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Summary: Bucky wakes up needy and wants to play during a zoom call.
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader
Warning: smut, daddy kink, degrading language, cockwarming, unprotected sex
Groans were filling the room as Bucky’s clothed hard on pressed against your ass. His mouth latching onto your neck and leaving small hickeys as you started to stir from your sleep. Your boyfriend had woken up before you and couldn’t get enough of your soft, sleepy figure basked in the morning light.
“Good morning, princess...” Bucky grumbled heavily, as he dragged his cock up and down your panty clad ass. Your eyes slowly starting to open as you feel your boyfriend’s figure wrapped around you. His arm draped around your waist, cock against your ass, and lips never leaving your neck for more than a second.
“Mornin’” you casually replied as Bucky continued his actions. It wasn’t the first time Bucky woke up hard and horny. So, you were not surprised.
“Need you, my little one—“ you blushed lightly at his words and even considered helping Bucky out as his hands went up your shirt and started to play with your breasts. He cupped them in his hands and skillfully pinched your nipples which made you push your ass against his cock.
“Fuck— baby, no... I have to get to class soon... stop.” You breathed heavily as your nipples began to harden. You didn’t really want him to stop but you also couldn’t afford to miss another class.
Bucky groaned lightly in annoyance, kissing your neck, cheek, and then lips.
“Fine.” He pouted lightly. God, he looked so cute. No! This was him trying to make you stay in bed. Did he not understand if you kept doing this, you would not be able to graduate?
You sucked in your bottom lip, stroking your boyfriend’s cheek. “Promise, I’ll take care of you later, daddy” you said sweetly before kissing his lips deeply and then rolling out of bed. Bucky smirked, slapping your ass in compliance. He watched as you left the room, grabbing his phone and lazily stroked himself under the covers.
You hurried out to get ready for your morning day. Even though you would keep your camera and microphone off, you still wanted to look presentable just in case your professor called on you. After you finished your morning duties, you grabbed your laptop and threw yourself onto the couch, dialing into the zoom call. Your professor beginning to start her discussion on the lesson.
As the minutes went by, you heard your phone ping. You quickly looked over to see Bucky had texted you.
“I’m literally down the hallway... why is he texting—“ you mumbled to yourself before dropping your jaw as you opened the text. Bucky decided to send you a picture of his metal hand wrapped around his cock. The tip red and oozing of pre-cum. You held in your moans quickly checking the laptop to see if you were still muted. You then received a message.
Bucky: princess... how much longer?
Bucky: babe, come on... I don’t want to go over there and interrupt. Can you at least warm my cock?
You bit your lip in hesitation before sending your text.
Me: hurry up, YOU’RE making me miss important information.
You sighed heavily, placing your phone on the table and before you could even turn your head Bucky was coming into the living room completely naked. You tried your best to keep your composure, swallowing thickly as Bucky strides towards you.
Bucky playfully puts his fingers over his lips and then points to the zoom call. You roll your eyes playfully.
“I’m on mute, you idiot.” You look up at him as Bucky raises an eyebrow and smirks, before sitting next to you and grabbing you instantly, placing you on his lap. You squeal as he rubs you through your shorts.
“We both know you wanted this” Bucky mumbles darkly into your ear as his hands start to pull down your undergarments. You moan softly at his actions, getting wetter by the second.
You knew your camera and microphone was turned off but the excitement was somehow turning you on. Bucky chuckles as he hears your heartbeat quicken. He sinks you down onto his cock as the both of you moan out in pleasure.
“My pretty girl warming up her daddy’s cock as she does her schoolwork” Bucky cooes licking a stripe up your neck. “So naughty” your cheeks begin to burn.
“You’re lucky I don’t have to speak in this class” you declare through your teeth as your walls begin to clench around him. Bucky grunts as he starts to massage your hips. He then kisses your neck pretending to listen to the class with you but the only thing on his mind was your pussy.
“So tight...” Bucky whispers as his hands trail down to your mound but you grab his wrist. You give him a look before pushing his hand away and resting your head against his shoulder desperately trying to concentrate.
Delicate kisses again started to press against your shoulders and neck.
“I can teach you this in my sleep” you snort lightly and roll your eyes at his statement as Bucky watches the small computer screen with you. As the minutes go by, the voice from your professor begins to drown out and the only thing you could focus on was Bucky filling you up. And he definitely noticed. The way you begin to squirm lightly and your nails digging into his thighs.
“What is it, princess? Talk to daddy” he teased, chuckling lightly as his hands went back to your mound but this time you didn’t push his hands away.
“I need you...” You mumbled knowing the tables have turned in his favor and Bucky lit up like a Christmas tree, spreading your legs with his.
“Of course, you need daddy” his thumb finding its way to your clit and rubbing it slowly, you bucked your hips instantly, walls clenching around him.
“Say the word, I’ll start moving” you nodded a little too excidently at his words, shutting your laptop, Bucky’s eyebrow raises as he shoots you a look.
“Baby, but your grades—“
“Oh, like you fucking cared. Just fuck me!” And with those magic words, Bucky grabs your throat and thrusts up hard into you, earning a moan from the both of you.
“Fuck! Finally!” Bucky shouts before grabbing your hips and lifting you up, causing you to whimper from the loss of feeling full. He shushes you, turning you around so your chest faces his. He stands up, wrapping you around his waist as he heads back to the bedroom.
Bucky pulls you in for a tongue filled kiss as he throws you onto the bed. He wastes no time by taking off your shirt and entering you fully once again. His thrusts starting off slow as you grab onto his shoulders. His mouth latches onto your breast, as his tongue swirls around the hardening bud. The room which was once filled with your professor’s voice was now filled with moans and groans.
“You like when daddy fucks you early in the morning like this, huh? What a pretty girl trying so hard to be a good girl for your professor but daddy’s cock was just too much” he boasts releasing from your breasts and looks into your eyes filled with lust. His thrusts getting sloppier by each second. He grabs onto the headboard with one hand as his metal fingers find your clit. The cold metal making you choke and Bucky smirks heavily, rubbing you faster and faster.
“Don’t worry, daddy is going to make sure you pass all your classes” you whimper heavily feeling the familiar knot in your stomach starting to form. Bucky feels it to as he’s barely finding the ability to keep up with his thrusts. You start clawing at his back, your orgasm coming in any minute with his metal fingers and hard thrusts finding the right spot.
“Daddy, I’m going to cum—“
“I’m right with you, princess. Cum with me!” he cups your face and kisses you deeply as you release, your eyes rolling back in pleasure. Bucky follows shortly after a few thrusts. He shouts out a groan as he fills your walls with ropes of his cum.
Bucky pulls you in, your sensitive nipples pressing against his chest. His head falls into the crook of your neck and he nips on the skin whispering sweet nothings.
“Thank you, princess. I needed that...” he says softly in your ear, leaving butterfly kisses on your shoulder. Your hands find a way through his hair as the two of you calm down from your high.
“God, I hope I don’t fail” you laugh lightly against him, in reality you were worried but for now you decided to relax in your boyfriend’s arms filled with carefree bliss.
Summary: Cops are called after a noise complaint. The town’s sheriff arrives at your Halloween Party.
Pairing: Modern Day Lee Bodecker x Reader
Warnings: smut, oral sex (male), degrading language, manipulation, age gap (reader is 20)
Parents gone for the weekend.
What better way to celebrate Halloween? It’s a small town and your house was the ideal place for a party!
“Are you okay?” You questioned as your best friend pointed to the window.
“Hello... don’t tell me you’re hiding from your ex” you laughed trying to lighten the mood as she shook her head.
“No. Worse. I think someone called the cops” Your friend bit her lip, as she grabbed her purse.
“Look, I don’t need to get some ticket by the sheriff. I think I’m just going to head out before he comes.” You sighed lightly at your friends words.
Great! Leave me here with this mess, even though you helped plan the damn party.
Before you knew it, the siren of the sheriff’s cop car alerted everyone. Some of the less drunken students got the memo and began to scatter away. While others, truly didn’t give a damn.
You groaned lightly, peeking through the blinds of the window to see Sheriff Bodecker exit his car.
You watched as he walked with confidence towards your front door. Your eyes roaming him from top to bottom. He could definitely manhandle you if he wanted. Clearly, he was way too old for you.
But god, did he look good in a uniform.
“We meet again, Miss Y/N. You know I thought after your first year in college, you would have learned your lesson” Bodecker explained but the only thing you could concentrate on was the way his tongue played with the toothpick in his mouth.
Your eyes fixacted on the other ways he could put his tongue into use.
“Y/N”
You try to hide your blush before meeting his eyes. “Sorry Sheriff... What’s the problem here?” You question shyly, your arms crossed as you lean against your front door.
He licked his lips, his eyes roaming your body lingering a little too long on your breasts. Maybe that was your fault as you decided to dress up as a sexy devil, the outfit exentuating your breasts dangerously so.
He chuckles dramatically. “You drunk, darlin’... because that’s a stupid question if you ask me”. You choke on his words, your face feeling hot.
“Got a noise complaint. It is Halloween after all.” Lee casually states, stepping in close as he tries to peek into your house. His hands press on your hips and you could smell his cologne.
“Mind if I check the premise” He raises an eyebrow. “Unless you’re hiding something from me...” You shake your head, widening your door, as your house is now empty. The last stranglers leaving through the back door.
Lee steps inside. Empty red cups carelessly thrown on the rug and table. Busted beer cars on the side. Even accessories from people’s outfits are on the floor. He shakes his head as he kicks the can.
“Quite some party you had, darlin” You cross your legs from the way his new nickname for you, rolls off his tongue.
“Now, where is he?” You furrow your eyebrows, watching Lee’s movements as he enters the kitchen. He places his sheriff hat on the counter. You follow behind him.
“Who?”
“Your boyfriend.”
You start to clean up the cans off the floor. Embarrassed by the mess from the party. “In my dreams” you simply state, laughing nervously as you dump the cans into a garbage bag.
Lee walks behind you, trapping you between the kitchen counter. He lifts your chin up, his blue eyes boring into yours. Goosebumps shooting up on your skin.
“Now, don’t lie to me” his voice becomes lower and rougher. “Someone has to be takin’ good care of this cunt. Maybe Arvin Russell... he’s about your age” You gasp at his words, your body becoming tense as you fingers wrap around the marbel counter.
Lee spreads your thighs in an instant, his slight hard on throbbing against you.
“I leave you with too many warnings. I think this time, you return the favor” he smirks slyly, his thumb stroking your cheek and then your lips. You open your mouth slightly and Lee pushes his thumb inside. Your tongue swirling around him as his eyebrows jump up in suprise and a smirk grows on your face.
You weren’t expecting this for the night, but you craved Bodecker for the longest.
Always imagined how he tasted, how good he was in bed. Lee was right. He gave you multiple warnings throughout your college years. Your friends stating the Sheriff had a weird secret obsession with you.
“He’s a sad lonely fuck, Y/N! His wife left him and now he probably jerks off into Pepsi Cups to the thought of you!” You shook your head and covered your ears. “Guys stop! You don’t know what you’re talking about” Your friends scoffed at your foolishness.
Lee palms himself lightly as you suck on his thumb. Before you knew it, you were popping off his thumb and ready to suck something bigger. You bit your lip in hesitation before sinking down on the hardwood floor. The outline of his cock pushing against his trousers.
“Don’t act like you didn’t want this for the longest. I see the way you look at me. Come on, take out my cock, darlin. Play with it.” He breaths in deeply as his hands find their way through your hair.
You fumble with his zipper before pulling him out, your eyes widening at the size. Holy shit... Lee’s eyes darken, grabbing his cock and dragging it against your lips before he uses his cock to slap your cheek. You moan in ecstasy as His pre-cum smears on your lips. You lick your lips before gently sucking on his tip.
Lee groans roughly before pushing himself in your mouth. You whimper lightly as his hand grips your hair pulling it into a makeshift ponytail.
It felt good but so wrong. Your knees digging into your floor as you gave a blowjob to your Town’s sheriff. Nevertheless, you pumped the rest of his shaft but Lee wanted more. He starts finding a frantic rythm causing you to gag.
“Fuck—! You like my big cock.. better than these college boys! Yeah, it is!” He praised thrusting in and out of your mouth as he threw his head back in pleasure. “Just like that, taking my cock like a good little whore” His cock hitting the back of your throat with each thrust, as tears ran down your eyes.
“I always knew you were good for something darlin’, gunna cum in that pretty mouth and you’re going to fuckin’ swallow it all” You whimpered at his words. Your mouth being used as his personal fuck toy.
He rolled his eyes back getting closer to his release before pulling out of you. Your appearance was messy. Mascara running down your face. Your saliva and his pre-cum connecting from your lips to his cock. You looked up at him panting softly, your thighs rubbing against yourself wishing they could get their own release.
“Stick your tongue out, gunna paint your mouth and face” he spat, as he pumped himself fast you opened your mouth fully.
“Fuck— I’m cumming!” His release falling onto your tongue and face. You swallowed him all, even dragging your fingers across your cheeks and sucking on any last remnants of his cum.
You stood up quickly, your nails raking over his body. You wanted more. Kiss him. Have him touch you.
Anything.
Lee stroked your cheek lazily, looking at you with lustful eyes.
“My turn?” You dared to ask, tilting your head as you gave him innocent eyes. You leaned in to kiss him but he pushed you back by your hips.
“What—?”
“This is your punishment, darlin” he put his half softening cock back into his boxers, lifting up his trousers and zipping himself up. He grabbed his sherrif hat from the counter and placed it on his head. You whined lightly at his actions following him like a little puppy.
“That’s not fair-! You can’t just—“ you huffed dramatically. Your hormones spiking up with each move.
“Shit, don’t be so dramatic” he slapped your ass roughly before casually heading to your living room. You gasped stopping in your tracks. His cocky attitude peeking through.
“Now I don’t wanna hear another complaint, or Sheriff Bodecker will have to come back again and teach you another lesson.”
“Oh— And Happy Halloween.” He winked at you before striding out your house like nothing had ever happened.
You teased him all throughout the party. Dancing with multiple men and leaving him to watch. Bucky waited until he got his chance to have his hands on you. You couldn’t even pass Bucky without him easily grabbing you, your drink clashing onto the floor.
Bucky roughly squeezed on your ass causing you to moan out loud. His hands stayed firmly on your ass as the two of you locked lips and slipped in the tongue. Bucky wanted to gain more control and dominance and decided to stand up, picking you up with him. Your legs were now wrapped around his waist as he held on to you with ease.
Bucky easily took you upstairs and until he reached the bathroom, the music of the party downstairs could be heard the walls. He pressed your body against the door, as he lips found their way to the top of your breasts.
“You’re so beautiful” Bucky said against your skin as you moaned softly at his actions, your hands tugging on his hair as he groaned in pleasure. As Bucky left bruises and hickeys all of your chest, he looked at you innocently playing with the bottom of the hem of your shirt.
“Should we do it.... here?” Bucky asks but it wasn’t really a question if he was being honest.
“When do I ever get a say in that?” You teased, placing your hands on his chest.
Bucky rolls his eyes playfully and slaps your ass.
“Babe, that’s not what I meant and you know it...” Bucky sucks on your neck, leaving generous hickeys that will be soon noticeable by the time you decide to leave the party. He quickly looked at you with a smirk undoing his belt, leaving himself hardened already in his boxers. Your eyes widen slightly as you noticed his dick print and you bit your lip. He smirks pulling your hips in to grind himself with your clothed core. Before you know it, you’re quickly letting Bucky discard your clothing, leaving you both in just your underwear.
“I can’t believe we’re about to fucking do this right now” Bucky says huskily teasing your core with his thumb through your panties.
“And you’re certainly loving it” he adds on with a smirk against your ear as you moan out loudly, Bucky quickly covering your mouth with his hand. His hands roughly pull you down onto the floor as you let out a gasp followed by a moan as your faced with his hard dick inside his boxers. You pulled his boxers down, revealing his cut cock as it lightly slaps you against your face. You blush heavily as Bucky smirks down at you.
“C’mon baby. Be a good girl for me. For once.” Bucky urged you on, running his fingers through your hair. You wrapped your hand around his cock, pumping it with one hand as you kissed the tip. Bucky hissed lightly, grabbing your breasts skillfully using his fingers to twist on the nub. Your tongue trailed on his shaft, enjoying the taste as Bucky made the decision to push you forward bringing you deeper which caused you to send vibrations on his cock.
“Fuck.... fuck” he groaned, his eyes rolling back as he pulled your hair into a make-shift ponytail creating a rhythm for himself. His cock thrusting in and out of you, occasionally hitting the back of your throat. You could feel he was about to cum, but Bucky quickly pulled you up, leaving a trail of his saliva and Pre-cum from your lips. You blushed heavily and wiped your mouth as Bucky pulled you into a deep kiss by surprise, your body pressed against his. Both of you tasting each other.
“You think they’ll hear us?” Bucky chuckled as he slapped your ass loudly causing you to jump up.
“Bucky!” He smirked at your response gripping your ass which he knew would leave a mark.
“Don’t be a brat, answer me” you blushed and moaned heavily at Bucky’s sudden dominance. You were learning more about his sexual pleasures and definitely enjoying it. He quickly would learn about yours.
“I like being a brat... daddy,” you said pushing away from him, Bucky’s metal arm roughly pushing your back into him.
“Oh, no you don’t go anywhere” he presses light kisses on your shoulders, then your neck and then one final one on your lips.
“Turn around for me, and hold on to the sink” he demanded, his smirk intimidating you. You quickly followed, holding onto the sink as you pushed your ass out, wiggling it against his dick. He held onto your hips, stopping your actions. His hand falling onto your right cheek again. You bit your lip as it was the right amount of pain mixed with pleasure.
“Daddy, please” you moaned softly. He chuckled darkly as he bent down and pressed a kiss against your ass cheek and soothed the skin softly.
“You like that don’t you?” He asked as his fingers made it to you front and quickly rubbed at your clit.
“M’yes” you nodded frantically as you threw your head back at Bucky’s actions. He didn’t want to slide into you right away and hurt you, so instead he dragged one finger inside your wet hole, as his other hand slapped against your left cheek.
“Bucky... I—” the pleasure was too much, as your hand gripped onto the sink. That was Bucky’s cue to slide in and finish the job for the both of you. “Want me to fuck that pretty cunt of your baby? Want me to fill you up?” Bucky asks now rubbing harshly against your clit as his metal fingers thrust in and out of you.
“YES” you moaned loudly. He pulls his fingers out of you and replaces himself with his cock. He leaves no time as he fucks you deep with steady strokes, your hands holding onto the sink as he thumbs press against your hips.
“What are you, baby?” His thrusts getting sloppier by the second, your vision and judgment were getting cloudy from the immense pleasure. You could barely make out what Bucky was saying.
“Answer me!!” He slapped at your cunt lightly, making you twitch. “Yours!!! Your brat! Your cock slut” you whimpered as you opened your eyes slightly, seeing Bucky’s reflection in the foggy mirror of the bathroom.
His eyes were rolling back as his he bit on his lip. His face triggering your orgasm. “Cum for me, my fucking brat” his words quickly helped your orgasm wash over you, releasing all over his cock. Feeling you clench and tighten slightly around his cock, Bucky quickly slid out your cunt and let out an animalistic groan in your ear cumming all over your ass and back.
You sighed heavily, feeling well spent as the two of your chest rose and up down, the two of you not making a word. Bucky pressed kisses lightly on your back and then began to smooth and knead your ass from the spankings from early. He quickly got a wet cloth and cleaned your ass and back.
“I enjoyed that.... a lot...” you said quietly, turning around to face him, your cheeks hot. He smirks lightly, pressing a kiss to your lips and forehead. His eyes widen suddenly as his hand print is left on your ass.
“This was the best sex we ever had” he chuckled as he realized the two of you just finished in the bathroom.
Author’s Note: I was horny and I wrote this as it came from my mind, enjoy :)
Imagine riding Thor’s fingers—the length of them inside you as you grip the sheets, arching your back and moaning as Thor pumps his fingers into you slow, Thor sending light shocks of electricity against the folds of your sex, sending goosebumps up your body.
Imagine Thor holding your thighs in place firmly as he starts to pump faster—faster, sending your legs in an attempted kicking frenzy that fails miserably, achingly miserably, as your sex heats up, your orgasm building and building.
"My love, if you keep squirming, then my fingers won't stay inside you... keep it... down." Thor teased as he groaned the last word, holding your pelvis down as you moaned and whimpered and whined, Thor curling his fingers inside you, and with quick pace too, well aware of the intense pleasure he was giving you, a smirk plastered on his chiseled face.
Thor's fingers pumping into you faster and faster, the creaking of your bed at your New York apartment lightly hitting against the wall, light shimmering in from the curtains shining against your skin as it glistened with sweat—the result of clenching your thighs together... keeping Thor’s hand in place... as you tried to fight against the building orgasm.
Thor simply smirked and glanced up at you, his bright blue, glowing light eyes catching your own with intensity before he gripped your thighs with his large hands and spread them, swiftly slapping your wet cunt; your body jolted and you let out a whimper, the folds of your sex extremely sensitive to it all.
"Please... please don't stop..." you begged, trying your best to look up at the man, whose fingers were tracing gentle shapes at the inner corners of your thighs, before his thumb brushed up against your sex and pinched your clit, tugging it gently.
"Oh beautiful... we haven't even started yet..." he teased heavily, leaning over you and enrapturing your lips in a passionate kiss, his fingers entering you once more, leaving you gasping against the kiss, as his long fingers started to pump in and out of sync, leaving you on edge of when you could cum... and on edge of what to expect...
Summary: After Thor practically saves your ass during a mission, you decide that you should figure out some type of way to pay him back, and the opportunity has definitely presented itself when the two of you find yourselves in his room and your feelings for each other are palpable...
Pairing: Thor x Reader
Warnings: Blowjob, Explicit Language, Unprotected Sex
You bit your lip as you unbuckled his belt and jeans, palming him through his jeans as you slid them down and bit your lip.
Thor looked at you and smirked, groaning in pleasure as you palmed him. You slipped your hands at the hem of his silk boxers, fiddling with them.
"I owe you, Thor..." you said with a sly smirk, looking up at him with your eyes.
Thor smirked and gently pulled on the makeshift ponytail he made with your hair, motioning your face to his cock.
"Then get to work, little one," Thor said, loosening his grip and letting you get to work.
You pulled down his silk boxers and bunched them below his knees, his erection growing powerful as it perked up, meeting the tip of your nose as you doubled over and took it in your mouth sans warning.
It hit the back of your throat, and you held back a gag, saliva spilling over his pink tip as soon as you pulled away, sucking the top half of his shaft.
Thor moaned out lowly in pleasure, hissing as your teeth gently added sensual pressure around the flesh, your tongue wrapping around him like a popsicle melting in the summer heat.
You stuck your ass out towards the door, practically on your knees as Thor laid back on his bed, his hand meeting your hair and gripping it, bobbing your head up and down as you became his puppet, letting him motion your head to any direction he wanted for maximum pleasure.
The tip of his cock hit the back of your throat and you gagged every so often, your eyes watering every time you gagged, and your eyes rolling back as Thor became... more attuned to your velvet throat.
He tossed his head back and groaned in pleasure, mumbling curses in Asgardian as they left his tongue like glorious words.
"Fuck..., you’re incredible!..." he grumbled lowly, thrusting up into your mouth a bit, the creaking of the bed serving as motivation for the sinful act.
The creaking of the bed and the headboard hitting against the wall gained a continuous momentum, getting faster and more in sync, spurring a curiosity your fellow Avengers, particularly in Bruce and Carol, who were working together and preparing for the next mission, next door.
"Are they—"
"It's a bit... slower? And less consistent?...” Carol interjected, cutting Bruce off.
“I think she's giving him--"
"Okay, okay, no more context needed," Bruce said quickly, shaking his head and trying to forget what Carol said, shaking his head in disgust, earning a soft chuckle from Carol as they simply had to continue packing to the sound of a headboard hitting the wall as Thor thrust into your mouth.
The Asgardian eventually settled, his toned chest rising and falling as sweat built up and slicked down his body.
Your mouth was messy with pre-cum and saliva as you pulled off of him with a pop, moaning and looking at him as you took him off with your hand, pumping him as he turned his hands into fists and groaned your name.
"Fuck, Y/N, I'm gonna cum..." he groaned, tossing his head back as it only encouraged you to speed up, smirking a satisfied smile before simply leaving a kiss on his pink tip as you pumped him, the gentle feeling of your lips on his cock sending him over the edge.
He moaned out in pleasure as he came, your mouth quick to open to take him all in; your tongue wrapping around his cock and sucking back on him, wanting to take all he had to offer.
Thor moaned in pleasure and laid back, his cock falling limp as he laid exhausted.
You blushed hard as you watched what you'd done to him.
You were quite experienced with getting him this way.
You crawled over him and slipped your panties off, rubbing your wetness across his cock just to tease him, and get yourself off a bit.
You rubbed yourself against his cock as you opened your mouth and tilted your head down a bit to show him the gift he'd left you in your mouth, some of it spilling the edge of your lip like sweet honey.
"Swallow it for me, little one," Thor mumbled, his thumb going to your clit and folds and rubbing you quickly and with added pleasure, wanting you to enjoy yourself just as much as he did even with the limited time you two had left.
You moaned in pleasure as you swallowed his cum, rubbing your wet cunt against his dick as he rubbed your folds and clit, your wetness spilling onto his hands as your moans fell higher and higher.
"F-fuck—I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum!" you whined, rubbing yourself faster on his cock as it slicked against him, the sound of your wetness actually becoming somewhat prominent against your moans.
"Cum for me, my love," Thor said, groaning as he watched you, loving the sight of you turned on because of him; him and him alone.
Your eyes rolled back and you tensed up, releasing hard as you moaned, squirting a bit on his cock and your wetness spilling itself onto his silk boxers and your panties and his sheets.
You then fell against his chest, your perky breasts only blocked from his chest by a thin throw-on of fabric on your body.
The two of you breathed out heavily, panting softly as sweat glistened on the both of you, leaving you with a fresh, sensual, just orgasmed, sex glow.
“Fuck... that was fantastic,” Thor said, holding you close and pulling you in exhaustedly, chuckling softly as you tangled your legs with his, the sheets being pulled over your bodies, your head on his chest as it rose and fell. Thor then pulled you in more, planting a soft kiss on your head.
“That is was, Thor, that it was...” you said, kissing his neck and chest, before leaning over to capture his lips in a spent, but loving kiss.
“I love you...” you said softly, closing your eyes and resting your body as you lay in bed with the God of Thunder.
“And I love you, Y/N.” Thor said lowly, his strong arms wrapping around your body as he held you tight, the two of you resting your bodies after an exciting session of intimacy.
Lance brought you to the car and leaned in to kiss you on his favorite spot--the hood of his car.
But you pulled away and smirked, getting into the car.
Lance groaned and got in, glaring at you a bit before getting in and buckling up, you doing the same.
Lance started to drive, his right hand falling on your thigh and gripping it.
You gasped suddenly and looked at him.
"Lance--"
"You're a tease, you know that?" Lance said, driving, his hand still on your thigh. You blushed and bit the inside of your cheek, thinking quietly to yourself.
"I'm sorry... Daddy." you dared to say.
Some newfound confidence grown within you, bubbling and boiling and begging to escape you--and now it finally has.
Upon the hearing the word Daddy... Lance was off.
He tightened his grip on your thigh, grunting quietly.
You gasped softly as Lance's hand moved further up, his fingers lingering on your thigh.
He sped down the road, eager to make it to his house.
You sat quietly, catching yourself in internal panic.
You were still a virgin, you hadn't given yourself up to any guy yet... the most you'd ever come to orgasm was through masturbation. So you sat, panicked... but also... invigorated; excited. You had Lance wrapped around your finger, it seemed. He cared for you, you cared for him, and you both knew it. And so when it came to teasing him, you knew he was a mess when it came to your words leaving your lips.
"I'm sorry, sir." you dared say again. Lance tensed up and gripped your thigh tighter.
"Doll, what are you doing to me?" he said with a sly smirk, the drive ending soon once he arrived at an elaborate building, the city lights shining bright and reflecting off the windows of Lance's Porsche.
Lance parked his car and smirked, looking over to the building--clad in metal, glass, and elaborate architectural design, Lance's building was much larger and soared higher than all the others--the largest hill in this concrete jungle of a world--and Lance was the King.
Lance exited his vehicle once he was parked and rounded his Porsche to escort you out.
You stared in awe at the sheer enormity of the building, your eyes widening a bit. Lance noticed your face and chuckled, opening the door for you and offering his hand.
"Come on doll, don't leave me waiting. Especially now," he said, smirking lightly.
You blushed and took his hand, exiting the vehicle, and Lance closed it behind you, leading you inside the building.
Walking inside, you were struck in awe by the architectural beauty of the place--much more overstated than your simple but cozy apartment.
"Wow, Lance, this is--"
"Is it too much?" Lance questioned, cutting you off, his voice laced with a fear of over-impressing to the point of bragging or showing off as he pressed the elevator button.
You looked at him and blushed, smiling at the concern he rarely showed with others.
"No, Lance. It's beautiful. I forget you're rich sometimes." you said playfully, Lance leading you to the elevator once it arrived.
Lance chuckled and smiled, putting his arm around your neck and pulling you in, kissing you deeply as the elevator doors closed.
"Don't let my money intimidate you," he said playfully, smiling against your lips.
You rolled your eyes playfully and gently bit his lip, your confidence rebuilding itself and shining through once more.
"Oh, I won't, Lance Tucker," you said, leaning into the kiss.
Lance groaned and gripped your hips in his large hands, pulling you in. He trailed kisses down your neck and sucked on your skin, leaving his mark on you as he had other times before.
You withheld a moan, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of knowing he was pleasuring you... but you fell weak at the knees, and that was all Lance needed to lift you back up against the elevator wall and kiss you deeply, causing you to release your moan.
Lance slipped his tongue in and growled, biting your lip.
"You drive me crazy," he said huskily, his hands wandering to your ass and squeezing it.
You gasped and pushed your chest forwards, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him in, the stubble from his facial hair tickling your neck.
Once the elevator dinged, Lance grunted and led you out, headed to his apartment number as he struggled with his key.
He stumbled with the key and opened his door, leading you inside.
You bit your lip as Lance led you to his room, your heart racing as to what was going to come next.
Were you ready, were you not? Could you handle the thought of it the next day?
As Lance arrived at his room, he closed the door behind him and led you to his bed. He placed you on it and hovered over you, kissing your neck and adorning his hands over your body, gently feeling you up.
You moaned out and arched your back in pleasure.
So this is what it felt like to be in the arms of a man... an experienced man.
Lance chuckled slyly and pulled away, admiring your body as his eyes fell to your face, then your chest, then your core--and back up again.
You blushed hard and closed your legs as you felt his strong gaze last there for a while.
You pushed yourself up and leaned back against the headboard, his room clean and organized. You blushed and avoided Lance's eyes, remaining quiet, but Lance quickly picked up on this.
"Hey, what's wrong?" he said softly, crawling close to you and lifting your chin as he sat on his hands and knees.
You blushed and lightly shook your head, but Lance wasn't giving in.
"Doll, come on. What is it?... are you not ready?" he questioned, looking at you seriously.
You quickly looked up, about to speak, but Lance spoke first.
"I won't force you, princess. I won't, I'm not that type of guy, and I'll wait it out--"
"I'm a virgin, Lance..." you said softly, looking at him hesitantly.
Lance cut himself short and furrowed his brows, remaining quiet at first, but then looking at you.
"Do you want to do this?" he said, moving in and stroking your cheek. You sighed and looked at him.
"I don't--I don't know..." you said, shaking your head gently.
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have come here," you said, starting to get up and leave the room, but Lance soon stopped you, holding you steady.
"Do you trust me?" he asked you. You looked at him.
"Y-yes, of course, I trust you, but what does--"
“Then please... stay," Lance said, cutting you off.
You looked at him and fought a blush, noticing his growing hard-on.
"But then... how will you--how will you deal with that?..." you said, fighting a smile, but failing.
Lance looked down at his hard-on and chuckled before looking at you.
"I'll figure it out... but for now.... do you trust me?" he said, pulling you in.
You moved in closer to him and nodded.
Lance smiled and nodded, kissing your lips softly before running his hand down across your face.
"Good... then lie back close your eyes," he said, leading you back to sit on the bed.
You hesitantly moved back to the bed, sitting and laying back as you kept your eyes closed.
Lance smirked lightly and straddled your lap in front of you, pulling your shirt up above your eyes, just to cover your eyes, leaving your mouth and nose uncovered.
He then discarded his own shirt, tossing it to the side, before going back to hovering over you.
"Lance..." you said softly, gasping as you felt gentle lips kiss under the carriage of your breasts as he unhooked your bra, Lance sucking on the skin to leave a purple-ish bruise.... his mark on you.
You bit your lip and gripped the sheets, fisting them in your hands and tightening up our legs together as you became overwhelmed with a feeling of heat rising in your body.
"Oh, Y/N... did you honestly think you'd steer me off," Lance said, continuing to kiss you down your stomach, leaving his mark here and there, "Because you were a virgin?" he continued, stopping at your navel as he breathed hot air on it.
Lance glanced up at you with his eyes and smirked a devilish smile.
"If anything, your being a virgin makes me want to pleasure you more, doll..." Lance said, undoing your jeans and gently pulling them off of you, tossing them to the side.
"That way, I can show you how a queen should be treated," he said huskily, nipping at your panties with his teeth.
You gasped and fought back a whimper, goosebumps shooting up your legs as the cold air from the air conditioner ghosted over your nearly exposed lower half.
Those goosebumps also exposed you--Exposed to how turned on you were getting by the second as your pussy started to get hot and wet. All because of Lance...and he hadn't even touched you down there yet.
And you thought to yourself...
'God, is this what sex is like?... Because if it is... I want it.'
Lance smirked and continued to nip at your panties, fiddling with your panties.
"This is sexy... lace... Did you expect to be in my bed, Y/N?" Lance said with a playful, but sexy voice, his fingers starting to trail around the surface of the heated folds of your sex.
You bit your lip and tensed up, your knees bucking together.
Lanced tsked.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk... keep your legs a bit open princess... how else am I going to be able to admire you?" he said, trailing his fingers to the bundle of nerves that was your sensitive clit and gently applying pressure and rubbing at it, watching you eagerly to see if he would get a rise out of you.... he did.
You gasped out and exclaimed a moan, clenching the bedsheets and bucking your hips forward, only to have Lance forcefully push them down and hold you in place.
"God, Y/N, you are an eager one, aren't you?" he said, smirking and rubbing you slow.
You whimpered and nodded, biting your lip, the pleasure of a man's fingers in your sensitive pussy overwhelming you with emotion and pleasure.
"Y-yes I am...sir." you struggled to speak out. Lance heard his favorite word leave your lips and smirked, kissing your core through your panties and gently biting down on your clit, sending a wave of pleasure through you and your wetness to pool between your legs.
You moaned out loudly and your hands found his hair, tangling themselves in it and tugging gently.
"I think you've had enough teasing..." Lance said, tugging your panties down with his teeth. He then growled and tossed them to the side, pulling your hips in roughly to be faced with your glistening cunt.
Lance bit his lip and glanced over to you, still blinded by your shirt. "Do you trust me, Y/N?" he asked.
You bit your lip and nodded, moaning.
"Yes, yes I tru--ahh~!" you exclaimed in pleasure, your eyes rolling back as Lance delved his face deep into you, swirling his tongue around your wet cunt.
That son of a bitch couldn't even help himself.
Lance chuckled proudly at the satisfaction he caused with his experienced tongue, his strong tongue licking a flat stripe against your core, causing your legs to fall further open from the mind-blowing pleasure... pleasure not caused by your fingers, but from a man's lips... your man's lips.
Lance continued his pleasurable assault on your heat, focusing on your clit for a second time as he wound his tongue round and round.
Heavy breaths left your lips from your chest while you gripped the head between your legs through the intense pleasure.
"Yes, oh, yes," you moaned, pushing your hips against his lips as you begged for the man to continue.
Lance growled and wrapped his arm around your hips, keeping your steady in place as he licked continuous, flat stripes against your wet cunt, taking you all in as you only enjoyed the sinful actions.
The consistent rhythm Lance kept up only led to a string of profanities leaving your lips, gripping Lance's hair tightly as you continued to ride your hips against his face, moaning out loudly.
"Fuck, oh, fuck, yes, Lance!" you begged, gasping in pleasure as you tugged at his hair, Lance growling in pleasure and lifting your hips to his face, gripping both of your thighs as he sat up on his knees, devouring you.
As Lance held you, your shirt which covered your eyes, left your face--and at this point, Lance smirked proudly, moving his mouth faster as he was truly able to see how satisfied you really were--through your eyes.
His tongue sent you hurtling toward the climax and just as Lance nibbled gently at your overly-sensitive clit, you were thrown over the edge, clenching every muscle as the bliss rolled and crashed over you, like waves.
You moaned out his name loudly, arching your back and cooed out his title as you came intensely.
"Fuck, thank you sir!" you exclaimed as he continued to hold you practically upside down.
Your orgasm was intense and despite you cumming all over his face, he didn’t stop pleasuring you; his tongue continued to devour you.
At that point, all your strength and energy was dedicated to holding yourself together, and all of his was dedicated to making you fall apart.
Out of all the times you've masturbated, you had never orgasmed this hard... and God was it a blessing.
As you came undone from your intense high, you collapsed down onto the bed, Lance gently tossing your legs down as the two of you breathed hard.
Lance glanced over to you and gently spread your legs, smirking satisfyingly as your wetness slicked down your cunt, gently going in once more to leave a lasting kiss, causing you to whimper in pleasure.
He pulled away and smirked, wiping his mouth and breathing hard as he looked at you before slipping his own pants off and slipping his hand down his boxers, pumping himself off a few times before quickly coming undone at the sight of you; the sight of you well-spent and satisfied.
He groaned in pleasure and laid beside you, breathing heavily as you cuddled into him, laying your head on his chest.
Both of you breathing hard. You fell down onto the bed turning to your side
“God, that was amazing.” You breathed out, blushing hard as Lance took a gentle grip on your ass.
"I should come over more often if this is the treatment I'd get," you said teasingly, blushing hard and looking over at him, smiling a bit.
Lance smirked and nodded, biting his lip.
"God, please fucking do," he said, smirking before going in to adorn your neck with kisses. You smiled and softly laughed, cuddling into him.
Lance kissed your neck and then moved down to your chest, before moving his lips and meeting them with yours.
He bit his lip hesitantly and looked into your eyes.
"I love you, Y/N.," he said.
You blushed hard and looked at him, pausing for a bit and taking in his features and his words--his eyes, his jawline, the way crinkles would appear in his forehead when he furrowed his brows.
You bit your lip and smiled, leaning in and kissing him back deeply, resting your forehead on his.
"I love you too, Lance Tucker," you said softly, burying your face in the crook of his neck, resting your eyes as he held you close, the two of you lying together in bed, listening to nothing but the sounds of each other's breaths and heart-beats.
Request: Can I request some Lance Tucker × reader smut where the reader is lance's protegé and things get heated between them while he trains her?
Summary: After an intense training session, Hope decides to stop by the gym to stir up trouble with you in regards to Lance, the tension in the room trickling down to you and Lance... until you get home, that is.
Pairing: Lance Tucker x Reader
Warnings: Angst, Angry Sex, Explicit Language
Hope and Ben walked out of the gym, Hope storming out much more dramatically than her counter, who somewhat apologetically sauntered off with Hope. The two then got in the car and drove off, the gym sitting in quiet, tense silence.
You sighed and kept your fists clenched, pulling away from Lance as you started to pace, noticing you had garnered the attention of your fellow gymnasts, who stared in silence.
Lance looked over and pinched the bridge of his nose.
"Ladies, there's nothing to see here. Go." Lance said, heading to the door and leading all the girls out, who spoke under their breaths as they left the building.
Lance sighed heavily and closed the door, shaking his head as he looked down, scoffing and heading into his office. He then looked at you and started to approach you and put his arms on your shoulders, but you quickly bit back and pulled away.
"Don't," you said, shaking your head.
Lance furrowed his brows and looked at you, confused.
"Babe, what's going--"
"I don't need your fucking pity and help when it comes to fighting Hope, I can stand my own ground," you said angrily, looking at him.
Lance raised an eyebrow and looked at you, his star athlete and girlfriend—his protegé.
"Pity? What the hell are you talking--"
"Oh please, Lance! Did you honestly think I was supposed to believe that--that act you gave Hope about me? Those lies?!" you said, grunting and pushing him away.
Lance grunted and stumbled back a bit, looking at you.
"Lies? They weren't fucking lies, they were the truth! Why would I lie to Hope about how I feel about you--"
"Because it's how you are Lance! You sleep with women because you like them and you want them! Not because you love them! What, did you think I wasn't gonna get warned when I first came here, Maggie told me everything, how you act!" you exclaimed angrily, looking at him.
Lance furrowed his brows and looked at Maggie and another gymnast, who stood by and glared at Lance, before Lance scoffed and turned around, shaking his head.
"You're all free to fucking leave," Lance said strictly, getting his things. Maggie bit her lip and quickly hurried to get her things, not even bothering to change as she quickly slipped on her sweatpants and sweater, along with her shoes, and looked at the other gymnast, who simply nodded and led her out.
You headed to your things to grab your stuff to follow Maggie but stopped when you heard a stern voice.
"Stop. You're leaving with me." Lance said, walking out to you and leading you out. You looked at him and rolled your eyes lightly.
"I'd rather not--"
"Shut up and let's go," he said strictly, opening the door as he expected you to walk out.
Your eyes widened a bit as he spoke to you.
He had never spoken to you with such sternness before.
But you tossed your bag over your shoulder and headed out to his car as he followed.
Lance popped open the trunk with his car keys and entered the car as you put your stuff in, closing the trunk once you were done putting your gym bag in, and you met Lance in the front seat.
Lance was already buckled up and ready to go. You buckled up without saying a word, as you were quite angry with him yourself, and as soon as you were done, Lance was off.
The ride was quiet and the air was tense. You avoided his eyes and kept them towards your side window as he drove through the city...however, the buildings were not buildings you were familiar with.
You furrowed your brows and squinted your eyes past the darkness and bright city lights to confirm this.
"This isn't the way to my apartment, where the hell are you taking me--"
"Mine. We're not finished talking." Lance simply said.
You scoffed and glared at him.
"Fuck you and your apartment, I want to go to mine, take me to--"
"Shut up Y/N, we're going to mine. I'm not done talking to you and I think by the tone of your voice, you aren't either." Lance said, looking at you.
You narrowed your eyes before rolling them and scoffing, sitting back in your seat.
You thought to yourself, knowing Lance wouldn't stop the car until he arrived at his building.
"This is the second fucking time he's told me to shut up..." you thought to yourself.
You sighed softly and shook your head, remaining quiet for the rest of the ride.
Once arrived at Lance's apartment, you were quick to get out on your own, not wanting anything to do with Lance at the moment, especially if that meant him opening the car door for you, a simple task you could do yourself.
Lance noticed you get out and rolled his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose lightly and muttering a few things under his breath as he headed over to you, walking ahead.
You stayed behind a bit, trying to make a point that you weren't going to head inside with him.
Lance turned around and saw you there, scoffing.
"Fine, you wanna stay outside, you can do so. But it's getting windy and it's pouring, and you probably won't get a taxi or an Uber home; not with this weather and not at this hour." Lance said, turning around and walking off to the elevator of his building.
You clenched your fists and turned to the street, staring at the street a bit as you noticed most of the Ubers and taxis were filled with people who wanted to avoid the nasty weather that was getting colder and the thunderstorm that would happen that night... the thunderstorm that'd already started.
You groaned and headed into the building with Lance, going in and catching the elevator right as it hit the lobby floor.
You entered with Lance, but kept your distance, and looked away.
"You're being petty--"
"Oh hell yeah, I am. And I think I have every right to considering what happened tonight. Why the hell wouldn't you let me swing at her Lance, still trying to defend her or something? She won't fucking stop, ya know! Are you sure she wasn't that great of a lay, because you really seemed to want to prove a point to her--"
"Don't you fucking speak for me, I know what I want and what I want is you. Why is that so fucking hard for you to believe, Y/N?!" Lance said, getting angry as you assumed his words and behaviors for him. You looked at him with wide eyes in disbelief.
"Are you fucking kidding me?! You're Lance fucking Tucker, you could have whomever you want, Lance! Why would you choose me when you literally have other gymnasts waiting for you--" "Because I want you, damn it! I don't care about the other gymnasts, I only care about you! I'm not the same guy I was 13 years ago Y/N!" Lance yelled.
As the elevator landed, you quickly exited the elevator and headed to his room, blocking him out.
Lance groaned in frustration and followed you, opening the door and leading you inside.
You hesitated at first but walked in, tossing your bag down.
"You wanna talk, let's talk about. You wanna know why I don't believe you, Lance? It's like I said before! You could have anyone you want, Lance! Women chase you all the time! And nobody approves of us, do you know how difficult it Is to compete with that Lance!?" you exclaimed.
Lance sighed and shook his head lightly, approaching you.
"I don't look at those other women, Y/N! I don't want to and I don't have to. And people have started to accept our relationship, and if they don't, fuck them! Why do we need other people's approval to be happy?" Lance questioned. "I know you're angry about what I said about the sex, but I don't regret it because I meant it--"
"Lance, come on! You know what, I can't with this anymore!" you said, pushing him away.
Lance grunted and pulled you in, trying to prevent you from lashing out on him, but that only triggered it more.
"Let go of me, Lance!" you exclaimed, fighting against him.
Lance only pulled you in closer as you tried to fight against him, causing you to grunt and turn around in his arms and slap him hard as he refused to let you go, your hand connecting hard with his face. It was quick and sudden, and you hadn't really realized what you'd done until you did it, and you yourself were in shock about it. Lance grunted in the after-phase, his face red and stinging from the impact of your slap.
He looked over at you and lightly rubbed his cheek before, his eyes having looked a bit darker now--as if mixed with something mischievous.
He smirked and chuckled softly, lightly rubbing his chin and shaking his head. "Tsk, tsk, tsk... you shouldn't have done that," Lance said, looking at you.
You blushed hard but remained serious, scoffing and rolling your eyes and you turned to leave the Post-Olympian standing, but as you started to walk away, Lance stopped you and pulled you into him, encapturing you in a heated kiss and gripping your shoulders, his large hands holding you in place.
You tried to fight back against him, you were angry at him... or at least, you were trying to be... it wasn't really working, and proof of that was evident as your resistance fell weak into submission, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him in, deepening the kiss.
Lance grunted against the kiss and lifted you up off your feet, supporting you by gripping your thighs and holding you.
You pulled him in close and pressed your hips up against him, gently biting down on his bottom lip and tugging on it, moaning softly.
Lance groaned and looked at you, smirking.
"Where'd you learn that from?" he asked slyly.
You rolled your eyes and blushed, fighting a smile.
"Shut up," you said.
Lance chuckled and smirked, leading you to his room and avoiding obstacles as he held you steady.
Lance quickly closed the door behind him and pinned you against the wall, grunting and running his hands up your sides, kissing your neck hungrily.
He growled lowly in pleasure and sucked on your neck, causing you to moan an outcry of pleasure.
You gently pushed him away and removed your top, tossing it to the side.
Lance looked at your chest and smirked a sexual smile, his hands quickly undoing your bra to catch your breasts in his mouth, his large hands gripping them and kneading them as he sucked heavily on them.
You moaned out in pleasure and melted into putty as Lance continued the assault on your breasts, bracing the wall to keep yourself stable.
"Fuck, Lance--!" you moaned out, earning a chuckle and a groan of satisfaction from Lance as he pulled away and led you to the bed, dropping you on it before standing back and relinquishing himself of his clothes, his shirt coming off first as he tossed it to the side.
You bit your lip and moaned, gripping your breasts as you pleasured yourself in front of him, watching his body as it flexed and tensed with every subtle movement.
Lance stared at you and removed his pants...revealing a very sexual tattoo.
He had the gold, and it sure as hell wasn't a fucking medal, but God, was it big.
Lance smirked as he presented himself, his hands falling in front of his tattoo proudly.
You bit your lip and crawled your way over to him, sitting up on your knees.
"Seems I missed out on the real prize," you said sensually, running your nails up his chest.
Lance hissed in pleasure and tossed his head back before looking at you, gripping your waist and pulling you in before laying you down on the bed roughly.
"Not for long, doll," he said, smirking.
You smiled and blushed, laughing as you pulled him in and down with you, wrapping your still clothed legs around his hips. Lance made quick work to remove your pants, laying you down and making his way down your body as he left kisses down your chest and stomach, all to lead to your core, which was slicked with your wetness as heat started to gather down below the closer Lance got.
Lance fiddled with the hem of your panties, gently nipping the skin right above your navel... and right in between your thighs.
You clenched your bedsheets and whimpered in a mix of pleasure and sexual frustration as Lance continued to tease you.
"Damn it, Lance, just pull them down already!" you begged, your voice faltering as you felt a pinch on your clit and jerked your hips up with a whimper.
"Patience, doll. Or you'll never get what you want." Lance said, stroking your clit with his thumb.
He looked up at you and smirked, winking before he headed to your panties and pulled them down with his teeth, his lips gently grazing your wetness as he held your panties in his mouth and tossed them away.
He then kissed up your legs, admiring your body as he whispered compliments.
"How could you think I'm lying about my love for you..." he said as he went up your legs.
You arched your back and gripped his bedsheets, feeling his tongue graze against your inner thigh before flicking the bundle of nerves at the tip of your core.
You moaned out loudly as the sensitivity erupted from inside you.
Your moans triggered something in Lance as he went in for the kill, delving his tongue in deep within you, eating you out as if you were his last meal.
His lips went up to your clit and he kissed it harshly.
His tongue moved up and down your folds with expertise and precision--he knew what his goal was.
"Oh fuck, Lance!" you moaned out, something out of a pornographic film leaving your lips as he finally gave you what you'd been wanting.
His tongue swirled around the folds of your sex while his nose nudged your clit.
His eyes watched up at you, clearly satisfied with what he was causing in you.
Lance held you down roughly with his forearm as you squirmed beneath him.
Lance continued his assault on your pussy as his mouth ravishingly attacking your clit sent shockwaves through your body... you were coming close to cumming, and he'd barely been on you.
But God was he skilled!
The pressure built up in your body was so intense, your legs began to shake as you came close.
You whimpered in pleasure and clamped your thighs around his head, bucking your hips forward as you begged him to continue.
"Don't stop!" you begged.
You'd never wanted to cum more in your life. Lance smirked and spread your legs, holding them in place as he licked fast stripes up your wet cunt, eliciting loud moans out of you.
You arched your back high as you came to release, your eyes rolling back as you moaned out loudly, releasing your heavenly juices onto his face.
His dinner had been served.
He quickly lapped you up and groaned in pleasure, nibbling on your clit and sucking it heavily as you shook beneath him, continuing your release.
Lance discarded his boxers and sent his hand going down to his length, pumping himself as your body fell on the bed with a thud, your orgasm having been an intense one.
Angry Lance was a God-sent.
Lance headed up to kiss your eager lips, moving your hair out of your eyes as he captured your lips once more; you tasted your own sweetness covering his face and the feeling was intoxicating.
You breathed heavily and whimpered in pleasure as you took Lance in your own hands, pumping in yourself.
Lance grunted as he hovered over you, hissing in pleasure as profanities left his sinful lips.
Lance kissed you deeply, his hands finding your hips and gripping them before he pulled away for air.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" he asked softly, kissing your neck gently.
You looked at him and nodded, kissing him deeply with a kiss filled with passion and love and lust.
You wanted him... you needed him.
You blushed and ran your hands through his hair, tilting your head so he could have better access to you as he moved from your lips to your neck.
Lance kissed you down your collarbone and sucked on the skin there before you nodded, gasping in pleasure.
Before the night was over, you'd have love-bites all over, you were convinced.
Lance smirked and kissed you deeply before aligning himself with your core, gently rubbing himself against you and moaning in pleasure against the kiss.
You tugged on his hair and ran your nails down his back as he teased you.
Lance then eased his way into you slowly, kissing you deeply to distract you from the pain he knew would come.
You kissed Lance back but dug your nails into his back as he went in slow, shutting your eyes tightly and trying to bare through the pain and pressure that was being applied to your lower half.
Lance groaned as he entered you, hissing.
"Fuck, you're tight!..." he grumbled, gasping before he pulled out again slow, trying to get you adjusted to his size.
Your walls tightening at the feeling of him, moaning as his slow thrusts began to feel pleasurable, and with that, you whispered sensually in his ear, gently nipping at it.
"Faster... please..." you begged.
Lance smirked and he began to pick up his pace, repeatedly slamming into you as he sped up.
His face was contorted into one of pure pleasure, his lips forming a perfect O shape as you clenched around him.
You gasped in pleasure and strew profanities out loudly, meeting his hips with your own as he thrust.
His gaze stayed fixed strongly on your features that were shocked at the feeling--intoxicated by the feeling of pure pleasure he was causing you.
The sounds coming from you were pure filth.
The sounds of his hips slapping against yours, and the moans that filled the room was enough to wake the neighbors... but also make them think if they wanted to join in.
You then gripped his shoulders and moaned, flipping him over and sitting up on him, bouncing on him as he laid on the bed, his hands meeting your hips as he thrust up into you.
"Fuck, fuck!!" Lance grunted, his hair slicked with sweat as his 'gold medal' buried itself inside of you.
"Oh god, you're fucking amazing!!" you called out breathlessly.
“God, don't stop! I love your cock inside of me Lance!" you exasperated, tossing your head back as Lance met your hips with his own.
"Fucking shit baby, I fucking love you!" Lance grunted, picking up the pace as the slapping of skin against skin filled the room.
The bed shook and creaked, the headboard hitting against the wall, serving as Lance's motivation.
His tight grip on your hips was sure to bruise you tomorrow.
"I'm gonna cum Lance, you’re gonna make me cum!” you shouted at him.
This only encouraged him to pick up his movements and slam your g-spot with every thrust.
He growled as he lifted you off of him and practically slammed you on the bed, your legs over his shoulders as he lent down towards you meeting your lips. The position had you a moaning, cursing mess which Lance gladly took advantage of.
His grunts filled your ears as he was coming closer to his own release.
Lance growled, hitting your g-spot, which sent you down a tumbling spiral that you didn't think could get any more pleasurable... until Lance rubbed your clit with his thumb.
“Fuck!!” he growled into your neck. His hips were getting lazier, his thrusts more sloppy. You whimpered.
"I want to ride you, Lance, please let me cum on your cock!" you begged, your sinful words leaving your lips like music. He groaned in pleasure and sat back, letting you work your magic on him as you continued to ride him, grinding against him.
You pinned his arms up above his head and met his lips with a sloppy, sinful kiss, moaning as you clenched around him.
"I'm cumming!" you moaned out, the air taken out of your lungs as your climax took over like waves crashing over the rocks.
You cried out a pornographic moan as your legs shook around him and your walls clenched down on his length, squeezing him into his orgasm.
He continued to sloppily snap thrusts into you dragging out your orgasms, your name leaving his lips like a prayer. "Oh fuck, Y/N!!" he moaned out, as his thrusts came to a halting stop as he came to his climax.
Lance groaned in ecstasy as he came into the rubber wrapped around him, gripping the sheets as you rode him, your hands on his chest as you came, for the second time, in sync with him, moaning out loudly in pleasure as you arched your back, grinding back and forth as Lance gripped your hips.
You bit your lip and dug your nails into Lance's chest, continuing to ride him as you came down from your high, breathing heavily as you fell over him, your chest falling over his as your head fell into the crook of his neck.
Lance breathed heavily and held you, sighing in pleasure and content as sweat slicked your body and his, the room smelling of sex.
You were sure Lance would get a complaint from the neighbors; you were quite the moaner.
After some time on Lance, you weakly climbed off of Lance and moaned out softly as you left him, the absence of him inside you making quite the difference. You cuddled into him, your core still extremely sensitive as you tangled your legs with his and rested your head on his chest, Lance's left arm finding its way around you and pulling you in close.
The room was quiet for a bit, the only thing being heard by the other being rampant heartbeats and heavy breathing. You blushed and traced random shapes on Lance's chest, laying with him, until he spoke up with a small chuckle, lifting his right arm behind his head.
You blushed harder, lifting your head a bit to look at him.
"What?" you questioned softly, biting the inside of your cheek.
Lance looked over and smiled cheekily at you, chuckling once again.
"You were amazing, doll." he simply said. You blushed hard and put your head down, burying it in his chest as he simply laughed lightly and kissed your head.
You settled into him and kissed his chest, Lance running his hand through your hair.
"You're not mad at me anymore?" Lance questioned, looking into your eyes with his deep ones.
You blushed and straddled his lap, resting your head on his chest.
"No, Lance Tucker... No, I am not mad at you anymore... I love you." You said.
Lance smiled and pulled you in, kissing you deeply.
"And I love you... Believe it," he said, earning another smile from you and another deep kiss, the two of you resting the after the passionate, angry sex session.
Your eyes widened at your father’s statement. You paced around the dining room, as your father immediately stopped you. His eyes meeting you from above his newspaper.
“Do not be so ridiculous. It’s one night.” You scoffed at your father’s words lightly crossing your arms.
“Why do I need a man to escort me? Can’t I just go solo... I’m sure other girls my age-” You suggested but your father interrupted, he stopped you from continuing.
“Nonsense!” Your father’s voice boomed as he shook his head and placed his newspaper down.
“Charles is a good man. Intelligent. Social. Who knows the two of you may hit it off and you can leave this house.” His final words made you roll your eyes.
Before you continue to argue with your father, the doorbell rang and your father quickly got up from his chair.
“That must be Charles”
You furrowed your eyebrows and sighed waiting for the arrival of this “Charles Blackwood” mysterious man. You could hear light chatter coming from the doorway and footsteps. The man’s voice sounding smooth but dominant. You gulped nervously waiting for your father and him to step inside.
“Y/N, this Charles. Charles Blackwood” Your father said with a smile as the man stood in front of you.
Tall & Intimidating he stood before you. His eyes meeting yours as your face flushed. Your father didn’t tell you that he was drop-dead gorgeous.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you. If your father told me how beautiful you were I would’ve came sooner” he put his hand out with a bright smile. You blushed and reached over, shaking his hand.
“Come, let’s sit down and discuss tonight” your father announced bringing everyone to table. Charles, of course, sitting down next to you as your father sat across from the both of you.
“We’re just going to go through the course of the night.” Charles nods as your father goes through Charles duties for the night.
Simple things: staying by my side through the night, chatting with the guests, participating in the ballroom. Most importantly being respectful of my wishes.
As your father continued, Charles would look over to you once in a while. His hand innocently falling to your knee as you didn’t think too much of it.
“Any questions?” Your father asks as Charles smiles, scooting his chair in.
“So, I should be by her side the whole night?” Charles asks again for confirmation as he creeps his hand up your thigh. Your breath hitches as he taps your thigh signaling to spread your legs. You bit your lip looking at him, as he smiles innocently.
You barely knew him but his charming personality gravitated towards doing anything for him...
You decided to spread your legs wider. He winks at you and turns his attention back to your father as his hand made it to your clothed core. You bit your lip feeling his large hand.
“And if I feel she is in dangers way, she should listen to me and only me,” Charles asks with a smirk and you raise your eyebrow. The placement of his hand and his nonchalant, intimidating words created a pool underneath you.
“That is correct!” Your father responds as Charles nods. His thumb quickly finding your clit and pressing on it lightly. Your hand quickly covering your mouth.
“Are you okay, Y/N?” your father questioned.
“I’m fine!” You cleared your throat. Your father nods and stands up, Charles’ hand quickly letting go of you.
“We will see you tonight, Mr. Blackwood” Charles smiled brightly and winked to you.
“You will definitely be seeing me tonight!”
The party was lively. Girls your age sure did come with their partners. You hate to say that your father was right. It didn’t matter because Charles was by your side. His hand on your lower back as you chatted with guests. Sometimes he would wrap his arms around your waist.
His charming personality made you feel safe.
You were surprised he has not tried anything with you, yet... But there was still dinner and the ballroom activities. The party was not over.
“Doll, come on... dinner has been served” Charles whispers in your ear, as he wraps his arm around your waist, sending goosebumps across your skin. You nodded as Charles leads the way.
As the two of you make it to the dining room, you can see the place was fully packed. Every chair was filled and the table had every kind of food imaginable. There was no more room for the two of you. You sighed rolling your eyes and began to turn around. Charles stopped you.
“Hold on, Doll... there’s a chair by the smaller tables.”
“Yeah, only one chair. I’ll just eat later.” Charles scoffs and pulls you towards the table, your eyes widen at his actions.
“You’re sitting on my lap,” he says simply.
No questions asked.
Charles smiled lightly at the guests already sitting around the table as he brings you down on his lap. You blush heavily, carefully not moving as his arms wrap around you. Your back against his muscular chest. He could feel how tense your body is.
“Relax...” he whispers softly in your ear, his lips lightly grazing against your ear sending chills down your spine. “I’m going to take good care of you.”
You nodded lightly and made small talk with the guests at the table as Charles kept his arms around. His hands occasionally going up and down your sides. The more you moved around you could feel his hard-on under you but you didn’t say anything. You could’ve sworn you heard him groan.
His hands secretly moved between your thighs and under your dress.
“Charles” you whispered lightly, hissing feeling his cold hand grip you thighs and already reaching your core. The same actions he committed earlier today but now with more people and you were on his lap.
He mumbled lightly, pressing light kisses on your neck. The other guests didn’t think of it because to everyone else the two of you were “together”. He was your “date” for the night. You bit your lip in pleasure as his thumb created circles against your clit. Before you knew it, he entered his pointer finger inside of you, preparing himself for you.
“We can’t do this here” you mumbled against him, moaning softly as fingers pumped in and out of you and he chuckled slyly.
“M’why not?” He asks continuing his actions, nipping against your neck. You could feel his other hand reach his pants and unzip it. His hardened cock falling out of his formal pants. Your eyes widened grabbing his hand immediately.
“Charles... my father will catch us...” Anybody could catch you but your father was your immediate thought. He would ban Charles from ever seeing you.
“I’ll be super careful, doll. Be a good girl for me and don’t move. Let me do the work” He said lifting you up enough and settling you on his cock. You bit your bottom lip feeling blood escape from the pressure. His cock pulsing and fluttering through your walls. He groaned heavily against your ear as you took him all. His arms pushing you into his back covering the obscene scene from anyone.
He was insane. This was all insane. Charles was deep inside you in front of everyone.
“You feel so fantastic... who knew you would be such a tight little hole” He whispered huskily keeping your hips still. You hid your moans, biting onto your lip as your head leaned against his shoulders.
“Charles.. please move... I can’t take it” You moaned gripping on to the table trying your best not to make a scene and cause a commotion.
“I can’t just fuck you here, doll.. Where would be my manners? Show me you can be my good girl” He pressed light kisses to your neck as he nonchalantly nodded to the people walking by.
“Charles, this is so-” You were practically begging as felt the sweat develop against your back trying to hold your moans the best you could for him.
“Look at you, a fucking mess trying desperately to get some sort of release on my cock...” He chuckles gripping your waist and carefully looking around before thrusting his hips up hard. You banged on the table causing the people at the table to look over at the two of you.
“Sorry! That was an accident” You admit as the people around you nodded and continued to go back to their conversations. You felt Charles grip your hips roughly, stilling you.
“You ruined your chance, sweetheart. Now, you’re going to sit on my cock for the rest of the night until the guests leave. And, then maybe I’ll take us upstairs...” Your eyes widen in shock, your head turning to face him as best as you could.
“No, God, please, no. I’ll be good for you” You desperately whispered wanting anything for him to move. He slapped your cunt causing you to yelp as your hand flew to your mouth and biting on the skin.
“What I say goes... you hear me?” He snapped at you instantly making you go quiet. Your body trembled as you felt your walls flutter against. You tried moving your hand to your clit to relieve yourself but Charles grabbed your wrists.
“No, baby girl. Disobey me one more time and I’m walking out the door” he tsked and you gasped lightly.
“Y-you can’t do that... my father, he paid you to be here. He will never invite you back” he chuckles slyly shaking his head.
“Doll, I will come back here as many times as I please. I’m stuffing you so deep right now. You’ll beg your father and put a good word in for me. Yes?” he cooed leaving a hickey under your ear as a shutter went down your body.
“I asked you a question, darling..” you nodded slightly speaking up.
“Yes, Charles...”
“Good girl.” He kisses the top of your head, tracing patterns on your bare thigh, as his cock stuffs your aching hole.
“Keep my cock warm, be good with the guests that come by and I’ll make you cum upstairs.. sounds s’right, baby girl?”
You nodded and gulped lightly as you waited, trembling against Charles.
Summary: Reader gives Thor a blowjob for the first time which leads to sex, basically smut without a plot...
Pairings: Thor x reader
Warnings: smut, oral sex, explicit language
As the party died down, Thor escorted the two of you back to your shared compound. He was quick to get you on his bed. You blushed and pulled your legs away, lightly kicking him away. However, Thor wasn’t having any of that. He groaned lightly and moved closer to you, this time not being afraid of making more physical contact. Thor pulled your legs close to his and laid you on your back. You blushed heavily and your eyes widen at his actions.
He was in control now.
You bit lip watching him as he took off his shirt and hovered over you.
“Are you going to stop being a brat now?” He questioned with a raised eyebrow and lightly smirked.
He knew you too well that you liked being called a ‘brat’.
You nodded slightly and you awkwardly placed your hands on his chest because you didn’t know exactly what would happen next. His smirk changed into a light smile and he responded.
“Good, now what do you what to do? The party is over and the night is still young....” the last word he made sure to trail on. His fingertips fell onto your shirt and lightly played with the hem. You smirked watching his fingertips as they snuck up to your chest and created patterns across your belly.
“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” he asked simply with a playful tone in his voice. He saw that you looked quite confused, unsure, and lightly chuckled.
“Do you want to uh—?” He swallowed hesitantly and tilted his head. You raised an eyebrow exactly knowing what he meant. You bit your lip nervously and nodded at him.
“I don’t know what that means...” his hands roamed under your shirt and quickly taking it off. His fingertips already finding the back of your bra.
“Yes, Thor. I want to have sex with you” you said in a clear confirmation and he smirked slyly but happily. Things after that become a hot, quick mess. Clothes were being thrown across the room and before you knew it the two of you were naked. Well almost.
Thor was still in his boxers but you sure as hell felt like he was naked by the way your hands naturally went straight to his dick print and lightly palmed him. He instantly groaned and threw his head back in pleasure. His hands finding your breasts and massaging them. As you palmed him through his shorts, one of his hands led their way down to your folds. The slick easily collecting on his fingers as he used it to rub on your clit. You moaned out in pleasure and Thor smirked heavily.
“Make as much noise as you want, beautiful” Thor continued his actions, one hand pleasuring below as his mouth sucked on your breasts, lightly nipping and biting on the bud. Your back arched into Thor’s chest but he quickly pushed you down. His mouth letting go of your breast with a pop.
“Patience” you whined loudly and tried to squirm around but Thor held you in place. He looked down as your hand was still going at a good pace and he lightly pulled your hand away causing you to whine and groan again.
“Babe, what are you doing? You’re killing me here-“ he pushed you playfully and kicked off his boxers, it landed somewhere by his bedside. His cock now hardened and leaking of pre-cum. You bit your bottom lip at the sight and he raised his eyebrows.
“Wanna help me out?” his voice now deeper and huskier as your eyes led to his cock. Your eyes widen a bit, understanding what Thor was asking. You’ve seen him naked before but you never gave him a blowjob. But there was a first time for everything.
“Um.. okay!” You said crawling over to him. Thor leaned himself against the headboard and watched you.
“You don’t have to if you don’t want to, babe...” he said softly pulling your body closer to him. You shook your head.
“No, no. I do!” You looked at his cock nervously not exactly sure what to do but willing to give your best shot. He chuckled slightly watching you think for a moment.
“Swirl your tongue around it.... pretend it’s your favorite ice cream,” he said nonchalantly with a wink.
You felt embarrassed, obviously, your boyfriend was much more experience than you and you wanted to please him. Your lips instantly attaching against his cock catching Thor off guard. You tightened your lips around his cock and swirled your tongue as he said. You looked up to see Thor In a groaning mess. His head was thrown back, and his abs were tightening.
“Just like that, like sweet, tasty ice- fuckk” He groaned as you were taking him deep. You pushed more of him inside your mouth causing Thor to grab your hair and balling it up into a fist. You could feel his cock hit the back of your throat making you gag. Thor watched you intently with hooded eyes, soothing you by running his hands through your hair. Your tongue ran against the vein on his cock. Sinful moans unleashed from Thor as your bobbed your head up and down.
“Fuck, fuck....!” He pushed your head away lightly and you whined because you were starting to enjoy it.
“Thor!” You sighed and looked up at him. He chuckled and pulled up on his thighs. “That was fucking amazing, beautiful. But I don’t want to cum just yet, I want to cum together.” He said softly running his thumb against your cheek and then pulling you in for a kiss. You crawled up on him higher, as you were now straddling his lap. The kiss became more intense as he bit down on your bottom lip and quickly pushed his tongue inside. Your nails raked against his chest as his hands grabbed onto your ass. Lightly slapping on your ass here and there. He quickly flipped the two of you and looked at you.
“Are you sure about this?” He asked again to hear your answer. “I’m sure, Thor,” you said softly and looked up at him. He nodded and went over to his drawer finding the condoms and pulling one out. He quickly put it on himself and lined himself with you. His cock lightly running against your folds and gathering the wetness. He slipped inside you easily. You bit your lip harshly, the feeling was always new whenever he entered. It didn’t hurt as much as your thought, thank god with Thor’s preparation.
“Please, move,” you said roughly feeling himself still inside you. He nodded as sweat was forming on his forehead. He intertwined his hand with yours and started to move. The two of you feel more connected and combined than ever before. He began to thrust in and out of you, the room beginning to fill with your moans, sweat, and smell of sex combined. You pressed sloppy kisses on his neck and his hot breath fell against your ear.
“So, good. You feel so good” he encouraged as he disappeared in and out of you. Your hand was still intertwined with his and you held on it tighter as you felt your orgasm approaching. His cock twitched inside you as he felt your walls tighten.
“Cum with me. I’m right behind you” he said and pressed his lips against yours.
“Fuck! Thor!” You let out in a scream not really caring if your neighbors would hear you as your orgasm washed over you. Thor followed soon after you, spilling into the condom. His body collapsing on top of you. The two of you breathing heavily, drenched in sweat. Thor soon pulled out of you and rolled over. He quickly slipped the condom off and threw it in the trash can as you quickly put the covers on the both of you.
“I can’t believe you used an ice cream reference to compare your dick” You giggled cuddling up into Thor’s arms and chest as he laughed lightly.
Summary: After eating Easter dinner at Bucky’s house, a simple romantic and fun date night on the beach turns into a night of heated passion and lust after the two of you skinny dip and things start to... unfold... in Bucky’s car.
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Warnings: Unprotected Sex (Don’t be silly, wrap your willy!), Cumplay, Degrading Language, Hairpulling, Scratching, Cockwarming, Cursing, Rough Sex, Orgasm Denial... Issa lot...
Author’s Note: Hi guys! So this smut.... it’s uhm... it’s a lot in the best way possible. I’m probably definitely going to hell AND jail, so lol see ya there. But this smut also has a lot of kinks in it, and is featuring the Lord’s Day, so uhm... if you’re uncomfortable with that... then... sorry. 🤧 Otherwise, enjoy! 💖
Bucky smirked slyly as he lifted you up from the sand, slipping two strong arms behind you and carrying your nude body to his car, grateful that the darkness shrouded your two bodies in pitch, obsidian night.
He gathered your clothes, covering your nude bodies with them as if hidden yellow eyes could see against the night, and he quickly headed to his car. He opened the back seat and laid you down on it, spreading your legs as you blushed hard and bit your bottom lip, your body lying in an aura of heat and sensuality—an aura of the overwhelming passion of sex.
Bucky reached over and kissed you deeply, his supple lips enrapturing your own in a heated kiss of passion, his hands sliding up your body, fingertips grazing your skin as he reached for a remote, activating the tinted windows of his car, before tossing the remote, and your sandy and wet clothes, to the side.
Your legs spread, Bucky hovered himself between them and further spread them more, his cock practically in line with the folds of your sex. But he wasn't going to give in to you so easily. You may have been his weakness but you also provided him a type of strength... an ambition, a drive... the drive to please you.
His hands found their way to the folds of your sex, his fingers sensually, gently grazing against your folds, Bucky glancing up at you with a smirk, wanting to elicit a moan out of you, to which he succeeded. Your back quickly arched and your hips bucked, your breathing hitching as goosebumps shot up your body like pulses—like numbing electrical currents up your arms, legs... sex.
Bucky smirked slyly, picking up the pace on the folds of your sex, the slickness from your need of him mixing with the briny wetness from the sea, your clothes sitting in a damp pile in the interior of his car.
And as you moaned out in pleasure as Bucky's long fingers found their way inside you and pumped slowly in and out, the cold metal of his rings hitting a new spot every time, neither of you seemed to care if your wet bodies ruined the interior of his car, as your love and lust for each other at the current moment was more important than some interior.
All Bucky was focused on in the current moment in time was you, as the ocean water slid off your body in droplets, your chest rising as falling as your breathing shallowed as Bucky pumped his fingers faster within you and groaned lowly, his lips finding your neck and trailing kisses down your chest.
Your hands found his damp curls and gently tugged on them. You moaned out in pleasure, your eyes rolling back as the car got heated, your wet bodies close to each other in passion.
Bucky teased you heavily, lining himself up with the folds your sex and pulling his fingers out, your slickness wrapped around them as he sucked on them, the saltiness from the sea mixing with your wetness.
He grazed his cock against the folds of your sex, rubbing your clit with his thumb and smirking as he added pressure, holding you in place by adding light pressure to your pelvis, holding you in place from squirming as he rubbed you faster.
"Do you need me, little one?..." he said, he voice trailing in a sexual manner; his Brooklyn accent coming in strong at his last word.
You whimpered and nodded, holding back your whimpers and whines as you tried to speak out, your hand clasping over Bucky's as his thumb rubbed against your clit faster, causing your hand to grip the leather of his back seats.
"Yes! Yes, I need you!" you begged, grinding against his cock, watching as it slid in between your folds, Bucky grunting in pleasure as he tensed up, hissing in ecstasy as he grew more and more hard, more and more touch starved for you.
"Fuck—!" Bucky said between gritted teeth, your wet cunt slicked with his pre-cum as it oozed through his tip.
You rolled your eyes back and took a hold of his hair, pulling him in for a passionate kiss as your legs wrapped around his lean hips, pulling him in and settling yourself onto his cut cock, moaning out loudly as Bucky felt your walls wrap around him and thrust into you slowly but deeply, groaning and gripping your hips, his lips falling your chest and taking one your perky breasts into his mouth, sucking on it heavily.
Bucky's tongue swirled and lapped around your bud as he unsheathed himself and thrust into you again, your hand slamming against the fogged up, tinted windows, leaving your handprint as a reminder of where you'd been.
"More... I want you more..." You pleaded, as the sound of Bucky's skin slapping against your own echoed in the car, the rhythmic creaking of the car also prominent in your ears.
Bucky smirked and kissed you down the valley of your chest, mumbling in between the kisses he peppered in here and there.
"Gladly," he mumbled, lifting your legs above his shoulders as he trapped you in with his arms, thrusting faster and harder into you, his wet curls falling in his face as he captured your open, moaning mouth in a kiss, massaging your breasts with his calloused hands as his rhythmic pounding got faster and more paced, his breathing becoming heavier and heavier within the kiss.
As you moaned in ecstasy, your hands found their way to Bucky's toned back, and you ran your nails down his back, ripping through the skin and drawing a bit of blood. Bucky hissed as he pounded into you, pinching your nipples.
"Oh, god yes! Yes, don't stop!" you exclaimed, your legs perched on Bucky's shoulders as he fucked you mercilessly, his calloused hands gripping your hips as he drew you into him, his balls slapping against your ass as he did so.
"Fuck, it seems like my girl can’t get enough of me tonight... almost like she wants to be my little whore..." Bucky muttered lowly, your ears only able to pick up the last few of his words. You whimpered and took his fingers, putting them in your mouth and sucking on them.
"Make me your whore..." You boldly said, grinding your hips against his cock, your tight walls clenching around his cock. "Make me your whore..." the words fell from your lips so sensually, as if they'd needed to be said.
At that moment, Bucky looked at you and smirked, pulling you in and standing you up, slapping your ass before moving you in between the driver passenger seats, arching your back and bending you down a bit onto the side console before leaning into your ear.
"You want to be a whore for me, princess?..." he whispered, nipping at your skin.
You whimpered and moaned, pushing your ass back onto Bucky as you begged him to take you from behind... the fingers of your hand finding their way to the folds of your sex and spreading them apart as your legs were spread wide, revealing your glistening wetness to him, some of it dripping down the side of your leg. You were soaked.
"I want to be a whore for you, Daddy... Make me your whore..." you said sensually.
Bucky bit his lip and groaned, reaching over and pulling your hair back in a tight, but not painful grip, both your arms supporting you on either side of the passenger and driver seats as you stood erect, your cunt soaked and begging to be fucked.
As you pushed your ass back onto him, Bucky pulled your hips back with his available hand, sliding his erect cock back into you and pulling back on your hair, earning a loud, drawn-out moan to leave your lips.
"Fuck, YES!" you exclaimed, moaning and closing your eyes as Bucky thrust in and out of you, grunting and moaning.
"Fuck, y/n—God, you're so fucking tight!" Bucky exclaimed, tossing his head back as he pounded into you, the car shaking and creaking as he did so.
As he slid in and out of you, your fingers rested on your cunt, rubbing it fast as your knees got weak, your moans getting caught in your throat and falling out as short, high exclaims.
"Oh, God, I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum!" You exclaimed, gasping as your knees felt weak, heat gathering at your sex and your wetness starting to pool.
“Oh no, you don’t, princess. I’m calling the shots around here.” Bucky said suddenly, his arm wrapping around you as he thrust up roughly into you, the creaking of the car prominent as his curls fell in his face a bit, Bucky’s arms quick to hold you up as your knees gave way.
You then gasped suddenly as you felt Bucky pull you back into him, the entirety of his free arm wrapping around you and pulling you onto his lap, Bucky practically sitting off the edge of his backseat, thrusting up roughly into you, your body practically bouncing over his.
"God, Bucky, I'm gonna cum! Please, Daddy—L-let me cum!!" you begged loudly, your core getting more and more heated as you felt yourself coming closer and closer to coming undone on his leather seats.
“Not yet babygirl—hold it!” Bucky said between gritted teeth, his hand falling to your clit as he rubbed it heavily, your eyes rolling back as you lightly convulsed in his grip, moaning loudly as you pleaded and held in your orgasm, the overstimulation of it all killing you in the best fucking way.
Bucky pulled your hair back and kissed your neck leaving a significant hickey to add onto the multiple he'd left on your neck and above your breasts. His thrusts were rough and sloppy as he continued, his cock twitching within you as you placed your hand on the roof of the car for support.
"Cum with me, baby girl, cum with me!" Bucky moaned, letting go of the grip on your hair and transferring his hands to your hips, his calloused hand falling and gripping them. As he thrust up into you and pulled you down into him, your chest rose and fell as you both moaned out loudly in pure pleasure, Bucky pulling out and releasing his hot load right atop your wet pussy and stomach, while you came undone on his lap, your walls tightening as you squirted all over him and his car's interior.
That'll definitely need fixing.
At the end of your unraveling, you laid your back up against Bucky’s chest, Bucky sitting back on the seat. His cock was flaccid and he was more than well spent, his breathing heavy and his body slicked with sweat and your wetness, your body resting on his lap as the car smelled of sweat, sex, and the ocean air.
You blushed hard as you lay spent on Bucky’s lap, some of his cum running down your inner and against the folds of your sex, while the rest of it was spent on your stomach.
Bucky pulled you in and lightly lifted you up, slipping his cock back inside you, to which point you gasped softly and released a quiet moan, biting your lip softly as your hands found their way to the back of Bucky’s neck, playing with his hair.
"Babe, I'm spent... That was amazing, but I can't do another round..." You said, blushing hard and smiling softly.
Bucky chuckled exhaustedly and lightly ground against you before stopping, simply resting as his cock was inside you.
"I know babe, neither can I... I just got a bit cold." Bucky said teasingly and cheekily, smirking and kissing your neck softly, his hands softly wandering to your core and fiddling with the cum that resting on your folds, rubbing some against your extremely sensitive clit with his thumb before heading to your lips, kissing your shoulder gently as you took his fingers in your mouth, sucking on them.
"That's a good girl..." Bucky said huskily, turning you to face him before capturing your lips in a deep and loving kiss, gently lifting you up off his dick and sitting you beside him, grabbing a duffel that was tossed to the wayside amidst all the sexual passion.
He grabbed your panties and slid them up your weak body, kissing your clothed pussy before speaking.
"Keep Daddy's cum in place and I'll clean you up when we get home, alright?" Bucky said softly, sliding a pair of spare sweatpants on you and a loose shirt, not bothering to put your bra on since all your starting clothes, and his, were wet from the earlier skinny dipping session.
You blushed and nodded, pulling his shirt and sweatpants on, and you made your way to the front of the passenger's seat, cuddling into it and resting, your body exhausted but oh-so-relaxed from the amazing sex.
Bucky got his clothes on and chuckled softly at the mess you and he made of the interior—Fogged up windows, cum stained leather seats, and a smell of sex in the air. He bit his lip and smirked lightly to himself before grabbing the remote from earlier and removing the tints from the windows, opening the window a bit to let some cool air in, before getting back in the driver's seat himself and looking at you, tucking some hair behind your ear and buckling you up.
"I love you, darlin’," Bucky said softly, smiling as he buckled up himself and started up the car.
"I love you more," you replied back softly, blushing and smiling as your eyes remained closed, resting for the rest of the car ride back home.
What a perfect end to the perfect Easter Sunday date...
Summary: Reader learns about Steve Roger’s past relationship during a Tony Stark fundraiser.
Pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader
Warnings: past relationships with cheating but fluffy goodness
Tony Stark was a people’s man. He had clients from around the world. Today was one of his most renowned annual fundraisers. He invited every client which would soon hurt you in the back. One of Tony’s clients was a woman named, Sharon Carter who had happened to be Steve Roger’s ex. Steve had never brought her up but now you were face to face with her. The two of you were in mid-conversation discussing her past relationship with your boyfriend.
“He didn’t tell you about me. What makes you think he’d tell you about who he actually lost his virginity to?” The woman with blonde hair snarled with a smirk, eyeing you up and down. You were intimated for sure, the words spewing from her mouth didn’t sound like something Steve would do.
But, why keep her a secret all this time.
You bite your lip nervously as you actually started to believe these lies.
“I-I, and why tell me this?” you said through your teeth not trying to cause a scene.
“You want him back? Huh?” You crossed your arms.
“No.” she said simply as she smiled and sipped her drink.
“I just like reminding Steve that I'm the best he's ever had--” her words made your cringe and jealously ran through your veins. Before you knew it, Steve walked up to the both of your guys.
Steve began to become defensive as he heard some parts before he came over. “Excuse me? I've never been with you, Sharon. Why are you telling lies?”
You looked at him, tears welling up in your eyes. “Y-You” you choked out and began to shake your head and held tears back.
“How should I believe you?” you asked him and Steve’s face began to soften.
“Babe--What--No, please, don't cry. You're the only one I love! She's lying, Y/N. I love you, I've only ever loved you, and I lost my virginity to you, I promise” Steve rambled on trying to convince you with everything he had.
He looked at you and then at Sharon. “Why are you so hellbent on ruining my life? I love her! You cheated on me, you treated me like shit, not the other way around! What, are you regretting your decision now because I all of a sudden suit your needs and interests? Well fuck off, Sharon!” His face becoming red and his eyes filled with pain.
“Unlike you, I didn't need to change for Y/N to give a shit about me. She cared about me the moment she fell in love with me, and I fell in love with her. I didn't love you and I'll never love you. Y/N is in my life now, and we've been 6 months strong, and I'm not going to let toxicity like you ruin it” Steve pulled you in protectively.
Sharon’s jaw dropped at Steve’s words in disbelief.
“Why are you even wasting your time on her, she doesn't and won't ever compare to me, Steve--what we had—” Sharon went on but Steve cut her off.
“What we had was disgusting and toxic! She is a better woman than you are or ever will be. I love her, and she loves me, and fuck—I'm happy. Go back to your antics of hurting other guys and burrowing your way into their lives and stay the hell away from mine before I have Tony’s security escort you out” Steve pulled you away an arm protectively around you as he lead you to the bathroom.
Steve closed the door and locked it. He got down to your level and took his handkerchief out of his front pocket and uncovered your hands from your face. He carefully wiped your tears and simply listened and remained quiet for a bit before speaking out.
“I'm sorry about her, babe...” You sniffled and looked at him.
“I’m always crying in front of you. This is embarrassing. I shouldn’t even be crying. This is so stupid!” your groaned out loud as you sat on the cover of the toilet seat.
Steve stroked your cheek and shook his head as he continues to wipe your tears.
“No, don't say that. You're not stupid. It's not stupid, you have every right to cry. But I will always protect you, I'm not going to let anybody get away with talking to you like that”.
He wipes your tears with his thumb and continues to speak. “Y/N, I love you. You know that. Sharon was lying—Sharon is lying. I lost my virginity to you and only you, and it was one of the best days of my life. You have to believe me, beautiful” You looked at him softly as his words sounded genuine.
“I believe you... but why did it take you so long to every bring her up?” You held his hands.
“We’re supposed to share everything... You love me and I love you--”
Steve strokes your cheek gently and kisses your hands.
“She--she's a part of my p-past that I'm not really proud of... but if you want to know about her, I'll tell you about her...” He sits on his bathroom floor, against the wall, looking at you. You looked at him hesitantly.
Steve clears his throat. “I can't avoid it forever. She's dead to me anyways, I don't—I don't mind talking about her... I had a crush on her. She was around the office every time we finished a mission. She was there during the briefings...” He paused for a moment and sighed as you listened carefully.
“When she asked me out, I thought it was a joke, I thought "Why would a girl like her date a guy like me?." But she asked me out and we dated for a year, and I— I thought I was happy, for a time?... I guess I was just infatuated with the idea of being in love, but I wasn't in love, I wasn't in love with her.” He looks at you with shame in his eyes.
You bite your lip and listen to him.
“I wish you never met her” you say out loud and continue.
“I’m sorry, you felt like that...” you look at him with soft and genuine eyes. You get off the toilet and go on to the floor meeting his level again but being a bit smaller.
Steve shakes his head and moves over so you can sit beside him.
“It's not your fault, I was naive. I genuinely thought she cared about me, despite her always putting me down and only complimenting me when she wanted money or a gift from me. I--I think a part of me wanted to ignore it--deny it and say it wasn't true because she was my first girlfriend in this new era of my life... but I always knew that I never loved her.”
“I always knew... it was only when I caught her cheating that I finally had the balls to admit it to myself that it wasn't a healthy relationship... it wasn't a like, and it definitely was not a love... it was just a tolerance to use someone for convenience. After that, after her, I promised to uh—to do better by myself... to not let other people step all over me...” You looked at your boyfriend with the softest eyes imaginable.
You cupped Steve’s face and looked at him with loving eyes. “I love you. I am going to make sure you never feel like that ever again” You said softly as you leaned your forehead against his.
Steve held your hands as they rested on his face. “I love you more... and it doesn't matter what she's put me through... what matters is that I ended it with her, got over that part of my life, and I'm now with someone who loves me for me, and that I can genuinely say makes me the happiest that I've ever been in a long time” He looked at you, gently running his thumb across your lips before gently holding your chin in place.
“I love you so much Y/N...”
“I love you more, Steve.” You pulled him into a deep kiss, and lightly giggled noticing that the two of you were literally on the bathroom floor.
Steve cupped your face and kissed you back deeply. He sat up as he pulled you onto his lap, your legs straddling him as they're covered by your dress.
You pulled away innocently and stayed in his lap, laying your head on his chest. You mumbled into his chest lightly. “I love you so so so so much.... I can’t believe we’re cuddling on bathroom tiles right now” You let out a soft chuckle softly.
Steve looked around and chuckled hard. “Don't worry, they're clean bathroom tiles. In the home of a millionaire, you could eat off these tiles if you wanted to” He kissed your lips softly and mumbled, wiping some stray tears.
“Your makeup must really be some powerful shit, it's not running after those tears” He chuckled and held you, kissing your head.
You look at him weirdly before breaking out into a laugh. “I HATE YOU!” You exclaimed playfully and hit his chest.
Steve laughed and smiled brightly, looking at you. “Yeah, but I turned that frown upside down, didn't I? Made my girl smile—love that smile...” You blushed hard at his statement fighting a smile and burying your head back in his chest.
“Stop...” you said lowly and softly.
“What, stop making my girl happy? Never.” he said stroking your hair softly, smiling. “You're everything to me. I meant what I said out there”
You smiled hard and placed light kisses on his jaw. “I know you did— and thank you for defending me. You’re really the best” You said squeezing him tight.
“Anything for my best girl. I'll always defend you, always.” He kisses your hand, standing up and fixing himself.
“And as much as I would like to stay cuddled up with you in this bathroom, I would very much love to show you off; my girl IS the hottest one here, ya know?” he winks and offers his hand, heading the two of you back to the fundraiser.
Summary: Laying out on the field with Peter during a beautiful day in April
Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader
Warning: None
The sky was at its spire. The sky, a sun-kissed light orange with hues of pink and white as clouds shaped like streaks ran and cut through the hints of blue peeking through. A cool spring breeze ran through the campus, sounds of jovial laughter in your ears as students walked and talked as they made their way around the grounds of the college.
And on the rich, verdant field, you and Peter rested, his head on your lap as you leaned back on your arms, your bags tossed by your feet as books and papers were spread around you, bright neon colors jumping up at you as the sun shined upon the highlighted pages.
Running your hands through Peter’s hair, you smiled lightly as his dark brown hair shown light in the sun, and you lightly tugged on it as he sat up. His hands, which were distinct with veins and rings on them, reached for your face and cupped your cheeks.
Peter smiled, showing off his pearly whites, and adorned your cheeks with kisses, before slyly moving down to your neck, chuckling lowly.
"I like this look on you." You breathed out, moaning softly as Peter continued his display of adoration on your neck. Peter pulled away and smiled, leaving gentle kisses on your collarbone, and what was exposed of your chest, before pulling away completely, running a ringed hand through his own hair.
"Really? You like it? You don't miss the messy curls?" he asked, holding your hand and kissing it softly, looking at you with love in his eyes.
You smiled as you felt the heat rise to your face, daring to speak out your next words.
"I miss the messy curls, but this is sexier. Your hair looks sexy pushed back." You replied with a sly smile as you quoted the classic movie. Your smile only grew larger as Peter sat up, the shadow cast on his face from the sun, receding. You blushed as Peter’s sitting up gave you the opportunity to wrap your arms around his neck.
Peter smiled and leaned in to give you a light kiss on the lips before speaking out the thought that’d come to his mind at that moment.
"Should I go blonde? You should go blonde with me, babe. Blondes do have more fun, anyway." Peter teased, chuckling softly.
The gentle spring breeze blew by once more, blowing through Peter’s hair as his soft locks went with the breeze.
You smiled, your eyes widening at Peter’s statement. You kissed his cheek, your coconut chapstick leaving a lingering aroma of sweetness on his skin, the scent wafting near your noses as the wind blew it past.
"Oh... blonde... what a color choice--We'll see about that." You replied a bit nervously, unsure of what exactly Peter would look like as a blonde. Peter tossed his head back and laughed at your reaction as you moved in and laid back, resting your legs on his longer ones, taking Peter’s Ray-Ban sunglasses and slipping them on your face. As you rested on your blanket in the grass, you stared up at the halcyon sky as you closed your eyes, listening to the sounds of nature and society around you, the two of you enjoying each other's company on the April afternoon.
Summary: A night of passionate sex with Steve and Bucky leads to an unexpected incident...
Pairings: Steve x Reader x Bucky
Warnings: Smut Themes, Unconscious Reader
As you lay in bed with a built and sweaty Bucky and Steve beside you, they looked at you with concern before biting their lips.
"What do we do?" Bucky questioned, looking at his fellow partner before glancing over at you, moving your hair out of your eyes.
Steve was quiet for a bit before his eyes lit up with the makings of a great but perhaps, also foolish idea.
"Call Tony," Steve replied, handing Bucky his phone and watching as Bucky simply held the phone, contemplating the somewhat bad idea.
"Call Tony?? Are you sure that's—"
"No, I'm not sure that's the best idea, but it's one of the only few we've got, so we'll have to see how it plays out," Steve said, pulling the sheets further above the trio of you.
Bucky soon then made the call, Pepper answering with a disoriented, sleepy voice.
Pepper groaned as she slept, waking up with a languid voice as she answered the call. "Hello?"
All the while, Tony was shifting in his sleep, mumbling as his girlfriend spoke on the phone. He sat up in confusion and sleepily spoke out.
“Hi Pepper, sorry to disturb you at such late an hour... there’s a problem. Is Tony there?” Bucky questioned, biting his lip and hoping Tony was actually around, since the Genius, Billionaire, Playboy, Philanthropist was known for working on his suits, even this late at night.
Pepper handed the phone off to Tony, Tony pulling Pepper in as he sat up some more and took it, sighing lightly. “Hello?” he replied languidly.
“Tony, we have a problem,” Bucky said, hoping he would be willing to listen. He then looked to his partner, Steve, as the blonde motioned the phone over, Steve taking it in his hand.
“We?” Tony questioned sleepily, raising an eyebrow and rubbing his eyes to perk up, also putting the phone on speaker while he laid with Pepper.
“Yeah, we. As in Bucky, Y/N, and myself...you see... Bucky, Y/N, and I were--we were--”
“Having sex.” Bucky chimed in, sensing Steve’s hesitancy to say what was going on.
At that moment, Tony pinched the bridge of his nose and groaned in annoyance, shaking his head as Steve chimed in and continued.
Steve was quick to bring the conversation back to its center, not wanting to lose Tony’s help.
“N-Now hold on, listen! So we were--we were having sex and it was amazing, and then I came, and then B-Bucky, and then s-she, she also came, and--”
“Rogers, get to the point, I'm exhausted,” Tony said, quick to cut off Steve from giving all the details of what happened. Bucky then took the phone from Steve and continued.
All the meanwhile, Pepper furrowed her brows sleepily, but also in confusion, wanting to know where the issue lied. “So what is the issue?” Pepper chimed in, a long pause from the other side of the phone signaling shock from the fact that the phone was indeed on speaker.
“Right, so she uh--she won't wake up,” Steve said, biting his lip and looking over to you, moving some hair out of your eyes, and simply grateful that you were still alive--looked like you were sleeping.
“What do you mean she won't wake up? What, did she fall asleep during it? We’re you that inadequate?” Tony teased, lightly smirking.
“Quite the opposite, actually. We fucked her to unconsciousness.” Bucky said into the phone, leaning into Steve a bit to do so.
Then there was a pause. A somewhat long pause. All on Tony’s end. He was in disbelief.
“H-hello? Tony?...” Steve said quietly, nervously. He was afraid that Tony had just hung up.
“....S-So what you're telling me here is that-- y-your dick game was so strong...”
“Yes...”
“And her orgasm was so powerful....”
“Yes...”
“That she fell into unconsciousness?”
“Yeah...”
“....Goodnight Rogers.” Tony finalized after the back and forth exchange, rolling his eyes lightly
“No, wait!” Bucky exclaimed, pulling the phone away from Steve as he lightly implored that Tony help them out in any way he could’ve.
Suddenly, on the other line, Pepper took the phone from Tony and spoke into it, giving in her advice. “Bucky, Steve, listen.” Pepper chimed.
Steve sighed in relief at the sound of her voice, knowing that she was much more... patient than Tony was. “Pepper, thank God. Are you willing to help us?”
Pepper ran a hand through Tony’s hair as she spoke. “Look, guys, she's not dead, thankfully, just unconscious. So the best advice I can give you both is to just sit there and watch her breathing and wait--”
Soon enough, you fluttered your eyes open, looking at Bucky and Steve as you collected yourself and your vision returned back to normal from its blurred state. You blushed hard and covered yourself with your sheets as the two men quickly turned to check on you.
“Shit, Y/N, Are you okay?” Bucky asked, stroking your cheek and moving your hair out of your eyes as Steve looked over, pulling the sheets over you and helping you sit upright.
“I told you I was close, guys...” you said shyly, your legs pulling themselves in as you saw Steve and Bucky smile and chuckle softly in relief, both men putting their strong arms around you and holding you close.
“Glad you enjoyed yourself though, doll,” Bucky said cheekily, kissing your neck lovingly while Steve and he laid with you.
At the sound of your voice and hearing that you were alright, Pepper shook her head and yawned, settling back into bed and moving closer to Tony as she handed him the phone. “Hang up,” she said with a small smile, amused by the entire situation.
Summary: Peter texting you and asking you to take a break from studying to go and see him.
Pairing: Peter Parker X Reader
Warnings: None! Just fluff!
It was Friday night, and as the nights grew darker earlier, your stress grew greater as well, as midterms gloomed near.
You were sat in your room, leaning on your arm as your eyes pored over the material in your textbook, your eyes struggling to stay awake as your head slowly....slid down your arm.... and hit your.... desk, shaking yourself awake as not to slam your face into your book.
You exhaled deeply and looked over to your roommate, who was also studying but had fallen asleep with an open notebook filled with History notes.
You yawned and rubbed your eyes, about to turn in for the night, when you got a sudden text from your boyfriend.
Laying in his room, Peter was sprawled in his bed, the TV on as he watched a movie.
He wasn't really paying attention, having you on his mind.
He then decided to text you, wanting to check on you since he hadn't seen you lately and was concerned.
Peter: Hey Babe.
You: Hey Peter.
Peter: So, what are you doing? Studying as per usual?
You: Yes, of course. But I’m really tired, I don’t think I'll be able to keep my eyes open for much longer.
Peter: Then come over to my dorm, I’ll cuddle you to sleep.
You: Peter, c'mon...
Peter: Pleaseee? Come on, I haven’t seen you all week, upcoming finals week has got you cooped up in your room.
Peter: Your boyfriend misses you, babe.
Peter: Please come to my dorm and fall asleep with your boyfriend who misses you dearly??
You bit your lip as you left Peter waiting for an answer, looking over to your roommate, Michelle, who was fast asleep, her phone ringing.
You got up and looked at her phone, noticing it was one of your best friends calling.
You smiled lightly and picked it up, knowing she wouldn't mind since you two had been friends since high school.
"Hey, Ned. Michelle's here sleeping, so feel free to come over and keep her company. I'm headed to Peter's. I'll leave the door open for you. Hopefully, she’ll be up by then. If not, just knock on the door extra loud." you explained playfully.
On the other end of the line, Ned replied with a chuckle and an "Alright, I'll come through then." he said, hanging up.
You smiled and put her phone down, looking at her and lightly shaking her awake. "Michelle, I invited Ned to come and hang out with you," you said softly.
Michelle simply nodded and yawned, moving her books.
"Okay, that's fine," Michella mumbled sleepily, not fully understanding due to sleep.
You simply laughed softly and smiled, going back to answer Peter, who was still awaiting a reply.
You: .... fineeee, but only because I’m dozing off here.
Peter: ❤️ I'll be here, waiting.
You smiled as you texted your boyfriend and grabbed your jacket and keys, slipping on the jacket and putting your keys in your pocket.
You looked over to Michelle and chuckled, as she would surely be confused to see Ned here in a few minutes, but certainly wouldn't mind his presence.
You shook your head and yawned as you headed out, closing the door quietly behind you and leaving it unlocked for Ned before slipping your gloves on and heading out to get the attention you missed all week from the guy that you loved.
Summary: Steve Rogers wants to take the next step in his relationship with the reader.
Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader
Warnings: this is just pure smut that has been sitting in our drafts since valentine’s day.
Steve watched as you played with your bracelets for a moment. He was admiring your face and your soft smile, he could even see the hint of blush that was slowly creeping on your cheek. He cleared his throat before speaking. “I’m falling in love with you... you’re falling in love me....” he looked into your eyes softly. You bit your lip and continued to let him speak.
“It’s also Valentine’s Day— and I thought we could take a new step in our relationship. Only, if you want...” you raised your eyebrows at his statement.
A very ambitious statement. What exactly did he mean taking a step?? Did he want to have sex? He definitely wanted to see you nude... you weren’t that dumb— you were falling in love with him... you cared about him and he cared about you.... you trusted him.
Steve’s hands cupped your face gently, searching your eyes for an answer. He was nervous to ask this, god he was nervous to even say he was falling in love with you. He didn’t want to ruin what the two of you had. Everything had been so perfect! And, to screw it up on Valentine’s Day would be fucking humiliating. You nodded slightly and pressed a kiss to his lips. Steve kissed you back but pulled away slightly.
“Does that mean you’ll give it a try?” He asked politely but he was nervous. You could hear it in his voice and your heart could cry at any minute of how cute he sounded.
“Well, what do you want to try?” You questioned running your fingers through his hair softly and tilting your head in curiosity. Steve chuckled and let go of your cheeks and placed his hands on your thigh.
“I was thinking we can grind on each other” your heartbeat began to race and you bit your lip hard.
“With our clothes off....”
Oh, fuck-oh fuck— Steve saw the way your eyes widen and his face began to flush.
“Shit, no. Clothes on!? I just—“ Steve Rogers was a stuttering mess for the first time ever. Yeah, at times he would get shy with you but you never seem him this red and a blabbing mess. God, he looked like a tomato. You chuckled slightly which only made matters worse. Steve definitely believed he screwed everything up. His body was pulling away from yours.
“Babe, no... “ you pulled him back instantly placing his hands back on your thighs. “Let’s do it” Steve’s eyebrow arched and he looked stunned. “Only if you want” he urged again making sure you were comfortable.
“I do, Steve”
You leaned in and Steve quickly got the message. He pushed your body down on his king size mattress and instantly took his shirt off. His lips found yours and the two of you went at it. Steve bit your bottom lip playfully before slipping his tongue in causing you to groan. Your hands slide up his bare chest, scratching your nails against it. He moaned out slightly which was one of the sweetest sounds you’ve ever heard. Your hands quickly found his hair and tugged on it. His lips detached from yours and started to make a mark all over your body. His neck was your main priority but he needed and wanted more.
“Too much clothes” he tugged playfully on your shirt and you raised your arms allowing him to take off your shirt. He smiled happily and went back to attaching his lips on your body. They found their way to the top of your breasts and you squirmed underneath him. The feeling of his wet, sloppy kisses was arousing you by the second. You desperately bucked your hips against his and he chuckled slightly at your actions. He pressed your hips down back into the mattress and tsked.
“Patience, babe...” he unzipped his jeans and kicked them off himself, falling somewhere on the floor. You can tell he definitely was hard. His dick print clearly showing. He smirked and winked as he can tell you were staring and dipped down on your body trailing kisses along the way. His lips felt like feathers as he placed them softly down your stomach and to your hips. He dared to place his hand on your inner thigh and he looked up to you. You nodded in response and he smirked slyly. He unbuttoned your jeans and quickly took them off revealing your panties to him for the first time. You never been in your underwear with him. He kissed your inner thigh lightly holding your hips because he knows you would start squirming. You moaned lightly as the way his lips worked wonders against your skin.
“Need more....” you said hesitantly, Steve looked up, his eyes darkening and his smirking growing.
“You ready baby?” He questioned, his large hands now placed on your panties and slowly pulling them down. You were exposed to him for the first time and your immediate reaction was to close your eyes. You were nervous about what was to come. He blew onto your sex lightly causing your hips to buckle upward frantically and he chuckled.
“You’re beautiful” Steve grinned as he saw how wet you already were and began to circle your clit heavily with his thumb.
“Fuck- Steve” Your hands flew to Steve’s hair and tugged on it harshly. He quickly began to do kitten licks lightly until he saw you couldn’t handle it anymore. Before you know, he was flipping the two of you. You were know straddled on his thigh and his hands were gripped tightly on your hips. You blushed heavily at the sight in front of you, his cock now hardened.
“Wanna feel it, baby?” He teased as he massaged your hips, you nodded nervously but excitedly as he lowered you over his cock. You gasped at the feeling, not really knowing what to expect but it felt good.
“Move for me” he whispered in your ear, kissing the spot under it and eventually nipping on you. You moaned and began to rock your hips against his length. Steve groaned holding your hips and keeping a steady pace. Your wet folds drenching his cock. The two of you began to pick up the pace, grinding much faster, his hands tightening against your hips. You looked down at the scene before you and his cock was starting to drip pre-cum. The two of you were a moaning mess, the room becoming hotter and the two of you becoming sweatier. Steve happily used his hand to reach down and give your clit attention which caused you to jerk and moan out loud.
“Steve-- keep doing that” your hands going to his shoulders and gripping on them heavily. He rocked himself against you and used your moans as motivation. You rolled your hips against him at an imaginable pace and he was getting close. “Baby, you’re so good--”
He moaned and his breath fastened. His other hand reaching up to your breast and squeezing it harshly. “You’re gonna come for me? I’m so close” Steve groaned, sweat forming on his forehead and his biceps flexing. You moaned against him feeling your sweet release forming.
“Come with me, baby. Please” he begged with his raspy voice. Your orgasm quickly washing over you and you chanted his name over and over before your head fell Into the crook of his neck.
“I’m gonna come, holy-“ Steve soon followed pulling you away lightly as his cum fell against your stomach. Literally, making a mess everywhere. His chest rose up and down and he leaned his head against the headboard.
“Baby,,, look at what we did... I’m going to have to get us new sheets” you blushed lightly looking down and biting your lip hard in embarrassment. The two of you were exhausted, out of breath, and filled with sweat and .... cum. Steve kissed your lips lightly before pulling you off his lap as he grabbed tissues to clean up the mess on him and yourself...
“We really did that...” you said shyly and Steve smiled putting a strand of hair behind your ear.
“And it was amazing” Steve followed kissing your lips and putting his boxers on. “maybe we can go online and shop for new sheets” he winked at you and walked and went to grab his laptop.
Request: Reader is on the opposing team in a decathlon tournament and Peter is put up against them but he’s just blown away by how beautiful, intelligent and kind she is even after she beats him. Her school wins and Peter is disappointed and embarrassed that he lost but she goes up to him after and offers him to study (like a date *wink wonk*) and it’s just super fluffy and flirty
You were always excited when your school went against Midtown High School. Against other schools, your team easily won without any competition. You would blow them away after the first few rounds. However, Midtown High School was a tough one. They actually gave your team a run for your money. I mean, could you blame them. Ned, Michelle, and Peter Parker were all incredibly smart. You weren’t really friends with them, maybe acquaintances with Ned because he was so outgoing, but the rest kept their distance. You learned though from matches and gossip that Peter Parker actually wasn’t popular in school. You were surprised by these rumors because damn if boys looked like that in your school, you would cry tears of joy.
Peter sat at the long table with his teammates, rereading his study notes for the 20th time today. He knew how bad his team needed to win, they only needed another win to make into the semi-finals.
“Hey, the other team is finally setting up! Oh, and look Y/N is here too!” Ned teased snatching Peter’s notes away from him so he can focus on the sight in front of them. Peter groaned lightly and looked up to see you.
You made him nervous, really nervous.
Yeah, he wanted the team to win but he also wanted to impress you with how much information he knew. He studied extra hard when he knew your school was going up against his.
“Dude, come on give me my notes. I need to study”
“You studied on the way here, the day before, and ten times in the bathroom. I think Y/N will be impressed” Peter rolled his eyes at Ned as he continued to watch you. You were laughing at something your teammate said but quickly took a seat as the announcer began to speak.
“Alright, Mr. Peter Parker you're up! Scientists Meselson and Stahl used this technique to separate DNA in their experiment” the announcer said facing Peter as the time began to click. Peter’s eyebrows scrunched up as his eyes darted to Ned.
Shitt, shit, shit, why couldn’t he think of it? Maybe, Ned was right. Too much studying isn’t the best technique. Shit, his eyes scanned the audience and then to the opposing team. Your eyes finding his, and giving him a soft encouraging smile. He smiled back but before he could say anything the buzzer went off.
“Oh, time’s up! The other opposing team may steal! Y/N, you’re up!” You scooted your chair up to the microphone and spoke clearly.
“Double-radiolabeling,” you said without a doubt as a ringer sound signaled to alert you that your team had won the game. You jumped out of your seat as your team around you pulled everyone into a hug. After the cheers and celebrations, your team quickly packed up their things. On the corner of your eye, you could see Peter and Ned talking as they packed their book bags. Peter looked somewhat down as Ned was patting his back. You looked back at your team, who still seemed like they needed another 20 minutes to finish.
“Oh shit. Don’t turn around but Y/N is coming over” Peter’s eyebrows raised and gave Ned a questionable look.
“Hey, Ned and Peter right?” You asked with a smile on your face as Peter’s back was facing you. Peter turned around slightly with a small smile and nodded.
“Yeah that’s me” he mumbled, putting his hands in his pocket awkwardly.
“Oh, what’s that coach? You need me to take your picture!! I’ll catch you in a few, Peter! Y/N, I’ll see you in the next tournament” Ned quickly went off somewhere else, clearly nobody called out his name. He just wanted to give Peter some alone time with you. Peter groaned lowly watching Ned talk to other students and turned his attention back to you.
“You did really great out there” you said trying to start the conversation somewhere. He looked kind of down but mostly uncomfortable.
Did he not like you? Was he mad you got the answer right and he didn’t?
“Uh, thanks... I guess” Peter's eyes glanced down every once in a while. He awkwardly began to sway back and forth.
“Are you like... I don’t know--upset with me?” You questioned hesitantly searching his eyes for an answer.
“Wha-what? No? Wha-- no no” Peter's eyes widened and shook his head. “Why would you think that?”
“You just don’t seem interested in talking to me. You can’t even look me in the eyes” Peter chuckled nervously scratching the back of his neck.
“You’re- uh-- really pretty and I don’t want to screw this up” you smiled brightly taken back by his words and tilted your head.
“You think, I’m pretty?”
“Yeah... and smart. God, you’re really smart”
Only if she knew he was Spider-Man. He would instantly recommend her to Tony Stark. Have her work for him. Because a mind like that shouldn’t go unnoticed.
You bit your bottom lip hard, hearing his words come out in a ramble. Your heart began to race and you felt butterflies in your stomach.
Peter continued on with his compliments, trying to let everything out before you had to leave. “I’ve always wanted to talk to you. And then you answered the question I got wrong. I-I felt embarrassed” Peter shrugged.
You smiled lightly. “Embarrassed about what? Everyone makes mistakes, Peter” you said in a voice soft with affection.
“I just didn’t want you to think that I’m not smart, I mean it’s the only thing I have going for me...” your jaw dropped hearing his words.
Is he serious? Can he enroll in your school because the girls would be all over him?!!
“Peter, that’s not true-“
“I think you’re great. Plus, I can help you study... even though I know you definitely don't need it” You teased with a smirk and you heard him laugh.
“I’d love that. like a study date” he said cooly but his eyes widened as he realized what he said at the ending. “Well-- no, I mean hangout-- forget what I said- oh my--” You laughed hard putting your hands on his shoulders to calm him down.
“Relax... It can be a study date” you said softly, your hand against his shoulders. He was quite broad. He blushed lightly feeling your hands on him. He nodded slightly as a response.
“Can I get your number?” he asked shyly pulling out his phone and you happily took it out of his hand and typed down your number.
“Text me, whenever...” and with that, you walked away in excitement knowing you were going on a date with Peter Parker.
