23. she/they. unlabeled. hufflepuff. infp. my hero academia, haikyuu, naruto, demon slayer, jujutsu kaisen, sk8 the infinity, and more ! attempting to write on @touyababe
Summary: if anything, you and Bucky’s relationship was just a game. Who will win and who will break?
W.c: 3.9k
Context: Bucky being a little toxic, reader being a little toxic. Rough sex, degradation, small amounts of praise, p in v
Author note: dude. I don’t even know where this came from just enjoy it. I also did plan for this ending to be fluffy, it took a mind of its own by 1k words
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It was known to everyone in the compound that Bucky's and your relationship was built on jealousy, hunger, spite, and possessiveness. None of it was inherently healthy, and sometimes whatever went on between the two of you felt more like a game than anything. And everyone knew not to interfere. Or at least… most people.
The first time Bucky set sights on you it lit an intense fire in him, he actually felt something for the first time in 70 years. It didn’t take long for him to become addicted, everything about you drew him in. you were like a fucking drug, and Bucky was ready to destroy himself for you.
You were taunting and alluring, and Bucky was sucked in from the moment your dark eyes met his. you recognize the look in his eyes, you let yourself live in it and start to drown in those baby blues, it felt so good.
That’s when the game started.
Bucky was a possessive person at heart, you brought it out of him in a new way. It scared the fuck out of Steve. He would watch you with a shadow casing over his eyes, making him look dangerous and an aura some would only expect from the winter soldier. You’d spar with other male agents, and make a point to skillfully rub yourself against the other — knowing Bucky Barnes was lurking with his intense stare, like a wolf stalking its prey.
You would tease him in the hallway by swaying your hip a little too seductively, knowing he couldn’t do a thing about it. Brushing your hands against his elbow and looking at him through your lashes, before stepping out of the way before he could even lay a finger on you.
Once in a room together, the tension would be so thick it would choke any unsuspecting person. Challenging glances would blur your minds. And soon enough the line between just teasing and actually hurting each other was crossed. There was absolutely no going back.
You started tossing around fellow agents like playthings just to rile up Bucky, a foolproof way of getting his attention. Once the thought of another man on you got to be too much, he’d pound you into oblivion and fuck the thought of any man out of your brain. Or just any thoughts at all. you had him wrapped around your fingers.
But Bucky was adaptive, he was smart and figured your game out quickly. When he began to tear his gaze from you in the hallways, acting smug and like he didn't care you were feeling up agent Mason and giving him false hope in an attempt to get Bucky's attention.
He soon grew hungry to have you chasing after him, to be desired by you the same way he ached for you.
and it didn’t take long for him to achieve his goal.
Another one of Stark's stupid galas, he invited all the avengers and every in-combat and training agent under SHIELD. Bucky noticed you almost immediately, lingering in the corner was a drink in your hand. You wore a tight black dress that cut out on your chest and hips making you look stupidly hot. The exposed skin taunted him, he imagined grabbing you tightly there and bending you over the bed, and going at it like no tomorrow.
Bucky knew you saw him, you tried to hide the side eye, but Bucky always saw through your ploy. You were fucking ignoring him, inching closer to the short blonde across from you. Bucky clenched his fist so hard he might have drawn blood in the right.
You would come to him, he didn’t care. it was his mission for the night, to get you begging for him.
Bucky murder strutted to Natasha, who was thankfully right in your line of sight. perfect.
“Do be a favor, Natalia, and flirt with me?'' Bucky asked and put out the most innocent smile he could muster up.
It surprised Bucky how perceptive Natasha could be at times, she’d already clocked him the moment she noticed the dark haze over his eyes — glaring at you.
“I’m not going to be put in the crosshairs of y/n just so she’ll fuck you later tonight.” She rolled her eyes.
“Nat.” Bucky pleaded.
“No, but agent 201 has been staring you down all night.” Natasha mentioned, her eyes glancing over at the short brunette a few feet away. a little far from your eye line, but he trusted you to search him out. “Just don’t lead her on.”
“Whatever, Natalia.” Bucky scoffed, pulled away from the redhead, and straight to the brunette agent.
It didn’t take long for the game to start, Steve and Sam sat in the corner and watched you two play your cards like it was a fucking sitcom. Placing bets on who would break first and drag the other to an empty hallway.
You noticed Bucky's gaze softened on the girl, his stupid playboy smirk as he grazed his flesh hand against her arm. Bucky noticed you scowl through the corner of his eye, this would be exciting. You dragged some man to an area cleared for dancing, pressed your ass against this groan skillfully, and just waited for Bucky to pounce.
Bucky was going to play it out, restrain himself until you cracked at the sight of his attention being on another girl. But as you pulled the blonde agent close to you, his lips grazed to the spot behind your ear. Your sweet spot, he knew it well. He was only allowed to tease you there, your knees would grow weak every time he kissed there.
“y/n is busy right now, so go fuck off, yeah?” The raspy, low voice from behind you, the harsh grasp on your wrist, and the utter fear in the blonde’s eyes in front of you had you knowing exactly who it was.
And before you could comprehend anything else, Bucky was dragging you from the crowd. The world felt slow for a moment. All you saw was broad shoulders in front of you, stealing you away to go somewhere more private. You knew you won and a small smirk graced your lips.
A gasp left your mouth as your back hit the wall, Bucky punched the up button for the elevator. His large hands grasp around your shoulder and waist, leaning close to your ear.
Bucky’s hot breath sent a chill down your spine and pooled in your panties, “you fucking tease. How long were you planning on dragging your ass against his dick, huh?”
“Did it turn you on?” you snarked.
Bucky’s grip tightened around your waist, he wore his anger on his face rather than shoving it down. He bit his cheek and breathed hard. Your eyes landed on the dent in his pants, and with a shit-eating grin, you looked up at him through your lashes.
“Sure looks like it did.”
ding!
It is equally scary and fucking hot how quickly he pushed you inside the elevator. Bucky's lip attached to your neck, he had to get the scent of any other guy off of you. The man should have known not to get in between you two. Bucky drew out whines from you as he nipped and licked your skin. He wouldn’t give you the pleasure of planting his lips on yours, that sweet satisfaction.
“I'll kill anyone else for touching you like I do.” Bucky muttered against your skin, and he was serious. He was seeing red only a few moments ago. “you’re mine.”
You chucked coyly, his lips ghosted your lower neck. Bucky's head rose slowly, noses centimeters apart as he stares you down.
“You think I’m fucking joking?” Bucky growled, his metal hand gripping you right around your waist. no doubt there will be bruises tomorrow.
“I think you're being a little overdramatic, buck.”
Bucky poked his tongue to the side of his cheek, looking you up and down slowly with lust-filled eyes. “I hope you don’t call me overdramatic when I’m fucking every coherent thought out of your pretty head, the only thing you should be thinking about is how good you feel with my cock inside of you.”
You shuttered. and Bucky sensed it, a small smirk on his lips before he hoisted you up on his waist harshly. You knew the route, the 6th floor and the 4th door to the right was Bucky's room.
The door slammed open by Bucky's shoulders. He was growing impatient and you were slowly grinding yourself against his groin. For the third time that night, your back slams against the wall harshly, and you yelp when Bucky bites at your lip. Definitely drawing blood.
“How do you wanna do this, princess?” Buckys spoke against your lips, noses touching and steady eye contact. You slowly unwrapped your legs from his waist and steadied yourself on the ground. Bucky followed your actions intently.
Your finger slid down his shirt, you always seem to forget just how solid he was under all the black and leather. Slowly unbuttoning his shirt, bucky's hand wrapped around your wrist before you could make it to his belly.
“I hope you don’t think you're in charge here.”
“We’ll see.” You said and looked up at him through your lashes.
“Fuck you, doll.” Bucky spits.
“Waiting for it.”
Teleportation is real – because you were against the wall a second ago and not being pushed and shoved on the bed. Bucky tore at your dress and tights, slowly undressing you and pushing your neckline down to show your chest. Two metal fingertips pinched your hard nipple, earning a loud yelp from you. His lips traveled farther down, across your collarbone, and down your sternum. Bucky was sucking hard on your exposed skin, he felt this possessive and almost primal urge to leave a mark. So you'd know the next day after looking into the mirror who was making you feel good, no one else would be able to touch you without seeing bucky's mark. He wished he could tattoo it into your skin if he could.
“Bucky…” you whine as he ghosted his lips over your lower tummy. You felt him smirk against your skin and a soft blow as he chuckled.
“Don’t get greedy now.” He met your back on your lips, bruises and swollen bright pink. “Show me what you want.” He growled, an order you obeyed happily. Your eyes stayed on his before you rolled on your stomach and slowly perched your ass high for him to see. He moaned, tugging your panties down by hooking them under his thumb.
“Good girl.” You smiled at that, biting your lip as he pushed one, cold metal finger up and down your folds. Testing the waters, he scooted up further to press his groan up to you. Still wearing his dress pants and pressing his digits to your pussy. You bit back your moans, not wanting to give him that satisfaction yet. Simply toying with him until he was so desperate he just —
“Fuck.” He dragged out as his already wet tip poked at your hole, he was getting needy too. Perfect. “I don’t care who listens, I want you screaming or I won’t let you come. Want everyone to know who makes you feel good, yeah?”
You hummed, pressed against him as he still teased your cunt with his tip. You hear a low chuckle under his breath, grasping your hips and pressing his chest to your back. Bucky filled you to the brim with his cock until he bottomed out, you exhaled and felt his hot breath on your ear.
“What’s in that pretty head, huh?” He started to make forceful and slow trust into you, his hips snapping as he spoke. “You thinking about that blonde’s dick in you? Do you think he’d fuck you like this?”
You don’t respond, only small dragged-out moans as he started to pound into your pussy. The sound of skin slapping filled the room. Pure ecstasy filled your body, as he filled you. You’d feel it with him deep inside you, squeezing around his cock as he found the most sensitive parts of you.
“Huh?!” He shouted, with an especially forceful snap of his hips. Right after, beginning to speed up and wrapping his flesh hand around your throat. “You thinking about his cock, honey? Be honest, baby, tell me.”
You whined, “no.” Already feeling your eyes start to lull back as you lost yourself in Bucky, he was fucking you like he couldn’t get any closer. Like he wanted to be one.
“Who do you belong to you?”
“Mhmmm.” You drew out, “your. I’m all yours. No one can fuck me — ah! James — fuck me like you. No one.”
“That my good girl.” He cooed, releasing his hand off your throat, and began to drill into you as if his life depended on it. Choked grunts and moans escaped his lips as you squeezed his cock, “now take it, let me fill you up and take it.”
“Oh! Fuck, James!” You shouted, his cock hitting the perfect spot. Filling you up until it felt like he was in your stomach, your eyes closed back as the world became a blur and all you felt was him, you and him. Nothing else matters.
You feel your body grow limp, almost useless as your chest and face fall to the bed and you melt into him. His hand runs down your arch, sending a shiver down your spine as he moans out your name. Hissing as his cock continued to fill you. A dark chuckle left his lips, “they’re we go, baby. Just like that.”
“My sweet girl, you’re so tight around me, so fucking good.” He grunts, rambling on like a madman under his breath. Whines of filthy words and his name leave your throat, whimpers as you plead for more as pleasure shoots through you like a fucking lightning bolt.
Can’t even move against him anymore, you're paralyzed under his rough grasp. His fingers mark bruises on your hips.
“Fuck Bucky! I’m - oh my god - ‘m gonna come. Baby, please.”
It’s then you decide Bucky Barnes is the ultimate fucking asshole when he slowly slides his cock out of you, halting the hard and forceful snap of his hips and you feel empty. So goddamn empty.
His hand goes to rub your pussy, making you ache and whine. “You’re not allowed to yet, baby girl.”
“Fuck you,” you spit. He just shows you a toothy grin and turns you around onto your back, smoothing his hands on your breast, stomach, and waist. You can feel the weight of him on your core, it’s intoxicating.
This entire… relationship was rocky and built in mostly lust and jealous eyes. Late nights and short mornings. But sometimes, and it always took both of you by surprise, romantic gestures and sensual touches would leak through the cracks. So as Bucky leaned down close and took your lips against his, it wasn’t aggressive or dirty. A little passionate but it held an innocence that was unfamiliar to you, but by god - it lit you the fuck up.
You breathed into his mouth, hot breaths and moans as Bucky slowly slid into you. The stretch was delicious, and Bucky was devouring you. Bit by bit.
“Fuccckk.” You moaned, breaking the kiss to let your head lull back into his silk sheets. All you can feel is warmth and fullness as he begins to rock his hips again. Bucky’s pushing against you, his hands on your hips so he fuck you in just the way he likes.
“M’not a fuck toy, Buck.” You tease, and he doesn’t let up, still drilling into and taking pleasure from your body like a feast.
“Aw, baby?” He teases, an almost condescending look on his face as he looks down on you. The metal of his dog tags brushed against your breast. You forgot how lovely that cold sensation was. “You don’t wanna be my little fuck toy?”
He snaps his hips so hard you cry out.
“Let me use you until you’re all full of my cum?”
Another forceful, hard thrust. Your irises roll to the back of your head as your mouth stays wide open.
“So, I’ll fuck you how I please.” Snap. Bucky lets out a grunt before wrapping his mouth around your breast and sucking hard. Biting at your pebbled nipple until you're crying out his name so loud you're sure the party 6 floors down can hear you.
Bucky's tongue is hot and wet and is everything good on earth. You tighten around him and hear bucky wince and groan into your skin, you giggled - soon cut off by a harsh thrust as you choke. But his thrust begins to slow again, he knows you're close and he’s trying to keep you dancing over the edge as long as he can. Not letting you have the pleasure of relief.
“Bucky, let me come, goddamnit!” You choke out, “please, please.”
You hear him chuckle, “begging? Good girl. I’m glad we figured out whos in control here.” One metal hand snakes around your waist and up your back. Pulling your flesh against his chest as he continues to drill into your cunt. Practically splitting you open and filling you with nothing except pleasure, warmth and him.
“Fuck, fuck. Bucky-“ it's so close, to the release. you squeeze around him and he feels it.
“That’s it, doll. I got you.”
“Oh my-“ your legs shake and your body starts to lose all its strength, but Bucky holds you steady. The touch is almost sensual, but you can’t think about that right now. Not when you're slowly letting go.
He swallows your moans as you let go, his hips don’t let up and you feel him close behind you. You begin to think Bucky Barnes fucking you like this, filling you whole with his warmth is the closest thing you’ll get to a religious experience.
Bucky begins to slow his thrust, a mixture of your juices filling you, coating both his and your thighs.
“I got you, I got you, baby girl.” Bucky whispers into your ears, sounding breathless as his chest rises up and down. Similar to you, your head falls into the crook of his neck and stays there as you slowly ground yourself back to reality. His thumb smoothed over your back, still holding you close and inside you.
“You’re okay,” his voice softened “where is my girl at?”
“M’tired.” You whine, Bucky smiles and slowly pulls out of you. The lack of fullness and warmth makes you chase after his touch, a really pathetic and weak attempt, too. But Bucky doesn't let go, slowly moving so he could hold you securely against his chest and lie down.
It grows very quiet for a while, like most of the time. You’ve come down from your high, half expecting Bucky to up and leave once he knows you’re mentally okay. But he stays, his arms still wrapped securely around you and smoothing your skin. Just breathing together and in a bliss silence, naked and flush against each other.
The pit in your stomach grows larger and larger, anticipating when he will leave the bed. And as he stays longer and longer, you know it will hurt more when he finally lets his side of the bed cold and leave you alone. You wished you could let go of these silly feelings, knowing they will never grow to be anything else besides some possessive little fuck every now and then. You wish you could be more to him than —
“Can we stop doing this?”
Your thoughts come to halt, you can’t move, can’t speak. What does that even mean? Bucky's breathing heavily on your neck, not from the exercise of sex, no no- this is, he’s nervous. You're almost glad you can’t see his face.
“Doing what?” You ask.
Bucky gulps, “this game.” He sighs, sounding almost pained as he speaks, like some sacred confession that hurts him in the gut to say out loud. “The jealousy and the spite towards each other, only seeing each other when we want to fuck. I- I don’t like it anymore, it doesn’t feel good.”
Your eyebrows furrow, swiftly turning to face him. Bucky looks pained, and tortured. He bites his lip and you suddenly feel speechless. Trying to gauge a sense of his emotions, what he’s feeling, and trying to grasp your head around what he is saying.
“What are you saying Bucky?”
His Atlantic blues tear holes into you, and for a second, it almost looks like he wants to cry.
“I love you.”
Your eyes blow wide open, a small gasp leaving your mouth. “I-“
“You don’t—“ Bucky sigh, closing in on himself as he begins to regret even opening his mouth. “You don’t have to say it back, or say anything. I just wanted you to know.”
I just wanted you to know.
You blink once, twice, maybe a third time before a small sigh leaves your lips. Looking down and away from Bucky's eyes that couldn’t let you think, you gulp.
Now or never?
Sweet lips slant against yours, swollen and pink as your hand wraps around bucky's neck, tugging at his brunette locks. You feel Bucky's signature Cheshire grin grow against yours. His hands never left your body, still rubbing at your soft skin. The kiss is so innocent and full of love that it’s almost uncomfortable for a second between you two, so unfamiliar.
There’s a little slobber on Bucky's lips when you part, he’s smiling like a kid in a candy shop. His eyes practically twinkle and you realize he looks quite charming like this.
“I love you, too. I think I have for a while now.”
Bucky pulls you back into a kiss, a sweet and loving kiss.
After another much more loving round of sex, one you wouldn’t even call fucking because it was nothing close to that. No, you make love with Bucky for the first time and it was utterly liberating. His arms stayed wrapping around you as you fell asleep against his chest, as he whispered soft and sweet nothing into your ear. You fell asleep loved for the first time.
The next morning was even better, no rushing to get up and away from another. Bucky stayed with his hands around you and softly breathed, “you can sleep, doll. I’m gonna go get some breakfast.”
You hummed and let your head fall back onto the pillow, Bucky ran a hand through his tousled locks and threw his boxers and sweats on. Bare feet padded as he walked into the kitchen with sleep and love apparent on his face.
A few avengers saw it too.
A loud and shrill whistle came from behind Bucky as he poured hot coffee into a black mug, “how’d the game end last night?”
Bucky turned to Sam, biting back a smile, and shaking his head slowly. “No more games.”
“Oh shit?” Natasha and Sam shared a look before Natasha could smirk and let the question dance off her lips. “Who confessed first?”
“I did.” Bucky smiled, god, has he ever smiled this much before?
Sam groaned loudly and slipped Natasha a 20-dollar bill from across the table, a defeated look as she quirked the end of her lip up. “Don’t hate the player, hate the game.”
OMGSHHA I LOVE YOUR BLOG UGHHH this has been on my mind for a little while but keigo breeding reader like crazy because baby boy is in a rut and can’t keep his hands of them he just wants to breed them so good he can’t help itt 😣😣❤️
Can't Help Myself.
𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐬: hawks x gn!reader. minors dni. smut.
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: rut. breeding kink. biting. keigo getting lost in the sauce and trying (failing) to be nice. he can't help himself :(
Your doting boyfriend has always been quite handsy, but lately Keigo's been... Excessive? Desperate, more like.
"Fuck– 'M sorry," he pants above you, eyes glazed over and bottom lip quivering as the tight vice of your body just won't let him go. His tongue feels too heavy for his cotton-dry mouth, his palms clammy as he paws at your chest, neck, hips– anywhere he can get his greedy hands on.
You both know exactly what he's apologizing for, though you don't think it's necessary. He doesn't want to be too rough with his baby, his sweetheart, his lovely darling; but how can he treat you with the tenderness you deserve when wrecking you feels so good? When every backstroke sucks him in like a vice, as if you're just begging to keep him inside and fill you to the brim? Just the thought of your body responding so earnestly, of it begging and ready to be bred sends a sharp current down his spine. It's electric.
And it goes straight to his cock.
How would you look when he's filled you, he wonders? He can't stop his attention from drifting, can't stop himself from visualizing the look of your jaw slack, his name dripping from your lips as he pulls out and obscenely fucks his cum back into you.
The sounds it'd make... The ring it'd form around the base of his cock as he twitches and pumps load after load inside you...
He needs it. He needs it like he needs air to breathe.
It's quite the contrast to his typical giving nature. The thoughtful, attentive Keigo who's gentle fingers would bring you to orgasm at least twice before he even thought about undressing himself is long gone. Gone is the man who'd whisper sweet nothings in your ear as he rocked careful thrusts to the rhythm of the kisses he'd plant on your collarbone, gone is the man who took his time in breaking you down into fits of pleasure only he could give.
He wants to be that for you right now. Honest. He is trying, you know.
His restraint doesn't go unnoticed. There's a pause in his thrusts, a pained look in his eyes as he tries so desperately to take it slow. Each time his hips cant forward, a breathy "hah" escapes his lips and his brow furrows just a bit deeper. He can't push his baby too much, no, but fuck this isn't enough. Tears of frustration burn at his eyes as he holds every cell in his body back from what his instincts scream and beckon him to do.
God help him, he just needs to breed you for all you're worth, just needs a couple loads stuffing you to make him normal. He needs to fuck you like rabbits, sweet and slow be damned.
Little does he know, you've caught on to his predicament. You'll make this good for him.
His breath catches in the cutest squeak when you fist the roots of his hair and yank his head to the side to meet your heated gaze. "You want to be a good boy, don't you?"
Eyes impossibly wide, full of fearful adoration and eager to please, he nods sharply. "Yeah, I–" he fucking whines, leaning his head into the grip you have on his scalp. "Wanna be good." He blinks away the tears sticking to his dark lashes before looking to you for orders.
Pretty little puppy, you swear to god.
"My pretty boy," you coo. He shudders in response, melting and gooey in your grasp. Pliable. "C'mon, Kei, let go for me?"
He winces, shaking his head to free himself from the places his mind is going. He begins to rock his hips again, feathers trembling with barely concealed restraint. He tries to ground himself by mouthing at your exposed chest. It doesn't work.
You roll your eyes. Of course he'd be stubborn; but you know exactly what will bring him to his knees.
Leaning into the crook of his neck, you let out an unabashed moan directly into his ear. He goes rigid.
"Keigo, breed me?" His eyes open wide, breath stopping completely, as if he doesn't want a single sound blocking his focus from your words. "I need you, please– has to be you. No one else." You run your fingers up the expanse of his back, digging your nails into the tender skin. "Fuck me, breed me, do whatever you want–"
He can't take any more. He plants a palm over the headrest with a thud and fucks you with the speed and fervor of a man possessed, a man obsessed.
"Whatever I want, huh?" The far-gone way he slurs the words out has you shivering. You grip his shoulders for dear life, high pitched, pretty little moans settling in his bones. With each punishing thrust, they seem to get louder and louder. Music to his fucking ears, he thinks.
You're close. He can feel it in the way you're squeezing the life out of his cock– greedy for it. You're the perfect little outlet for all his rutting frustrations, and he just wants to take.
When it hits you, you feel the air leave your lungs. You hook your trembling legs across the small of his back, back bowing as you wring and milk his cock for all it's worth. "Thats it, dove– oh, fuck me," his harsh pace never slows, even as you squirm and hiccup beneath his grasp. The fact that your orgasm is pulling him in, like your body itself knows that he's aching to fill you breaks what little restraint he has left.
"Take it baby, need to breed you– inside, inside," he practically babbles into your shoulder, his hips losing focus. He can feel himself throbbing inside you, pumping his hips as he chases his own climax.
When he finally finishes he can't stop shivering and snarling into the skin he's latched onto, the very skin he's sunk his teeth into.
He does good on his promise, indulgently toying with the mess he's created inside you. Mesmerized, he doesn't let you waste a drop, pushing it deeper inside.
You let out a sigh of complete satisfaction, prompting a dazed chuckle from above.
"Oh, no. We're not done here, sweetheart. What was it you said? 'Whatever I want', yeah?"
Authors Note || I’m really sorry if it’s not the best and sorry for responding so late. I got a sudden inspiration to write this during a 4 hour boring lecture. I hope you still like it! It is hot :P And thank you for the kind words <3
Disclaimer || English is not my first language so I apologise for any mistakes or misunderstandings!
CEO!Bucky Masterlist
After a long workday at the office, your husband had come home—kissing your cheek and wrapping his arms around you from behind—finding his place where he belonged.
You felt him instantly relax with his grasp around you and his face nuzzled in your neck—finding his comfort there. The stress of the day washed away slowly as he basked in the lovely presence of his wife.
“God, I’ve missed you so much,” he mumbled against your skin, sending shivers down your spine.
You hummed lovingly as you placed your arms on top of his. “I missed you too. I’m glad you’re home, baby. I was about to make some dinner,” a display of ingredients laid out on the kitchen counter as you were deciding what to make, “is there anything particular you fancy?”
“How did I get so lucky?” He mumbled as he peppered loving kisses across your tender skin, making you purr in approval. His arms tightened around you in an affectionate grip. “How did I get so lucky in coming home to the most beautiful wife in the prettiest dress? And the promise of a warm and delicious meal?”
Your peaceful and quiet moment was interrupted by his phone ringing. Bucky groaned in annoyance as he released his hold on you, while you whined in protest.
“I’m sorry, honey, I need to take this,” he sighed as he walked away, leaving you alone and with no answer on what he wanted to eat.
About 5 minutes later, he had not returned, so you went on a search to find him.
He was in his office, of course, and you peeked into the room to see him pacing back and forth while still talking on the phone. He looked a bit frustrated, annoyed, as he ran his hands through his short hair. His face appeared cold and harsh as he spoke.
You hated seeing him like this. But you knew of a perfect way to possibly cheer him up. Make him feel better. Dinner could wait.
Softly, you knocked on the door in case he didn’t want interruptions. Once he saw it was you, a smile displayed on his face as he waved you in.
“… yeah… yeah… Ok, let’s have a meeting then if that’s necessary… alright, we’ll talk soon… bye.”
Once he was done, you wrapped your arms around his neck and brushed his skin with your thumbs. He sighed in relief as he placed his hands on your hips and leaned his forehead on yours, closing his eyes.
“What’s wrong?” You murmured.
“An emergency meeting. We need to review some last-minute information for our newest contract.”
“When?”
“In 15 minutes. Over the phone.”
You frowned at hearing the defeat in his tone. He was tired. He had a long day. All he wanted was a warm meal and then to spend the rest of the evening cuddling with you.
“I may have an idea to cheer you up. If you’re up for it?”
“What do you have in mind?” He raised his eyebrow while a smirk tugged on his lips.
You brushed his ear with your lips as you spoke filthy and tempting words and promises.
He groaned in approval and gripped your hips tighter as you reached the pinnacle of your seduction.
“15 minutes? Oh, baby, I can make you come and scream on my cock in 5.”
You squealed in excitement as he turned you around and bent you over the desk. He leaned over as he left open-mouth kisses on your neck and shoulders, making a flow of shivers run down your entire body. His clothed cock pressed up against your ass as he grinded his hips into yours, making you whine at feeling his hardness.
A soft moan was muffled against your mouth as you gripped the back of his neck and turned your face to kiss him passionately. Your tongues brushed and caressed through the messy kiss.
“Fuck,” you mewled against him as his fingers found your covered folds, stroking and playing with your aching clit through the damp material.
“So wet for me, baby.” He groaned as he nipped your bottom lip. “Good girl. Fuck, I can’t wait to bury myself in your tight and warm pussy.”
He hiked your dress up and pulled your panties down to your knees. He fumbled with his belt to get his pants off, pulling them down just enough for his cock to spring free.
You moaned as his bulbous head nudged your opening, covering himself in your slickness as he teased.
“Put it in, baby,” you pleaded in an exhale against his parted lips as you dug your nails into the skin of his neck.
With a rumbling groan, he pushed through the barrier of your tightness with his thick girth, making you shut your eyes and gasp at the stretch.
“God, you're so tight,” he moaned as he rested his forehead on your shoulder. “Fuck.” He cupped your neck and turned your face to his again. Making you gaze into his lust-filled eyes.
Once he was nestled deep, making you feel the entity of him against your velvet walls, you both let out a sigh of satisfaction at being connected in the most explicit way.
He pulled out slowly and then rammed inside of you again, making you jerk forward on the desk with a gasp of surprise.
He was quick to fuck you in long and deep strokes, not holding back, brushing his swollen head against your sweet spot with each thrust, making electricity flow through your nerve endings. The sound of his hips slapping against your backside and your ragged breaths was the only music playing in the room.
You pulled him down to your lips and kissed him hurriedly—messy and erotic, spit and tongue, as you kissed till you were breathless. The sounds of pleasure were muffled against each other.
Your eyes rolled back, and you gasped against his open mouth as his fingers found your clit again, stimulating the deprived nerve in tantalizing circles.
With the way his cock penetrated your tight walls to perfection, the tip of him plunging against your sweet spot, and now his fingers on your needy nub, you were about to fall over the edge any second due to the overstimulated pleasure.
Bucky’s promise was not far off. He would indeed have you coming and screaming on his cock in record time.
“Come for me, baby. Let go. Let me feel you.”
You dug your nails into the back of his neck as the tightness in the pit of your stomach reached its pinnacle. You cried his name and a series of curses as you came hard. Convulsing against the desk as you released all of the pleasure throughout your body.
As your fluttering walls squeezed his twitching length, he buried himself deep inside and snapped quick strokes into your quivering pussy. His balls tightened, and he emptied himself into you with guttural moans and groans.
With messy thrusts, he moved against you till you both were thoroughly satisfied.
You collapsed into the desk. The cool wood was soothing against your warm cheek. Bucky left a series of kisses on your clammy neck as you both calmed down.
“Fuck, that was so good, babydoll. Thank you.”
You hummed a giggle. “You never told me what you wanted for dinner, honey.”
“Dinner? How about you display that pretty pussy on the table and let me eat you instead after the meeting? You are the only meal I ever need to taste,” he groaned in your ear, making your walls flutter around him again in anticipation of having his tongue on you soon.
“Dinner coming right up.”
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imagine being AFO and hearing this shit while trying to take over society:
Dabi: I CHANGED YOUR DIAPERS AND THIS IS HOW YOU REPAY ME? Ungrateful piece of shit.
Shouto: WELL I DIDN'T ASK YOU TO
Dabi: I should've left you to drown in your own shit like the little fucker you are
Shouto: *le gasp*
Fuyumi: Nii-san tf are you talking about you refused to even be 10 meters near a poop infested Shouto
Shouto: *le gasps even more*
Natsuo: Well atleast we all know dear ol' dad can't even say he held us once as a baby
Enji: *continues to be the pathetic old man having a mental breakdown in the middle of the battlefield*
I just know AFO and the other pro heroes are tired of this family's drama. Hawks looks at them and wonders if is it really worth it to join the family of dramatic bitches just for the chance to fuck their batshit insane first son.
hawks: *trying to eat his chicken nuggets like a normal person*
dabi, in a voice of nature documentary narrator, hiding behind the couch: you can spot a dangerous predator in its natural habitat eating its hunted prey-
hawks: cut it.
dabi: predators of this kind never stop being vigilant-
hawks: seriously, dabi, stop it.
dabi, continuing: sometimes they can't control their instincts even while eating and hunt for their next prey-
hawks: i swear, you are about to be the next prey if you won’t stop.
dabi: the unpredictability of this species does not allow you to-
hawks, spreading his wings and swooping down on dabi like a real hawk: you asked for it!
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