not too loud
john walker x f!reader
summary: john is masturbating next to you, who he thought were sleeping, in a room with other people. you offer him help, telling him to finish in you instead. cw: smut, masturbating, borderline voyeurism, p in v, back scratching, creampie, no use of y/n wc: 1.8k
you and your teammates didn’t want to bother discussing sleeping arrangements after completing a hectic mission. you all booked a room to rest before a long drive back home.
as soon as the door to your motel room with two double beds swung open, alexei and bob already claimed the bed near the windows. meanwhile ava, yelena, and bucky are assigned to a different mission.
here you are, sleeping next to john walker on a lumpy and cheap double bed, a barrier of only one layer of pillows between the two of you. your back is turned to him; you’d imagine what it’d be like facing him without the wall of pillows, so you just avoided even facing his direction. a form of self-control.
the motel isn’t fancy enough to give you another blanket when you called for it, so you’re sharing one with walker. you’ve got goosebumps from the cranky air conditioner and the hypotheticals of sharing a bed with a super soldier you’ve been crushing on for months.
the erratic cracking from the air conditioner is overlapped by a rhythmic noise, like soft skin slapping, emerging from your right. you brush it off, not wanting to move since the mission already took most of your energy.
after a few more seconds of the noise, the tiny space of the blanket you had was being tugged, the wall of pillows was shaking, and you occasionally heard soft grunts.
is walker jerking off?
you slowly sat up and looked over the wall of pillows. walker is tightly shutting his eyes and biting his lip, the shape of a fist outlining the thin white blanket right above where his crotch would be.
“john?”
he widens his eyes. his whole body is freezing, not just from the cold temperature but from the embarrassment.
he takes a brief moment to check whether you catching him masturbating in a room full of other people is a dream or not. it is not.
“hey… how long have you been awake?”
he inquires with a slight shake in his lowered voice, trying his best not to wake the two sleeping men on the other bed and not to let the shame shine through.
“i haven’t slept since we laid down.” “god damn it.” “you couldn’t do it in the bathroom?”
you whisper-shout. you’re fighting the urge to break the walls down, figuratively and literally, and at the same time, relieve him of embarrassment. and a hard-on.
“fuck. sorry. i'm really sorry. i didn’t wanna get up, and it looked like you were in a deep sleep.” “unbelievable.”
you lie back down and cup your hot face with your cold hands. walker sits up and places his arm on top of the wall of pillows in a pathetic attempt to appear casual. “look, i was—i was hard and i couldn’t go to sleep so i had to… you know. relieve myself.” “you gonna finish?” “ha-ha. very funny.” he rolls his eyes and faces away from you. after hearing your silence, he turns his head back to you with concern.
“do it in me,”
you whisper as you raise yourself by your elbows. you look up at him through your eyelashes. he parts his lips and smirks, and releases a short sigh that sounds like a forced laugh.
“don’t mess with me like that.” “i’m not gonna jerk you off. i’m tired. i’m offering you help, john.” “so… you would rather i put my… my thing inside you?” “alright, john wanker. you can just jerk off by yourself until the sun comes up and find that useless instead.”
his mouth is left partly open, eyes glancing off to the side to think of a response. “otherwise, get on top of me,” you offer, swallowing your shame. his blue orbs scan your face, looking for a confirmation that you wanted it, thinking your sexual orders weren’t enough. his eyes then slowly travel to your neck and cleavage, revealed by the blanket that slid off when you got up.
“are you sure?” “i’m sure. i’m your friend, and i want to help you.” “we must be a special case of friends, then.”
he breaks down the wall of pillows, a symbolic emotional and physical barrier the both of you have yet to discuss properly. you lie on your back and put your arms to your sides. your chest heaves, struggling to hold back your shivering fingers and arms from the cold temperature and adrenaline.
the careful but quick movements from walker against the bedsheets emit rustling sounds, quiet enough not to wake your roommates. he hurriedly tosses the pillows to the edges of the bed, eager to hover above you under the shared blanket.
he brackets your flushed face in his elbows, face only an inch away from yours. he tugs on the hem of your shorts, like permission to take it off. you accept it by helping him slide it down your legs, your laced panties sliding off along. you slowly lift your legs up and apart, allowing his already half-naked bottom half to go in between.
“you ready?” he asks in a whisper. you nod, and he maintains eye contact.
you both gasp as he slowly pushes his cock into you, your walls welcoming it by hugging it. the feeling of being full of him meets and somewhat surpasses your dirty expectations of his cock.
“fuck, you’re so warm.” he quietly moans in your ear, his shaky breath tickling you. your hands grip the ball of his shoulders, releasing your pent-up sexual frustration all these weeks from waiting to be put in this very position.
he silently waits for you to adjust to his size and for him to adapt to the amount of pleasure he has been trying to reach by himself. you plant a peck on his ear, which tells him he can begin moving.
he gently rocks his hips into your pussy. you bite your lip to suppress moans. your swollen pink lips that look sugar-glazed tempt walker; he knows the moment he gives in to his temptations, nothing will be the same ever again.
a super soldier can lift a ten-ton truck, but even john walker struggles to fight the urge to kiss you like you and him belonged to only each other. you mentioned you’re his friend like setting the label in stone.
he was afraid to cross that line by kissing you. he places a hand under your knee to lift it.
“john…”
you cup his face with your hands as he gently grinded onto you. his big and hard cock contrasts his gentle movements. how can a man who could destroy you fuck you so lovingly?
“you like this?” he asks. “i do."
his lips now only a few centimeters away from yours.
“you want more?” “i want more,” you admit as you fling your arms around his neck. your walls squeeze tighter around his cock at the sound of his low voice.
he began to quicken his pace and amplify the strength of each thrust. before you could release a moan and wake up your roommates, he shuts your mouth with a hand.
“not too loud."
he slides the other hand under your back, encouraging a bigger arch by pulling you closer to his body as if it isn’t close enough. your hips bucked so eagerly against his cock, making him want to ruin you more. your saliva wets his hand, but he doesn’t care. he’d jerk off with that hand.
a knot ties in your stomach. your hands travel to his back. your nails dig deep into his skin right under his broad shoulders, like an act of revenge for shutting you up.
several long red marks are left on his skin, following your nails as you scratch his back until you reach the sides of his ribs. he groans in pain and pleasure while still attempting to make sounds in the lowest volume possible.
it feels impossible. the soft skin slapping emerging from between your legs, the heavy breathing, the frustration in each thrust, the wish to fuck loudly, and the two clueless sleeping men make the sex feel impossible. but it’s happening. you don’t know how, but you’re leaving it all to walker.
he buries his face into the crook of your neck, and your fingers into his dirty blonde hair. his other hand joins the one under your back, putting the two of you in a hugging position. the pillows start to slide off the bed one by one as walker’s pace quickens.
“m’so close, princess. taking it so good for me," he manages to say in between his frustrated thrusts.
“feels so good, john,” you whisper, bringing him closer to climax. you feel your pussy squeeze tighter around his cock, pulsating as deep and fast as your heartbeat.
“yeah?” he moans into your ear, waiting for another praise. you look to your right to see alexei and bob still sleeping amidst the debauchery on your bed. alexei’s snoring was a signal for you to keep riling up walker.
“you fuck so good," you moan. you lock your legs around his hips. he hugs your back tighter. you shut your eyes as they rolled back, preparing for the climax.
even though you can only see stars now, your visualization of the mess down there from your slick is accurate.
walker slams his hips onto you harder, fucking into you until he can feel your womb. with each thrust becoming increasingly inconsistent, you could tell he was near.
“fuck— right there.”
he presses his lips against yours, breaking the unspoken rule; you're not allowed to kiss because you’re just ‘friends.’
he thrusts into you deeply, filling you up with his cum. you arrive at the same time, knuckles turning white as you desperately cling onto the white sheets. all you can do now is cover your mouth with the other hand as walker buries his groans between your neck and the pillow.
he thrusts into you one last time, this being the deepest. you both lay there with inconsistent and heavy exhales, staring into nothing as you process what happened in 7 minutes.
the hug you were giving each other loosens. he props himself up on his elbow, the other hand on your waist. he looks into your eyes before jerking his head slightly to the side and kissing you slowly. he briefly separates his lips from yours, leaving yours slightly parted. “show me your tongue,” he whispers.
as soon as he sees the pink flesh in between your teeth, he joins his tongue with yours and presses his lips against yours. his tongue softly caresses yours, both gentle and hungry for more while still inside of you.
“you wanna take this to the car?”