings about fresh starts. Buzzing bees and lavender and rose that dances about the wind. Baby birds and bunnies. And all of that and more wrapped in a bow of new beginnings.
And with the promise of all things new and rebirthed came a change in you and your best friend's friendship.
You can't pinpoint the exact time when something shifted between you and Bucky, your best friend of six years.
It seemed as though it happened overnight that you began to notice just how good he looked in those tight compression gym shirts and his henleys he wore on off days. Or the way his muscles buldged and the size of his hands in comparison to your own. His thighs and how they made your mouth water at the thought of sitting on one of them or both. And just how deeply and attractive his voice was.
But whatever spring aphrodisiac was dancing throughout the pollen in the warm air was beginning to piss you off.
It was driving you insane.
Involuntary shivers and swooning eyes or your mouth going dry at something he says so nonchalantly paired with that oh-so-laidback demeanor of his.
He's driving you fucking crazy and you're not sure how much more you can take.
For the most part, you've been able to push your carnality to the side and remain reserved in your behavior but it's becoming increasingly difficult to do so as Bucky's domineering nature only worsens with his comfortability it seems.
the worst part of all is that you're pretty sure he knows you've got a crush on him. He's always been too observant for his own good.
You admit, there's moments that stick out to you in your mind.
Like the time the two of you had come back from a mission, battered and disheveled on the quinjet.
Bucky had kept his metal hand at the dip of your back, helping you to stay upright and encourage you to make those last few steps as you made your way up the ramp.
"Y'got it?" He'd asked you as you took your seat, struggling somewhat to get yourself strapped in.
Too tired to really speak, you had offered him a gentle nod only to grimace as the ship rocked upon take off, jolting your bruised ribs.
Bucky had left towards the cockpit, allowing you to relax for a few moments.
You'd let yourself rest against the seat, eyes fluttering closed as the ship settled smoothly in the air.
It'd only been about 15 minutes before you could hear Bucky's heavy boots against the floor as he made his way back towards you.
Feeling his eyes on you, you'd opened yours to meet his furrowed brows.
"Where were you?" Your voice came out rough and broken.
"Was checkin' on the guys upfront. Just makin' sure everyone's okay." He said, hand on his hip as he looked you over.
You nodded tiredly with a hoarse hum, eyes almost falling shut again before you felt a hand cup your jaw softly.
Bucky's thumb stroked the skin of your chin softly as you met his eyes with a tired pout.
"And how 'bout you, sweetheart. You doin' okay?"
You could've cried right there.
And of course, there was the time he butted in on your designated me time while you were watching TV at the tower.
You could hear him as he walked into the communal kitchen and rummaged around in the fridge before making his way into the spacious den and sitting down right beside you with a cheese stick and a handful of carrots in one hand.
"Whatcha watchin'?"
"Succession," you said rather buntly.
You werent exactly pleased with someone invading your space during the small amount of free time you got to yourself, especially when that someone had been making your every waking moment an anxious pit of hell for the past month or so.
Bucky chuckled from beside you, taking a bit of his cheese stick.
"Someone's grumpy," He sneers at you mockingly before leaning back against the cushions and throwing his arm back to rest behind you atop the couch.
You give a small huff, ignoring that comment for the most part as you focused your attention back to the screen.
A few moments of quiet passed before you found yourself getting mildly uncomfortable in your position on the couch. Your legs had been tucked under you for too long, and they were beginning to grow numb.
That, and you were much too tense all thanks to Bucky's presence.
"Can hear you thinking from here," Buckt comments, biting into a baby carrot.
You fight the urge to drop your head back against the couch, reminding yourself that his arm was very much still there, and the last thing you wanted to do was embarrass yourself by being clumsy.
You were way too on edge.
Bucky was becoming a serious fucking problem.
"M'not comfortable." is all you say as you cautiously move your legs out from under you to stretch.
You're still trying to stretch out the pins and needles as you debate on where you'll rest your legs for the majority of the episode until you're able to leave the room without it being too awkward.
Testing different places in the small area of your spot on the couch to get comfortable, Bucky makes the decision for you and pulls your legs up into his lap.
"I've gotcha, girly."
And it registers to you then. While your legs are thrown over his thick thighs and the cool tips of his metal fingers trace up and down the lengths of your calves, big blue eyes focused on the screen on front of the two of you, that Bucky might like you back too.
And Bucky -Bucky was fucking tired.
Tired of the whole nonchalant bullshit front that he knew you were putting on.
he was seriously fucking tired of it.
You hadn't realized you were staring at him until he turned away from the TV. Pouty baby blue eyes focused on you in a smug look.
"Everything alright over there?"
Having half a mind to pick your jaw up off the floor, you nod through a quiet and shaky breath.
"Yeah?" Bucky brings his hand up from your leg to cup your chin with his thumb and forefinger, "That pretty head go a little quiet just now?"
It's completely audacious and all the more exhilirating when he merely dropped his hand from your jaw and gestured towards the TV screen.
"Finish your show."
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The days that followed were no better.
One of the days when you were out in the field, Bucky hadn't said so much as a word to you during prep for the mission.
You just shrugged it off as him being preoccupied or not wanting to stress you out before heading out.
But while waiting in the quinjet as you made your way to the drop point, Bucky had passed by you on the way to the cockpit and mumbled softly:
"Hey, kid."
He didn't say a word to you the rest of the day.
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So it only makes sense that you're upset with him.
That he's playing hot and cold with you.
And so you decide two can play at that game.
So you start dishing it back. With soft and gentle hello's to short and reserved replies.
It doesn't last long, however, which you should've guessed so.
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"Have I been neglecting you?"
Bucky's voice is deep and soft from behind you on the couch. A hand comes down to hold the curve of your jaw.
You're rendered immobile.
Your legs, pulled to your chest, begin to tremble.
"That's what this whole thing has been about, right? The whole reason you've been givin' me attitude."
You can hear the fucking smirk in his voice and a simmering heat rises in your belly. In irritation at him and yourself, that he's reduced you to his mercy so easily.
You move to push him off, and he shushes you, placing his hand back onto the curve of your jaw.
You rest your hand on his forearm. His veins pulse beneath his hot skin.
"Don't push me away." Bucky places a metal palm to your forehead, guiding you to tilt your head back against the tops of the cushions, wide pupils meeting his baby blues.
"Hey there, pretty."
You flush instantly, eyes widening as he strokes the pad of his thumb over the soft skin of your jaw and chin.
"I–"
You can't find the words. Your train of thought is gone as soon as you open your mouth to recount his teasing.
You mentally plead with yourself to do something, anything, to stop the involuntary heat rising to your cheeks and the inescapable shiver in your voice.
"Not so tough, huh." Bucky preens, "just need someone to make that pretty head of yours so quiet for a bit."
In a last-ditch effort, you're pushing yourself up from the couch and heading to your room without so much as a look back.
You don't see Bucky for about a week after that.
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8:00 pm on Sunday nights are for resets of the week and are solely dedicated to respectable hours of designated selfcare.
Which is why you were tucked away in your candle-lit bedroom, playing songs from your favorite playlist and rubbing vanilla lotion into your skin.
The day had been almost perfect. You'd completed all reports that required finalizing and even got ahead of some papers that needed drafting and filing for the upcoming week.
And then, you were able to get to the gym, try a new dish you'd circled in your cookbook, and finished the day with a much needed and refreshing yoga and shower sesh.
So it only made sense that because all your metaphorical stars were aligned that some asshole was going to ruin that.
That asshole was Bucky.
You could hear his heavy boots from all the way down the damn hallway as he spoke with Sam.
Rolling your eyes, you increased the volume on your TV just enough to drown out the noise without drawing too much attention.
You hunkered down and prayed he'd just keep walking past your door.
But this day had been too damn good to you, and things had gone on in your favor for far too long for you to finish the night off without any interference.
So fucking of course Bucky knocked on your door before walking right in without even waiting for a response.
Shutting the door behind him, he leaned back against the wood.
"What if I was jacking off."
Bucky raised his brows and hands mockingly, "Oh no, not that."
You rolled your eyes, adjusting your necklace, "The hell do you want?"
Bucky made his way across your bedroom, taking a seat on your comforter beside you.
"Just wanted to see what's up with you," he picked at a callouse on the palm of his hand, "haven't seen ya' around, kid."
You did little to hold back your rather blase reaction, dropping your brows boredly to return back to massaging lotion into the soft of your thighs.
"You're not exactly pleasant to be around." You say beneath your breath. You know he heard you.
"D'awhhh," Bucky sneers. "How come you always clam up whenever I talk about fucking?"
Bucky seems to notice your rather delayed reaction as he places a large hand onto the small of your thigh, massaging the pad of his thumb against your soft skin.
"Y'with me?" He coos, ducking his head some to meet your eyes.
Your mind seems to turn back on and tune back in, and you offer him a reassuring nod.
"That pretty head of yours still loading?"
You give a rather tight-lipped smile, "Well, I think I better start getting ready for be–"
"Has daddy been bein' mean to you?" He practially purrs the epithet, and suddenly that feeling is back.
And it simmers in a shivered heat in your cunt and your mouth feels dry and your eyes water and your brain turns to mush because you most definitely weren't expecting that.
with wide eyes, you meet his blown baby blues. His thick brows rise in amusement.
"Oh -" Bucky's voice deepens, and his eyes narrow, "You liked that, didn't you." He pulls his bottom lip between his teeth, moving closer to your spot on the bed.
You're completely frozen.
Bucky looks like a wolf, dark hair and brows shadowing his light eyes. You feel as though he's literally hunting you.
You're too lost in your mind to realize he's begun to run a hand up the inside of your thigh.
blinkling blankly, you cower in on yourself, making yourself appear smaller.
wounded creature seeking comfort in its devourer.
"S'okay, baby," Bucky's thumb strokes the soft of your chin, holding your gaze on him, "Y'can tell me." Bucky's voice tapers into a soft whisper as his lips meet yours in a swift and soft kiss.
"Buck -" you try, threading your fingers through his hair, seeking purchase in anything, for something, seeking control over what's happening.
"Shh," Bucky meets your lips in another kiss, running his tongue over your plush lips.
you moan into his mouth, and he whimpers back, pulling you by your hips into his lap as he sits on the edge of your bed.
Your hips rock into one another, and you're woven undone in his hold, rupturing at his touch and whispering his name against your lips like a poiosned prayer.
There's something unrbideled and untammed simmering beneath the heated surface of your skin. It follows his touch along your body as if he owns some piece of you.
As if he's returning to a part of you.
you're shaking, trembling and grasping onto him.
He wills you still, tucking you beneath his chin and stroking his hand down the trembling soft of your spine.
"Why're you shakin', sweetheart?" He asks, pulling back to meet your eyes, "S'just me, s'just Bucky."
It's so hard to relinquish control – to submit fully and trust in his hand.
He soothes his hand over your back again, drawing lines from the dip of your spine to the nape of your neck.
You inhale shakily.
"Okay," his voice is light and airy, soothing, "so we're not ready to talk yet. That's okay."
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Bucky's tongue laps against the soft of your cunt, your lips spread open by his pointer and index. His plush lips press deliciously against your pussy.
You give a choked sob, keeping your hands at the backs of your thighs, holding yourself open for him.
Bucky, without missing a beat, pulls your hands from your thighs and drags one to the top of his hair, letting you weave your fingers into his dark locks while he takes hold of your other.
"Buck–" you press him further against your sopping cunt.
"I know, I gotcha."" He mumbles into your heat.
His beard tickles the insides of your thighs and adds a devilishly taunting intensity to your already heightened pleasure.
You imagine his cock as Bucky slips a finger past your folds, curling it to stroke the spongey patch of your cunt.
The stretch of him, thick weight of his girth stretching your sensitive gummy walls, the heat and taste of him.
"Y'with me, pretty girl?"
Bucky's voice pulls you from your thoughts, and you drop your eyes to meet his own.
He's smirking at you from between your thighs, pumping a finger into your heat.
You nod through a whimper. Eyes threatening to close at the humilation of it.
At the thought and all-consuming realization that he's watching you.
After this, the two of you will never be the same.
Bucky pulls himself up to his knees and leans over you, planting a hand beside your head on your pillow. His finger still pumping against your walls as he adds a second.
You're flushed beneath him. Heat rises to your cheeks at the proximity.
"Hi," you whisper, wrapping your hand around the wrist beside your head.
"Hi, baby," Bucky coos with a soft smile before meeting you in a kiss.
It's short and sweet and somehow everything you need as your cunt begins to pulse around his digits.
"Yr'gettin' close, huh." Bucky pulls away to rest his forehead against yours, "can feel ya tightenin' up on me," he chuckles, earning a soft giggle from you.
When you cum, your jaw falls open in an 'o' and the metal plates of Bucky's wrist shift beneath your squeezing palm.
"Thereee she is," Bucky soothes you over, "Deep breath. That was a big one, huh."
Your mind bursts with pleasure, and your body shivers in his hold.
Warnings: NSFW 18+ | minors DNI | dom!Bucky & sub!reader | Reader is finding out she's a submissive | mentions of stress | some pet names | use of the word 'daddy' once | cunnilingus
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Springtime brings about fresh starts. Buzzing bees and lavender and rose that dances about the wind. Baby birds and bunnies. And all of that and more wrapped in a bow of new beginnings.
And with the promise of all things new and rebirthed came a change in you and your best friend's friendship.
You can't pinpoint the exact time when something shifted between you and Bucky, your best friend of six years.
It seemed as though it happened overnight that you began to notice just how good he looked in those tight compression gym shirts and his henleys he wore on off days. Or the way his muscles buldged and the size of his hands in comparison to your own. His thighs and how they made your mouth water at the thought of sitting on one of them or both. And just how deeply and attractive his voice was.
But whatever spring aphrodisiac was dancing throughout the pollen in the warm air was beginning to piss you off.
It was driving you insane.
Involuntary shivers and swooning eyes or your mouth going dry at something he says so nonchalantly paired with that oh-so-laidback demeanor of his.
He's driving you fucking crazy and you're not sure how much more you can take.
For the most part, you've been able to push your carnality to the side and remain reserved in your behavior but it's becoming increasingly difficult to do so as Bucky's domineering nature only worsens with his comfortability it seems.
the worst part of all is that you're pretty sure he knows you've got a crush on him. He's always been too observant for his own good.
You admit, there's moments that stick out to you in your mind.
Like the time the two of you had come back from a mission, battered and disheveled on the quinjet.
Bucky had kept his metal hand at the dip of your back, helping you to stay upright and encourage you to make those last few steps as you made your way up the ramp.
"Y'got it?" He'd asked you as you took your seat, struggling somewhat to get yourself strapped in.
Too tired to really speak, you had offered him a gentle nod only to grimace as the ship rocked upon take off, jolting your bruised ribs.
Bucky had left towards the cockpit, allowing you to relax for a few moments.
You'd let yourself rest against the seat, eyes fluttering closed as the ship settled smoothly in the air.
It'd only been about 15 minutes before you could hear Bucky's heavy boots against the floor as he made his way back towards you.
Feeling his eyes on you, you'd opened yours to meet his furrowed brows.
"Where were you?" Your voice came out rough and broken.
"Was checkin' on the guys upfront. Just makin' sure everyone's okay." He said, hand on his hip as he looked you over.
You nodded tiredly with a hoarse hum, eyes almost falling shut again before you felt a hand cup your jaw softly.
Bucky's thumb stroked the skin of your chin softly as you met his eyes with a tired pout.
"And how 'bout you, sweetheart. You doin' okay?"
You could've cried right there.
And of course, there was the time he butted in on your designated me time while you were watching TV at the tower.
You could hear him as he walked into the communal kitchen and rummaged around in the fridge before making his way into the spacious den and sitting down right beside you with a cheese stick and a handful of carrots in one hand.
"Whatcha watchin'?"
"Succession," you said rather buntly.
You werent exactly pleased with someone invading your space during the small amount of free time you got to yourself, especially when that someone had been making your every waking moment an anxious pit of hell for the past month or so.
Bucky chuckled from beside you, taking a bit of his cheese stick.
"Someone's grumpy," He sneers at you mockingly before leaning back against the cushions and throwing his arm back to rest behind you atop the couch.
You give a small huff, ignoring that comment for the most part as you focused your attention back to the screen.
A few moments of quiet passed before you found yourself getting mildly uncomfortable in your position on the couch. Your legs had been tucked under you for too long, and they were beginning to grow numb.
That, and you were much too tense all thanks to Bucky's presence.
"Can hear you thinking from here," Buckt comments, biting into a baby carrot.
You fight the urge to drop your head back against the couch, reminding yourself that his arm was very much still there, and the last thing you wanted to do was embarrass yourself by being clumsy.
You were way too on edge.
Bucky was becoming a serious fucking problem.
"M'not comfortable." is all you say as you cautiously move your legs out from under you to stretch.
You're still trying to stretch out the pins and needles as you debate on where you'll rest your legs for the majority of the episode until you're able to leave the room without it being too awkward.
Testing different places in the small area of your spot on the couch to get comfortable, Bucky makes the decision for you and pulls your legs up into his lap.
"I've gotcha, girly."
And it registers to you then. While your legs are thrown over his thick thighs and the cool tips of his metal fingers trace up and down the lengths of your calves, big blue eyes focused on the screen on front of the two of you, that Bucky might like you back too.
And Bucky -Bucky was fucking tired.
Tired of the whole nonchalant bullshit front that he knew you were putting on.
he was seriously fucking tired of it.
You hadn't realized you were staring at him until he turned away from the TV. Pouty baby blue eyes focused on you in a smug look.
"Everything alright over there?"
Having half a mind to pick your jaw up off the floor, you nod through a quiet and shaky breath.
"Yeah?" Bucky brings his hand up from your leg to cup your chin with his thumb and forefinger, "That pretty head go a little quiet just now?"
It's completely audacious and all the more exhilirating when he merely dropped his hand from your jaw and gestured towards the TV screen.
"Finish your show."
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The days that followed were no better.
One of the days when you were out in the field, Bucky hadn't said so much as a word to you during prep for the mission.
You just shrugged it off as him being preoccupied or not wanting to stress you out before heading out.
But while waiting in the quinjet as you made your way to the drop point, Bucky had passed by you on the way to the cockpit and mumbled softly:
"Hey, kid."
He didn't say a word to you the rest of the day.
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So it only makes sense that you're upset with him.
That he's playing hot and cold with you.
And so you decide two can play at that game.
So you start dishing it back. With soft and gentle hello's to short and reserved replies.
It doesn't last long, however, which you should've guessed so.
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"Have I been neglecting you?"
Bucky's voice is deep and soft from behind you on the couch. A hand comes down to hold the curve of your jaw.
You're rendered immobile.
Your legs, pulled to your chest, begin to tremble.
"That's what this whole thing has been about, right? The whole reason you've been givin' me attitude."
You can hear the fucking smirk in his voice and a simmering heat rises in your belly. In irritation at him and yourself, that he's reduced you to his mercy so easily.
You move to push him off, and he shushes you, placing his hand back onto the curve of your jaw.
You rest your hand on his forearm. His veins pulse beneath his hot skin.
"Don't push me away." Bucky places a metal palm to your forehead, guiding you to tilt your head back against the tops of the cushions, wide pupils meeting his baby blues.
"Hey there, pretty."
You flush instantly, eyes widening as he strokes the pad of his thumb over the soft skin of your jaw and chin.
"I–"
You can't find the words. Your train of thought is gone as soon as you open your mouth to recount his teasing.
You mentally plead with yourself to do something, anything, to stop the involuntary heat rising to your cheeks and the inescapable shiver in your voice.
"Not so tough, huh." Bucky preens, "just need someone to make that pretty head of yours so quiet for a bit."
In a last-ditch effort, you're pushing yourself up from the couch and heading to your room without so much as a look back.
You don't see Bucky for about a week after that.
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8:00 pm on Sunday nights are for resets of the week and are solely dedicated to respectable hours of designated selfcare.
Which is why you were tucked away in your candle-lit bedroom, playing songs from your favorite playlist and rubbing vanilla lotion into your skin.
The day had been almost perfect. You'd completed all reports that required finalizing and even got ahead of some papers that needed drafting and filing for the upcoming week.
And then, you were able to get to the gym, try a new dish you'd circled in your cookbook, and finished the day with a much needed and refreshing yoga and shower sesh.
So it only made sense that because all your metaphorical stars were aligned that some asshole was going to ruin that.
That asshole was Bucky.
You could hear his heavy boots from all the way down the damn hallway as he spoke with Sam.
Rolling your eyes, you increased the volume on your TV just enough to drown out the noise without drawing too much attention.
You hunkered down and prayed he'd just keep walking past your door.
But this day had been too damn good to you, and things had gone on in your favor for far too long for you to finish the night off without any interference.
So fucking of course Bucky knocked on your door before walking right in without even waiting for a response.
Shutting the door behind him, he leaned back against the wood.
"What if I was jacking off."
Bucky raised his brows and hands mockingly, "Oh no, not that."
You rolled your eyes, adjusting your necklace, "The hell do you want?"
Bucky made his way across your bedroom, taking a seat on your comforter beside you.
"Just wanted to see what's up with you," he picked at a callouse on the palm of his hand, "haven't seen ya' around, kid."
You did little to hold back your rather blase reaction, dropping your brows boredly to return back to massaging lotion into the soft of your thighs.
"You're not exactly pleasant to be around." You say beneath your breath. You know he heard you.
"D'awhhh," Bucky sneers. "How come you always clam up whenever I talk about fucking?"
Bucky seems to notice your rather delayed reaction as he places a large hand onto the small of your thigh, massaging the pad of his thumb against your soft skin.
"Y'with me?" He coos, ducking his head some to meet your eyes.
Your mind seems to turn back on and tune back in, and you offer him a reassuring nod.
"That pretty head of yours still loading?"
You give a rather tight-lipped smile, "Well, I think I better start getting ready for be–"
"Has daddy been bein' mean to you?" He practially purrs the epithet, and suddenly that feeling is back.
And it simmers in a shivered heat in your cunt and your mouth feels dry and your eyes water and your brain turns to mush because you most definitely weren't expecting that.
with wide eyes, you meet his blown baby blues. His thick brows rise in amusement.
"Oh -" Bucky's voice deepens, and his eyes narrow, "You liked that, didn't you." He pulls his bottom lip between his teeth, moving closer to your spot on the bed.
You're completely frozen.
Bucky looks like a wolf, dark hair and brows shadowing his light eyes. You feel as though he's literally hunting you.
You're too lost in your mind to realize he's begun to run a hand up the inside of your thigh.
blinkling blankly, you cower in on yourself, making yourself appear smaller.
wounded creature seeking comfort in its devourer.
"S'okay, baby," Bucky's thumb strokes the soft of your chin, holding your gaze on him, "Y'can tell me." Bucky's voice tapers into a soft whisper as his lips meet yours in a swift and soft kiss.
"Buck -" you try, threading your fingers through his hair, seeking purchase in anything, for something, seeking control over what's happening.
"Shh," Bucky meets your lips in another kiss, running his tongue over your plush lips.
you moan into his mouth, and he whimpers back, pulling you by your hips into his lap as he sits on the edge of your bed.
Your hips rock into one another, and you're woven undone in his hold, rupturing at his touch and whispering his name against your lips like a poiosned prayer.
There's something unrbideled and untammed simmering beneath the heated surface of your skin. It follows his touch along your body as if he owns some piece of you.
As if he's returning to a part of you.
you're shaking, trembling and grasping onto him.
He wills you still, tucking you beneath his chin and stroking his hand down the trembling soft of your spine.
"Why're you shakin', sweetheart?" He asks, pulling back to meet your eyes, "S'just me, s'just Bucky."
It's so hard to relinquish control – to submit fully and trust in his hand.
He soothes his hand over your back again, drawing lines from the dip of your spine to the nape of your neck.
You inhale shakily.
"Okay," his voice is light and airy, soothing, "so we're not ready to talk yet. That's okay."
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Bucky's tongue laps against the soft of your cunt, your lips spread open by his pointer and index. His plush lips press deliciously against your pussy.
You give a choked sob, keeping your hands at the backs of your thighs, holding yourself open for him.
Bucky, without missing a beat, pulls your hands from your thighs and drags one to the top of his hair, letting you weave your fingers into his dark locks while he takes hold of your other.
"Buck–" you press him further against your sopping cunt.
"I know, I gotcha."" He mumbles into your heat.
His beard tickles the insides of your thighs and adds a devilishly taunting intensity to your already heightened pleasure.
You imagine his cock as Bucky slips a finger past your folds, curling it to stroke the spongey patch of your cunt.
The stretch of him, thick weight of his girth stretching your sensitive gummy walls, the heat and taste of him.
"Y'with me, pretty girl?"
Bucky's voice pulls you from your thoughts, and you drop your eyes to meet his own.
He's smirking at you from between your thighs, pumping a finger into your heat.
You nod through a whimper. Eyes threatening to close at the humilation of it.
At the thought and all-consuming realization that he's watching you.
After this, the two of you will never be the same.
Bucky pulls himself up to his knees and leans over you, planting a hand beside your head on your pillow. His finger still pumping against your walls as he adds a second.
You're flushed beneath him. Heat rises to your cheeks at the proximity.
"Hi," you whisper, wrapping your hand around the wrist beside your head.
"Hi, baby," Bucky coos with a soft smile before meeting you in a kiss.
It's short and sweet and somehow everything you need as your cunt begins to pulse around his digits.
"Yr'gettin' close, huh." Bucky pulls away to rest his forehead against yours, "can feel ya tightenin' up on me," he chuckles, earning a soft giggle from you.
When you cum, your jaw falls open in an 'o' and the metal plates of Bucky's wrist shift beneath your squeezing palm.
"Thereee she is," Bucky soothes you over, "Deep breath. That was a big one, huh."
Your mind bursts with pleasure, and your body shivers in his hold.
Warnings: domestic fluff | comfort | reader had a bad day | smut | flirting | some anal kissing | cussing | NSFW, minors DNI
⊹₊˚ꕤ˚₊⊹ Been sooooo busy with school so here's a little something for you beauties. Hopefully I'll be able to finish one of my Swann Arlaud drafts too. Kisses xoxo
You'd like to think that bad days happen as a frequent collapse of karma you'd earned up over each month or so. Coined as 'The Fuckening' by both Bucky and yourself.
on most annual karmic days of the month, you usually run into small issues throughout the day. you miss a light on your way to work, maybe burn your lip on coffee, or accidently wear two different socks.
However, today was abnormally awful with seemingly no end to your karmic backlog of bullshit built up.
It started with you tripping over one of Bucky's high tops while getting ready, then you missed a light on your way to work, ultimately resulting in you being late, and then you'd stumbled over your words during a work presentation, got nauseous during lunch because you'd forgotten your packed lunch at home without enough time to leave the office, and then almost got hit by someone merging into your lane on your way back home.
upon pulling into the driveway of your apartment complex, you breathed a sigh of relief at the sight of Bucky's red Ford F-150 parked amongst a sea of other vehicles. And while you're more than relieved to know you wont be having to wait for him to get home to detail the horrific events of your day, it also means that his giant ass truck took up the very last spot meaning that you're stuck in the teeny tiny garage you can almost never get out of.
Once parked, you immediately hit your head on the top of your car as you step out, falling back into your seat with a groan before grabbing your purse and making your way towards your apartment.
Light from the kitchen settles through the flowery curtains you'd picked out when the two of you first moved in. The amber light illuminating the pastel flowers and nimble green threaded vines.
The smell of lasagna pasta couldn't be more inviting as you made your way into the warmth of your home, slipping off your heels with one hand as the other struggled to shut the front door.
Busy with your shoes, you hadn't noticed Bucky making his way towards you until a warm hand pressed over your own, helping to push the door back.
Letting out a hitched squeal, you jumped slightly before bringing a hand to rest over your racing heart.
"Woah," Bucky stood still at your side as not to spook you further, slowly pulling both hands into the air shoulder width apart.
You turn your head up to look at him as you pull your other heel off.
He's sporting his red Henley that you love so dearly and he's ran his metal hand through his hair recently.
His eyes are wide and dark brows furrowed as he watches you lazily drop both heels onto the wooden floor.
"Hi."
"Hi...?" Bucky drops his hands down to his side, looking you up and down as you made your way through the entryway and into the kitchen, "Y'okay?"
Not having the energy to relax completely at the moment, you offer a weak hum. you're far too exhausted and honestly too pissed off from the events of the day to particularly get into why you've been more on edge as of late.
Bucky follows you into the kitchen but before you're able to make it any further you decide you should go put on your pajamas.
Turning around to head upstairs, you collide face first with his metal arm, and the both of you let out a sharp gasp.
Bucky's hands are instantly on you, cupping your cheeks and turning your head side to side as he looks you over as you nurse the tender spot of your temple.
"Jesus..." Bucky says under his breath, massaging the cool pad of his metal thumb in circles over the small bump, "Sorry, sweetheart," he chuckles lightly, "Didn't realize y'were turning around."
You don't say anything in response, closing your eyes to try and stop the onslaught of tears and wrecked emotions from the wretched events of the day.
irked by your silence, Bucky soothes his hand over your chin softly, "Hey," he coos, and you meet his eyes, "Y'okay?"
Something about the gentleness of Bucky's voice paired with the soft soothing motions of his hold on you sends you over the edge and before you're able to stop yourself, hot tears are running down your cheeks and strewing your thick lashes together.
You're too tired to speak, too exhausted to explain so you opt to snuggle yourself into his chest, muffling your sobs in the thick fabric of his Henley.
Bucky holds you there, running his hand up and down the fabric of your work clothes, keeping your head tucked to his chest with his metal hand.
After a moment, you start to feel overwhelmed by everything; the fabric of your work clothes is suddenly itchy against your skin and your feet hurt from your heels and your hair feels like its pulling on the nerves of your skull.
Pulling at the hem of your shirt and fidgeting in Bucky's hold, he seems to catch on quickly.
"Shhh, shhh," Bucky presses a kiss to the side of your head, pulling back to lean against the wall as he helps you pull your top off and unbutton your bottoms, "I gotcha'."
Left in your panties and socks, still wrapped in Bucky's thick arms, you mentally thank Bucky for shutting the blinds and curtains to the balcony before you got home.
Holding you there for another moment, he runs his hand up and down your back again before leaning down some to cup your cheeks in his hands again.
"Wanna go put on your pj's and I can get your dinner ready?"
you nod and he whispers a soft "M'kay," pressing a firm kiss to your hairline.
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After changing into your pajamas, that being one of Bucky's navy tops that hangs down to your knees with a pair of striped pajamas shorts, you made your way back downstairs to the kitchen.
Bucky meets you as you enter the kitchen, pressing a kiss to the top of your head and handing you your bowl of lasagna pasta. His right hand scratches at your lower back gently.
"Thankyou," you lean your head against his chest and he hums into your hair.
"Wanna tell me about your day?" He asks, leaning on his metal hand on the kitchen table, keeping his right hand on your lower back.
Swallowing a forkful of your pasta, you give a soft nod.
Bucky nods, "M'gonna go change," he makes his way past you towards the stairs.
With a soft sigh, you make your way into your living room to sit down on your tawny-colored couch.
You scroll through your phone, taking small bites of your pasta as you listen to Bucky rustle around in your shared bedroom.
When Bucky comes downstairs again, he makes his way into the kitchen and you can hear the clinking of Bucky's metal hand against the pot of lasagna pasta as he serves himself a bowl before he comes into the living room, taking a seat beside you on the couch.
He drops his hand to your thigh, gently massaging and squeezing the plush of your skin.
You pull your legs up onto the couch as Bucky turns the TV on, sifting through the streaming services before settling on one of your favorite tv shows.
As the two of you eat, he occasionally runs his hand over some part of your skin or presses a kiss to the side of your head. The softness of his actions settles you into a relaxed headspace as he takes your mind off the stress of the day.
Once the episode finishes, Bucky takes your bowl and places both yours and his own onto the table.
He pulls you into his lap by your arm, helping you settle both thighs over his own and placing your hands onto his broad shoulders.
"Tell me what happened," he speaks softly.
You're compelled to tell the frustrating events of your day as he soothes it out of you with gentle words and soft touches; everything about him far more kinder than whatever heavy cloud was that had been weighing over you.
Taking a shaky inhale as you steady yourself to relive the horribly bad day you'd had, Bucky's quick to shush you softly, whispering "S' okay," as you pull at the hem of his navy blue T-shirt.
"So... first it started with me tripping over one of your shoes while I was trying to get ready and then that made me late to work because I missed a light and then I was flustered from that for the rest of the day and realized I wasn't well-prepared enough for my work presentation. Then, I stumbled over my words during the presentation Infront of my boss and that made me even more flustered and after that I got nauseous because I realized that when I'd gone downstairs while getting ready and tripped over your shoe, I'd originally been downstairs to get my lunch but I forgot and then forgot to pack my lunch and that made me have a horrible headache throughout the rest of the day. And finally, when I was driving home, someone almost hit me while merging onto the highway."
You realize you're still playing with the hem of Bucky's shirt, having not looked up at him once during your rant.
Your eyes tilt upwards to meet his.
"So yeah, today was not fun."
"Doesn't sound fun." Bucky sighs, soothing his hand down the side of your thigh, "Sorry about my shoe by the way."
You nod, bringing your eyes down to his lap again.
"Just wanna forget about t'day. It sucked really bad."
"I can see that," Bucky chuckles lightly, earning a weak giggle form you. "Need some help forgetting about your bad day?" Bucky gives you a soft pout.
"Please?"
He hums and moves to stand up, helping you off his lap as he grabs both of your bowls of the table, "Go upstairs while I clean up."
⊹₊ ˚‧︵‿₊୨୧₊‿︵‧ ˚ ₊⊹
On your bed, you scroll through your phone as you listen to Bucky move about downstairs. Texting your friends and googling random things that come across your feed.
You're in the middle of looking at images of colorful sea slugs when Bucky makes his way into your bedroom.
Instantly, you're placing your phone onto the nightstand and sitting up onto your knees to meet him in a soft kiss at the foot of the bed. Towering over you, he keeps his hand on your neck, gently holding you still as he presses soft kisses to the corner of your mouth and down your jaw before placing a final one to the top of your head.
He can tell you're already antsy by the way you're eager to follow his lead, worked up from the day paired with the commanding tone of his voice as he maneuvers you to your hands and knees.
Bucky gently caresses the plush of your ass through the fabric of his top you're wearing, squeezing and smoothing over your skin.
You're impatient under him, whining when he slips his fingers down to run the pad of his cool thumb over the soaked fabric of your panties.
Bucky ignores you, continuing to gently press and circle your clit beneath the fabric, holding his right hand to your hip, keeping you steady.
He takes a seat beside you on the bed, not halting his movements as he switches between hands. He presses his metal hand to the dip of your back, forcing you to rest on your forearms, keeping your ass in the air.
"Good girl," He says warmly, pulling your panties to the side of your cunt before slipping his cool thumb past your soaked folds.
The cool intrusion forces a shiver up your spine and whimper softly into the skin of your forearm.
You readjust yourself on your knees and Bucky lets you, slowing his touch as you sway slightly before settling again.
Bucky continues to gently stroke his thumb over your clit as he pumps his finger into your cunt sweetly, lude noises echoing about your bedroom as your juices soak the metal of his wrist.
"Jesus," Bucky comments and you reach a hand between your thighs to hold at his forearm, pushing his fingers deeper into your heat with a broken whine, "I know, I know."
You almost jump when the scratchy hairs of his beard tickle the soft insides of your thighs, pulling a choked gasp from your wet lips.
His tongue is hot against your folds, licking hot and thick stripes up your cunt. He curls his tongue past your folds, sucking at your heat.
Bucky's metal hand holds you at your thigh, keeping you still as you try to push yourself back into him.
Reaching your hand between your thighs again, you slip your hand around his metal forefinger wrapped around your thigh, to which he drops his hand from your skin to weave your hot fingers with his cool ones.
"Buck...haaa," you coo, dropping your forehead to the hot skin of your forearm, "Feels good," you manage, nearly drooling onto the sheets below you.
Bucky hums into your cunt, nodding his head and bumping his nose against your folds, pulling another sob from your lips, "Mhm."
You blame your quick rise to your peak on the stress of the day as you untangle your hand from his and push him away by his forehead, panting as he takes ahold of your wrist, circling your pulse point.
"Y'okay?" his brows furrow and you fight the urge to teasingly trace the crevices of his face that they make.
You nod against your arm, eyes fluttering in content, "Just need a moment."
Bucky nods, smoothing his cool fingers over your hot and sticky thigh, "M'kay," he presses a kiss to your folds before slipping the top of your panties further to the side, and before you're able to cover yourself, he a presses a soft kiss to your puckered hole.
"James!" you squeal, immediately dropping your butt down and reaching back with both hands to cover yourself.
"What?" Bucky laughs, "S'not like I haven't seen it before," he adds, leaning down and biting the plush of your ass cheek teasingly.
You burrow your face into the sheets with a groan, kicking the tips of your feet under your butt.
Bucky grabs one of your toes through your sock, only letting go when you squeal and tuck yourself into a small ball.
Through a chuckle, Bucky stands up form the bed and pulls your hips up along with him, holding you still as he runs his fingers up and down your folds again, earning a weak mewl from you.
Leaning down, he presses a kiss to your lips and whispers, "Y'want some more?"
his dick is heavy in his hand, flushed and leaking, the head slick as he runs it slowly through the slippery mess between your thighs. your folds are swollen, twitching with every brush of his tip.
his voice is rough when he whispers, “gonna ease it in, baby… s’gonna feel big. you tell me if it’s too much, alright?”
but you’re already nodding, legs spread wide, cunt stretched open and aching for him. the first inch pushes past your entrance and your body clenches around him immediately, sucking him in with a wet, squelching noise that makes his whole body jolt.
“oh—oh, sweetheart…”
his dick is so fat it forces your walls to stretch around him, snug and slippery and tight, and he’s biting his lip hard to keep himself from rutting deeper too fast. the air’s full of heat and moans, your gasps high and breathy while his are low, cracked, almost desperate.
he’s panting into your neck, trembling from restraint as he feeds you more. your pussy gives a sticky noise each time his hips nudge forward, and you can feel the drag of every vein along your inner walls, your muscles fluttering like you’re trying to spit him out but pull him deeper at the same time.
by the time he’s halfway in, your nails are digging into his back and your thighs are starting to shake. there’s a thick pressure deep in your belly, like your body’s being filled too full, and when you glance down, you can see the faint outline of him under your skin, stretching you out from the inside.
“just a lil’ more,” he groans, voice cracked. “you’re taking it—so good, baby, so soft down there, you’re squeezing me real tight…”
you whimper as he finally bottoms out, dick buried to the base, the thick root of it pressed firm against your overstretched entrance. he doesn’t move, breathing hard against your cheek, both of you dizzy from how deep he is.
your cunt pulses around him, dripping mess down onto the hairy base of his cock.
his hand finds your lower belly, palm spreading over that swollen spot where his dick bulges inside you.
“look at that,” he murmurs, in awe. “my sweet girl’s stuffed so full.”
he doesn’t even need to move. just the feeling of being buried inside you for the first time, the sight of your pussy stretched wide around him, your gasping mouth, your fluttering lashes, your slick dripping onto his thighs—it’s all too much.
he grinds in once—just to feel the way you tremble—and you both moan at the same time, breath tangled, filthy and flushed and soaking the bed.
and when he finally pulls back to push in again slow and deep, your whole body arches.
“there you go,” he groans, voice ruined. “that’s it, baby. open up f’me.”
reader who is a huge cuddle bug but is constantly shy to ask bucky if he wants to cuddle with her. and bucky who, every single time, just melts when she stumbles through asking him for cuddles.
You’ve been thinking about it for the past ten minutes.
Well, thinking about it, circling it, building it up into something much bigger than it actually is. Because it’s just cuddling. Just asking your boyfriend if he wants to hold you for a little while. That’s normal. People do that all the time.
But your brain doesn’t really care about “normal.”
Your fingers twist in the hem of your sleeve as you sit on the couch, angled just slightly toward him. Bucky’s sprawled beside you, long legs stretched out, one arm hooked over the back of the couch like he owns the space without even trying. There’s a quiet movie playing on the TV, something neither of you are really paying attention to. His attention keeps drifting back to you anyway—little glances, soft and curious.
You notice every single one of them.
You always do.
Your knee bumps his accidentally and your heart jumps like you’ve done something wrong. He doesn’t pull away, though. If anything, his leg shifts just a little closer, pressing more firmly against yours.
God.
You swallow.
“Buck?” you try, and immediately want to hide.
His head turns toward you instantly. “Yeah, doll?” His voice is soft, warm in that way that always makes your chest feel too tight.
You open your mouth.
Nothing comes out.
Because suddenly the words feel embarrassing. Too needy. Too much. What if he doesn’t want to? What if he’s comfortable like this and you mess it up? What if—
You shake your head quickly. “Nothing. Sorry.”
You turn your attention back to the TV like you didn’t just implode right next to him.
There’s a beat of silence.
Then, quieter, closer—“Hey.”
His hand finds your wrist. Not grabbing, not forcing. Just there. Thumb brushing gently over your pulse like he’s checking in.
“You sure?” he asks.
You nod too fast. “Mhm.”
Another pause.
His thumb keeps moving.
“Because,” he says slowly, like he’s choosing his words with care, “you’ve been fidgeting for the last ten minutes. And you keep lookin’ at me like you’ve got somethin’ to say.”
Your face burns.
“I—no, I haven’t.”
Bucky huffs out a quiet, amused breath; eyes twinkling in fondness.
“Doll.”
And that’s it. That one word, all warm and coaxing, and you crumble.
“I just—” you start, and your voice immediately gets smaller. “I was just wondering if, um—if you maybe wanted to—like, if you’re not busy or anything—”
His brows pull together, not in frustration, just confusion. “Not busy,” he repeats gently.
“Right, yeah, I know, I just mean—if you didn’t want to, that’s totally fine, I just—”
“Hey.” His hand slides up from your wrist to your arm, grounding. “Slow down. What’re you askin’ me, sweetheart?”
Sweetheart.
You might actually pass away.
You take a breath, staring determinedly at a spot on the couch instead of at him.
“Can we… cuddle?” you mumble, so quiet it barely counts as sound. “Just for a little bit. If that’s okay.”
Silence.
Oh God.
You knew it. You knew you shouldn’t have asked. You start to pull back, already preparing to laugh it off, to say you didn’t mean it, to pretend—
“Oh.”
It’s soft. Almost breathless.
You risk a glance up.
Bucky looks like you just handed him something precious.
His expression has completely melted. There’s no other word for it. The sharp lines of his face have gone soft, eyes wide and warm and a little bit awed, like he can’t believe you just asked him that.
“Yeah,” he says immediately. Then, a little stronger, like he needs to make sure you hear him properly, “Yeah, of course we can.”
Your shoulders loosen just a fraction. “Really?”
“Really?” he echoes, almost incredulous. “Doll, you never gotta ask like it’s a big favor.”
“I just didn’t wanna bother you,” you admit, voice small again.
That does something to him.
You see it, the way his jaw tightens just slightly.
“You could never bother me,” he says, quiet but firm.
Before you can overthink it again, he’s already moving.
His arm drops from the back of the couch, sliding around your shoulders, guiding you gently into him. Like he’s giving you every chance to change your mind, even though you never would.
You go easily, curling into his side.
And the second you settle against him, it’s like something in him gives.
He exhales, long and slow, like he’s been holding that breath all day. His arm tightens around you, pulling you closer until you’re practically draped over him. His hand comes up to cradle the back of your head, pressing you into his chest.
“There we go,” he murmurs, more to himself than anything.
You can hear his heartbeat. Feel it under your cheek—steady, strong.
Safe.
Your hand curls against his shirt, bunching the fabric lightly as you relax into him. The earlier nerves start to fade, replaced by something warm and soft that spreads through your chest.
“You okay?” he asks after a moment, voice low.
“Mhm,” you hum. “Sorry I made it weird.”
He lets out a quiet laugh, the sound vibrating through you.
“You didn’t make it weird,” he says. “You made my day.”
You tilt your head just enough to look up at him. “I did?”
“Yeah.” His thumb starts tracing slow, absent circles against your arm. “You askin’ for this? Means you want me close.” A small pause. “I like that.”
Your face heats again, but it’s softer this time. Less panic, more… something shy and happy.
“I always want you close,” you admit.
That completely ruins him.
You feel it in the way his hold on you tightens, not enough to hurt, just enough to keep you there. Like he’s not letting go anytime soon.
“Then c’mere whenever you want,” he murmurs, pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head. “Don’t make yourself nervous over it, alright?”
You nod against his chest.
“Okay.”
His fingers drift through your hair, slow and careful, and the movie continues playing in the background, forgotten.
You stay tucked against him, warm and quiet, listening to his heartbeat.
description: when johnny storm falls in love, he is completely insatiable for his woman
pairing: johnny storm x female!reader
warnings: swearing, smut (p in v; both protected and unprotected, oral - f receiving, johnny using his powers for sexual purposes, mentions of breeding but not full on breeding kink type shit, praise), use of y/n
masterlist (one, two, three)
The first time Johnny laid his eyes on her was at an event in the Baxter Building. He usually hated those things. All the official business people, talking official business things with Reed and Sue, usually. If it wasn't business talk, it was non-stop compliments and fawning over them as a team. It was boring, and Johnny felt like these things dragged on far too long. He wished he could escape to his room and avoid all of it, but Reed always insisted on the team showing up and being there together. So, Johnny stayed and he endured.
But this time, it wasn't as hard to endure, because he had spotted her. She was across the room at the bar, wearing a deep blue satin dress that complimented her figure nicely. He had completely tuned out whatever was being said to him by the congressman in front of him, his whole attention on her as she raised her glass to her lipstick painted lips. It didn't take her long to feel his eyes on her, and soon enough she was holding his gaze. A small smirk spread across her lips as she took another sip of her drink. It was enough to spur Johnny on to go talk to her.
"Johnny Storm," she said as he approached her. "I must be very special to have you coming to speak to me."
"Very special," Johnny said. "And very much not hounding me for my attention so you can blow smoke up my ass."
"What, the big superhero doesn't like being fawn over?"
"Oh, I love to be fawned over. It happens every time I fly out of here, and I welcome it wholeheartedly. But what's happening here is corporate fawning, which is much less fun because it's always just a way to get something."
"And you assume I'm not trying to get something from you with my fawning?"
She batted her eyelashes at him as she took one last mouthful of her drink. A smirk slowly spread across Johnny's face.
Next thing either of them knew, Johnny had her bent over a bathroom sink, his pants pulled down to his knees and her dress hiked up around her hips. The attempts to stay quiet had been long abandoned as she cried out in pleasure with every sharp thrust of Johnny's hips. Johnny watched her face contort in pleasure through the mirror, that red lipstick now messy and smudged over her lips and mascara running down her cheeks.
Johnny was no stranger to hook ups. He had had his fair share of girlfriends, and he definitely wanted a steady relationship, but also he wasn't going to turn down the offer for casual sex either. And, at first, that's all either of them expected this to be. But as Johnny was disposing of the condom and they were both straightening their clothes, he found himself not wanting the moment to end. He watched as she used a wet paper towel to fix her makeup and realized even with her messed up makeup and flushed cheeks, that she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.
Before he could stop himself, Johnny found himself asking, "Do you want to go out sometime?"
She met his eyes through the mirror. A playful smile tugged at the corners of her lips. "That's not usually how these things end."
Johnny chuckled. "Yeah, not for me, either. But I'm not sure I'd be able to stop thinking about you if we ended things here."
She turned to face him, flashing him a genuine smile that lit up her face. "I haven't even told you my name."
Johnny hadn't realized that. They were so caught up in their flirting and what followed that he forgot to ask her for her name. "Well, what is your name, then?"
"(Y/N)."
"Okay. (Y/N), can I take you out on a date?"
(Y/N) nodded. "I'd love to go on a date with you, Johnny Storm."
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From that day, Johnny was absolutely smitten. When he wasn't doing official Fantastic Four things, he was spending all his time with (Y/N). He'd take her out, have her over to the Baxter Building, spend time at her place. They spent more nights together than they spent apart. Ben liked to tease Johnny that they were in the honeymoon phase and it wouldn't last, but Johnny brushed it off. He couldn't imagine not feeling this way about (Y/N).
Sue was happy for her baby brother, and she loved (Y/N). The first time they had met was actually a total accident. Johnny had brought (Y/N) over to the Baxter Building, thinking it was empty. They were barley out of the elevator when Johnny was on (Y/N), kissing her deeply and passionately. He backed her into the main living space, guiding her to the couch as his hands slipped under her shirt.
"What if someone comes home?" she asked, although her hands were making work of his pants as she asked.
"We'll know once they enter the lobby," Johnny responded. "We'll have plenty of time to wrap up by the time they get up here."
(Y/N) giggled as Johnny lifted her into his arms. They started kissing again, about to start taking each other's clothes off, when Sue's voice said, "Hello Johnny."
Johnny not only pulled away from the kiss, but also dropped (Y/N) in shock. Luckily, they were stood next to the couch, so she landed on the soft cushion instead of on the hard floor. Both of them looked over to the kitchen to see Sue stood there, a baby bottle in her hand and a playful smirk on her face. (Y/N) wanted to be swallowed whole by the couch. She wondered if running out of the room would be more embarrassing than the situation Sue had just caught them in. Johnny's embarrassment was making his whole body so hot that he was afraid he might burst into flames at any moment.
"Sue!" he said. "I - uh - I thought you and Reed were supposed to be out."
"Franklin has a fever, so I stayed home with him," Sue explained. She stepped out of the kitchen to approach the two lovers. She gave her little brother a look before saying, "Are you going to introduce me to the woman who has stolen my baby brother's heart?"
Johnny muttered a quick introduction. (Y/N) stood from the couch to shake Sue's hand. Sue smiled at her and greeted her warmly. (Y/N) wasn't sure if Sue's genuine kindness made her less embarrassed for getting caught, or more embarrassed. Sue turned back to Johnny, who looked like a child who knew he was about to get scolded. Sue put her hand on Johnny's shoulder and said, "Bring her to family dinner so we can meet her properly. And don't have sex on the furniture where my son sits, or else I will extinguish you while you're mid air."
As she walked away, both Johnny and (Y/N) heard her chuckling to herself. They shared a look before the two of them burst into laughter. (Y/N) buried her head in her hands, groaning between her fits of laughter. Johnny pulled her into his arms and removed her hands so he could kiss her.
"Should we move this to the bedroom?" he asked.
(Y/N) gave him a shocked look. "You're still in the mood after your sister caught us?" Johnny simply shrugged in response. (Y/N) was shaking her head at him, but she was giggling. "You are insatiable."
The family dinner went very well, despite (Y/N)'s extreme nerves. It was already a big deal to be meeting Johnny's family, but that family being New York's most powerful superhero team made it even more nerve wracking. But she got along with everyone, and they all loved her. Even Franklin was trying to crawl into her lap by the end of the night. Before taking Franklin off to bed, Sue went up to Johnny to tell him, "She's incredible. I'm glad you found a good woman, Johnny."
After humoring Ben's teasing another hour, Johnny finally excused himself and (Y/N), and brought her to his room. (Y/N) started shedding off her nice clothes and washed the makeup from her face.
"I think that went really well," she said. "I like your family. They're really nice."
"They like you, too," Johnny said as he came up behind her. He wrapped his arms around her waist, pressing himself against her half naked body. His warmth radiated off of him, igniting her body with just his proximity. He started kissing her bare shoulder, leaving a trail along her shoulder and up her neck. "You know," he said between kisses. "I never did get dessert tonight."
"That's a shame," she said. As Johnny's lips reached her cheek, she turned her head so their lips met. "We should fix that."
Johnny had (Y/N) swept into his arms and thrown onto the bed the moment the words were out of her mouth. She let out a yelp in surprise followed by a series of giggles. Johnny made quick work of removing the only article of clothing she had left - her panties. Usually, Johnny liked to tease (Y/N). He loved to kiss every inch of her body except where she wanted it most, just to hear her whimper and see her squirm. But tonight, he had no intentions of taking his time. Something about watching (Y/N) getting along with his family made him feel two things: overwhelmingly in love and slightly turned on. Watching her with Franklin especially had Johnny dreaming of a future where they had their own children running around, which had him waiting the agonizingly long time till he could get her alone.
So now, instead of teasing, he immediately dove into her pussy. He started at a ruthless pace from the start, lapping at er clit as if he were actually a starving man. (Y/N) fisted the bedsheets with one hand and grabbed Johnny's hair with the other. He moaned as she pulled on his hair, mostly an accident as she was just gripping whatever she could get her hands on, but Johnny loved it. He knew it meant he was doing a good job, and it made his dick twitch in his pants.
(Y/N) gasped as Johnny moved his tongue down to her opening. She bit her lip to keep from making any noise as Johnny's tongue dove in and out of her. Her hips started to buck up, trying to meet the thrusts of his tongue. Johnny put an arm over her stomach, pining her down to the bed and leaving her to just squirm beneath him. He moved his other hand to press a thumb against her clit. He started to rub slow circles against the bundle of nerves, heating his thumb just enough for another gasp to slip past her lips. He smirked to himself as quiet moans and whines began tumbling from her mouth. Usually he would push her until she was crying out in pleasure and chanting his name like a prayer, but he had some self restraint considering his family were in the rooms around them, and while the Baxter Building walls muffled most noise, they weren't completely soundproof.
Before she knew it, (Y/N) was shuttering as her orgasm ripped through her. She clamped her mouth shut to keep from making any noises, but her whines were still audible enough to egg Johnny on. He kept lapping at her dripping pussy as she continued to convulse. He only stopped when she had to push him off due to overstimulation. Johnny propped himself up so he could gaze lovingly down at her. Her face was flushed and eyes heavy. Her limbs were spread out on the bed, unable to move as they felt like jelly. Johnny smiled at her, his lips glistening with her slick. She managed to reach for him, pulling him down for a kiss. He slipped his tongue past her lips, letting her taste herself on him.
When her hands reached for his pants, he stopped her. She pulled away from the kiss to look at him in confusion. "I want to return the favor."
He shook his head. "You don't have to tonight. I wanted to do that for you, and I got what I wanted from it."
His hard on was evident through his pants, but he insisted he didn't want (Y/N) to return the favor. He settled into bed next to her, pulling the covers over them and pulling her into him.
Another thing Johnny learned about himself was that when he was in love, he was insatiable.
When she wasn't around, Johnny found himself thinking about (Y/N), which would always turn into fantasizing about her. He found it increasingly difficult to focus on missions when he knew he had the most beautiful woman in the world waiting back at home for him. And when they were together, Johnny just could not get enough of her. He'd always have his hands on her, whether it was as innocent as holding her hand, or something naught enough to kickstart his ulterior motives. He loved to start and end every day by getting her off, and maybe get lucky at least once in between those times.
Obviously, he kept things as PG as possible in front of his family. He'd put his arm around her and kiss her cheek at most, while wishing for the moment he could whisk her away to do what he really wanted. Of course, Ben was always quick to playfully tease Johnny about his relationship. His favorite joke was to tell them to, "Get a room" for the smallest things. Like the day (Y/N) was baking with HERBIE, while Johnny and Ben were watching TV on the couch. Well, Ben was watching TV. Johnny was lovingly watching his girlfriend as she moved around the kitchen and interacted with the little robot.
"Get a room," Ben muttered as he raised his beer to this lips.
"I'm literally just looking at her," Johnny said.
"You're fucking her with your eyes," Ben corrected. "And I feel violated just watching it happen."
"Hey man, listen, I get it. You're jealous I have a hot girlfriend. I would be too. But you just have to get out there and find yourself a hot girlfriend, too."
Ben gave Johnny a look before muttering, "I hate in love Johnny. He's more annoying than playboy wannabe Johnny."
"Who's a playboy?" (Y/N) asked as she brought a plate of cookies fresh from the oven to the two men.
"No one," Johnny quickly responded. "I was just telling Ben how he needs to get himself a girlfriend cause he seems very lonely."
"Johnny, leave Ben alone," she said. "You know you'd be lost if he went and got a girlfriend and left you all by yourself."
Ben chuckled and reached for a cookie. "I like her. If you mess this up, we're keeping her over you, I hope you know that."
Johnny wanted to glare at Ben, but he was too busy smiling at (Y/N).
That night, they had opted to stay the night in (Y/N)'s apartment. She spent such little time here these days that she may as well just completely move into the Baxter Building, but neither of them were sure if it was too soon to take that step or not just yet. And besides, it was nice to have somewhere to go where they could be completely alone.
(Y/N) was sat up in her bed reading while Johnny was getting ready for bed. He peaked into her room while he was brushing his teeth. The sight of her in just a night dress, the hem hiked up just enough that her panties were nearly peaking out, was giving him thoughts that he knew he should put a stop to. Aside from the fact that it was late, they had already had sex the moment they had gotten to her apartment. But his dick was already swelling in his boxers, and there was no way to hide the outline of his bulge. In fact, when he walked into the room and (Y/N) looked up from her book, her eyes immediately went to his very obvious boner.
"Again?" she asked with a laugh. "Do you ever run out of stamina?"
"I think we've already established I don't," he responded. "Can you really blame me when I have a smoking hot girlfriend sitting here, looking all beautiful and having her thighs exposed? You're driving me crazy, baby."
(Y/N) shook her head, although she was smiling, and put her book aside. "You are insatiable, Johnny Storm."
"I hear that a lot," he said. "We don't have to if you're not feeling up for it."
"I know, but then you said all those nice things about me and now I'm all horny again." She gestured for him to join her in bed. "Come fuck me senseless one more time, baby."
Johnny didn't have to be told twice. He was on the bed quickly, immediately attaching his lips to (Y/N)'s. Through the messy kiss, they were able to shed (Y/N) of her night dress and panties, and Johnny of his boxers. Johnny gently laid her back on the bed, pressing their naked bodies together. He could already feel the slick forming between her legs and his dick was throbbing to be inside of her again.
"Can we try something?" he asked between kisses.
"Like what?"
"Like...like maybe doing it without protection this time."
(Y/N) pulled away to look at Johnny. He couldn't read her expression, which caused his heart to thud in panic. Maybe it was too soon to ask that question. They had always used protection when they had sex, even after (Y/N) told him she was on birth control and they both had gotten STI tests done once it was obvious this relationship was getting serious. It just made more sense to be extra careful since they were so early in their relationship, and with Johnny being a superhero and everything and the unknown of what that could possibly do to a child.
"We don't have to," he quickly added. "I know we haven't even been together a year yet, but I keep seeing you with Franklin and it's been putting these ideas in my head of us having our own kids and being a family. I'm not saying I want that to happen right away or anything, but...but would it be so bad if it did?"
(Y/N) took Johnny's face in her hands and pulled him down to kiss her again. She broke away just long enough to tell him, "Fuck a baby into me, Johnny Storm."
Johnny could've swore his heart broke free from his chest in that moment. It no longer belonged to him, it belonged to her. He kissed her so passionately it made his head spin.
The first feeling of her warm, soft walls gripping his cock had him ready to cum on the spot. He had to take his time easing himself into her, feeling every inch of her against him. She gasped at the sensation of his naked cock against her walls. Johnny rested his forehead against hers, his eyes shut as he tried to keep himself from finishing too fast. But (Y/N) just felt too good. It was taking everything in his power to not just fuck into her until he came, and then to stay there until he got hard again so he could do it over and over and over.
Johnny whispered praises in (Y/N)'s ear as he continued to slowly thrust into her. Her moans and whimpers sounded like music to his ears. She was gripping him so tightly that Johnny wasn't sure how he was ever going to pull out of her. She felt like she was made just for him and his cock.
"You're doing so well," he said as he placed a kiss on her forehead. "Taking me so well, baby."
"F-Fuck J-Johnny," she moaned. "God, I might be close already."
She gasped as she felt a warming sensation between her legs. Her confession made Johnny's entire body heat up involuntarily, and the feeling of his hard cock radiating heat caused a new sensation that completely pushed (Y/N) over the edge. She barley had time to warn Johnny before she was crying out his name, her walls gripping his cock as waves of pleasure washed over her. It was enough to send Johnny over the edge as well, thrusting into her one more time before coating her walls with his cum.
They lay tangled together for a while afterwards. They were both trying to catch their breaths, as well as trying to come to terms with the fact that eventually Johnny would have to pull out of her. Johnny kissed every inch of skin he could reach, going from one shoulder, over he collarbone, to the next shoulder, all over her neck, before reaching her face. (Y/N) giggled as Johnny kissed over her chin, her cheeks, her nose, her forehead, and finally placing one last sweet kiss on her lips. He felt himself starting to soften, and reluctantly he pulled out. (Y/N) whimpered at the sudden emptiness. She could feel Johnny's cum starting to drip out of her, and something about it almost turned her on again.
Johnny helped her up and to the bathroom so both of them could clean up. Once they were back in bed, (Y/N) had her head on his chest. Her eyelids were starting to droop, exhaustion taking over her body. Before she completely passed out, she mumbled a soft, "I love you."
Johnny smiled. "I love you, too."
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