I loved your last Joaquin fic! Could I request some Joaquin x reader?
Maybe reader is Bucky’s protege and the two of them meet on some recon mission and end up falling for each other. They technically *should* be enemies since Bucky and Sam are kind of at odds but they can’t help it and sneak around to see each other. Kind of like a Romeo and Juliet situation except no one dies and the only tragedy is that Bucky and Sam are mildly annoyed that their pupils are seeing each other behind their backs. HAHA
Sorry if this doesn’t make sense 🥲 have a lovely day! ♥️
behind closed doors - joaquin torres x reader
summary: after meeting joaquin through a mission with bucky and the rest of the new avengers, he tells you not to engage with whatever he says. but who says you have to listen to him?
content warnings: 6.8k, friends to lovers, secret relationship, love confessions, fluff, making out, smut (cunnilingus, protected p in v, missionary, soft-dom joaquin)
The first time you met Joaquin during a mission with Bucky, your first thought about him was that he was charming.
Obviously, Bucky shut down your thoughts instantly once he found out about it.
See, since you're Bucky's protégé before and after joining the New Avengers, you have basically stuck to his side. Not because you were forced to. You actually enjoy hanging out with him despite his stubborn, gruff personality. So you instantly knew that if he didn't approve of you two just talking to each other like normal people, nothing could change his mind about not wanting you to date him.
"Y/N, I'm not gonna say it again. You're not going to see him." Bucky's voice echoes off the walls of the Watchtower hallway. You walk together side by side, frustration flashing across your face.
"Why, do you think he's gonna kidnap me?" You ask, freezing in place and crossing your arms.
"No, he wouldn't do that. Sam wouldn't let him, anyway."
"Because apparently, he doesn't approve of our friendship."
"And I don't either." He snaps.
You sigh. "Bucky, trust me on this. If he tries to do anything that makes me remotely uncomfortable, you're the first person I'm calling."
He grows quiet, gazing at you intimidatingly. Bucky knows you well. When you want something or to go somewhere, you will tell them right away that you will be alright and that they will be your emergency contact if you're in certain situations, such as kidnapping or murder. You always keep in touch with them whenever you're out, though, not wanting to worry or make them any angrier because you're out with the so-called enemy.
Yet, you don't see Joaquin that way.
You see him as the guy who made sure you were back home safe after a mission, the guy who memorizes your coffee order from one hangout session months ago, the guy who flew from D.C. to New York in his Falcon uniform to protect you from some creep down the street.
And he's also the guy who makes your heart flutter from his stupid flirting.
Bucky sighs, shaking his head. "If anything happens, it's on you."
A few minutes later, when you're in your room, perched up on your bed, you text Joaquin, thumbs tapping against the screen's digital keyboard. But right as you’re about to hit send, a message from him pops up first.
FROM JOAQUIN @ 4:57 P.M. - so what did he say
FROM JOAQUIN @ 4:57 P.M. - does he approve
You smile from the text, deleting what you have written and replying to him with a new message.
FROM Y/N @ 4:58 P.M. - he’s mad
FROM Y/N @ 4:58 P.M. - but in the end, he doesn't care
FROM Y/N @ 4:58 P.M. - well, he does, but he gave up is what i'm trying to say, i guess
FROM JOAQUIN @ 5:00 P.M. - i can see him doing that lol
FROM JOAQUIN @ 5:00 P.M. - but anyway, i'm able to come out to new york tomorrow
FROM Y/N @ 5:00 P.M. - sam is letting you come out to new york to see me?
FROM JOAQUIN @ 5:01 P.M. - well, he doesn't know about that part, obviously
A chuckle comes out of your mouth as you read the messages. It was pretty common for both of you to hide the fact that you two continue to hang out. Sure, they knew that you used to talk, but they have no clue that it's still happening. Except for Bucky, since he actually manages to read you like an open book.
And honestly, you would rather keep it that way to keep the peace.
And to keep Joaquin to yourself, obviously.
FROM Y/N @ 5:03 P.M. - of course
FROM JOAQUIN @ 5:05 P.M. - yeah lol
FROM JOAQUIN @ 5:05 P.M. - also, i got a restaurant reservation for the two of us
FROM Y/N @ 5:06 P.M. - ooo where to?
FROM JOAQUIN @ 5:06 P.M. - it's the fancy place next to central park.
FROM Y/N @ 5:06 P.M. - the one besides my place with the balcony and lights?
FROM JOAQUIN @ 5:06 P.M. - the exact one
FROM JOAQUIN @ 5:07 P.M. - also you should totally dress nice for no reason
FROM Y/N @ 5:07 P.M. - lol of course
A harsh bang rattles against your door, and you jump slightly as your shoulders tense up. Your gaze is glued to the door, and when you hear Alexei's booming voice on the other side of it, that's when you relax.
"Y/N, can you help with making food? I'm not sure what I'm doing!"
You chew on the inside of your cheek as you chuckle, scooting out of bed while sending Joaquin a farewell text.
FROM Y/N @ 5:08 P.M. - gotta go, alexei wants help making dinner
FROM JOAQUIN @ 5:08 P.M. - oh god good luck
"Where are you going, looking like that?" You can hear the teasing glint in Yelena's voice as you pass her in the hall.
At her words, you pause and face her. You're wearing something fancy, but not fancy enough to make it seem like you're trying too hard. A simple jean jacket is slipped through your arms with a black top underneath it. For the pants, a thin yet tight pair of leather pants is slick on your legs. "Oh, I'm going out with Joaquin." You reply.
Her eyebrows raise. "And Bucky approves of this?"
She snorts. "Knew it." Then she glances up and down the hall before connecting her eyes with yours. "Do you need anything for protection?"
Your eyebrows furrow. "Protection?"
"You know," her own brows wiggle. "Condoms and all that."
You choke on your own spit. "Jesus, Yelena—"
She cackles. "I'm just saying, you might need it."
Pressing your lips together, you shake your head. "I don't—I don't like him that way."
"You sure?" She asks, voice full of doubt.
She stares at you as if she is trying to find the truth behind your lie. That's how Yelena is, and you have grown used to it because it's just how she grew up in the Red Room. She clicks her tongue to the roof of her mouth as she shakes her head, turning away as she walks down the hall. "I'm getting you some anyway."
Your eyes bulge out. "What—Yelena!" You chase her, catching up. "I said I don't need anything."
"I know," a smirk tugs at her face. "But I'm giving you some just in case."
A huff of air leaves you, shaking your head while Yelena opens the door to her room, then stalks towards her nightstand. She pulls the drawer out, taking half a dozen small square packets into her hands. Once she stands in front of you again, she thrusts her hands toward you. “Take them,” she murmurs.
You stare down at the condom wrappers, a shaky breath leaving you. There probably won’t be a chance that you will get some action any time soon, especially with Joaquin. You’re not even sure if he feels the same way. But if he does, would he even want to have sex with you right away?
Sighing, you snatch the packets from Yelena and stuff them into your bag.
Yelena grins. “At least you got a few when you’re ready.”
You glance up at her with a tiny smile. “At least.”
By the time you’re outside waiting for Joaquin at the restaurant, the sun begins to set behind the buildings, bright lights flashing down upon you. A gentle breeze hits you, and you shiver slightly. I should have worn something warmer, you think to yourself.
But just as you glance down the street, you spot Joaquin in the crowd.
A soft, black coat wraps around him while a plain white shirt peeks out of the bottom hem. Demin jeans hang from his hips, and the same beige boots you gave him for his birthday last year are slipped onto his feet. His hair seems to be smoother today, but a few curls are still defined. You can't deny that he looks fine, like smoking hot. But you technically can't say it out loud to not embarrass yourself.
His eyes find you through the crowd, and he beams, a bright grin flashing across his face. He picks up his pace, jogging your way and stopping in front of you, his arms wrapping around you a second later.
"Hey," he murmurs into your ear, feeling his hot breath against it.
You melt into his embrace, arms slithering around his neck and pulling him closer. "Hi,"
The two of you pull away, his hands lingering on your waist before taking a step back. "You look really nice," he says, eyes tracing your outfit.
A timid smile tips up. "Thanks," you manage to say. Inhaling, you reply, "You look really good, too."
He nods. "Well, that's good because I wanted to look nice tonight."
A laugh comes out, soft and tender. "You do, don't worry." After a moment, you nod your head toward the entrance. "Come on, let's go in."
He follows you into the restaurant, and it looks exactly as you remember it. A calm, yet thrilling area where customers and staff are buzzing around with orders. The same string lights, the same vibes, the same everything. You even remember the first time you came here for a field trip in high school, and you were awed.
A waiter comes up to you both once you reach the stand, and he gives you both a grin. Joaquin steps up beside you and says. "We have a reservation for two for Torres."
The waiter glances down at the screen, possibly scrolling through the reservation lists. "Okay, and you said you wanted the balcony?" He glances back up.
You snap your head towards him as the waiter guides you up the stairs towards the second floor, whispering to him. "You got us the balcony?"
He glances your way. "Yeah, you said you always wanted to eat up there sometime, so I thought, why not now?"
Heat begins to rise to your cheeks, breathing unevenly. But you look away with a nod to hide it, picking at the sleeves of your jacket to distract yourself.
There's no way he remembers that. That was a year ago when you said that. Hell, you didn't even remember until he mentioned it just then. Your stomach explodes with butterflies, taking deep breaths to calm yourself from overthinking this whole thing.
By the time you have made it to your table, you're still in the slightest bit of shock. But you push it down and sit opposite Joaquin. The waiter hands you each a menu and walks away. You flip through it, recognizing all the delicious foods they serve here and how they taste exactly.
"What are you thinking of getting?" He asks, voice gentle.
You glance up and find his head propped on his arm, gazing at you like you're the only thing in his world. You swallow thickly, glancing back down at the menu. "I might just get a steak with a side of salad."
Joaquin hums with a bob of his head, staring down at his own menu. "I might get the fish combo."
Your eyebrows crinkle. "They sell fish?"
He finds your eyes. "Yeah, you didn't know?"
With a shake of your head, you reply, "No, I guess they added that on recently because I would have definitely remembered."
A chuckle leaves him. "Oh, I know," he pauses. "How's life in the Watchtower?"
You sigh. "It's good. The others are fun to hang out with, especially Yelena and Bob."
He hums again. "And what about Bucky? Is he still grumpy all the time?"
"Oh, yeah." You grin. "He's still the same, but more strict now that he knows that I'm hanging out with you."
"That's reasonable," he murmurs. "Sam is the same. He always makes jokes, but not as many since Bucky left."
Ever since Sam and Bucky broke off their partnership, or whatever it's called, things have been tense between both sides. For one, Bucky is giving you a gazillion warnings since you started talking to Joaquin, and Sam has been wary of Bucky's business and wonders why he even left in the first place.
There was a time when you and the rest of the new Avengers formed, and the phone call that Bucky had received from Sam has been stuck on your mind. Saying that he was upset was an understatement; Bucky had to leave the room for a moment so he wouldn't have to flip out in front of everyone.
"How is he doing, actually? I haven't heard from him in a while." You ask, laying the menu down on the table.
"He's kicking ass, that's for sure." He grins. "Ever since he defeated President Ross, he has been really busy. But he doesn't mind."
Soon after, the waiter comes back and takes both of your orders, then leaves right after. Time passes quickly, with you reciting old memories as if you two hadn't met almost a year ago. It's almost like you two have known each other since you were kids, reciting your life's story as he trades his with you.
Once you two have finished eating, though, you both find yourselves walking along the dark streets of New York, a breeze hitting you two in the face. Since it's almost the end of fall and the beginning of winter, the weather has been chillier than usual. You didn't mind, though. It was nice to make some sort of cold after the harsh heat of the summer.
"No, don't even say that right now!" he laughs, tipping his head back.
You cackle, the widest grin stretching across your face. "It's true! Yelena literally had to pull Alexei off him because he thought he was strong enough to fight him."
"I would have loved to see that." He says, glancing over at you. "I mean, the Sentry literally being a brick as the others bounce off him."
That makes you laugh even more. "Oh my God, that's exactly what it felt like!"
He grins, laughing with you. His eyes take you in: your eyes, your hair, your smile, everything. And you don’t even notice a thing.
He slowly stops into a stance, hand reaching out to yours. Once you feel his touch, you stop and face him, eyes seeking his through the soft moonlight above.
“Can we talk for a minute?” He asks, soft and hesitant.
You stare into his chocolate brown eyes that shine through the light, nodding. "Yeah, sure." You murmur, turning to face him fully.
He takes a deep breath, stepping closer while his grip on your hand softens, but is still there. The anxiety in his voice is very visible as he speaks. "I... I really like you, like a lot," a nervous chuckle leaves him. "You are so funny, so caring, so... I don't know, just, everything that I dreamed of, really."
All you do is look at him in shock, lips parting as your cheeks fall warm even in the breeze. Your grip on his hand tightens, fingers wrapping around his palm while your breaths grow unsteady.
This can't be happening. You must be dreaming, right?
Yet he keeps talking with a shy grin on his face. "Like, whenever I'm around you, it makes me feel like I want to spend every last moment with you, and that feeling just—it can't go away. Trust me, I tried." His eyes find yours.
When your gazes connect, you find your voice. "How long?"
Joaquin let out a shaky breath, glancing down to the other side of the street. "The second time we met up." He finds your gaze again.
"Jesus," you huff out, looking away as you process this whole thing.
The second time you two hung out in person was about a year ago. Meaning this whole time, he has had this thing for you. Your head races, running a hand through your tangled hair while your other hand stays in his.
He stays silent, staring at you as the nerves in his system go out of control. "If—if you want, we don't have to be friends, or we can still be friends if you don't feel the same way."
Your head snaps his way. "Wait, what? Why would you think I don't feel that way?"
His face drops in realization, eyes widening as his voice goes eerily quiet. "Are you saying that..."
His eyes trace your face once again, this time trying to see if you're serious about this. But with the hint of red and that sweet smile he loves so much on your face, he's proven wrong.
"Thank fucking god," he mutters, stepping forward and wrapping his arms around you tightly.
You don't mind being crushed in his embrace as you melt into it. A sigh leaves your mouth, letting your eyes flutter shut. It takes a bit for one of you to pull away, but it does eventually happen, with you doing it first. "It took us way too long to admit that."
Joaquin laughs, nodding in agreement. "Oh, yeah. Definitely." His eyes land on you again, and he smiles as one of his hands lets go of your waist, then cups your cheek. The feeling of his touch on you makes you melt like putty, grinning up at him gently. And when he says the words, "Can I kiss you?" You soften instantly.
"Yeah," you reply as soon as you can.
Joaquin grins, leaning in without hesitation and pressing his lips to yours. Your mouth moves against his slowly, warmth spreading through your body. When you pull away a second later, you sigh with a smile, resting your forehead against his.
His breath hits your mouth, chuckling breathlessly. "I wanted to do that for so long."
You laugh, pulling back slightly. "Really?"
He nods again. "Really," there's a pregnant pause, and then he continues on. "Um, would you want to go back to my place for a bit?"
You know what that means exactly. But you furrow your brows and ask, "You have a place here?”
“Well, no. I booked a hotel room.” He corrects.
“You booked a hotel room?"
"Yeah, I mean, where did you think I was gonna stay?"
You stare at him, shaky breaths leaving me from that single kiss. Then you say, “Never mind,” with a grin. “Well then, you may lead the way.”
Soon enough, you make it to the hotel room, but not before making out on the way up in the elevator until it arrives on his floor. Once it’s just the two of you, he doesn’t hesitate to continue where he started, hands on your waist as he kisses you.
Your purse drops to the floor with a thud as your lips interlock repeatedly, fingers in his hair, while your body presses against his. Your breaths are heavy against his mouth, whimpering quietly as his tongue flicks your mouth open. He backs you up, your feet stumbling until the back of your knees hit the edge of the bed.
He lets you go so you can lie yourself down on the mattress, but once he's on top of you, hands propped on each side of your head, he leans back down to kiss you. At first, it's soft and tentative, like he's hesitating to go any further. But when he draws a moan from you by nipping your bottom lip, that is when he lets go.
Your hands are everywhere: his shoulders, down his chest, to his hips, pulling him impossibly closer. He pulls away from your lips, pressing kisses down your jaw and neck. When his teeth nip at the skin of your throat, you sigh, a hand digging into his hair to keep him there.
He hums, the sound vibrating against your skin as he coaxes the mark with his tongue to soothe it. A hand of his drops to his elbow, while the other trails down your body until he's at your jacket. "Can I take this off?" He asks, pulling back and meeting your eyes.
Swallowing thickly, you nod. "Yeah," at that, you sit up and let him peel off the jacket. And once that's off, he tosses it to the side aimlessly and kisses you again, palms resting on your waist.
You kiss him back, arms wrapping around his shoulders. The kiss is all teeth and tongue, moans and groans leaving both of you. You don't remember the last time you felt this way. Sure, it was definitely a while ago, but since it's with Joaquin himself, it's like you have won the lottery.
Your hands find the hem of his shirt, untucking it from his pants and trying to pull it off. Joaquin realizes what you're trying to do and pulls away, letting you rip it off him.
Once his bare, toned chest is exposed to the air, you go right back to kissing him, hands sprawled against his chest. Joaquin gently pushes you back down until your back hits the mattress, his own hands pulling up your own top. Now that you're just in your bra and pants, Joaquin gets the chance to pull back and take you in. His chest rises in deep and ragged breaths, lips parted.
"You're so beautiful," he murmurs, low and quiet.
A shaky breath leaves you, staring up at him while your hands land on his bare waist. "Thank you," is all you end up saying.
He smiles down at you gently, a hand of his landing on your shoulder, thumb picking at the strap of your bra. He presses his lips together, eyes following his motions before saying, "Are you... Are you sure you want to do this?"
"I'm sure," you say instantly, thumb rubbing his skin softly. "Are you?"
"I really am," he murmurs back with a grin, flicking his eyes down to your lips.
You chuckle breathlessly, hands going to the nape of his neck, pulling him closer while mumbling, "Come here."
When your lips attach to one another, he hums against them, thighs on either side of your hips as he settles on top of you. His hands continue to roam over your body. He starts off with your bare waist, up to your breasts, and down to your thighs. Without thinking, you lift your leg and bend your knee, naturally moving towards his touch, your foot settling onto the mattress.
He pulls away at that, glancing down quickly before muttering. "You still have your shoes on." He then pushes back up to sit up, grasping your heel and sliding it off.
All the while he's doing that, you laugh with a wide grin on your face. "Joaquin, you don't need to—"
"Shh," he hushes you, letting your foot fall flat onto the mattress as he takes hold of your other foot. "Let me do this."
You let him, still laughing softly as you struggle to sit up once again, watching him toss your shoe to the side. When he sits right in front of you again, his hand cups your cheek and presses his lips to yours, his mouth moving slowly against yours.
A grin forms on your mouth, and your hands are grasping his shoulders as you make out with him. You two take your time this time, slow touches as your mouths move at a slow pace.
This is the kind of love you want, gentle love and not whatever the rushed shit is you hear about.
Your hands slowly drag down to the belt of his jeans, attempting to unbuckle it all while still kissing him. Once Joaquin feels your hands close enough to the bulge in his pants, he pulls back abruptly, huffing against your mouth. "Wait,"
You open your eyes and look into his. "Hmm?"
He finds your gaze. "Are you on birth control?"
Shit, you forgot about that. "No,"
"Fuck, okay," he mutters under his breath, looking away as if he's trying to solve that solution. "I—I can just pull out once the time comes, so I don't actually come inside you," he awkwardly chuckles.
As he rambles on, you try to find another solution to this. Because yes, you want him inside you, preferably now. And you would rather not have a pregnancy scare from the two of you doing it.
But then you remember what's in your bag, and your eyes widen in relief.
"I have condoms with me," you say, cutting him off, finding his eyes.
He grows quiet, his lips parting with huffs of air leaving you. Then he grins. "Actually?"
You nod. "Yeah, Yelena made me take them."
He barks out a laugh, tipping his head back. "It's like she predicted this would happen."
That makes you chuckle, nodding. "Yeah, I guess."
Both of your gazes connect, soft and timid smiles on both of your faces. The excitement is already showing on your faces, eyes glinting in the soft lighting of the room. "So, I guess we are doing this?" Joaquin asks shyly.
"I guess so," is all you say.
He grins, eyes falling to the waistband of your pants, hands tracing the edges of them. He meets your eyes as if asking for permission, and when you bob your head, he murmurs, "Lift your hips," while glancing back down.
You obey his words, raising them up in the air as he pulls the pants down your legs. Now you're just in your undergarments, both having matching colours. Joaquin's eyes trail down your body, fingers delicately feeling the skin as his Adam's apple bobs with a swallow. "Wow,"
The soft grin on your face can't be helped. "Is all you're thinking right now?"
"No, of course not," he shakes his head, staring down at you. "You must know me at this point to know that I have really dirty thoughts when it comes down to this."
You huff out a laugh, nodding in agreement. "Yeah, you do." A hand of yours reaches out to grab his, pulling him down. He laughs as well, hands landing on each side of his head. In no time, the two of you are making out again, this time more determined and needy, and it's not long until his lips leave yours and trail down your body. Skimming your neck, collarbone, chest, stomach, all the way down until he reaches your hips.
You watch him this whole time, breath hitching with each kiss. "What are you doing?"
"I was gonna eat you out," he murmurs against your skin, lifting his head to meet your gaze. "Are you okay with that?"
His words make your breathing stop completely for a second. Even the thought of his head between your legs, making you see stars just from his mouth, makes you wetter than you can admit.
"Go ahead," you murmur breathlessly.
Joaquin grins below you, nodding once before his hands grab hold of the hems of the panties. He draws them down slowly, glancing up at you every few seconds to see if you're okay. And once he sees that you're perfectly fine, he spreads your legs wide and flicks his tongue out against your folds.
The reaction is immediate, a gasp eliciting from you as your fingers curl into the blankets. When his tongue swirls around your clit, your hand then shoots out to his hair, gripping at the strands with a whimper, leaving you.
"Holy shit—" you manage to say, a soft moan following along.
You can feel his grin against your pussy, lips wrapping around the bud and sucking on it. Jesus, who knew that Joaquin could be this good?
Moans and whimpers continue to come out, every single move of his mouth and tongue leaving you breathless. Every once in a while, the feeling of his teeth scraping against your folds makes you shiver, head tilting back with your eyes fluttering shut. The hand on his head pulls him closer, and he moans at that, working on you harder with his tongue.
It doesn't take long for you to feel that twisting feeling in your stomach, and it only gets tighter once he starts to add his fingers into the mix. Starting off by rubbing your folds with the pads of them, then thrusting them inside you until you're about to combust. He adds one, then one more, and then another.
"Fuck, Joaquin—" you gasp, gripping his hair tighter for support.
"You close?" he murmurs, hot breath against your pussy.
All you can do is nod, not being able to form any more words.
"You can come, baby. I can handle it." At that, he continues to use his mouth on you, sucking on your clit once more, as his fingers thrust faster than before.
When your orgasm hits, you gasp, a final moan coming out as your eyes squeeze shut. Your back arches off the bed, pushing his head closer as you pant for air.
Joaquin pulls away after a minute, your hand slipping off his head. He wipes the essence of you off his mouth, licking his lips before crawling up onto the mattress on top of you.
His thumb brushes against your cheek gently, making your eyes flicker open. The first thing you see is his warm smile as he says, "Are you okay?"
You nod weakly, catching your breath. "Yeah,"
"That's good," he murmurs, stroking your cheekbone. "You good to continue?"
"Oh, yeah," you say with a grin.
He chuckles, pressing a quick kiss to your lips before pulling away. "Where did you say the condoms were?"
Your eyes point over to wherever your bag is on the floor. "In my purse,"
He nods, jumping off you and sliding off the bed. He retrieves the bag from the floor and zips it open. "Jesus Christ, how many did Yelena give you?" He asks with a wicked grin, glancing back at you.
Sitting up on the bed, you shrug your shoulders. "Too many,"
"Well, it's enough to last the whole night." His hand reaches into the bag, revealing a small foil packet. Crawling back onto the bed, he places the wrapper beside you, unbuckling his jeans before pushing them off, his boxers following.
You can't help but ogle him, eyes stuck to his cock springing out. Sucking a breath in, you press your lips together and swallow thickly. "Jesus, you're big." You murmur with a nervous chuckle.
"Yeah," he admits, chuckling with you. "You think you can handle it?"
Your eyes find his, and a grin plasters on your face. "I hope."
"Me too." Slowly, he pins you back onto the bed, grinning down at you. "How do you want to do this?"
With a shrug of your shoulders, you reply, "I don't really care."
He nods. "Okay, just let me know if you need anything, alright?"
"I will," you murmur breathlessly.
He gives you a quick smile before reaching back for the condom. Ripping the foil open, he takes it out and rolls it down onto his shaft, a sigh leaving him. When he falls back on top of you, your legs spread instantly, a hand of his lifting them higher. His eyes find yours. "You okay to start?"
"Mhm," you hum, nodding up at him.
He looks down, hand grasping his dick as he guides himself to your entrance. He slips himself in, and you gasp at the feeling. As he pushes in, your hand grasps his shoulder, face contorting into pleasure as you look up at him. Once he's fully inside, he groans, finding your gaze as he pants. "You okay?"
The only thing you can do is nod, trying to control your breathing. You feel full, way too full, but it feels too good for him to pull himself out.
A moment later, he thrusts out and pushes himself back in, a whimper stretching out of your throat. Your arms wrap around his back, nails digging into his skin lightly. He makes the pace slow, hips barely moving as he presses his lips together.
All you can do is stare at him as whimpers and moans leave you\, legs resting around his hips. "Shit—" you utter, head falling against the mattress.
He catches your curse, and he lifts his head. "Is that good?"
You nod jerkily. "So good,"
He hums with a smile, leaning down and pressing a kiss to your exposed neck. "Do you want me to go faster?"
"That would be great, yeah."
He chuckles against your skin, resting his forehead on your shoulder before he picks up the pace, and you moan into his ear. The sounds you are making in Joaquin's ear are causing him to go insane, groaning against your skin as he pushes into you faster.
"Oh—okay, that's way better." You moan, squeezing your eyes shut. Nails dig deeper into his skin, making Joaquin wince slightly, but he ignores it for now.
He keeps the pace the same most of the time, pressing kisses up and down your skin every once in a while. When he reaches your lips, you melt into it, moaning into his mouth as he hits the same spot you crave to feel every time.
Tongues tangle together, and when you feel the sudden snap of his hips, you moan loudly into his mouth. Pulling away, you stare up at him, a grin forming on his face.
"How does that feel?" he murmurs, voice low and breathless as he continues to push into you.
A moan comes out, jaw slack as you pull him closer. You don't think you can say anything at the moment, not when he's filling you up with every single thrust.
He chuckles, the rumble low. "It's alright, baby," he presses his forehead to yours. "I got you."
The speed becomes too much as his thrusts grow more quickly, the more your body coils in pleasure. Moans grow louder, face contorts into pleasure, and everything feels like too much but too good at the same time.
"Joaquin, I can't—shit—" is all you can say.
At that, he picks up the pace one last time, and you practically explode into pleasure as your moans echo off the walls. You clench around him as you come, eyes squeezed shut as your head is thrown back, hair messy.
He spills into you a second later, hips freezing as he slams into you one more time. "Fuck!" He curses, panting.
Nothing happens for a moment, only the sounds of soft whimpers and gasps filling the air. The slick sweat now hits your skin, eyes fluttering shut as you try to catch your breath.
But the feeling of a light pat against your cheek gets your eyes to open. "Hey, you still with me?" Joaquin murmurs.
The grin on your face can't be held in. "Yeah, just give me a minute."
"Okay," he murmurs with a chuckle, still settled inside you. "Do you think you're still good for another?"
"Joaquin, you just killed me. Give me at least ten minutes."
"Alright, fine," he laughs at that, slowly pulling out with a soft groan.
You sigh when you feel empty, and you curl onto your side. Joaquin lies down beside you, a hand wrapping around your waist. His gentle touch is definitely what you need right now after all of that. Not that you're complaining about the sex, that was amazing. "How do you feel?" he asks, worry etching into his voice, afraid he went too far.
He sighs. "Good," leaning forward, his lips pressing to your forehead. "How about you have a quick nap before we go at it again?"
You chuckle tiredly, nodding as you snuggle closer to him, head resting on his chest. His arms slither further around you, palm rubbing your back soothingly.
But he didn't wake you up. He lets you rest as he keeps you close to him.
When you stir in bed the next morning, you expect Joaquin to still be in bed, but when your hand reaches out for him, you don't feel him.
Opening your eyes, you glance around the room. The curtains are drawn shut, the lamp beside the bed switched on, and you can see a few of your clothes scattered on the floor. The blankets are covering you, so he must have placed them while you were sleeping.
You glance over at the digital clock on the nightstand, the time reading 7:03 A.M. A breath of air draws out of you, and the front door creaks open. Snapping your head toward the sound, you sit up and find Joaquin walking in with two cups of coffee.
He lifts his head right as he slips his shoes off, smiling. "Hey, how did you sleep?"
Your eyes follow him as he walks over. "Good," you say at first, then continue with, "I thought you were gonna wake me up."
He shakes his head. "No, I can tell you needed the rest."
"That, and I could also tell you were exhausted from whatever missions you were going on."
Your heart melts as he walks towards you, handing you a cup that you willingly take. It's warm in your palm, and when you take a sip of it, you smile. "You remember how I get my coffee,"
"Of course I do." The mattress sinks down as he sits beside you. "How are you feeling now?" he asks before taking a sip of his own drink.
"Better, legs kind of hurt, though." You point your gaze straight at him.
His eyebrows rise. "Really?" he asks sarcastically.
"Yup," sipping on your coffee, you say, "I wonder how that happened."
He laughs, the sound vibrating through his chest. Then a ring cuts through the room, and you two glance over to the noise and realize someone is calling Joaquin. "One sec," he gets off the bed and walks over to the dresser, picking up the phone and freezing once he flips the screen on. "Shit,"
Your eyebrows furrow. "What?"
He glances over at you. "It's Sam."
That's when your eyes bulge out. "Oh, fuck."
"Should I answer it?" he panics.
"Yeah, yeah. I'll stay quiet."
"Okay, okay," he glances down at the phone, swipes the screen to answer the call. He then presses the speakerphone button, eyes flickering your way as he says, "Hello?"
"Hey, Joaquin. How are you doing?" 'Sam's solemn voice is heard through the phone.
"Good," he starts, taking in a breath of air. "I just got back to the hotel."
"Were you out for a run again?"
"Kind of, and I went to get myself a coffee." He glances your way again, right as you savour your own drink.
"That's nice." he says. "And I'm guessing you got Y/N a coffee, too?"
You both freeze at that, eyes finding each other in shock. "I—I'm sorry?"
"Shit—" he curses under his breath, a hand running down his face. "How did you know?"
"Wait, Bucky actually spoke to you?" You ask, leaning forward as your eyes widen.
"He did, and don't worry, I'm shocked, too." He chuckles, a sigh coming from the other end. "But yeah. You could have told me you were going to New York for her."
"But would you have let me go?" Joaquin asks, turning away.
The call grows quiet, and the grin on your face perks up. "Anyway," Sam pauses. "I should probably let you go. I have a lot of work to get started on."
Joaquin sighs. "Yeah, you go do that." He doesn't bother letting Sam reply as he ends the call, placing the phone back on the dresser as he leans into it, hands on his face. "What the fuck."
"How the hell did Bucky tell him?" You ask right away.
"I—I don't know!" he shrugs his shoulders. "You told Bucky you were gonna hang out with me, right?"
You nod hesitantly. "Yeah, but he had Sam blocked."
"Well, he must have unblocked him just for this."
"Jesus Christ." You grumble, running a hand through your tangled hair. "I can't believe he actually unblocked him."
"Do you even know the lore behind those two?" Joaquin suddenly asks, walking back toward you.
Twisting your head in his direction, you murmur back, "Not really."
It's quiet for a second, the blaring roads from outside creeping in. "Do you wanna know about it?" He asks with a grin.
Your eyes brighten, your smile matching his. "Fuck yeah."
And for the rest of the morning, you two just stay in bed, sipping on your coffee, and talk about the downfall of Sam and Bucky's friendship like it's high school gossip.