𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚ IMAGINE — Reader and Pietro Maximoff have been friends for years. They flirt all the time and he's in love with her but won't admit it. What happens when one mission changes everything..? (pietro never died btw)
⋆₊˚ PIETRO MAXIMOFF SMUT!
The mansion loomed ahead, its grand facade lit up like a beacon under the night sky. Music pulsed from within, laughter and chatter spilling out into the manicured gardens. You and Pietro had infiltrated worse spots than this high-society bash, but tonight felt different.
The mission was straightforward: snag a flash drive from the host's private study and return to the safehouse to await check-in. Simple in theory, but with Pietro's silver hair catching the moonlight and his blue eyes locked on you like you were the real prize, focus was a challenge.
He'd been like this since the briefing—hands brushing your waist as you geared up, compliments slipping from his lips faster than he could run. 'You look incredible in that dress,' he'd murmured in the quinjet, his fingers tracing the curve of your hip. 'How am I supposed to concentrate when you're distracting me like this?'
Normally you two flirted without thought, but this—the way it looked like it pained him to look anywhere from you, made your chest warm. And, now, it was hard to think as you both slipped through the side entrance disguised as guests, his arm looped possessively around your lower back, thumb circling lazily against your skin.
'Piet, behave,' you whispered, though a smile tugged at your lips.
The party swirled around you—men in tuxes, women in glittering gowns, champagne flutes clinking. You wove through the crowd toward the upstairs study, Pietro's breath warm against your ear.
'Behave? With you? Impossible, dragă.' His accent thickened when he flirted, that Romanian lilt making your pulse quicken. 'Your eyes sparkle more than any diamond here. And that ass—god, it's criminal how it sways when you walk.' His hand dipped lower for a second, squeezing your cheek through the fabric before you swatted it away with a playful glare.
'Teasing me won't get the drive any faster,' you shot back, but heat bloomed in your cheeks. He grinned, all mischief and hunger, pressing a quick kiss to your temple before you reached the study door.
Inside, it was quick work. Pietro zipped around the room in a blur, rifling drawers while you kept watch. The flash drive was tucked in a safe behind a painting—child's play for pros like you.
You broke in, pocketed it, and just like that, mission accomplished.
No alarms, no drama. Until the exit.
You were descending the grand staircase, blending back into the party, when a burly guard rounded the corner, eyes narrowing on you both. Panic flickered—had he spotted something off?
But before you could even blink, Pietro's arm snaked around your waist, yanking you flush against him. 'Finally, been waiting for an excuse to taste you for months,' He groaned, crashing his mouth onto yours in a kiss that stole your breath and left your pulse dazed.
It wasn't gentle. His lips devoured yours, desperate and ravenous, tongue plunging deep to claim every inch. One hand cupped your jaw, tilting your head for better access, while the other gripped your hip, fingers digging in like he feared you'd vanish.
You melted into it instinctively, your body responding to the raw need in his touch—his cock already hardening against your thigh through his slacks despite the mission at hand. The world blurred; the party noise faded to a distant hum as he kissed you like a man starved, all pent-up longing from the night and months prior exploding in wet, heated kisses.
The guard paused, then rolled his eyes with a grunt.
'Get a room,' he muttered, waving you off as he continued his patrol, clearly uninterested in breaking up a lovers' spat.
Pietro didn't pull away until the footsteps echoed away. When he did, his chest heaved, silver-streaked hair disheveled, lips swollen and glistening. He stared at you, eyes wide with breathless awe, like you'd just rewritten his universe.
'Dragă,' he rasped, voice rough, 'I cannot go on living without kissing you again. Not ever.' His thumb brushed your bottom lip, tracing the dampness he'd left behind, obsession burning in his gaze.
You swallowed, heart pounding as you attempted to focus on anything else besides his blown out pupils. 'Pietro, we have to go.' You whispered, but his words lingered, igniting something undeniable within you.
He nodded reluctantly, leading you out to the waiting car, his hand never leaving yours. The drive back to the safehouse was torture—for him, at least.
Pietro gripped the wheel white-knuckled, his mind a whirlwind of that kiss.
How her lips parted for me, soft and yielding.
The taste of her—sweet, like forbidden fruit.
Her body arching into mine, tits pressing against my chest.
Fuck, I need more.
Need to bury myself inside her, feel her clench around my cock.
Need to see her pretty little face fucked out in pleasure.
Thoughts looped endlessly, his erection straining painfully against his zipper. He stole glances at you, memorizing the flush on your cheeks, the way your dress hugged your curves. Obsession clawed at him; you'd haunted his dreams for months, but now?
Now he was ruined.
The safehouse door barely clicked shut before he was on you. Pietro blurred forward, pinning you against the wall with his body, mouth finding yours in a frenzy. 'Finally,' he growled between kisses, hands roaming everywhere—sliding up your thighs, bunching your dress to expose your lace panties. 'You have no idea what you do to me. Teasing all night, looking like sin.'
You laughed breathlessly, nipping his lower lip. 'Me? You're the one who couldn't keep your hands off. What, afraid I'd forget how charming you are?' Your fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, teasing him with the grind of your hips against his bulge.
He groaned, eyes darkening with hunger. 'Charming? I'm obsessed, dragă. With your mouth, your body—every gasp you make.' His lips trailed down your neck, sucking hard enough to mark, while one hand shoved your dress higher, fingers hooking into your panties and yanking them aside. He dropped to his knees in a silver streak, hooking your leg over his shoulder. 'Let me worship you. Taste what I've craved.'
Before you could quip back, his mouth was on your pussy, tongue lapping hungrily at your folds. He devoured you like a man possessed, sucking your clit between his lips, flicking it with precise, desperate strokes. 'So wet for me already,' he murmured against your skin, voice vibrating through you as if he were lost in bliss.
'Knew it. Knew you'd drip like this.' His fingers joined in, two sliding deep into your heat, curling to hit that spot that made your knees buckle.
You moaned, head falling back against the wall, teasing forgotten in the onslaught. 'Pietro—fuck, baby.' Your hands gripped his hair, guiding him as he ate you out with relentless fervor, his free hand kneading your ass, pulling you closer to his greedy mouth.
He pulled back just enough to look up, chin slick with your arousal, awe in his eyes again. 'Beautiful. So fucking perfect.' Then he was up, blurring out of his clothes in an instant—shirt gone, pants discarded, his cock springing free, thick and throbbing, pre-cum beading at the tip.
You reached for him, wrapping your hand around his length, stroking firmly. 'Obsessed, huh? Prove it.' Your thumb circled the head, drawing a hiss from him.
'Anything for you.' He moaned as he lifted you effortlessly, your legs wrapping around his waist, while he carried you to the couch, laying you down and settling between your thighs. His kisses turned frantic again, tongue tangling with yours in desperate hunger, tasting yourself on him. 'Need to fuck you. Been dreaming of how you would squeeze me.'
He aligned himself, the blunt head of his cock nudging your entrance, then thrust in deep with one smooth motion. You cried out, nails raking his back as he filled you completely, stretching you around his girth. Pietro stilled for a beat, forehead pressed to yours, breath ragged. 'Shit–you're perfect, fuck-you're mine.'
'Fuck me like it then, Piet.'
He couldn't even think, all he could do was let out a choked whimper when he moved, hips snapping in a rhythm that built fast—hard, possessive strokes that had the couch creaking. His mouth never left yours, kissing you through every plunge, swallowing your moans.
'Tease me more,' he practically begged, one hand pinning your wrists above your head, the other gripping your thigh to angle deeper. 'I love it. Love how you fight back, but God—I wanna hear you fall apart on me.'
You bucked up to meet him, clenching around his cock without even meaning to, it simply felt that good. 'Harder, speedster. Or are you all talk?'
It spurred him on; he fucked you relentlessly, pace blurring at the edges from his powers, hitting every sensitive spot until stars burst behind your eyes.
'Fu—Piet, baby, s'good!'
Sweat slicked your bodies, his obsession pouring out in grunts and whispers—'Can't get enough. Mmh–I'll never ever get enough of you, princessa.' He shifted, thumb finding your clit, rubbing in tight circles as he drove deeper, pushing you toward the edge.
You shattered first, orgasm crashing over you in waves, pussy pulsing around him, milking his cock. Pietro followed with a guttural groan, burying himself to the hilt as he came, hot spurts flooding you deep inside. He collapsed onto you, kissing your shoulder, your neck, your lips—soft now, but no less reverent.
'Obsessed, I'm obsessed with you,' he murmured, nuzzling into you, still buried inside. 'Completely, utterly yours.'
You smiled, tracing his jaw, the teasing spark returning. 'Good. Because I'm not done with you yet.'
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Voting ended onNov 16, 2025
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Summary: Pietro and Wanda are introduced to the rest of the Avengers, and he is immediately drawn to you. You, however, believe that no one like Pietro could ever be into you... until all of a sudden he really, truly, deeply is.
Warnings: smut (slow burn), angst, dirty talk (in his accent omfggg)
Hold on to your seats guys and dolls coz it’s gonna be a doozy
AU | that Pietro didn’t die bc that shit is sad as heck, so let's pretend he survived Age of Ultron ok :))
“Listen up you lot!” Tony’s voice rang out across the common area, where he and Steve had called a team meeting.
They had just returned from a massive fight in Sokovia and brought with them not only a strange floating red man but also a set of arguably stranger twins.
You had been out of action for the last few weeks due to a couple broken ribs and so had been sent on vacation by Tony. For three weeks, you were peacefully soaking up the sun in Honolulu, Hawaii, until you saw new reports of a freaking floating city with all of your friends on it.
By the time you had flown back into New York, it was over and dealt with, but you were left feeling useless and unneeded.
“Earth to Y/N,” Steve called, bringing you back to the present, and you went red, even though he was sending you a reassuring smile and there was no real heat behind his words. The whole team knew how you were feeling and tried to comfort you, but there wasn’t much they could say to cheer you up.
You looked towards the front of the room and were instantly drowning in a pair of cerulean blue eyes that locked onto yours. You froze in place, unable to tear your eyes away.
The young man who owned those eyes was just as gorgeous. White blonde hair that fell over his forehead, arched brows, a strong jaw, full lips, wide shoulders, narrow hips and-
Wait, are those New Balances?
You ignored the odd choice of runners and looked back up at this mysterious newcomer’s eyes and were shocked to find he had just down the same sweep of your body as you did to his. His lips curled up in a small grin and he once again caught your gaze, boring into your soul with his piercing eyes.
“Team, most of you know Wanda and Pietro Maximoff, for those who don’t, this is them.” Tony pointed unceremoniously to the twins and was met with silence. “Cool, good chat.” He sent everyone a thumbs up before briskly leaving the room, probably to find Pepper.
“He sure has a way with words.” The guy, Pietro, said and his accent caught you unawares. It was rich and silky, like honey in your eyes, and you swear you would have melted into a puddle on the floor if it wasn’t for the kitchen counter you were currently sitting on.
He shared a smile with his sister before she edged over to the floating red dude. Speaking of...
“Is no one going to introduce floating red guy?” You blurted out, not addressing anyone in particular but finding the entire teams' heads whip your way.
“Oh right, yes of course, sorry-” Steve began, but floating red guy cut him off with a calm hand raised and landed back on the floor before walking over to you.
“Allow me, my name is Vision. You are Y/N.” He said simply, holding out a flat palm. You regarded it, completely bewildered as to what you were supposed to do, give him a high five?
“Um, nice to meet you...” You said and placed your palm on top of his, thinking it was maybe a custom of his, but when his palm began to rise and fall, you were even more at a loss.
“Are you trying to shake her hand?” A sudden voice from over your shoulder made you jump. Somehow, Pietro had moved silently behind you and was watching the strange exchange between you and Vision, his eyebrows furrowed in amusement.
“Yes. Is that not a common human custom?” Poor Vision said, making Pietro laugh and shake his head.
“It is, it’s just not whatever you were doing.” He chuckled, stepping in front of you and grasping your hand firmly in his. He began to shake it, but you couldn’t focus on anything except his warm hand in yours. “This is how you shake a hand, Vis.” He stated, continuing to still pump your hands.
You looked up and saw him looking straight at you once more and you quickly pulled a reign in on your emotions.
Cut it out, a guy like him would never be into you.
You withdrew your hand abruptly, ending your contact, and thought you noticed a small look of hurt cross Pietro’s face, but of course, there wasn’t one.
At least, that’s what you told yourself.
Without another word, you turned around and left the room, unable to stand another second with the boy with the brilliant blue eyes and killer watt smile.
As the weeks passed, you tried to ignore Pietro, but it proved to be a near-impossible task.
He always found a way to be around you. Whether it was matching his training schedule to yours, or eating at the same time as you each morning and night, he was always there.
Slowly but surely, you could feel the inklings of a crush begin to form until they became so strong you were scared you’d accidentally blurt it out in front of him. He wasn’t exactly helping the situation either; he always sat a bit too close on chairs, his hugs lingered for a couple of seconds too long, an innocuous-seeming wink or a squeeze of his hands on your as you traded gym equipment or passed the salt.
You tried to keep your distance. You kept your conversations brief and answers blunt to the point it became borderline rude. You felt bad, but you needed to keep that layer of animosity there, lest you and your stupid emotions accidentally cross a line.
One day, just over a month since he and his sister arrived, he cornered you in the training room.
“Can I ask you a question?” He began abruptly. You regarded him through between your legs as you were bent over trying to stretch them. You realised the current view he had and flushed, straightening up before answering a curt “If you must,” all the while ignoring his eyes.
“Do you hate me?” He asked in such a simple manner it had you sputtering.
“What? No, of course not.” You shook your head, still avoiding eye contact, even though you could feel his eyes burning holes in the back of your head. You pretended to be studying the weights intensely, hoping that he would give up and leave you alone.
I far from hate you...
“Then why are you such a... bitch... to me?” He struggled to find the right word, but when he did, it shocked you. Your jaw dropped, as did the weight in your hand. It was heading straight for your toes but before it could crush them, he had raced over to you and stopped it in its tracks.
In a blink, he was leaning on the weights rack next to you, toying with the dumbbell in his hands with ease.
“I am not a bitch.” You clarified, feeling your face slowly redden and heat up.
So much for thinking he didn’t notice or care.
“Yes, you are. At least, to me you are.” He argued and he still had a cheeky smile plastered on his face, but you could see real hurt and confusion in his eyes.
“I...I don’t know what you mean.” You mumbled, turning away from him but he caught your wrist. You glanced at him over your shoulder through lowered lashes.
“Y/N, please. You can drop the act. I don’t know why you do it, but I know it’s not you.” His hand slowly slipped into yours as he stepped towards you, his fingers intertwining with your own.
“Stop it.” You whispered, silently willing your legs to move but they wouldn’t. He held you prisoner in his gaze. Your heart was nearly beating through your chest, so loud you were certain he could hear it.
“Tell me why.” He pleaded, his head dipping closer to yours and your eyes dropped to his lips, which were mere inches away.
“I...” you began but your tongue became dry and your throat began to close. His proximity was driving you crazy, but although he was so close, he was still so far away. “I can't...”
No one like him could ever like someone like you.
“That’s a shame because...” He let out a deep sigh and his other hand lifted to cup your face. “...because I like you. A lot.” His confession made you blanch.
“Don’t say that.” You whipped your head away from his hand and pulled your other hand out of his grip. You were unable to look at him and his blue eyes for fear you would see the insincerity you were sure was there.
“Y/N-” He reached out to you.
“No.” You shook your head and began to back away from him. ‘You don’t mean it. Don’t say that.”
“I don't mean it?” His tone was laced with anger and frustration as he repeated what you said, making you flinch. “I don’t mean it?!” In a flash, he was directly in front of you again, towering over you.
“Pietro, you...you can’t.” You whispered, your voice beginning to shake no matter how hard you tried to hide your emotions. “You can’t like me. You couldn’t.”
He gripped your chin and lifted your head so you could see his face and his narrowed eyes.
“Who are you to tell me what I mean?” He breathed. “Who I can and can’t like? You don’t get to decide that. That’s my decision and mine alone.”
He stepped closer to you and rested a hand on your waist, making you draw in a shaky breath.
“Now, if you don’t like me back, that’s fine. I’ll stay away from you.” His voice shook as he announced that, but he steeled himself. “But don’t run from this because it scares you. It scares me too.” He rested his forehead against yours, stealing your breath away.
“But you thinking I couldn’t love you... that scares me more.”
Your eyes widened as you realised he was serious. Your heart began to rejoice and do flips in your chest. You were silent, at a loss for words as he studied your face.
He took your silence as a refusal and his eyelids fell shut as his lips pulled into a grimace.
“Ok, I’ll leave. I’m sorry-” He was cut off by you grabbing his face and kissing him.
Hard.
He froze, and for a second you were scared he was going to take it all back and yell ‘fooled you!’ but he didn’t. He came to life under your hands and circled your waist in his arms, pulling you impossibly close.
You were broken apart by his uncontainable grin, which you couldn’t help but return.
“That went better than expected.” He breathed a laugh, keeping his forehead pressed against yours.
“What did you expect?” You questioned, tilting your head to the side.
“Honestly? A slap.” He chuckled and you blushed once again.
“I’m sorry I’ve been such a...” you thought about how best to describe your abrasive behaviour, but he filled in the gaps for you.
“Bitch?” He supplied with a laugh and a raised brow.
“Yeah, a major bitch.” You agreed, laughing with him at your own expense. “I just thought that... well, no one like you could ever...you know...like me or anything.” Your smile fell and he pressed a lingering kiss to your lips.
“No one like me? An orphaned mutant from a city that no longer exists?” He shook his head and pressed a finger to your lips to stop your protests. “Listen here, princessa.” He stared deeply into your eyes and you felt his gaze caress your soul.
“I think you are incredible. Beautiful. Amazing. Magical. Stunning. ” With each praise, he mapped your face with kisses. On your nose, your eyelids, your cheeks, your forehead, and finally on the corner of your mouth. “Please, don’t ever doubt that.”
His words had brought tears to your eyes and you simply nodded, a smile tugging at your lips, and your heart feeling so full it could burst.
A month had passed since you and Pietro had become ‘an item’, and every day was better than the last. You had fallen in love with him, and in the process, came to love yourself.
Pietro, on the other hand, was like a giddy teenager. Constantly sneaking heated kisses and touches wherever you were, whether it was in the bedroom or under the table at breakfast, he couldn’t keep his hands off you. Or his eyes.
“Brother, if you don’t quit staring at Y/N you’re going to miss the entire movie,” Wanda said with a smirk one night as a group of you had settled down to watch a film. You were curled up into his side with your legs tucked beneath you, and his arm was circling you, bringing you closer.
You looked up to find that he was indeed staring at you. You grinned and pressed a kiss to his lips.
“But she’s nicer to look at.” He stated simply with a smirk. He was met with a groan from nearly everyone in the room.
“Yeesh, you guys make me sick.” Natasha fake gagged but sent you a playful smile and a wink anyway.
“Yeah, get a room, you rabbits.” Tony quipped, making the rest of them laugh at your red face.
That was one thing that hadn’t happened between you and Pietro. Sex. You had done everything but. It was beginning to make old doubts bubble to the surface.
Maybe he realised he doesn’t like you like that...
You scowled at the voice in your head before standing up abruptly. “I’m going to get some water.” You announced to no one in particular. You raced to the kitchen, ignoring the questioning eyes you left behind you.
You were filling up a glass when you felt him behind you. As silent as a breeze yet as fast as a tornado.
“What’s up?” He asked, his arms circling you from behind. You shook your head in answer, not trusting your voice to be steady.
Pietro pressed a kiss to your neck, just below your ear. “Tell me, princessa.”
You remained silent, taking a big sip from your water to give yourself time to formulate an answer. Before you could, however, Pietro seemed to have figured it out.
“This is about what Tony said, isn’t it?” He realised. “Y/N, listen-”
“No, Pietro, stop.” You said suddenly, cutting him off. You turned around and twisted out of his arms, distancing yourself from him. “It’s okay if you don’t like me like that-”
“That’s not fair-”
“You don’t have to pretend-”
“You can’t be serious-”
“-that you like me.”
“Stop.” He growled, rushing over to you and clamping a hand over your mouth.
You stood in the kitchen, staring at each other, your eyes filled with different emotions.
Yours with sadness, his with anger.
“Now, we are going to continue this discussion in my room.” He stated in a deadly calm voice, and before you could protest, he had scooped you up and ran you to his room on the 41st floor, leaving you standing in the middle of the room.
“Pietro-” You began, reaching out a hand to him but he silenced you with a look.
“No. Listen to me, Y/N.” He rounded on you and began to advance towards you. “You’re so smart, but you’re also so fucking naïve sometimes.” He growled, stepping towards you, making you take a step back.
You stayed silent, knowing better than to talk at this point. And also because you felt guilty about upsetting him.
“I didn’t want you to think I was just using you for sex.” He explained, running a hand through his hair. He took another step towards you, and you mirrored him by taking yet another step back
Realisation dawned on you and you felt even more guilty if that was even possible. “I’m sorry, Pietro.” You whispered sincerely.“I didn’t realise-”
“I’m sorry I made you doubt me.” He said, taking another step forward. “I’m even more sorry that this has taken so long.”
The next steps you both took had you backed up into the wall, the cold plaster causing goosebumps to rise across your back.
In the blink of an eye, he was pressing you against the wall with his hips and was holding your arms above your head, trapping you there.
“Don’t you know what you do to me?” He whispered and ground his hips against yours.
You could definitely feel what you were doing to him.
“Please,” you gasped, feeling his lips ghost the shell of your ear.
“I’m going to fuck you, princessa.” He promised and you let out a moan at his words. “But first, I’m going to worship you.”
Without another word, he dropped to his knees in front of you and yanked down your jeans and panties before you could suck in another breath. He circled his arms around your thighs and pulled your legs over his shoulders.
You carded a hand through his hair and he held eye contact with you as he pressed a kiss on the inside of both of your thighs before placing one straight over your core. Your hand tightened in his hair.
Pietro licked a stripe up your centre, flicking his tongue around your clit. You let out a moan and your head fell back against the wall, your eyes squeezed shut.
“Look at me, princessa.” He ordered, and you complied, regarding him through half closed eyes. “I want you to watch me as I make you cum with my mouth.”
He delved into the heat between your legs, licking and sucking and nipping. You writhed against his mouth, biting your lip in an effort to keep quiet but it was no use.
His tongue teased your entrance before suddenly sliding inside, creating a whole new sensation in you. You gasped and arched your back, driving his tongue further inside you.
The sensation of a tidal wave of pure pleasure building in your lower stomach was torturing you, all brought on by the man between your legs and his magical tongue. You ached to have his fingers in you, or better yet, his dick.
“Pietro,” You moaned, which made him look up at you in question, but he never took his mouth off you. “I need you inside me.”
He just shook his head in response and you could feel him smirk against you. His nose bumped against your clit, sending your head into a spin.
“Please...” You groaned, but he ignored your requests and simply sped up his tongue, eager to bring you to orgasm.
As he coaxed you closer and closer to the edge, your legs began to quiver around his head. His tongue delved in deeper and with a speed you knew was only possible with him.
You tried to grind yourself against him but he held your hips still with a strong grip, only allowing you the pleasure he was willing to give to you.
He sucked hard at your clit before biting down on your bundle of nerves ever so gently, and that was it.
The knot in your stomach unravelled, and you along with it. It was impossible to keep your eyes open, and you screamed his name as your head tipped back against the wall.
Your legs shook as he carried you through your high with his tongue. The next thing you know, the softness of his comforter replaced the hard wall on your back and your head was nestled on a pillow.
He’d carried you to his bed and laid you down softly, lying over you and caging you in with his arms.
His eyes were filled with adoration, but also the hint of the hardness you knew always existed below the surface.
“Do you still doubt me?” He asked, trailing a hand up your side and under your shirt.
“It was never you I doubted.” You breathed, still trying to catch your breath after your mindblowing orgasm.
His eyes widened infinitesimally and he sat up abruptly on his heels, looking down at you from between your legs. He pulled his shirt off in a single tug and your eyes dropped to his chest and abdominals.
This man is a god.
He dipped back over you, arching his back into you as he ravaged your mouth with his own and ground his tracksuit-clad hips over your dripping pussy. You moaned into his mouth and traced his abs with your fingertips, earning a low groan in response.
His hand cupped your heat, sending shivers down your spine and causing a litany of curses to leave your mouth.
“Who did this to you, princessa?” He growled, slipping a finger between your folds.
“Y-You did.” You managed to get out between hitched breaths.
“And who is going to fuck you until you can’t walk?” He pushed down his pants and boxers until he was able to kick them off, leaving you both naked apart from your top.
“You are.” You breathed and allowed him to slide your top over your head and fling it across the room with great speed.
“Who do you belong to?” He murmured against your skin, tracing his lips across the top of your breasts. You arched your back so he could unclip your bra and skillfully remove it from you.
He sucked a nipple into his mouth and pinched the other, sending shockwaves to your core.
“You.” You answered, cupping his jaw and guiding his lips back to yours, where he met you with a punishing kiss. You could feel him lining up at your entrance and you wrapped your legs around his waist, encouraging him closer.
“And who loves you?” He whispered as he slowly began to enter you. Your eyes widened and you sharpened your gaze on him in shock.
“Wha-” He gripped your jaw and pressed his forehead against yours as he slowly entered you, never breaking eye contact.
“I said,” With a single thrust, he buried himself in you completely, laying a firm hand on your pelvis to stop your hips from writhing against him in pleasure. “Who loves you?”
He regarded you with such sincerity that you couldn’t return his intense stare, but the grip he had on your jaw refused to let you look away.
“Tell me.” He demanded, not moving inside you. You swallowed your fears, doubts and insecurities and levelled his gaze with yours.
“You do.” As you said it, you felt a smile overcome your features. “You love me.”
His eyes darkened with lust, and what you knew now to be love, and he kissed you passionately. You wrapped your hands around his biceps and gave yourself fully to him.
He drew out of you and thrust in again slowly. The little discomfort you had felt at the beginning was melting away and sheer, toe-curling pleasure was taking over.
You were still sensitive from your last orgasm, so every drag of his hips and drive of his cock in you added quickly to the coiling behind your navel.
You dug your nails into the flesh of his back as he continued his languid strokes. You could feel every vein of his member, its pulsating heat as it pushed and pulled you closer and closer to the edge.
“You’re mine,” Pietro growled against your lips, his hand on your hip tightening so much that you knew there was going to be a bruise there tomorrow, but you relished in it.
As if to prove his point, he traced a trail of kisses to your neck where he began to suck and nibble a large hickey.
“All yours...only yours, Pietro.” You agreed in moans, running your hands through his hair and tugging when the sensations became too much.
You were so close, and you told him so.
“Hold on, princessa.” He groaned, his hand cupped your jaw so gently that it threw you off balance; the rough snaps of his hips and the loving stroke of his thumb on your jaw.
“I want you to remember who made you like this, Y/N.” He said, his jaw clenching with the effort it took to hold off his impending orgasm. “Every time you close your eyes, you’re going to see me fucking you into the mattress.”
His accent along with his dirty words made your eyes roll into your head and you were so close you were certain you were going to fall off the edge with his next thrust.
“Say my name as you cum, baby.” He growled and the hand on your hip dipped to rub circles across your clit.
You exploded. Or maybe imploded is the right word.
His breath ghosting across your face as he whispered his native tongue to you, telling you to cum, his hand on your clit, his cock hitting spots in you that you didn’t know could cause so much pleasure... it was enough to bring tears to your eyes as your soul detached and shattered into a million particles.
Like you were told, you screamed his name as you orgasmed, your hands scraping down his back and your legs shaking around his waist as he continued to thrust into you, spurring on the waves of pleasure that assaulted you.
As you came down from your high, you caressed his face gently and looked deep into his eyes.
“I love you. I love you. I love you.” You murmured over and over again before he captured your lips with his and emptied himself in you.
His eyes screwep up and he let out a loud moan as he too reached his climax.
The last throes of your orgasm released you as he collapsed on top of you, his head buried in the crook of your neck.
He rolled off you and onto his back, dragging you with him and pulling you until you lay across his chest, your head resting over his loudly beating heart and your arms wrapped around each other.
“I love you, Y/N.” He whispered into your hair and you felt like you could fly away, you were that happy.
“I love you too, Pietro.” You tilted your head up and he kissed you sweetly on the mouth.
“That was something else.” He murmured as you both came up for air.
“Yeah, it was pretty...” You struggled to adequately describe the sex you just had.
“Mindblowing?” He offered with a cheeky grin.
“Exactly. Mindblowing.” You agreed and tucked your head back under his chin.
“You didn’t see that coming?” He questioned playfully.
“A month ago, definitely not.” You stated, tracing circles on his chest.
“And now?” He coaxed and this time it was you with the cheeky grin as you raised your head to look at him and hitched an eyebrow.
“Now...I wanna see how fast you really are.” You winked at him.
Pietro was suddenly the one blushing and flipped you onto your back in less than a second.
“Oh, you’re on.” He laughed and attacked your mouth with his.
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It all started with one of Sam Wilson’s snide remarks, as all things usually do.
A group of you were sitting around the kitchen counter, devouring an incredible lunch that Banner had whipped up. You were perched on a high stool next to Bucky, your sort-of boyfriend, who wasn’t really your boyfriend but was basically your boyfriend.
Somehow, you all got onto the topic of sex. It was a talent that these super-charge freedom fighters possessed: diverting any conversation back to sex. Boys will be boys and all that jazz, although with that being said, Natasha always egged them on; if only to see Bruce blush.
“Ok guys, but real question: what would it be like to get a blowie from a vampire?” You definitely chose the wrong time to zone in on the conversation.
“What the fuck are you guys going on about?” You laughed, clutching your stomach.
‘Well, you would know if you weren’t too busy making googly eyes at Tin-Man over there.” Tony snickered before dodging your kick.
“Doesn’t sound like we were missing much,” Bucky grumbled, wrapping a hand around your waist and pulling you away from your efforts to nail Tony in the shins with your steel-toed boots. You gave Tony a stink eye and allowed yourself to be tucked into the side of the massive super-soldier.
“Oh, man, you have no idea what you’re missing.” Sam let out a low, appreciative whistle.
“What, a vampire blowjob?” Bucky scoffed.
“No, just a good old, regular blowjob.” Sam countered. You felt Bucky stiffen next to you.
“How the fuck would you know what I’m missing out on?” He growled, but you couldn’t help but feel upset for him. You hadn’t thought to do that for him yet, and you had no idea whether he had actually experienced one before.
Not that it’s necessary to do that; sucking someone’s dick does not define a relationship, but still, the number of times he’s eaten you out, and nothing in return? You decided you’d have to change that, and soon.
“Oh sorry, I forgot you were living it up as a bachelor for the last few decades.” Sam rolled his eyes, making everyone snicker.
You could sense the tension rolling off Bucky’s form so you squeezed his hand before standing up abruptly.
“Oh god guys, I really don’t feel so good all of a sudden.” You moaned, clutching your stomach. Bucky immediately stood up, looking greatly concerned. You met his eyes through the curtain of your hair and gave him a tiny wink. He looked puzzled but didn’t say anything.
“You think it was the food?” Bruce looked horrified and began to walk towards you but you held up a hand.
“No, no, of course not. Probably just overtired, need to have a lie-down.” You waved him off. “Take me to my room?” You whispered to Bucky, looking up at him seductively through your eyelashes.
He blinked once, twice, before shaking himself out of his trance and nodding quickly. “Of course.” You grabbed his hand and led him out of the room, not even bothering to wave goodbye to anyone. Natasha gave you a knowing smirk as you walked past her, but your face told her that if she said anything, she’d be toast.
“What was all that about, Y/N?” Bucky said as you waited impatiently for the elevator.
“I had an epiphany.” You stated simply, stepping into the metal box once the doors chimed open. He followed you in and crowded you into a corner.
“About vampires and blowjobs?” He questioned, trailing a metal finger along your hip. You arched into him, but he only pushed against your further, your lower back now digging into the bars of the elevator.
“Mm...” you breathed as you ground against him, “just the latter, actually.”
Bucky stiffened and raised an eyebrow at you. “Is that right?” His voice had dropped a couple octaves and its husky timbre sent shivers down your spine.
You opened your mouth the reply but the ding of the elevator doors opening interrupted you. Instead, you grabbed Bucky by the hand and tugged him down the hallway to your room. Once inside, you pushed him onto the couch, where he sprawled out, still studying your face with a creased brow.
“You don’t have to prove anything to me, Y/N.” He stated, fixing you with a look.
“I know.” You replied simply before swiftly kneeling in front of him and resting your chin on his knee, looking up at him with puppy dog eyes. “But I really, really, really want to do this.” You assured him, running a hand up his thigh. His breathing stuttered and his eyelids drooped, but he was determined to keep his eyes on you.
“Well, if you insist.” He smirked, but it was all twisted up with lust. You returned his crooked smile and began to unbuckle his belt, and then his jeans.
“You’ve really never had a blowjob before?” You asked, making him groan.
“No, but thank you for making me feel a lot better about it.” He rolled his eyes, hissing as you pulled his engorged cock out of his jeans. You gripped it tightly, it’s girth too big for you to wrap your hand around it fully.
“No, I’m glad I can be your first.” You teased, moving your hand slowly up and down his immense length. “Because I’m going to ruin you. And if any other woman puts her mouth around your cock, all you’re going to be able to think about are my lips.” You smirked confidently, daring him to challenge you.
Of course, he did.
“Oh, you reckon?” He chuckled, but it was forced. His eyes were almost black with lust, his breathing was laboured and his hips were bucking gently into your hand.
“You doubting me?” You gasped, mockingly offended. In truth, his challenge only spurred you on. “I guess I do have something to prove after all.” You winked at him, but then you were done with talking.
You dipped your head and licked a broad stripe up his cock, from base to tip. He shuddered under you, his head falling back as a low groan escaped from his lips.
You kitten licked the tip of his member, lapping up the precum that was dripping from it. He looked down at you through half-closed eyes and you held eye contact as you enveloped him in your mouth in one dip, taking him as far as you could.
Bucky groaned and his flesh hand came up to grip your head, pulling your hair. You moaned at the feeling of his control slipping, and the vibrations that your moan sent up his cock made his hips jut upwards, sending his cock further down your throat.
You pulled off him, catching your breath and sending him a seductive wink before you engulfed him again. Your hand that was wrapped around the base massaged the parts that you couldn’t fit.
“Fuck, dollface,” Bucky grunted and you spied his metal hand gripping the edge of the couch with so much force that he had ripped into it. Breathing through your nose, you took him further, hollowing your cheeks and fluttering your tongue against him. The wet heat of your mouth continued to suck him closer to you, and his hips began to twitch.
You pulled your head up and sent him a dark look. ‘Don’t hold back, you won't hurt me.” You demanded. He opened his mouth to protest but you cut him off with a flick of your wrist along his member. “I mean it, Buck.” You returned to your task and moaned appreciatively when he followed your advice and began to apply a bit more pressure to the back of your head, which only egged him on.
You began to pick up a rhythm: lifting your head almost completely off him and suck vigorously on the tip until he was writhing, and then take his cock as far into your mouth as you could, swallowing around him. Each time he felt the walls of your throat contract around him, he let out a litany of curses and clutched your hair even tighter.
“Shit, Y/N.” He growled as you moved your hand in tandem with your mouth and picked up the pace. The wet sounds of you mouth around his cock filled the room, along with your heavy breathing and his quiet groans which were growing louder by the second.
You reached your unoccupied hand up to push his shirt above his navel, so you could see his abs flex with each movement of his hips. You looked up at him from under your lashes and saw him watching you with complete awe on his face.
His eyes were half-closed, and you could tell he was battling to him keep himself from screwing them shut and throwing his head back. His full lips were parted and his tongue darted out to wet them. His eyebrows were pulled together, and under them were his dark eyes that were fixed on your lips as the stretched around his member.
You scraped your nails along his abs, bring your hand back down towards his groin. With your tongue, you found a prominent vein along his length and traced it, eliciting a deep moan from Bucky.
“I’m close, doll,” He grunted as he pushed your head even further down involuntarily. “Fuck, sorry.” he cursed when you gagged. You shook your head lightly and pushed yourself down, once again gagging around his tip.
“Y/N... holy fuck.” His hand tightened in your hair and his eyes widened as he watched you drink him down more and more. Tears were gathering in your eyes but you pushed through it, eager to blow his mind. Literally.
“I’m gonna... mm, fuck.” Bucky cursed, his hips losing their rhythm and falling out of time with your thrusts. You held his hips down with your hand, or at least tried to, and stilled your other hand around the base of his cock, squeezing gently as you lifted your head up and connected your eyes with his.
“Cum for me, Buck.”
His back arched off the couch as you covered the tip of his cock with your mouth, sucking hard. Your tongue flitted against his frenulum and he came harder than he ever had before. You felt his seed hit the back of your throat and sucked harder, causing him to cry out.
His eyes screwed shut and his head fell back against the couch. The hand in your hair tightened even more, but you were just grateful it wasn’t his metal hand, as that had ripped through the couch cushions and was indenting his fingers into the wood beneath the stuffing.
His mouth was mouthing your name but only harsh breaths and grunts came out. You greedily swallowed every last drop he had to offer, and only when he began to shudder and pull on your hair did you let up.
You pressed a final kiss to his tip before shifting onto your heels, giving your legs a break (as they had fallen asleep).
His eyes were still shut and he was muttering your name like a mantra as he stroked the side of your face tenderly with his metal hand. He removed his other hand from your hair and gripped you under your arm, pulling you up onto his lap where he cradled you against his chest.
You straddled his waist and cupped his face in your hands, waiting for him to catch his breath. Once he did, his blue eyes opened to look deep into yours and you smiled mischievously.
“I think I proved my point, no?” You smirked, tracing your fingernail across his lips lightly. He replied with a hard kiss on your mouth, not caring about his own taste. Actually, the groan he let out told you he maybe enjoyed tasting himself on you.
“Sweetheart, that is an understatement.” He murmured against your lips. You smiled back and kissed him deeper. His hands dipped to your ass and he squeezed, making you squeal.
“Buck, you-” You began but he shut you up with a punishing kiss.
“You may have put James junior out of action for a couple of minutes, but that doesn’t mean I don’t have other talents.” He smirked before standing up abruptly and ripping your shirt over your head.
“Are you serious?” You asked, but you could feel heat pooling in your stomach already. Watching Bucky getting off had gotten you seriously wet, and although you were more than happy to just have a shower to cool you off, you were ecstatic and the turn this was taking.
“Dollface, get on the bed and spread your legs.” He demanded with a crooked smile, and you obeyed.
“You’re going to get so many blowjobs if it always leads to this.” You said breathily as he advanced towards you, pulling his own shirt over his head after shucking off his jeans.
“I think I can live with that.” He growled before pouncing on you.
You were awoken by the sudden need to pee. The mundane urge had you tiptoeing quickly to the bathroom, as you tried to not wake up your sleeping boyfriend.
You left the bathroom feeling ten pounds lighter and were thrilled to see that Loki was still fast asleep. He was sprawled out on his stomach, his jet black hair cascading across his pillow and his left arm unconsciously spread out into the empty space you had just left. His pale back shone in the moonlight that filtered in from the open curtain, the sheets pooled just above the curve of his ass.
Even in sleep, his back muscles were tense and stood out in dips and ridges in the pale light. You regarded him with hooded eyes, all traces of sleep leaving your body and quickly being replaced with another emotion. Unadulterated lust.
When it came to the God of Mischief, you couldn’t get enough. Luckily, the feelings were mutual and the two of you couldn't keep your hands off each other. You bit your lip as the muscles along his back contracted with each deep breath he took, and you thought about how those muscles could be used differently.
Like him on top of you...
You squeezed your thighs in an attempt to ebb your arousal, but the friction only spurred it on. You shook your head, deciding that no, you weren’t going to wake him up for another round, a mere couple of hours after the last several. You weren’t that much of a sex fiend.
And honestly, you would’ve stuck to your resolve, if he hadn’t had flipped onto his back, and if the outline of his giant cock wasn’t extremely visible through the thin, white sheet that was not curled dangerously low around his hips.
His abdominals were highlighted as he raised an arm above his head, settling into the cushions once more, his legs spread eagle across the bed.
Smirking deviously, you crept to the foot of the bed and ducked under the sheets, shuffling up the enormous expanse of the mattress until you found his foot, then his knees, then his thighs, then his...
You trailed your fingers up his lean thighs, eyeing the subtle shifts on tendons under his skin, the goosebumps that follow in their wake, but nothing wakes him yet. Your warm breath ghosting over his groin made him tense but doesn’t rouse him. At least, it didn’t wake him up. Other parts of him were certainly... rousing.
You decided you wanted to watch his face as he wakes up to you at his cock, and so you pulled the sheet off your head and kicked it behind you. The cool night air raised the hairs on your arms, but you knew you wouldn’t stay cold long.
His dick lay flaccid against his stomach, still sizeable even soft. You placed a soft kiss of the tip and watched in satisfaction as blood began to fill it. You brought your knees up under you so you were kneeling between his sprawled legs.
You gripped his hardening cock and pressed another kiss on the tip, this one lingering a bit longer. His eyelids fluttered and his abdominals contracted, but he still slept on. You decided you’d need to do a bit more to wake him up, so you dipped your head and lick a fat stripe up his shaft. A small gasp left his mouth and his hand snaked down towards you. You could tell he was only seconds away from waking up, and from being fully erect, so you engulfed him fully in your mouth.
As you did so, his eyes fluttered open and his hand gripped the back of your head, carding through your hair. You groaned around his cock at the feeling of his large hand pulling at your hair.
His eyes were still half-closed, but you could see him becoming more aware of what was happening by the second.
You hollowed your cheeks and pulled your mouth nearly off him, before dipping back down, your hand stroking whatever couldn’t fit. Suddenly, his eyes opened completely.
“Morning, sweetheart.” He said, his voice husky with sleep, which only added to the fire growing in your stomach. You pulled off him with a wet pop and grinned mischievously at him.
“Sleep well, Loki?” You asked him teasingly, continuing to pump him with your hand.
“Mm, you could say that.” He said quietly, stroking your hair. His gentleness took you by surprise, but you surmised he was still too sleepy to take control just yet, so you pressed kisses along the shaft of his dick, from base to tip.
“You know, I was having the best dream,” He started, groaning quietly when you took him back in your mouth. You hummed in response, making him tighten his grip on your hair once again. “My beautiful angel was kneeling before me, hands tied and mouth gagged, her hair all mussed up.” As he said this, you felt yourself become even wetter and dipped a hand between your own legs.
Unfortunately, or fortunately, rather, Loki noticed this and pulled your mouth off his cock with a rough hand, propping up on his elbow to pull your face close to his. His eyes were lust-blown and nearly black, and his usually perfectly-gelled hair was falling across his forehead and over his shoulders.
“What is your plan here?” He demanded, his voice still gravelly and shiver-inducing. “I’m awake, and I’m horny as hell, so what do you propose we do now?” His usual mischevious tone was there, but so was absolute dominance. You crawled up the length of his body and settled with your legs straddling his hips.
He shifted so that he was sitting with his legs under him, you wrapped around his hips on top of him. You arms snaked over his shoulders and trailed through his hair, gaining a purr from your boyfriend. He set his hands on your hips, massaging your skin through the fabric of your thin silk nightie.
“I want...” You trailed off breathlessly, your back arching as his hands lowered to grip your ass, which caused your naked core to grind against his rock-hard member. His gaze darkened even more if that was possible, and a low growl emitted from the god. He was much too impatient to play his usual games and told you as much.
“You have five seconds to tell me what you want, sweetheart before I pin you down and take you.” He narrowed his eyes, inching your nightie over your thighs and up to your waist, his hands leaving trails of fire in their wake.
“One,” he began, not taking his eyes off you. You racked your brain for the words but they wouldn’t come. Each brain cell you had was focused on the way his hands gripped your waist and the way his hips rocked his cock lightly against your core, torturing you with feather-light touches.
“Two,” His head dipped to your neck and he placed soft kisses along your jaw, pulling you closer and subsequently making your hips grind down harder on his. You stifled a moan.
“Three,” He began to suck a dark mark on the juncture of your neck and shoulder, and you bared your neck to him eagerly. You almost forgot about your time limit before he growled: “Four. Running out of time, my love. What do you want? Tell me now, or...” he trailed off menacingly, but his tone and the promise of something else made your decision for you.
He placed kisses up your neck and along to your ear, where he stopped. “Five.” He whispered, his lips brushing the shell of your ear. He pulled back and arched a brow at you, “Time’s up.”
You looked him defiantly in the eyes and set your jaw, your silence speaking volumes. Understanding dawned on him and a smirk settled on his lips, his eyes shining. He tugged your nightie over your head and discarded it.
“You’re mine now.” He growled and gripped your jaw roughly. His entire demeanour changed in a second: his muscles tightened, his jaw clenched, his eyes lost all traces of sleep and pure, unadulterated lust, filled them. He bared his teeth in a Cheshire grin and wrapped his other arm around your waist, pulling you flush against him.
He claimed your mouth possessively, and you had no option but to surrender completely. His tongue traced your gums, his teeth nipped at your bottom lip and you could swear you tasted blood. The hand on your jaw slipped to your throat and lightly squeezed the sides of your neck, constricting your breathing just enough to keep you panting.
Loki’s hips gyrated against yours, pushing his leaking cock along your slit with each shift. His arm around your waist dropped until it rested on your ass, which he kneaded roughly. You squealed as he smacked it thrice quickly before soothing it with a soft rub.
“You like that, don’t you? You filthy little slut.” He growled against your lips.
“Only for you.” You panted and earned a satisfied grin in response. His hand dipped lower, following the curve of your ass until his fingertips brushed your centre. You mewled and thrust back, trying to create some friction, but he wouldn’t allow it.
“Uh-uh, sweetheart. You lost that privilege.” He reminded you with a smirk. You groaned and instead bucked forwards, rubbing your clit against the head of his cock. You moaned at the feeling and he hissed, squeezing your throat tighter.
“Ok, that’s enough,” Loki rumbled and within seconds you were on your stomach, pinned underneath him with your hands tied behind your back with an invisible bond. Loki straddled your thighs, his hands splayed on your ass. You arched your back, trying to press back into him, but he held you down.
“This was your doing, my love. You knew the consequences.” You could basically hear the self-satisfied smirk in his voice, and he punctuated the word ‘consequences’ with a hard slap on your ass. You cried out and jerked under him, and again as another followed. The mix of pleasure and pain was almost too much for you, and you didn’t know if you should cum or cry.
“Please, Loki.” You sobbed, pulling at your hands. He gripped your hair and pulled your head back, leaning forward until his lips were at your ear and his dark hair was falling across your face.
“You don’t get to plead.” He let you go and your head fell back against the pillows. You felt his hands on your hips, pulling you back until your ass was in the air, completely baring yourself to him. He placed two light kisses on each cheek before you heard him shift, the mattress bouncing underneath you both and he positioned himself at your entrance.
Without any warning, he thrust into you. Hard. You bit down on the pillow to stifle your scream. He filled you up so completely, and then some. But he didn’t allow you to adjust. He adopted a rapid pace, impaling you over and over and over again until you were a quivering mess underneath him.
His hands gripped your hips, leaving marks the shape of his slender fingers. One of his hands reached up to wrap around your hair, which he yanked back until he could see the tears forming in your eyes. The tension in your stomach was building as if each nerve was carrying pure pleasure and feeding it into the knot behind your navel.
“Is this what you wanted?” He asked, once again bending over so he was at your ear, his pace never relenting. You couldn’t form any words so you just moaned, but he got the message. “Good, because it’s what you’re going to get. Until you pass out or can’t walk. Whatever comes first.”
At his promise: you couldn’t help but shiver. The tension was becoming too much to hold back, and your hands griped fruitlessly at the air as your impending orgasm loomed over you.
“Loki, I-” you cried, but it was too late. It hit you like a tsunami, pulling you under and refusing to spit you back out as he kept pounding into you. You shook like a leaf under him, his name falling from your lips like a prayer and you rode through your orgasm.
“That’s it, princess.” He praised, his grip relaxing on your hair, allowing your upper body to slump against the mattress. He slowed down just enough to shift your position. You were suddenly on your side, with Loki behind you. His chest pressed up against your back, his cock still sheathed in you. He grabbed your leg behind your knee and hitched it up, opening you for him.
The new angle was hitting spots in you that made you see stars. You didn’t even have time to recover properly before your second orgasm was building, bigger than the first. His breath was harsh across the side of your face, and he began to nibble on your ear lobe.
He knew that was your sweet spot, and the sensations sent sparks across your skin. His other hand wormed its way under your body and around to your front, where he began to pinch your nipples between his long fingers.
Your second orgasm crept up on you, and before you knew it you were under. You curse and swore, your one hand reached behind you to delve into his hair and the other was over the top of his on your breasts, squeezing his fingers.
“That’s my good girl, cum for me again.” He murmured into your ear. As you came down, you realised he hadn’t stopped fucking you, hadn’t even slowed down. On the contrary, he had actually sped up.
“Loki, I can’t...” You panted and moaned, trying to buck away from him, but it only egged him on. You felt him smile against the shell of your ear and hitch your leg higher, driving him deeper in you.
“This is what happens when you wake me up, Y/N.” He grunted, “Did you really expect I’d just go back to sleep, with you and that mouth of yours all over my cock. Driving me insane.” His voice was still husky and sent goosebumps down your spine.
His hand on your breasts inched up to your throat and circled it once again. He forced you to bow your back against him, creating a whole new angle that was driving you insane. The overstimulation was almost too much but exactly right at the same time.
“C’ mon sweetheart. One more for me.” He growled, and you could tell he was close from the increased fervour of his hips and the tremor in his voice. His other hand let go of your leg, but before you could close your legs, he hooked it over his bent knee, spreading you out even more. His fingers dipped to the apex of your thighs, rubbing small, fast circles on the bundle of nerves there.
“Now, Y/N. Cum with me.” He ordered, and you could only obey. Your mouth opened in a silent scream and tremors hit your body, making you twitch. He let out a low series of grunts as he finished in you, his thrusts slowing as he emptied himself inside of you.
As he did this, he kept his fingers moving on your clit. You bucked and tried to close your legs, to stop the pleasurable torture, but his knee prevented you from doing so. You clawed at the hand on your neck, leaving scratches across his knuckles and wrist. The more you tried to get away from his hand, the further you drove yourself onto his cock: there was no escape.
“Loki-” You gasped, trying to push his hand away, but to no avail. It continued to inflict its sweet torture. He breathed a dark laugh and another orgasm crashed over you.
Your eyes rolled into the back of your head and you blacked out.
You came to about forty seconds later. Loki had pulled out and was spooning you from behind, his head nuzzled against the nape of your neck. He had his arms wound around you, and his leg was draped over your own.
You were cocooned by the God of Mischief.
You snuggled closer to him and let yourself relax into his arms. He smiled against your neck and pressed a light kiss there.
“You said only one more.” You yawned, completely spent. He chuckled.
“Well, technically I said until you passed out. Or couldn’t walk.” He quipped. “It’s not my fault it took another orgasm to do that.”
“I’m pretty sure I wouldn’t have been able to walk after the second one.” You frowned playfully, earning another laugh.
“I couldn’t be bothered to test that theory. Now sleep.” He demanded, pulling you impossibly closer. You smiled and closed your eyes, satisfied for the next couple of hours.
Or until he got his payback on you for waking him up...
Prompt: If you don’t like my teasing, then why are you moaning?
Summary: You and Loki are forced to attend a fancy dinner in Asgard, where you question Loki’s talents. He shows you just how talented he really is.
Warnings: Oral, teasing, public, dirty talk, cloning (of himself), smut, dom elements
“I detest these dinners.” Loki frowned as he helped do up the corsetting in the back of your long silk gown.
“Don’t be rude.” You frowned playfully at him in the mirror, watching as his eyebrows furrowed in concentration.
“God damn it...Y/N, I don’t know what I’m doing.” He finally admitted, running a hand through his long hair in frustration.
“How can it be that hard?” You huffed, reaching around your own waist and beginning to lace your dress up.
“Well, usually I’m taking these evil contraptions off, not putting them on.” He smirked, snaking his arms around your hips and tucking his chin into the nook of your neck, kissing your skin there lightly. You sighed, wishing more than anything that you could forgo the entire evening and stay in bed with your boyfriend, but duty calls.
“Stop that.” You demanded, but there was no heat behind your words. He continued to kiss a trail up to your ear, where he nipped lightly, causing you to let out a squeak. “Seriously, Loki, if you don’t cut that out we’re never going to get there.” His arms around you tightened.
“I don’t see that being a problem.” His melodic voice was muffled against your skin.
“You know how the Allfather gets, he’ll send down your mother to fetch us. Better yet, he’ll send down Thor.” You reminded your overzealous boyfriend. You’d been caught in that situation twice before, and really weren’t keen for a third time. His attractive face twisted into a scowl.
“Let them try! I am Loki, son of Laufey, God of Mischief and I will-”
“Listen to my girlfriend because she knows best?” You finished for him, turning in his arms and cupping his enraged face in your hands. He calmed down, resting his forehead against yours.
“Sorry, I blame the sexual frustration.” He muttered, smirking lightly.
“Sexual frustration? Loki, we literally had sex not even a half hour ago!” You exclaimed.
“Exactly! It’s been far too long.” He groaned, grabbing your hands from where they were grasping the ties of your corset behind you and attempting to undo all the progress you’d already made.
“Loki, I’m serious, we have to go! It’ll only be an hour, two at most.” You promised, backing away from his wandering hands and finishing tying up your dress.
His long body leant against the dresser, his lithe muscles and narrow hips making you seriously question your own sanity in choosing to leave. Before you could change your mind, however, there was a knock on the door.
“Loki, Y/N! Are you ready for dinner?” Frigga’s voice floated through the door and you both sighed.
“Coming, mother!” Loki growled, for which you catechised him.
“Stop being a prick.” You hissed as he grabbed your hand and lead you to the door.
“Just you wait, darling, I’ll show you a prick.” He winked quicker than a flash and sent you his devious smile, but before you could question him, Frigga was upon the two of you.
“Your father is waiting in the hall,” Frigga cautioned and you had to stop Loki from letting out a ‘not my real father’ with a tug of his arm, “and you know he doesn't like to wait.”
“We apologise, your majesty, I was having trouble lacing up my dress.” You bowed your head, and she sent you a warm smile.
“Not to worry, my dear, I understand how difficult those things can be. And how utterly useless men are at helping.” She nodded her head towards Loki with an affectionate grin. You laughed at his outraged expression.
“Agreed, it’s definitely not where their talents lie.” You added.
“Say what you want, I know my talents.” He finally said as you entered the grand hall. “I cannot wait to eat.” He growled into your ear, and his tone had you whirling around to face him.
“Loki, do not-” You began, but Odin cut you off.
“So glad you two could join us!” His deep voice boomed across the hall and he spread his arms out, gesturing at the incredible feast that was laid out upon the equally impressive dining table. He sat at one end, with Frigga on his left. A couple of important people were seated at the table as well, but none of them you knew the name of.
“No Thor tonight?” Loki asked innocently, ignoring your glare as he pulled out a seat for you. You sat down and he took his place at the other head of the table.
“Unfortunately not, he had some urgent business to take care of in Midgard,” Odin announced, looking dreadfully proud of his firstborn. “Thor does so much for the rest of the seven kingdoms, you know. He’s such a caring boy. Not to mention his power! Oh ho! He could flick an ice giant through a wall, I have no doubt!” Frigga, absolutely mortified, started to whisper-yell at her husband, who seemed to be on good terms with the brandy already.
You could sense Loki’s anger so you aimed a kick at him under the table. He knew it was coming and caught your foot effortlessly, sending you a dark look.
“I’d watch yourself, my love.” He said lowly so that no one else could hear. Not that anyone would regardless, the table was so big that you were a good metre away from the person next to you and even more from the lady across the table. Loki was the closest person to you, and whilst that would normally make you relaxed, it only filled you with a sense of dread at that point.
“Loki, please calm down-” You began but a tug of your leg stopped you short.
“Do not.... test me, Y/N. Not tonight.” He let go of your leg and gripped the bridge of his nose with two fingers. You felt sorry for him, you knew how much he hated being compared to Thor, and yet it seemed that every chance his (adoptive) parents got, they would always find a way to rub it in his face.
He was the outsider.
That still didn’t excuse his behaviour towards you, so you sat stonily in your chair and ignored the sorrowful looks your boyfriend was shooting you.
“Darling, I’m sorry, you know it’s not you. I-” Loki reached out and tried to grip your hand but you snatched it away, taking a sip of the red wine in front of you.
“A toast!” Odin roared, standing up suddenly from his seat and swaying slightly. “To Thor!” He suddenly winced and you were willing to put money on Frigga taking a well-aimed kick under the table. “...and to the rest of my family! And my friends! To us all, to everyone!” He hurried and threw back the rest of his drink. The rest of the table cheered in response and finished off their glasses as well before digging into the feast.
A low melody began to play as the band picked up their instruments and sounds of laughter and chatter filled the air. You were still ignoring Loki and instead engaged in small talk with the lady across the table from you.
“The silent treatment, huh?” Loki muttered and you could basically hear the smirk in his voice. “I know a way to get you talking, darling.” You were concerned about what his methods would be, but surely he wouldn’t try anything with his family sitting metres away?
The sound of a metal fork clattering against the stone ground made you swivel your head to look at Loki, who was smirking straight at you. “Clumsy me, I dropped my fork.” He ducked under the table and swiftly reappeared, making you even more confused about his motives.
Before you could say a word, you felt a hand slid up your thigh, under your gown.
Your knee jerked and hit the table, causing everyone’s heads to spin to you and your blushing face. Loki sat there with a knowing smile, his fingers steepled under his chin.
How...
“Sorry everyone, I thought I felt a spider, it was just a cobweb.” You laughed breathily, another hand running up your other leg. You shot Loki a bewildered look, knowing those long fingers were definitely his, yet he was still sat in his seat, his hands in plain view...
“Oh, I’m so sorry, would you like a maid to quickly clean it away?” Frigga asked, already motioning for a servant to come over to the table.
You snuck a look under the table and had to smother a yelp. There was Loki, kneeling between your legs, his beautiful face adorned with a devious smile, holding a single finger up to his lips.
“No! No!” You cried, waving the maid away, afraid that if she got to close then you would certainly be caught in a predicament. “Honestly, it’s fine. Let’s carry on with the meal, it’s delicious.” You smiled at Frigga, who still looked concerned but allowed the maid to return to her post. Slowly, everyone resumed their meals, leaving you be.
“Explain yourself. Now.” You hissed at the Loki sitting to your right, at the head of the table.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” He deadpanned, taking a sip of his wine. The Loki between your legs shifted his hands up to your hips before gripping them and tugging you forwards in your seat. You gasped and looked under the table once more. Loki sent you a cheeky wink before disappearing under your voluminous skirt.
His shoulders pushed your legs apart as he settled between them, his hands circling your thighs. His warm breath ghosted against your panties; white and lacy, just as Loki liked.
“Loki, what are you doing?” You whisper-yelled.
“Who, me? I’m trying to enjoy dinner, my love.” The Loki to your right smirked knowingly at you. “Is there a problem?”
“You know damn well that there’s a problem!” Your voice was raised enough that the lady across from you looked towards the two of you, but you sent her a reassuring smile. She returned it and continued her conversation with the gentleman next to her.
“I don’t know if I’d call that a problem,” Loki whispered, his voice low as he regarded you through his lashes, gesturing under the table. Your stomach jolted at the look and you couldn’t help the heat pooling in your stomach. The other Loki placed a chaste kiss on the apex of your thighs, through your panties, causing you to gasp and redden.
“Okay, you’ve proven your point.” You hissed, gripping the arms of your chair until your knuckles were white.
“And what would that be?” He asked, hitching an eyebrow at you.
“That you’re talented.” You breathed out, the other Loki beginning to nuzzle against your core, his nose grinding on your clit and his hair tickling your thighs.
“Have I proved it though?” He sighed as if in thought. “You know what, darling, I don’t think I have.” He shrugged as he took another sip of wine, and you watched hungrily as his tongue darted across his tips to chase every last drop.
“Loki, please.” You barely contained your moans. “Stop teasing, we can leave now, just-” You were cut off as the other Loki all of a sudden licked a stripe up your centre, through your soaking panties.
“If you don’t like my teasing, then why are you moaning?” The Loki sitting at the table leaned closer to you and ran a finger down your exposed arm, leaving raised hairs in its wake. You tried to capture his hand with your own but he was too swift, recoiling at the last second.
You couldn’t argue with him; the other Loki was sending shivers up your spine as he hooked his fingers in the band of your underwear and began to inch them down your legs. You tried to close your legs but his broad shoulders stopped you and held them in place.
“Behave, or I’ll make this way harder for you.” The Loki to your right warned. You pleaded at him with your eyes but to no avail. With no barrier between the other Loki and your wet heat, he dived in, licking a fat stripe up your slit.
This time, you couldn’t stifle your moan. Every head shot towards you, making you sputter. “Sorry, the food’s just...so good!” You gasped out, trying to smile. The other guests agreed enthusiastically, nodding their heads in approval.
“I must say, it does taste absolutely divine,” Loki added without taking his eyes off you.
“Oh, I’m so glad everyone is enjoying the meal!” Frigga’s eyes lit up with a smile.
“She says that like she cooked it,” Loki muttered under his breath so only you could hear.
Your reproachful “Loki!” quickly turned into another moan as the other Loki began to suck on your clit. The stimulation was driving you insane, and you dropped a hand underneath the table to grip him by the head through your silk gown.
A finger teased your entrance before slipping effortlessly inside on you. You had to bite down on your knuckles to keep yourself from alerting the entire dinner party to how much pleasure was coursing through your body.
“Having fun there, my love?” Your boyfriend asked innocently. You glared at him half-heartedly, unable to be angry at him at such a time.
“Sweetheart, I swear to god, if we do not leave her right now, you are in so much trouble.” You growled, your head tipping back as another finger entered you. The other Loki curled them inside of you, causing your hips to buck and your eyes to squeeze shut.
“Y/N, are you alright?” The lady across from you asked suddenly. You looked to Loki to see what would be his proposed answer. He held your gaze, seemingly weighing the pros and cons of the situation.
“She’s fine.” He decided, ignoring your glare. “I think the heat’s just getting to her.” He fanned himself for effect. The mouth against you hummed in amusement, sending vibrations through your core. You gasped, feeling the know in the pit of your stomach grow with every flick of his tongue and curl of his finger.
“I understand completely.” The lady laughed in agreement. “The weather is so unpredictable these days.”
“Indeed.” Was all Loki said before effectively shutting her out of the conversation. He returned his gaze to you and met your glare with a smirk.
You didn’t dare open your mouth in fear that a moan would escape, and so instead used all your efforts to try and stop the oncoming orgasm you could feel thundering towards you.
The other Loki sped up his pace, moving his fingers in and out of you with such a speed you were left breathless. He began to suck harshly on your clit, nipping at it lightly. The mix of absolute, sheer pleasure and the sharpness of his teeth on your sensitive skin made you see stars.
“Loki, I’m about to-fuck!” You were cut off by your own moan as your orgasm hit you like a tidal wave. Your head fell back against the backboard of the chair as his tongue and fingers continued to assault you, riding you through your throes of pleasure.
Your legs shook around his shoulders and your hand tightened on his head, but whether you were pushing him away or pulling him closer was hard to tell.
Your breathing slowed with your heart rate, and the other Loki licked one final stripe up your slit, collecting all your juices before his touch vanished completely. Left feeling quite empty, you collected yourself, sucking in deep breaths and opened your eyes to see everyone was frozen in place.
“Wha...” Your eyes widened and you looked over to Loki who was grinning at you like a wolf.
“You’re lucky I hit pause, or everyone would have seen that face you make when you orgasm.” He chuckled, his chair screeching as it was pushed back when he stood up. “That’s just for me.”
“You...froze everyone?” You asked dumbly, your brain still not quite working all that well after your mindblowing orgasm. Loki stalked over to you, pulling out your chair with one strong movement and turning it to face him.
Kneeling down in front of you, he pushed some sweaty strands of hair off your face before pulling you down into a punishing kiss. You could taste yourself on his lips. You pulled back, pushing a hand to his chest to keep him at a distance.
“Not so fast, buddy.” His expression darkened, but you could still see a playful glint in his eyes. “You do not get a reward for that little stunt you pulled.”
“That little stunt left you a writhing, moaning mess, did it not?” His voice dropped and he stood up, towering over you. “You just had one of the best orgasms of your life, no?” You couldn’t deny it, so you clamped your jaw shut. He could see that you weren’t going to argue and a smirk slipped onto his features.
“That’s what I thought, darling.” He swiftly leant down and gripped you lightly by the throat, with enough pressure to make your insides squirm and heat start to pool in your belly again. “Now, why don’t you be a good girl and stand up for me, okay?” His tone left no room for argument, not that you were going to.
You stood up on shaky legs only to be immediately turned around so your back was pressing up against his front. You could feel his straining erection and teasingly ground your ass against it. Now that the entire room was suspended in time, you had no qualms at all.
Loki shoved you forwards so that you were kneeling on the seat, your hands gripping the backboard tightly. His arms wrapped around you, pulling you back so you were flush against him.
“I think I deserve a thank you, don’t you?” He growled in your ear, grinding his crotch against your backside.
“Yes.” You agreed breathlessly. His hand came up to grip your hair, which he pulled until your head tilted back enough to connect your wide eyes with his lust-blown ones that were currently narrowed in mock aggression.
“Yes, what?” He challenged.
“Yes, my lord.” Your breath hitched over the title and he let out a small groan.
He released your hair and used both hands to hike your dress up. You held it above your waist, baring your naked form to him from the waist down. He moaned appreciatively, sliding a finger up your exposed slit and finding it sopping wet.
“Look what I’ve already done to you, my love.” He lifted his finger and engulfed it in his mouth. You turned your head to capture his lips in a kiss. You waited in anticipation as you heard him unbuckle his pants and then finally felt his massive length slap against your backside as it was released.
He let out a low hiss, running the tip along your slit and coating it nicely with your juices. The sensitive skin of your heat made you moan at the contact and subconsciously buck your hips forward, trying to escape that overstimulation.
He tutted and gripped your hips roughly, pulling them back. “I'm going to fuck in front of all these people, and they’ll never know.” He stated gruffly, lining up with your entrance.
“Please, my lord.” You moaned, not being able to take the teasing anymore. Loki obliged you, entering you completely in one swift thrust. He bottomed out with a groan, your mouth slack-jawed.
“So tight for me, darling.” He growled, pulling out almost entirely before plunging back into you again with a snap of his hips. One hand remained on your hips whilst the other tightened around your neck once more, pulling your head back and making you arch your back. “Tell me how it feels.” He demanded in your ear.
“Fuck, Loki! Feels so good.” You moaned, your eyes screwed shut. The feeling of him pulling and pushing inside of you was causing the knot in your stomach to tighten for the second time that night. He quickened his hips, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh the only thing in the room apart from your combined moans.
“Who’s doing this to you, Y/N? Who’s making you feel like this?” He began to suck and nibble a dark hickey onto the side of your neck. You titled your head to the side allowing him more access as you answered him.
“You, my lord. Only...you!” A particularly hard thrust knocked the breath out of you and you reached a hand up to tangle in his long dark locks.
His ego-trip made him positively purr and he smirked against your skin.
“Exactly...” He growled and his hand left your throat to rub circles on your clit. You cried out and tried to escape the overstimulation yet again, but his hand snaked around your waist and held you in place. “You’re not going anywhere, my love.”
You could barely breathe with how your senses were being attacked: his engorged member hitting a new spot in you with every thrust, his hand on your clit, his mouth on your neck... it was becoming too much.
“Loki, please...” You moaned loudly, a sob catching in your chest. It felt so good it hurt.
“Almost there, darling.” He groaned, his hips becoming faster as he chased his own release. “Hold on for me.”
“I can’t,” You sobbed, your body beginning to spasm with the force of the orgasm you were barely holding back. “Feels...too much...I-” You couldn’t form a coherent sentence and you yanked at his hair, causing him to let out an animalistic growl.
“Now, come for me.” He ordered gruffly, never ceasing his thrusts or the rubbing of your clit.
You let go, the knot expanding inside you like a rubber band until it snapped, and a massive tsunami of pleasure washed over you. Your mouth was open in a silent scream, your entire body convulsing as shockwaves went through you.
Loki wasn’t far behind you. With a grunt and the stuttering of his hips, he spilt his seed into you, continuing to pump his hips until both of you were completely spent. He bit down on the skin of your neck to muffle his moans, only stopping the movement of his hands once you started to shake like a leaf.
“Fuck, Y/N.” He panted, resting his forehead on the nape of your neck. You couldn’t respond immediately as you were still trying to catch your breath. “That was...”
“Incredible.” You finished for him.
“Indeed.” He agreed, allowing the two of you to catch your breath for a few more minutes before slowly slipping out of you. Letting your dress fall around your legs, you tried to stand up but your legs buckled beneath you. Before you could fall, Loki was cradling you in his arms and tucking you against his chest.
“I think an early night is in order.” He placed a kiss on your forehead before suddenly unfreezing the dinner party. Music and laughter punctured your little bubble and made you jump.
Frigga, noticing that you were suddenly in Loki’s arms, became worried.
“Oh dear, is she ok?” She asked Loki with a deeply concerned look.
“Don’t worry, mother, just a bit tired is all. I’ll take her to bed now.” He said and began to back towards the grand doors. You waved half-heartedly at the party as the two of you left successfully and then rested your head on Loki’s chest.
“I think we got away with it.” You yawned, nuzzling his neck.
“Do you not have any faith in my talents?” He quizzed but there was no seriousness behind his question, so you just laughed in response.
“After that, I will never doubt them again, I can promise you.”
Prompt: You and Bucky have been playing this game and ‘who’s gonna make the first move’ for ages now, and finally he grows some balls.
Warnings: smut, (semi) public foreplay, dirty talk, light dom/sub tones
It was a Friday night, and somehow you ended up at some high-class club in the middle of Vienna. You and the team had been tailing this sleazy human trafficker for days now, and you finally managed to corner him in Klub Indigo.
And you were the bait.
“Y/N, at your 10 o’clock.” Steve’s voice came over the tiny intercom in your ear that was hidden in the voluminous waves of your hair. Subtly, you shifted your dancing body to locate Vinz Ratmayr, the asshole who was responsible for at least a dozen deaths of young women, in the last few weeks alone.
Fighting back the urge to rush him and stomp his head into the ground, you met his eyes through lowered lashes and seductively bit your lip. He reacted as well as you’d all hoped, and with a cocky smirk, he stalked over to where you were swaying your hips to the beat.
“Hook, line and sinker.” You muttered as you twirled, your arms raised above your head and your hair cascading down your back. You felt the warmth of another body behind you and fingers caress your waist. Pretending you didn’t want to break each of his fingers one by one was difficult, but you managed to keep your seductive smirk painted on as you turned in his grasp and run your hands up and down his chest.
Apparently, you weren’t the only one struggling to keep it cool. A low growl in your earpiece followed by a “Down, Bucky” let you know a certain James Buchanan Barnes was barely holding himself back from storming onto the floor and taking the guy out with his bare hands.
After several minutes of dancing (if you could call very one-sided grinding ‘dancing’) your target leant down to mutter into your ear.
“Lass uns hier raus.” Let’s gett outta here.
You nodded enthusiastically, beyond eager to get this show on the road.
“Lead him my way.” Clint's voice told you, and you spotted him along a row of balconies to your left. You began to lead Vinz towards the stairs by his hand, but he pulled back, motioning towards the neon green ‘Ausfahrt’ sign. Exit.
You tried once more to persuade him to follow you up to the stairs, but he tightened his grip and pulled you even harder to the steel door that would lead you out to an alley.
This was not part of the plan.
You sent Clint a worried look before following Vinz reluctantly, scanning the room for your other friends. You made eye contact with an extremely concerned Bucky, whose eyebrows were knitted together and was chewing harshly on his lips.
“Ok, Y/N. Change of plan. Exit to the alley. Wanda will meet you out there and hold him until we get there, ok?” Came Steve’s order, and you nodded your head slightly, knowing he was probably looking at you.
“I’ve got your back, draga mea.” You had no idea what Bucky had called you, but it warmed your cheeks (and your heart) all the same.
“As always.” You could hear Natasha’s snide comment even without the earpiece and looked up to see her dancing nonchalantly in front of you.
You let Vinz lead you out to the alley, where as soon as the door slammed behind you he backed you up against the dirty brick wall and caged you in with your arms. It was a position you had been in many times before, usually with quite a rather temperamental winter soldier, but this had a completely different vibe to it.
Before Vinz could even say a word, his eyes glowed red and widened. Wanda appeared from behind him, her fingers caressing the air next to his temples and rendering him incapacitated.
“And... scene.” You could hear Clint’s smirk before you could see it, as he and Bucky came bursting through the Klub door. Bucky immediately rushed to you, scanning your body from head to toe to make sure you weren’t hurt.
Once he was able to see that you were fine and that there was no immediate danger, he also noticed your tight red dress that clung to your body, leaving very little to the imagination.
“You did good, kid.” Steve clapped a hand onto your shoulder amicably, but you didn’t miss the narrowing of Bucky’s eyes on his best friend’s hand.
“Always the tone of surprise.” You rolled your eyes playfully. “Now, why don’t you boys run along with your prize, my dance got interrupted.” You were ecstatic that your hours upon hours of stakeouts were finally over, and decided that you deserved a break. One that included heavy techno music, dancing and a whole lot of alcohol.
“I’m with Y/N on this one,” Natasha stated as she peeked her head through the Klub door. “See you, fellas, later.” She motioned you to join her and you did so gladly.
“Shouldn’t one of us stay with you?” Bucky spoke up, looking solely at you. “You know, for protection.”
“You don’t trust me with your girl?” Natasha questioned.
“She’s not my-”
“I’m not his-” You both began, then stopped exasperatedly, releasing that speaking at the same time wasn’t going to do you any favours.
“Look, you ain’t fooling anyone, but that’s none of my business.” She smirked at you, “Now, are we dancing or what?” She tugged at your arm, but you sent one last look at Bucky.
“You can join if you want...?” You suggested, but he was now looking at the ground, a red tinge on his cheeks.
“Nah, I’m good.” He continued to avoid eye contact with you as he looked at Steve. “Plus, Stevey here could probably use the help.” You nodded and allowed Natasha to pull you into the club, letting yourself be overcome with the heavy pulsing of the club music.
2 hours, 4 shots and about 80 songs later, Natasha pouted at something over your shoulder. You followed her eyes and saw Bucky and Clint scouring the club.
“Oh poo, they sent the babysitters.” She whined, ducking her head when they began to look in your direction. You waved enthusiastically at Bucky, whose clenched jaw relaxed a great deal when he finally found you. He gestured at you to go to him, but you laughed and shook your head, beckoning for him to instead come over to you.
He and Clint shared a few words, after which the dark-haired, blue-eyed and utterly gorgeous Winter Soldier began to awkwardly manoeuvre through the gyrating crowd to you. Natasha, swearing at being found out, began to twirl away from you.
“I’m gonna let you handle this one.” She sent you a knowing wink before disappearing into the throng of bodies.
“Howdy, partner.” Bucky had to yell over the music to be heard as he reached you, and you immediately slung your arms around his neck and attempted to get him to sway with you.
“Hiya, sarge!” You giggled into his ear, the light buzz of alcohol egging you on. Certainly not enough to be anywhere near drunk, but definitely enough to make you confident enough to call Bucky Sarge.
And you could tell that name did something to him by the way his back straightened and his hands came up to grip your waist. Tight.
“You ready to go home?” He asked you, his head dipping so his lips could brush against the shell of your ear. You shuddered at the feeling of his breath ghosting your neck.
“Just getting started.” You shook your head, your voice breathless. He hummed in amusement, letting your hips under his hands guide him in a quick dance.
“You know, we’ve been doing this dance for a while now.” He mused, his hands dropping dangerously low, sending your stomach into a spiral.
“But you just got here.” You pointed out.
“That’s not the dance I’m talking about, and you know it.” He growled into your ear.
“I’m not quite sure I do.” You whispered back, your fingers playing with the ends of his long hair.
“You’re playing with fire, iubi.” His fingers dug into the soft flesh of your hips. You arched into his, your bodies becoming flush.
“Am I?” Your questions were driving him mad, you could tell by the clench of his jaw and the coil of his muscles.
“Doll, do you have any idea what you do to me?” He groaned, resting his forehead on yours. Your heart began to thump so loud that if it wasn’t for the music, you were certain he’d be able to hear it.
“Exactly the same as you do to me.” You let out, connecting your eyes with his, watching as they widened at your admission.
“I wanna kiss you.” He whispered, his tongue darting out along his full lips.
“Then what are you waiting for?” You breathed, and finally, his lips crashed down onto yours.
You met him with the same amount of force, arching into him as your arms pulled his head down even further, the new angle giving you more power.
His arms wrapped around your waist as he basically lifted you off the ground. The metal of his right arm dug into your skin, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care.
You brought your hands down to cup his face, the stubble along his jaw scraping your palms deliciously. He pulled back just enough to disconnect your lips but still be breathing the same air.
“That...was something.” He muttered, his lips red and swollen, as you were sure yours were.
“That...took way too long.” You laughed lightly, carding your hands through his hair.
“Sorry ‘bout that.” He winced.
“Nothing to apologise for, sarge. Not with a kiss like-” His eyebrow raised at your nickname for him and he cut you off with his mouth. This time, there was no competition to see who had the most strength.
He completely dominated you.
His tongue swiped across your lips sinfully before dancing with your tongue. His lips had an almost bruising force as they captured and sucked your own, sometimes drawing it out in a punishing capture between his teeth.
You gripped his hair tight, allowing yourself to be swept up in the monsoon that was Bucky Barnes. His hands began to travel lower and lower, soon reaching the hem of your extremely short dress. He began to toy with it, so you ripped your head back.
“Bucky...” You tried to control your breathing, but it was hard as he took this opportunity to place rough kisses down your neck and along your collar bone.
“Yes, doll?” You barely heard his cocky tone over the music, and his wandering hands were plenty distracting, but you knew that if he didn’t cool off then you were going to be arrested for public indecency.
“We’re...in...mmm, fuck!...public.” You struggled to grind out as his mouth reached a particularly interesting spot under your ear. You could feel him smirk against your skin and you had to yank his head up by his hair in order to get him to stop the sensuous ministrations he was conducting on your skin.
“I’ve waited this long to have you like this, moaning my name...” he trailed a metal finger under your dress and along the inside of your thigh, leaving you a trembling mess. “I really don’t give a shit.” He bit his lips seductively and regarded you from hooded eyes.
You nodded, not really understanding what you were encouraging, but knowing that so help you, god, if he stopped, he would be a dead man.
His metal fingers brushed against the front of your very lacy and very thing panties, sending shockwaves through you. You gasped and gripped his shoulders, your fingers digging into the flesh of his left shoulder but his metal one giving no leeway.
He brushed against your core again, this time using the hand on your hip to pull you against him and his cursed fingers in a way that you knew would get you into trouble. You could feel his rock hard length against your abdomen, his hips grinding into you roughly.
“Surely, just 10 more minutes.” You moaned as his fingers continued to torture the front of your heat, barely applying any pressure. The ghosting of his fingers was sending your nerves alight.
“I’m not a patient man, draga mea.” He groaned into your ear, his hot breath caressing the side of your neck.
“I know, I know.” You couldn’t contain the moan that escaped you as he ground you against his clothed manhood, pressing it against you. “But I want it to be perfect, not-”
“In the middle of some club.” He finished for you, resting his head against your forehead as the two of you tried to catch your breath.
Several minutes and a cab ride full of inappropriate groping later, you and Bucky crashed into his room at the motel. He slammed the door behind him with his foot as he carried you to the bed before dumping you on it.
Not giving you any time to recover, he crawled on top of you, trapping your body beneath his own hulking one. He gripped your hips menacingly and yanked you further down the bed, towards him. You let out a gasp, encircling his waist with your legs and using the leverage to bring him down to you.
He held himself up by his forearms that were framing your face on the mattress, his heated kissed sending you into a frenzy. Finally, he sat up, pulling off his top and baring his mouthwatering chest to your hungry eyes.
Using his metal arm, he grabbed the side of your strapless dress and as if it was paper, ripped it straight down the seam. Your mouth dropped as he flung away the offending material.
“I fucking liked that dress, you dick.” You couldn’t believe he’d just done that, but the open-mouthed kissed he was pressing along the top of your bra was making quick work towards his forgiveness.
“So did I,” He admitted, “But it was in the way.”
“Cocky bastard.” You muttered, moaning loudly when he ground his stiff member onto your centre roughly.
“That’s cocky.” He smirked and you gripped him by his hair and pulled his face roughly to yours.
“You talk too much, sarge.” You hissed, your still fully clothed parts were bucking against each other, and meeting his lips halfway. He pressed you into the mattress, undoing your bra with only a minor stumble before swiftly ridding you both of the rest of your clothes.
He lay over you, every inch of your skin covered by his own. Your hands caressed his back soothingly as he lined up with your entrance.
“Wait, I don’t have a-” He began but you shushed him.
“I’m on the pill.” You assured him.
“Is that the thing you take every morning?” He asked, and it melted your heart that he noticed. You nodded, and his eyes became fully blown with lust.
“In that case...” He entered into you swiftly, making your eyes almost bulge out of their sockets.
“Holy...fuck! Bucky...I...” You struggled to breath normally, your nails digging into his back. He gave you a chance to adjust before pulling back out and thrusting in again. Hard.
He picked a torturously rapid pace and stuck to it, his hips smacking into yours with each push and pull. It was all you could do to not scream out his name at the top of your lungs, and instead bite down hard on your fist.
“You feel so fucking good, baby. So tight for me.” He groaned, his metal arm stroking the column of your throat delicately.
“Only for you, Sarge.” You moaned out, arching your back to meet the thrust of his hips. He growled and suddenly gripped your throat with his metal hand.
Not enough to cause any discomfort, but certainly enough that you knew it was there. You loved the feeling of him dominating you, and you could sense you were close to the edge.
“Are you close, baby? You gonna let go for me?” He gripped the back of your thigh with his other hand and pushed it towards the mattress, testing your flexibility, continuing to thrust into you at a punishing pace.
“I’m close, Bucky.” You let him know, and he somehow sped up his hips. The headboard of the bed was now banging against the wall, so he let go off your throat to grasp it, not only stopping the noise but also giving him new leverage.
The sight of him above you, his muscles contracting with each movement and his blue eyes boring into yours with such lust and desire sent you over the edge. You cried out his name as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through you, your legs spasming around him.
“That’s it, Y/N, cum for me. Good girl.” He praised, working you through your mindblowing orgasm as he kept fucking you.
“Holy...shit! Bucky...!” You moaned as he continued his movements, a second-knot building rapidly in your lower stomach.
His hand reached down and began circling your clit, sending you spiralling into another orgasm, even more intense than the first. His name left your lips like a chant as your legs tightened around his waist.
“I can’t...ohmygod!” You moaned pornographically as you came down from your high once again. But he still wasn’t done with you.
“Come one, doll, you got one more in there for me.” He gritted his teeth, shifting your hips up to hit a whole new spot in you. It sent shockwaves up your spine and made your toes curl.
“Bucky, I don’t know- fuck! I can’t-” Tears were forming at the corners of your eyes at just how good you felt. He reached down and caressed your face soothingly, his flesh fingertips dragging against your cheekbone and your jaw.
“Yes, you can. And you will.” He whispered against your lips before dipping his tongue into your mouth, mapping out the crevices of your mouth.
His pace slowed to a slow and sensual one, still reaching places in you, you didn’t even know were possible, but his new speed allowed it to become all the more intimate.
You reached up a hand and cupped his jaw, your lips moving with his as you could sense him draw closer to his finish. His metal arm left the headboard, it no longer banging, and dropped between the two of you, finding your clit.
The sharp coolness of the metal against your heat caused you to gasp, which to groaned into.
“I’m almost there, Buck.” You moaned against his mouth, one hand gripping his hair and the other scraping your nails down his back. The feeling of your nails drawing blood on his back made him groan even louder into you and he applied direct pressure onto your bundle of nerves, sending you over the edge with a scream.
He followed right after you, his hips stuttering as he spilt his seed into you. You both struggled to catch your breath, your foreheads touching and you opened your eyes to find him staring in amazement at you.
“I adore you.” He stated before pulling out of you and collapsing onto the bed next to you, pulling you almost on top of him. Your heart wouldn’t stop its dance as you snuggled up to him, resting your head against his own erratic heartbeat.
“And I, you.” You said, stifling a yawn, your eyes fluttering closed into a peaceful sleep, finally in the arms of the only man you wanted.
