A/N: Made a new moodboard but Lmfao I can’t believe I wrote this exactly 12/12/22 anyways a repost with some edits bc I’m thinking about him but thick god bless. Also miss warm weather.
Tags: Beefy/chubby Bucky, a little brooding, pwp, sparse daddy kink, Bucky’s POV, the avengers all happily together, Buck’s shameless and shame filled lmfao, PNV!sex, banter
WC: 2kish
It was hot. Bucky sucked on his popsicle angrily, sulking under an umbrella. He wore his t-shirt even in the blazing heat. Bucky grimaced at the cloth sticking to his skin, pulling at the fabric with a huff. He didn’t want to run around shirtless when the likes of Steve and Thor were basking in the sun— the golden gods they were.
So Bucky sucked on his popsicle, his fourth one already. He flexed his metal fist, cursing it for being such an eyesore. The assassin was convinced his body had it out for him. Mess of a shoulder, ropey bullet scars, and extra weight he didn’t ask for. Bucky stared down at the soft flesh adorning his midsection, visible under the thin shirt. His lips twisted into a frown.
Hydra had royally fucked his metabolism up, serum or not. Now under a plethora of mood stabilizers and Bucky looked like a damn chipmunk hoarding up for the winter. His girlfriend thought it was cute, cooing and pinching his hip. Bucky did not think it was cute. He’d never been like this in his over-extended life. Soft.
He’d held thick muscle since the serum and kept that up at least. The brunette worked out religiously to rid himself of that extra pudge. Now he was jacked with the stupid layer over it. Bucky felt like a bulky damn lummox. Therefore if he was going to sweat to death by the pool, so be it.
Bucky’s icy eyes flickered to his girl playing around with Thor in the water. She giggled and batted at the god while he picked her tiny frame up. The brunette’s eye twitched while gripping his popsicle stick until it crushed. His girlfriend was too cute for her own good. Dammit. He exhaled sharply, dropping the remnants of the popsicle stick.
“Are you going to drill holes in Thor with your mind or get in the pool?”
Bucky glared at his oldest friend. Steve smiled down softly, big hands on his waspy waist. He grumbled, “I’m fine. Punk.” The blonde teased, “That’s why your shirt is soaked then huh? Go get in the water!”
Bucky stayed put with a look that could freeze over hell. Except he was burning up.
The Captain waved a hand, “You’re making me miserable looking at ya.”
“Nope,” Bucky shot back, popping the ‘p’.
Steve sighed and dove into the huge pool. Bucky pouted efficiently from the sidelines. Thor had his stupid blonde hair, stupid white teeth, and stupid washboard abs. His girlfriend appeared in his line of sight, her brows knitted in concern. Bucky attempted not to stare at her tits— nipples peaked under her blue strappy bikini.
She hummed, studying him with those too-sharp eyes. After a long pause, she spoke “I can feel you drowning in self-pity over here. Why don’t you get in babe?”
He was now staring at her tits, he didn’t care, not really. Bucky shrugged, “You have fun baby, I’m fine over here. Thor is waiting.” She narrowed her eyes at him, pushing back damp hair. Bucky licked his lips, holding the woman’s glare.
In a swift motion, she launched onto the concrete.
Bucky swallowed as she walked towards him, droplets running down her tight body. He took in the view, getting lost in it to be truthful. He could watch her all day and sometimes would. The assassin grunted as she plopped onto his lazily spread thighs, soaking the front of his shirt further.
Bucky’s hands tightened on her waist as he hissed “What was that for?”
The coolness of her skin against felt fucking good. Bucky willed himself not to pop wood in front of the few teammates milling around. His girl leaned over, breasts about to spill over the blue fabric. She pressed against his chest looking like the cat that got the damn cream. She simpered, “Buck, c’mon, you know no one around here cares. You’re perfect.”
Bucky snorted, “To you, maybe.”
She frowned and lightly slapped at his shoulder, lips poked out. Bucky hated when the pretty thing pouted— he somehow would end up doing what she wanted in the first place.
Every. Single. Time.
She ran a finger down his chest, big eyes begging, “Get in the pool, please? You look so upset over here and that makes me sad.”
Once again Bucky lost to her feminine wiles, groaning out a strained ‘fine’. Her mouth split into a toothy smile, cheering, “Good!” He rolled his eyes at her enthusiasm. Sometimes Bucky forgot she was about ten years his junior. If one took off the cryogenically frozen periods. She kissed his cheek before crawling off and getting back into the water, eyes eagerly flickering to the side.
Bucky hauled himself up and reluctantly peeled off his damp shirt, pale skin and soft parts revealed. He willed himself not to slink away or curse anyone who looked. Steve wolf-whistled, sending an embarrassed flush across the brunette’s full cheeks. He barked, “Knock it off Rogers!”
Sam seemed to have ESP for people flustering Bucky. He shouted from the grill, “Looking good my man! Whole slab of beef!” Bucky was convinced he was going to self-combust, sliding into the water to cover himself up. His girlfriend snickered when Bucky resurfaced from his shame dive, splashing his face.
He frowned down at her, the spitfire raising a brow in challenge. Bucky slung her over a thick shoulder, hand across the backs of her thighs. She laughed and kicked, playfully squirming. Bucky had half a mind to leave a mark on her ass, show the Asgardian who she really belonged to. In a beat, she stopped thrashing and murmured, “If you do not stop being jeal-“
The assassin cut her off when he dunked under the water. She spluttered and cursed at him, Bucky let out an amused laugh.
“Sorry sweetness, what were you saying?”
“Put me down or I’m ripping your hair out,” she huffed. He chuckled and slowly let the angry Avenger down. She shook her head, flicking the sensitive skin below his belly button. Bucky winced and gaped petulantly— poorly tried to block out the feeling of jiggle. The woman latched back onto him, pressing a feathery kiss to his bearded jaw. With a dirty smirk, spirits lifted, Bucky led them to the shelf in the deep end of the pool.
Sitting back, Bucky groped at her ass under the water, earning a squawk and another weak slap in return. She whispered angrily, “Stop that! Not in public.” Bucky grinned unapologetically, eyes flickering to her perky chest. He gave a half-ass apology, saccharine sweet, “Sorry baby, you’re just so pretty I couldn’t help myself.”
Stark and Romanov approached the pool, Tony lowering his sunglasses at the pair. Stark sipped his drink and loudly observed, “Horndogs at it again. Barnes, you’re a nasty old man, you know that?”
Sam sniped, “They call him Bucknasty for a reason!”
Bucky’s temples throbbed with annoyance. He shouted at Sam immediately “No one calls me that but you!” Steve was howling with laughter, hand slapping his chest, even Thor smiled in confusion. She turned and grinned at Tony, “It’s fine, he can be my nasty old man.” Buck hummed in content as he gave her hip a squeeze. Stark pretended to gag and situated himself in a lounge chair far away. Natasha’s lips quirked up, green eyes sparkling with amusement.
As they left he rumbled quietly, “I’ll show you nasty if you keep it up acting like that in my lap.”
Buck smiled when she inhaled sharply, shit-eating grin falling from her face. Bucky lecherously grabbed another handful of ass, eyes lidded. Her voice quavered when she weakly replied, “Very funny Buck, I said not in front of everyone.” His eyes darted down to her heaving chest, those tits about to make his mouth water.
“I’m not being funny. Seeing you getting flipped around by the blondes has me feeling…some type of way.”
Bucky was proud of his updated lingo, courtesy of the trembling thing in front of him. She huffed quietly, squirming on his thick thighs. “Jesus Christ, they’re all going to know when we both leave.”
“I think Clint complaining about us being loud all the time lets the team know what the deal is,” he smoothly pointed out.
She gave him another sharp look, climbing out of the pool. Bucky watched, hands clenched on nothing. Now he had to walk in front of everyone without a safety blanket again. Bucky briskly got out after her, keeping his eyes focused ahead. Tony complimented, “Looking yoked there Barnes, trying to bulk right now?”
Bucky wanted to hiss at the billionaire like a feral cat. He felt like he’d been bulking for months. Just not allowed to cut— so sayeth the metabolism. He grabbed a towel and threw it around broad shoulders, annoyed with how his belly was on display. She was toweling her hair off.
“C’mon then you beast,” she huffed, heated eyes peering up.
“Beast?” He echoed, his frown curling into a grin.
Bucky shrugged before he hauled her up again. She let out a cute yelp, eyes going wide, face heating up. He snatched his sweaty shirt up and carried her to the elevator. As Bucky carried his girl through the compound he tried not to laugh at her complaining— offset by needy squirming.
“Do you always have to carry me around like a caveman when you get jealous?”
Bucky grunted in agreement, thumbing at the soft skin of her thighs. She shivered and gave a pointed little eye-roll.
She murmured, “You do know I only think about you. Only you. All the time.” Bucky couldn’t help but let his heart skip a beat. Still, he whinged, “I don’t know why when there are all these hot guys hanging around.” His girlfriend scoffed and rolled her pretty eyes. She patiently waited on the walk, a quiet ride up the elevator, and the remainder of the trip to his rooms.
Deposited on the bed she informed Bucky, “No matter how many times you shrug it off, I think you’re really hot. I like a little fluff on my men.” The brunette shook his head, crawling onto the covers.
He muttered, “I don’t. I follow you around like some goddamn oaf.”
She pinched his cheek, groaning in exasperation, “You’re a little soft and I happen to enjoy you fucking me into the bed. Stubborn as a damn mule.” Bucky’s dick twitched at her words, grabbing an ankle to pull her closer. She continued matter-of-factly, “It’s also nice to have my big scary man behind me. It turns me on.”
Bucky stared at her, face set in suspicion. She ran a hand down his side, finishing its path at the laces of his swim trunks. Her face was adorably set in determination as deft hands untied the shorts. The assassin groaned low in his throat as she pulled the waistband down, exposing his aching cock. She grinned, eyes dark as Bucky climbed out of them and threw the shorts across the room.
Bucky eyed her up, watching her shift with excitement at his dark gaze. He gently positioned himself between her legs, cautiously keeping his weight off to her chagrin. Bucky sealed his watering mouth over a covered nipple and greedily sucked, blue eyes hazy under dark lashes. She whined and flexed under him, thighs wrapped around his hips.
“Ah! Buck!”
Her long lashes fluttered when his other hand untied the strings on the top. Bucky yanked off the flimsy fabric, whistling lowly at her full tits. He nipped and flicked his tongue on a peaked bud, tweaked the other with his flesh hand. She cried out and rutted up against his flushed cock. Bucky groaned at the feeling, eyes closed as he continued to lavish attention on her.
Bucky blinked his eyes open when he realized she was also untying her bottoms with shaky hands. He pulled off a nipple and teased, a smug grin on his face, “That needy for it, huh?” She yanked off the fabric with a nibble at his jaw. Bucky would purr in contentment if he could. Until the nip at the flesh under his chin— which granted he always had but still didn’t appreciate it.
He grimaced and gave her ass a light swat. She mused, “You’re so hot. Honestly. I wish you would believe me Buck.” The assassin ignored her comment, instead sucking marks on her collarbone. She writhed underneath him, the wetness of her core sliding against him. His pretty girl whimpered, “C’mon and fuck me, please daddy.” Bucky leaned into one of her hands cradling his cheeks, not yet registering with her words.
Wait.
Bucky almost exploded, came back, just to explode again into a puddle of goo. She wanted to play like that today? He gripped her hips with a low moan while his blues traveled up the expanse of skin. His girlfriend’s chest expanded with a ragged breath, eyes glazed. Bucky growled, “Y’want me to fuck you? Shouldn’t daddy finger you first?”
Huff. She shook her head no, dragging the molten slick across his need. She begged oh so damn soft, “C’mon daddy please, want to feel it stretch, need you.” Bucky’s eyes rolled in sheer desire, not a second wasted as the blunt head of his cock nudged against her cunt. He slid in with a curse, eyes clenched shut.
She was snug as always around him, Buck groaned as her tight body felt as if it sucked him in. She whimpered, arms tight around his neck and shoulders. She gasped, “S’big, fuck daddy, don’t stop!” Bucky was not going to stop unless he magically disappeared.
He braced an arm beside her pretty flushed face to get leverage. With a lewd smack, Bucky clapped his hips into her. Grinned when he heard the wanton whine. The brunette pulled back to give another roll of his hips, moaning low and soft. He got into the rhythm he knew she liked— slow but forceful. Bucky smiled down and cooed, his metal fingers rubbing her trembling thigh.
“You’re so pretty baby girl, taking me so well,” Bucky emphasized as he fucked up into her. She clawed at his shoulders, pressed sloppy kisses to his throat. Wide eyes met his, a playful gleam as she breathed, “No you’re pretty.” Bucky narrowed his eyes, apparently, his girl wanted to be a little shit.
“I don’t understand why you won’t let me- shit! Daddy,” she cried out with a smile, “Compliment you!” Bucky picked her legs up and hiked them higher, driving his hips up into that silky-soft spot. He grunted in pleasure as she arched and yanked at his hair, mouth hung open with punched out ‘ah’s’.
Bucky rumbled, “I don’t like it- fuck you’re hah- tight- because it’s exaggerated!” He panted with exertion now, lost in the telltale slaps of skin echoing. The petite Avenger under him whimpered when Bucky hit her most tender spot dead on, and pretty tears pricked her eyes. Bucky kissed a droplet, murmured sweet nothings.
“Keep fucking me daddy, I’m gonna ngh- cum,” she babbled. Bucky urged, “Yeah babydoll, want you to, c’mon need it bad sweetheart.” He thumbed around her clit, breathed into her lax mouth, swallowed up those broken keens. She sobbed his name into the kiss, nails helplessly dug into his warm skin. Bucky shuddered when she clamped down on him with a little cry. Bucky’s eyes rolled up at the pulse and gush of slick. He fucked her through the orgasm as he chased his own.
His baby’s loud keens turn into little whimpers as he thrusts into her tight body. She quavered, “In me please, c’mon daddy…” The woman nipped along his jaw again, heels rubbing at his ass. Bucky felt his lower belly tighten, and a swirling fog purely driven by need gathered in his brain. He growled, “I’m gonna fill that sweet pussy up, you want that from Daddy, huh?”
“Yes, yes, yes!”
Ask and one shall receive.
Bucky felt his balls draw up and he came with a rather slutty groan. He drooled onto her neck, gasped through the brunt of his body emptying into her molten heat. She cooed, “Oh, so good, ah thank you Daddy.” Bucky collapsed halfway onto his girlfriend, firmly snug inside.
She rubbed her shaky hand across his bloodied shoulders, serumed body already busy knitting the claw marks back up. Bucky simply breathed, unable to come up with intelligent words. He reckoned his brain probably shot out of his dick. Meanwhile, the little minx caressed his, ugh, love handles.
Bucky groaned, “Stop it.”
She retracted the touch and rasped, throat bruised from all that carrying on, “One day I’m going to convince you Buck. Perfect as you are.”
Bucky snorted, “We’ll see about that.” He softened at her lithe hands pushing his sweaty hair back, grinning like he’d hung the moon. He murmured, “You’re going to be the death of me.”
She giggled and cuddled up like a damn kitten. Bucky didn’t truly mind, although she may be delusional and think overweight one-hundred-year-old former assassins are sexy. He was glad he’d been able to find the loon, all his to boot. Bucky shook his head in amusement, huffed warmly at the pressure of her sharp teeth on his chin again, and he started to protest.
Summary: You and John have always understood what the other needed
A/N: IDK I just wanna wreck this man then have him wreck me
Kinktober Masterlist
You carded your fingers through John’s blond hair, tugging on the strands and eliciting a hiss from his mouth. He knelt before you, his chest and neck flushing red from your rough touch. Tonight, he craved being submissive, needing you to call the shots and put him in his place. The two of you had a long-standing agreement and understanding. Safe words and limits were continually repeated and acknowledged before diving into a scene.
“I wonder what the world would think if the world saw U.S. Agent on his knees for me,” you purred, tilting his head back. The simple, black, leather collar clung to the apex of his throat, the proud mark that signified your ownership.
His teeth ground together, and you watched his jaw flex, just knowing there was a retort burning on the tip of his tongue. You raised a brow, a smirk curling across your lips.
“Do you have something to say, sweetie?”
“No. Ma’am,” he pushed out.
“Look at you, remembering your manners. I think they’d enjoy it, to be honest, seeing you on your knees.” You released your grip on his hair.
John let his head roll down, his hard, red cock leaking between his naked, muscular thighs. You could see the tension starting to melt off his shoulders while you lowered yourself to sit on the couch.
“Crawl to me, undress me,” you instructed.
You watched as he stretched his body onto all fours, a fire burning in his cerulean eyes as he slowly crawled over to you. He started by unlacing your combat boots, tugging them off along with your socks. His large hands skimmed up your calves, then your thighs, before undoing your jeans and peeling them down your legs. Your exposed skin prickled.
“Use your teeth,” you whispered, shifting into a better position before John hooked his teeth around the band of your satin underwear, working them down. Your clit pulsed.
“Yes, ma’am,” he grinned, his white teeth glimmering.
He shifted further up your body, yanking off your simple white t-shirt and tearing off your bra. Impatience seeped through him, and he couldn’t resist drawing one of your nipples between his teeth.
“Fuck,” you hissed, arching into his touch.
He settled back onto his knees between your spread thighs with a shit eating grin on his face. Your mouth twitched.
“Lie down on your back.”
He stretched his tall body out on the plush carpet, his cock standing stiff and flushed.
“You’re not allowed to come,” you reminded him before lowering onto his face.
He groaned against your wet, sensitive flesh before his tongue laid a sloppy trail over your pussy. You tugged on his hair.
“Don’t be lazy,” you growled.
His hands darted out to cup your ass, ensuring you were tight and flush against his mouth. A pleasant seal was formed as he ate you out with precision. He alternated between suckling on your clit, lapping at your folds, and dipping his tongue inside of you.
“That’s it, that’s a good boy, John,” you moaned, squirming on his face as heat flooded your entire body.
The praise spurred him on, and he didn’t stop until his face was drenched in your aftermath. Your legs felt like jelly as you carefully moved off his face. There was that shit eating grin again, his mouth and chin glistening from your orgasm. You straddled his waist, reaching behind you to stroke his hard cock. Your thumb ran over his tip, gathering up the frothy beads of pre-cum. He twitched beneath you.
“I suppose I’ve tortured you long enough,” you hummed.
Those blue eyes went soft, pleading with you. The poor baby.
“How would you like it?” you offered.
“I want to fall apart on your fingers,” he whined.
Good choice,” you grinned, leaning down to kiss his glistening lips.
He’s all flushed, muscular, lithe flesh with his cheek pressed against the carpet and his ass lifted in the air for you. You’ve washed your hands before generously spreading lube across your fingers and his opening. His dick and balls feel heavy between his thighs as perspiration clings to his forehead. The pressure of one finger entering him nearly undoes him. Two made him feel on edge, whimpering and begging.
“Please,” he whined.
“You don’t need to hold back anymore, baby, come when you’re ready,” you whispered in his ear as your fingertips massaged the sweet spot inside of him that made his legs feel like jelly. Your other hand reached down to stroke his leaking dick, encouraging him to chase the release.
It doesn’t take much longer with your hands expertly working him over until he spilled into your palm, the carpet muffling his moans.
“Good boy,” you praised, tracing your tongue around his earlobe.
You rewash your hands as John wipes himself down before the two of you find yourself underneath the warm spray of the shower, kissing and caressing each other. The leather collar was long discarded on the floor. You’ve been by his side for years, serving alongside him in the Army, mourning the death of Lamar, watching him spiral, and piecing him together after his wife left with their son, not that you blamed her entirely for that. You were a constant in his life, understanding what he needed, and he did the same for you.
~~
Walker’s thumb swept under your chin, pressing against your lower lip as his grip tightened. He stood a good few inches taller than you and wore his US Agent uniform, and it was enough to make your knees buckle. You had been pushing him all day, and now you were facing the consequences. The black pleated skirt you wore suddenly felt impossibly short as you stood under her stern gaze. The satin fabric of your underwear molded to your wet skin.
“What am I going to do with you?” Walker hummed, enunciating each word with a clipped tone.
“I…I don’t know, Sir,” you whispered, batting your lashes at him.
His thumb pressed between your lips, the salt of his skin dancing against your tongue as you suckled on the digit.
“There’s only one way to deal with brats like you.” He leaned down to whisper this in your ear, making you shiver and close your eyes.
You weren’t sure what else to say, dumbfounded for words as he withdrew his thumb from your mouth and took hold of your wrist. The floor blurred in your vision as he tugged you across his knee, your skirt riding up your thighs to give him a peek of the black satin panties beneath. His breath hitched; he always did like the way satin gleamed against your skin. One hand tugged them down to puddle around your ankles before neatly tucking the hem of your skirt around your waist.
A calloused palm caressed your bare ass before cracking down sharply against it. It stung just enough to make your nerve endings stand on edge. Walker was methodical and strategic about each patch of bare skin he struck, knowing just the right amount of force to use. You gasped and squirmed as the heat in your skin built, spiraling into your lower belly and making your clit throb with need. John enjoyed the submission, while you enjoyed the pain aspect. By the time he was finished, you were a whimpering mess with scorched skin. His thumb skimmed down your wet folds, making you buck.
“Has my little brat learned her lesson?”
“Yes, Sir,” you sniffled. There were times the fire still made you want to push the limits after, but today was different. You were feeling docile after, eager to please. Eager to be his good girl.
His hand stroked your abused flesh, kneading it gently to keep the sharp prick of pain alive.
“That’s what I like to hear. Now, you’ve been teasing me all day, I think it’s only fair you take care of the problem you created.” You could feel the swell of his cock against your belly.
“Yes, Sir. How would you like me to take your cock?” you replied, working your lower lip between your teeth.
“I want to bury it in that pretty pussy of yours while you ride me,” Walker stated, tugging on your hair.
“Yes, Sir,” you moaned, pushing yourself up to straddle his lap. Your hands fumbled slightly with the belt of his uniform, pulling it away before opening the fly and drawing out his hard cock.
His large hands held onto your hips as he helped you mount him, your skirt falling back around your hips. Your eyelids fluttered as he stretched you wide, your dry mouth slowly watering until you were fully seated on his cock. He worked off your shirt and bra, leaning down to slowly suckle on each of your nipples until they were stiff, aching peaks. Your hands found his shoulders as you began to move, slowly bouncing on his cock.
“Faster, baby, show me how much you love my cock,” he growled. His mouth pressed against the delicate curve of your neck, teeth scraping against your flesh.
You moved faster, your thighs starting to ache, and your sore ass slamming down onto his thighs. Sweat beaded around the back of your neck, slowly dripping down. One large hand slapped down on your tender backside.
“That’s it, baby, I’m almost there,” he grunted.
Your breathing became ragged, digging your fingers into his shoulders until his head rolled back and he moaned. You slowed down, rutting against him as he filled you up.
“Was that good, Sir?” you asked meekly, peering softly at him through your lashes.
“So good, baby,” he panted.
His hand slipped between your thighs. You were still mounted on his cock as his finger drew lazy circles around your clit. A few precise strokes were all it took to send you toppling over into an orgasm.
“Thank you, Sir,” you whispered, voice strained as you leaned forward to rest your forehead against yours.
He stroked your hips before capturing you in a warm kiss. Your fingers threaded in his blond hair, loving the feeling of his cock still buried inside you during this tender embrace. It was clear that the two of you would never escape each other, bound forever, and you wouldn’t want it any other way.
Summary: The sound of you pleasuring yourself works Bob up
Bob’s body was warm against yours in the bed, providing a soothing comfort, yet you still struggled to fall asleep. You supposed it was the adrenaline flooding your veins from the previous mission. You sighed and rolled over onto your side, away from Bob, and were careful not to disturb him. Your fingers skimmed the top of your black sweatpants before slowly slipping below the waistband. You were willing to try anything to lull you into sleep.
Your fingers toyed with your wet flesh, feeling the heat pool in your belly. After a few moments of teasing yourself, you pressed a finger to your clit and slowly circled the sensitive bundle of nerves. Your free hand pressed to your mouth to muffle your moans as pleasure racked your body. Thighs trembling, toes curling, nipples hardening beneath your thin T-shirt as the pressure built through you. You were unaware of Bob squirming next to you, a clenched fist pressed between his teeth as his cock strained in his pants. Sweat beaded over his forehead as he listened to your stifled moans.
A few more precise rubs took you over the edge, sending you toppling into a lovely orgasm. You rutted against the heel of your hand as you rode it out, eyes fluttered shut, and you were lost in the divine moment. Next to you, Bob came in his sweatpants, a dark stain flooding across the crotch as he came untouched from listening to you get yourself off. His whimpers snapped you out of the orgasmic bubble, making you freeze with your hand still between your thighs.
“Bob?” you whispered.
“Y…yeah?”
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you,” you said softly.
“B…but you’re so pretty when you moan.” The way his voice caught in his throat made your knees buckle.
You felt a second (third?) wind kick in as you rolled over, curling around the back of him.
“Tell me more,” you purred in his ear before nipping his lobe.
Your hand slipped down his chest toward his gray sweatpants, eyes widening when you felt the wet patch. Apparently, he had enjoyed your little moment of self-pleasure a great deal.
“C…couldn’t help it,” he whined.
“That’s ok, baby. Want me to clean you up?” you offered. You gently stroked his damp hair, watching his features, etched with worry and shame, soften into a docile and warm look. There were times he reminded you of an eager puppy, aching to please. He had the most wonderful heart you knew, and you hated what was done to him, hated what he had suffered in the past.
“Please.”
You rolled him onto his back, kissing him sweetly and momentarily getting lost in those blue eyes. He rubbed his nose gently against yours before you worked his soiled sweatpants down his hips, pulling them off completely and letting them drop to the floor. You bent your head, nuzzling the hair of his happy trail. You loved that he came untouched at the sound of you pleasuring yourself, and his cock stirred to life from your gentle nuzzle. You wrapped your lips around the tip of his cock, suckling the aftermath away, tasting salt and sweat.
“Ohhh,” Bob moaned, his back arching as your mouth engulfed him. His flesh was stiff and warm in your mouth, sending a shiver down your spine. You knew he was trying to hang on for dear life to make it last, but he quickly gave in and spilled down your throat. He was left with a dopey grin on his face and a hazy look in his eyes.
“Can you keep it up for me, baby? You could warm me all night,” you smiled, and he nodded eagerly.
You nibbled on your lower lip as Bob rolled you onto your side, working your sweat pants off and leaving you bare from the waist down like he was. You lifted your thigh slightly, feeling his cock nudge against your opening before slipping deep inside.
“Does that feel good?” Bob whispered in your ear, his hair and breath tickling the back of your neck.
“Feels amazing,” you mewled. Your ass was flush against his groin as he snugly fit inside you.
“Am I a good boy?” Bob murmured in your ear, neediness laced through his deep voice. One large, warm hand pressed against your stomach.
“You’re a very good boy, Bob,” you assured him.
“Thank you,” he sighed, snuggling in close.
You closed your eyes, sighing happily as you finally found sleep with Bob’s cock snuggled warmly and deeply inside you.
You think this happens after they got together? Not even close! Besides being a druggy, Bob’s also a freak, so he’s never gonna miss a chance to kiss his starry-and-striped crush from the TV screen, even if he’s a zombie (especially if he's a zombie!).
As soon as this idea hit me, I knew I HAD to draw it.
@jakeschreier: Thunderbolts* is out on @disneyplus today, so here’s a few more 35mm stills from the vault. Thanks again to everyone who worked so hard on this. Miss these folks a lot.
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