pick me up, pull ‘em down, turn me around - Alexei Shostakov x ftm!Reader
A/N: title is from the song Bed Chem by Sabrina Carpenter, which I will now forevermore associate with Alexei
Divider by @/enchanthings
Written for this request
CW: language; explicit sexual content; smut; Reader is not enhanced; Walker being an asshole; Reader has a nickname not explained in the fic; slight dom!Alexei; implied chubby!Reader; implied short!Reader; implied ftm!Reader; strength kink; making out; marking; ripping clothes; oral sex (Reader receiving); multiple orgasms; no aftercare; mentions of future rounds
1836 words
You knew you were fucked from the moment you saw him.
Yelena’s dad was a big man. Tall and broad and sturdy. He took up space in a way you longed to. He was loud and enthusiastic and unashamed of everything.
You wanted to climb him like a tree. Have him hoist you up with those big strong arms, bury his face between your thighs, and eat you out for hours.
You’re pretty sure you’re in love at this point.
You’re in the gym, taking a break from training with Ava. You’re not enhanced in any way; probably the most normal out of everyone on the team. And you’re sorely behind on training compared to everyone aside from Bob.
Alexei and Bucky are training across the room. You’re not so subtly ogling them. Sure, you’ve seen attractive guys before. But these two are a whole new world of sexy.
Bucky’s shirtless; his toned abdomen gleaming with sweat. His expression is hardened, gaze focused on Alexei’s next move.
And Alexei? He’s wearing a wifebeater and sweatpants. Somehow looking both confident and comfortable at the same time. He’d quieted down at some point; going from booming taunts to a calmer, more focused demeanor. He’s sweaty and grinning. You can see his stomach peeking out from under his shirt.
You’re vaguely aware of your own arousal. It thrums hotly through your veins, making your body ache with ignored need. Your boxers feel gross but you’re too lost in your daydreams to care.
All you can think about are Alexei’s massive thighs. And whether or not he’d let you ride them. Or maybe his massive fucking biceps, so thick and biteable. You’re practically drooling just thinking about sinking your teeth into the meat of his arm and—
“You know that they can hear your heartbeats, right?” It’s Walker. You shoot him a scowl before his words register.
“What?”
He nods. Tapping the side of his head. “Enhanced, remember? I hate to break it to you, Duckie, but you’re in a room with three super soldiers.”
You stare at him dumbly for a moment. Then you swallow. “Right, well, I’m just gonna—“
You scramble to grab your water bottle as you hightail it out of the room, face burning with embarrassment. Walker’s laughter following after you.
It’s not until later that you realize the full extent of their enhancements. And just exactly what that means for you and your daydreaming sessions.
The common room is quiet. It’s getting late and most of the team has retired to their rooms. You’re making yourself a late night snack, humming quietly to yourself.
You don’t look up when the elevator dings, but you do when heavy footsteps approach. You already have a stupid little grin on your face. “Hey, ‘Lexei.”
“Duckie.” He greets, voice deep but softer than usual. The nickname sounds nice coming from him. Like a quiet little shared secret instead of the irritating taunt Walker made it out to be. It sends a thrill down your spine
He takes a seat on a barstool, watching you finish up your late-night sandwich. The silence rests comfortable between you two for a moment as you eat.
Your gaze quietly flicks to him, watching him watch you. With anyone else you’d be self-conscious. But something about Alexei has always made you feel safe. It doesn’t matter that you’re in pajamas or that your shirt doesn’t quite cover all your stomach rolls. You don’t feel ashamed around him; something about his confidence that transfers over.
He’s proud of his size, of his strength. And it soothes your brain somehow.
He casually sets an arm on the counter, flexing enough to make the veins in his muscles stand out. And you promptly choke on a bite of sandwich.
You twist away, coughing, cheeks burning with heat. Your boxers, which you’d already changed once today, suddenly soaked with slick.
“Duckie?” Alexei sounds concerned. “Are you alright?”
“Mhm!” You whip back around, forcing a smile. Your eyes watering a little from your coughing fit. “Just peachy!”
He studies you for a moment, then scratches his beard. His expression is strange. Almost… sly. “When I was in Russia, I was adored by everyone.” His accent gets a bit thicker as he speaks and you internally melt.
You shift from foot to foot and nod, wishing you’d chosen anything but light colored pajamas to wear. You can already tell your boxers won’t last; you’re aching just from a few minutes around him.
“I had…” He spreads his hands wide. “… many lovers. I was a hero.”
Jealousy prickles in your chest at the mere thought of someone else getting his love and affection. But you keep your smile plastered on. “Oh, yeah? That sounds nice.”
He continues to watch you. After a moment, he huffs softly. “‘Lena says you are watching me during training.”
Your smile freezes. You cough and look away. “Huh. Weird. I wonder why she said that—“
“Duckie.” Alexei’s tone change is subtle, but it’s effect is catastrophic for you. It’s the quiet edge of hardness; the slight command to his tone.
You shiver, face growing hot. Your quiet, “Yes, sir?” just sort of slips out.
But the whole atmosphere seems to shift. Suddenly his gaze feels hot on your skin; a new sort of tension in the air.
“Do you watch me?” He asks. You swallow and nod. Gaze fixed firmly on the countertop. Your heart is pounding in your chest. Your breath fluttering in your lungs. Your heartbeat pounding between your thighs.
He scoots his stool back, heavy footsteps slowly making their way around to you. Thick, rough fingers slide against your cheek, lifting your chin up. Forcing your gaze to meet his.
“Duckie,” he says lowly. Voice all rumbly and delicious. You feel lightheaded at it all.
“Why do you watch me?” His grip is firm but not rough. Like even with the serum he knows just how much pressure you need.
“Coz you’re…” You gesture to him.
He quirks an eyebrow. “Do you find the Red Guardian to be… attractive?”
“Yes.” The word slips from your lips. And then it’s like the floodgates open. “Fuck, ‘Lexei, you’re like sex incarnate!” You gesture again, face hot. “You’re hot and I’m so horny all the time around you and I don’t know what to do about it and—“
His grip on your chin tightens and your words get cut off as he tugs you forward. He leans down, crashing your lips together in a heated kiss.
You moan and press up into it. His kisses are firm, steady and confident. You kiss back like you need him to breathe.
You coax his mouth open with soft licks of your tongue against his lower lip. The second your tongues brush, he’s groaning. Melting into the kiss and cupping your face like you’re all he’s ever wanted.
It makes you feel powerful. Wanted. Sexy.
He pulls back only to press his mouth to the column of your throat. He kisses slowly, sucking on your skin like he’s trying to mark you up. The thought makes you pathetically wet and you whimper his name. “‘Lexei, please…”
“For you,” he murmurs, “I’d do anything, Duckie.”
You really just meant for him to go back to making out with you, but when his large hands drop to your thighs and he hoists you up, you aren’t complaining.
In fact, your mouth drops open. You’re half certain you cum in your boxers just from that.
He sets you on the counter and runs his hands up to your tummy. “You are…” He shakes his head, gaze almost awed. “Magnificent.”
Your face heats. You duck your head, but he pushes your chin up. His gaze searching yours.
“May I?” He asks, low and quiet. You nod, not quite sure what he’s asking for.
The way he manhandles you is nothing short of mouthwatering. He shifts you around, nudging you to your knees. Your ass up in the air. He grips the back of your pajama pants and pulls at the seam. They rip with a loud tear, revealing your soaked boxers.
“‘Lexei,” you whine, squirming a little. But he lightly smacks the inside of your thigh.
“Shhh, Duckie.” He murmurs. Running his thumb along the damp fabric. Right over your aching dick.
You gasp and jolt. “Fuck!”
“I said, shhh,” he scolds. Giving you another smack. “You must be quiet for me, Duckie.”
You bite your lower lip and nod, stifling a whimper.
It takes a moment of awkward shifting and squirming, but Alexei tugs your boxers off you. Groaning the second he sees you all bare and wet for him.
He drops to one knee and pulls you to the edge of the counter, growling something in Russian.
“‘Lexei,” you whimper, bracing your hands on the countertop. “You don’t have to— Fuck!”
All thoughts of being quiet fly from your head as he licks at you. One long stripe, from your dick to your hole. Your hips jolt, but he keeps you firmly in place.
“Fuck, Alexei!” You gasp out as he starts to go down on you. Your toes curling as he sucks on your dick. “Just like that; oh god!”
“No god,” he mutters against you. “Only the Red Guardian.”
You can’t even huff in laughter at that. He presses one thick finger to your hole and you clench hard at just the tease.
“Please, oh god, Alexei, please!” You beg, dropping to your elbows. He presses his finger in and you cry out. Your head dropping forward against the counter as he slowly fucks his finger deeper into you.
You pant and moan, stars bursting behind your eyes when he crooks his finger just right and swirls his tongue around your dick. You don’t mean to cum so quickly, but you have no warning. Your orgasm smashes into you, making you arch against his hold.
He doesn’t stop there. He groans at the taste of your cum, lapping it up like he’s greedy for it. He presses in another finger, licking and sucking at the slick that spills from your hole.
You’re babbling, mouth dropped open. You can feel his beard rubbing against your sensitive skin and the scrape only adds to your pleasure.
”’Lexei,” you moan. ”’Lexei, fuck, that feels so good! Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t—“
You cum again, a yell spilling from your lips. Your vision whites out, everything going hazy around you.
When your vision returns and everything feels less floaty, you weakly turn yourself around to look at Alexei. He’s smirking at you, but it’s somehow soft. He rests his chin on your hip; his hands gently rubbing your thighs.
You exhale and manage a shaky grin. “Okay, I’ll admit it. The Red Guardian rules.”
He chuckles and kisses your inner thigh. “You are a feast, Duckie. I would be delighted to do this again with you.”
“Alright.” Your grin gets bigger. “Promise?”
His answering look makes your stomach flip in anticipation. “Promise.”