Heyhey :) could i request john x reader where john gets jealous and confesses?
jealousy, jealousy | john walker x reader
pairing: john walker x fem!reader (post thunderbolts movie)
warnings: pining, angst, slightly suggestive, kissing, cursing, fighting/sparring, jealous boi walker
word count: 2k
note: hehehe here’s another request. this was so fun to write!! i’m getting to all of them soon i promise <3
“Come on! We both know you can hit harder than that!” John Walker barks out at you, a cocky wide grin on his face. He's just trying to rile you up, and it's unfortunately working.
You can feel the sweat pooling on your temples, hair sticking to your clammy skin. You’ve been training with John for over an hour now, and he doesn’t relent. His superhuman strength just gives him unlimited stamina.
Which could be useful for other things…
Your already flushed face turns up into a sly smile from your thoughts, but you push it back down until your face is stone cold again.
“What are you all smiley about?” John quips as he throws a punch your way, which you quickly dodge by ducking under his muscular arm.
“Nothing you need to be concerned about.” You hiss as you twirl to the side onto the floor to evade another jab (and an illegal kick) coming from him.
Swiftly, you roll on your back over to him on the rubber floor. Wrapping your own legs around one of his, attempting to disarm him by bringing him down to the floor with you.
From your position, your legs extend up his thigh and your ankles lock around his knee. His piercing blue eyes make contact with yours, a brief flicker of alarm crossing his features then replaced with another smug smirk.
You can’t help but stare at him for a millisecond. Admiring his tousled blonde locks, his pretty blues staring into yours, the rough beard to match his terribly arrogant personality.
In a blink of an eye, you tighten your ankles to buckle his stance.
John loses footing, his broad body falling next to you onto the foam mat with a loud grunt. The sound makes your stomach erupt with little butterflies. It’s just something about knowing that you were the one to take down this arrogant, yet handsome, man.
You take a moment to rest on the cool surface of the mat, laughing breathlessly as you try and catch your breath. John pushes himself up slightly to roll over on his back, staring at the side of your face as he starts to laugh along with you.
“Nice job.” Someone else’s deep voice cuts through your laughter. Your eyes flutter open to see Bucky Barnes himself standing over you with a proud smile on his face. His metal arm outstretches, fingers motioning for you to grab his hand.
You can’t help but oblige as you reach up, sliding your hand against the contrasting temperature of the metal.
He pulls you up with ease, his other hand coming up to steady you when you stumble. “It’s really nice to see someone with no super soldier serum actually take him down.”
Your hand drops from Bucky’s with a playful scoff, putting your hands on your hips as you stare up at him. You go to answer, but you can feel John stand up to move behind you, his tall height looming.
“Yeah, yeah. I let her win.” His arm goes to rest on top of your head, elbow digging into your scalp. You go to bat him off, but he doesn’t budge.
Bucky’s eyes flicker to John, a smug grin still playing on his face. “Just admit it, John! You got your ass beat by an ex-hydra assassin.” Bucky laughs as he takes a step back to grab some weights to start his own workout.
John can’t help but grow a little heated, not because you beat him—which he will never admit to. But the way that Bucky keeps looking back at you, his dark eyes raking over your body in those tight training clothes of yours.
Jesus. You’re not even John’s girlfriend, you're just his teammate, but he has some primal instinct that takes over when he is around you. You’re your own person, yeah, whatever. But he likes you… too much. Way too much.
His arm drops from your head, straightening his spine as he glances down at you then back to Barnes. “You need some help with those? Maybe a spotter?” John makes a dig as Bucky is working out as if the Winter Soldier is weak.
Bucky chuckles, a little too quietly. “Nah, man. I’m good. I’ll ask her if I need one.” He motions towards you with his head, eyes on you again and that damn smirk on his stupid face.
You can’t help but glance between the two men, obviously peacocking in front of you. “Okay, I’m done with both of you. I’m going to shower.” You throw your hands up in exasperation as you storm out, both of them calling your name as the gym door slams behind you.
Rubbing over your face with your hands, sneakers slightly squeaking as you walk to the kitchen through the sleek hallways. Yelena is standing in front of the open refrigerator, rummaging through the food.
“Hey.” She mumbles simply, which you reply with a hum. Her blonde head peeks up from behind the door, watching you intensely as you grab some water.
“What’s wrong with you?” She questions as the door shuts to the fridge.
“Barnes and Walker. That’s what’s wrong with me.” You sigh before bringing the water to your lips to gulp down some of the cool liquid.
Yelena starts laughing, her infamous raspy laugh which makes you side-eye her.
“What?”
“You’re sooo dumb.” She continues to laugh, which just pisses you off more.
“Lena, just spit it out!” Your voice dripping with annoyance.
“He likes you, dummy!” She blurts out.
“Who?” Your eyebrows furrow. “There’s no way either of them do.”
“Walkerrrr. We can all see it. Everyone except for you,” She starts to open up cabinets still searching for a snack, “and Bucky is just trying to get under his skin, ya know. Make him jealous so he finally admits his feelings.” She points at you with a shit-eating grin.
“Wait— John… likes me?” You point at yourself, flabbergasted.
“I thought we were just friends. I didn’t think he liked me like that too.”
“Yes.” She curtly nods and cheers slightly when she finds what she’s looking for. She cracks open the bag, digging her hand inside to grab the contents and shove them in her mouth. “Friends don’t look at friends like that.”
“I just— really?” You breathe out as if you were holding air in your chest.
“Yes, now go back and get your man! Go be disgusting, suck each other's faces!” Her hands shoo you away, following you out of the kitchen. “Go, go, go!”
You jog down the hallway back towards the training room, the only thought running through your head right now is John Walker.
Just as you round the corner, your body collides with something hard and broad. “Oof.” You stumble backward, but two strong hands grip you by your upper arms.
“You alright? Whatcha runnin’ from?” A deep, familiar voice asks.
Your eyes rapidly blink as they focus on the sturdy wall in front of you. It’s Bucky. Fuck.
“I’m looking for John. Where is he?” You blurt out. Bucky grins ear to ear at those words, already knowing why.
“Yelena got to you?” He says smugly, crossing his arms in front of him. With an eye roll and a scoff you reply, “Come on, dude. Just tell me where he went.”
Bucky laughs, “Don’t dude me… Dude. He went to go shower.” As soon as those words left his mouth, your legs are already moving toward his room. “You should knock before you go barging in!” He shouts back out at you.
“No promises!” You call back as you take another turn down a hallway, landing right in front of his door. You take a deep breath before your hand raises to knock, but just as your knuckles graze the surface, it opens.
A waft of clean soap lingers in the air, and there stands John. Hair damp, a towel in his hand, and dressed in fresh clothes. Specifically, grey sweatpants and a band tee. Damn.
“Oh hey.” He breathes out nervously, his eyes flitting over your frame before back up to your face. “I was actually coming to look for you.” He almost chuckles, his hand running through his hair to push it off his forehead.
“Can I come in?” You ask softly, taking a small step forward. The toe of your shoe steps past his doorway by just a hair. You notice him visibly gulp— are you making him nervous?
He steps aside, one of his arms coming out to gesture for you to precede him.
“After you, madam.” He says with a little twang, which makes you grin. You walk into his room, looking around. It’s so him.
It’s dark and a little too cold. His bed looks cozy yet unmade, and his comforter is dark blue. His taco shield sits on top of his cluttered dresser, full of papers and maybe a bottle or two of… is that cologne?
“Actually, since you’re here… Uuh… I wanted to talk to you.” John murmurs as he closes the door behind him, walking up to you as he throws his wet towel on back of his desk chair.
Your ears perk up at that, turning to face him with a little grin, “Oh yeah?”
“Yeah. I wanted to say sorry about what happened in training today. You know how I can get. Bucky just got under my skin." He laughs nervously and scratches the back of his head.
You go to respond, but he cuts you off, “And I also just need to be a man and just say it. But for some reason, I’m really fucking nervous right now.”
You take a step forward to stop his rambling, hand reaching out to rest on his forearm. His skin is warm under your palm, your fingertips tingling with desire for more. Your breath catches when you make eye contact with him, neck bent back to look up at him.
“Me too.” You whisper into the air between your bodies, “just kiss me.”
His eyes slightly widen, gazing into your own and then flickering down to your lips. It takes him all but two seconds to think it over before he swoops down, large hands cupping your face as he presses his lips to yours. Fucking finally.
Your arms snake around his waist, gripping the fabric of his cotton shirt.
He’s warm, and sweet, and surprisingly a soft kisser. His scruff rubs against your skin as his lips move expertly against yours.
You pull back when you run out of air, taking a deep breath as you both stare at each other. He’s quiet; it’s weird not to hear a sarcastic comeback maybe he’s in shock.
The second his brain catches up with his body, his mouth smashes back on yours. He’s needier this time, rougher. His tongue slips past your lips as he backs you up toward his bed. “You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting for this.” He mumbles into the kiss before nipping at your bottom lip.
The feeling of his teeth makes a whimper bubble up your throat, your nails digging into his side which causes him to groan. The kiss quickly turns desperate as months of sexual tension and repressed feelings are acted upon.
The back of your knees hits the edge of his bed, causing you to tumble backwards onto the plush mattress. You squeal, which makes him chuckle as he falls on top of you.
One of his legs hooks under yours to pull it over his side, one hand cups your cheek, and his thumb rubs across your cheekbone. “I’ve dreamed of this.” He whispers as he moves forward to softly peck your lips, savoring the feeling of your lips against his.
“If you couldn’t tell yet, I really like you, Walker.”
“The feelings mutual, babe.” He hums before pressing your lips together once again.
You still really need to take a shower...
