summary: during a mission, you put yourself in harm's way to protect bucky. back at the avengers compound, he wants to know why. | 1.4k words, angst with a happy ending
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"You should be resting."
You don't turn your head as the familiar voice comes from behind you, too focused on the delicate art of making the perfect sandwich to look away. You are a woman on a mission. "I was hungry."
A few seconds later, he's standing next to you, leaning back against the countertop with arms folded across his broad chest. "It's been less than twelve hours since they patched you up."
He's not going to stop hovering, you realize, because that's what Bucky does when he's worried.
"Want half?" Maybe you can distract him with food.
He regards the towering monstrosity on the cutting board and the chaotic layers of meat, cheese, and veggies sticking out at all angles.
You can't help but grin as you slap another slice of bread on top. "A quarter, then?"
Bucky has the audacity to look offended. "I'm not eating that thing."
You cradle the plate in your left hand, holding the sandwich with your right, and give him a pointed look. "Your loss."
Bucky just watches, arms still crossed, as you take a huge bite. His blue eyes remain narrowed, his mouth pressed into a thin line. He's like a one-man intervention waiting to happen. You shrug and wander over to the kitchen table.
Sitting down is a bit of an effort. The wound on your side pulls as you slowly lower yourself onto the chair, but if you can keep from grimacing too hard, Bucky won't be able to tell, will he?
Your smile probably gives you away. He narrows his eyes further. "Why did you do that?"
"Because I'm hungry?"
"No." Bucky takes a step forward. "I meant why did you get between me and that shot?"
Good question. The answer is embarrassing and you'd sooner walk barefoot over hot coals than tell him the truth.
"Hm?"
Another step. "I have superhuman healing powers."
"I'll live."
"It was stupid."
"You're ruining my—ow," you mutter, dropping the sandwich as you instinctively put your hand over your bandage. There goes the carefully maintained poker face. You force yourself to remove your hand and look up at Bucky with what you hope is an innocent expression, even as your side throbs in protest. "My sandwich. You're ruining my sandwich. Are you sure you don't want a bite?"
Bucky is too smart to take the bait. He moves around the table, coming to stand in front of you. The whole 'arms-crossed-stern-glare' thing again. It would be intimidating if you didn't know him so well.
"You could've been killed," he's like a dog with a bone, you swear.
"But I wasn't," you say pointedly. "I'm fine."
"Fine? You were shot."
"Will you just let it go? It doesn't even...hurt...that much," you lie.
It will take a while for the super-soldier serum in your blood — a weaker variation of the same stuff that runs through Bucky's veins — to kick in and accelerate your healing.
Bucky exhales. He looks about ready to give you an earful, but then his gaze shifts and he notices the way you're holding your side, how stiffly you're sitting.
You move your traitorous hand away like you've been burned.
"How bad is it?"
"Huh?" you sound deliberately casual. Too casual. "It's...totally fine. Not bad, really. Don't worry. I don't even feel it."
There's the reason why you've never been a spy. You can't lie to save your life, apparently.
Or maybe just not to Bucky.
"Okay. It hurts, like, just a little bit...like—like not even hurts hurts, just..." you trail off with a grimace as he comes closer. "More of an itch?"
"An itch?" Bucky sounds dubious.
"More of a burn," you concede. "A...mildly annoying but totally manageable sort of a burn."
"You are a terrible liar."
"Okay, so it hurts," you snap, the last vestiges of your patience vanishing. "I have an extensive hole in my side, I get it. It's not—I don't want you to feel bad about it. It's really not terrible, I can take it."
Bucky shakes his head. "What if it had been worse? What if they'd shot you somewhere vital?"
"They didn't."
"But what if they had?"
"Then I would have died!"
Bucky looks at you like you just kicked him. "Yeah. That's what I'm trying to say."
You open your mouth, then close it.
"You think I want that?" he asks softly.
"No." You suddenly feel very small. "Of course not, I just...just..."
"Just what?"
"I don't know," you admit with a sigh. "It's just that you are...people need you, you know? And you have a life, people who care about you, but I'm just..."
A nobody. A girl with no past, who can barely make sense of her present.
"...it would be better if it was me. That's all."
"It would never be better if you were hurt."
"Bucky—"
"You don't get it, do you?" he asks in a low voice. "People need you too."
You roll your eyes. "Please. You mean the team?"
"Me," Bucky says pointedly. "You think it's easy for me? When you get hurt? It kills me."
The sandwich lays forgotten on the table, squashed flat under your clasped hands. "It...kills you?"
He just looks at you for a long moment.
Your heart flutters in your chest. You have a sudden, intense urge to break the silence with a terrible joke, a quip, something light and witty to dispel the heaviness in the air and make this moment go away. But before you can open your mouth, Bucky shakes his head.
"You kill me."
Okay, that's not where you thought this was going. "What?"
"When you say stuff like that. When you make it sound like you don't matter, like it's okay for you to get hurt. Or worse. It's not."
Oh.
"Bucky," you try again, with a more serious tone. "I don't—"
"Stop saying that," he cuts you off.
You realize your mouth is still hanging open and snap it shut.
"You want to know what I think?" Bucky is so close now you could reach out and touch him, if you were brave enough. "I think that you got this...thing in your head, that you're not good enough, or strong enough, or that you're broken somehow. I think that you forget that it's okay to want things. I think that maybe you think nobody needs you. That no one wants you."
You swallow. You're afraid to say anything, to move, because your heart is hammering against your ribs and Bucky is looking at you like he can see straight into your soul.
"But I do."
"Do...what?" you whisper.
"Want you."
It's the last thing you expect to hear. "Bucky, you don't mean that."
His voice drops an octave. "Don't tell me what I mean."
Your cheeks are burning. You feel pinned under his gaze. Your side is throbbing again and you have a mouthful of butterflies and it's all just too much.
You move to get up but only make it halfway before the wound pulls again and you wince. "Shit."
"Where do you think you're going?" Bucky reaches out to help you, one hand braced against your shoulder as you sink back down into the chair. His expression has softened. "You need to rest."
You really want to kiss him right now.
It's the closest he's ever been to you, perhaps. You can feel his breath on your face.
"I need to...? You really confuse me, Barnes."
"How so?"
"Well, first you tell me that I kill you, and then you say you want me. It's kind of a mixed message—"
"I'm not interested in being just friends with you," Bucky cuts you off abruptly. "Is that clear enough?"
Your lips part but nothing comes out. There's a warm, tingling sensation in your chest and you suddenly can't breathe properly. "That's—you—"
Bucky smirks, just a little. He looks almost...proud of himself? Like he's happy he's rendered you speechless for once.
You decide to take a page from his book and put him on the spot. "And what do you think I want?"
"I don't know," he murmurs, leaning even closer. "But I hope it's the same thing."
His lips brush against yours, soft and gentle. He pulls away and you want to chase after him but then he's back again and kissing you harder this time, all teeth and tongue and ragged breathing and heat.
You close your eyes. Your head is spinning and you can't get enough air but you're kissing him back now, both hands coming up to fist in his shirt, holding on for dear life.
His mouth trails down your neck, leaving hot kisses along your jawline. You let out a breathy sigh.
Gator Tillman and reader who dresses a bit reserved
A girl who wears skirts to her knees and owns dozens of pretty sweaters and blouses. Tights and stockings, modest dresses, never ever showing too much.
“You’re real pretty” he always mumbles to you. “Y’so smart for dressing like this..not letting anyone see ya.’” Constantly reminding you how obsessed he is with the purity your outfits radiate. He’s almost too obsessed with the lack of skin you show. He loves to watch you dress, he loves to take you shopping and watch you try on those soft cardigans over pretty dresses with Peter-Pan collars that make you look like your dressing for the wrong decade.
“Y’leave so much to the imagination” he mumbles during a movie, clearly paying more attention to you than the scenes on the screen in front of him. Eyeing you like he wanted to make you squirm. “..’s better when girls don’t dress slutty all the time.” You can’t really find a response. What could you reply with? Whenever you didn’t have the words, Gator always spoke for you. “You dress like you’re ready to be my wife already.”
Gator is no doubt possessive over you. Never lets you leave without getting a good, long look at your outfit. “Pretty as ever, mama,” he’ll mumble as you twirl for him-slowly, just as he had instructed, allowing him to take in all the details of your perfect outfit. “Mhm..” he hums again, walking forward and pressing his rough palm to your hip to still you. “..jus’ make sure nobody gets any ideas about my girl, alright?” A gruff and low whisper, almost like a threat. “Can’t let anyone think you’re anything less than mine”
Absolutely self indulgent because I dress like a prude.. #don’thateme
IN WHICH you and Bucky had limited time to spend intimately during the past few days, leaving you both extremely sexually frustrated. When your son’s occupation offers you 4 minutes of free time, Bucky’s damn adamant on making your legs shake in less than 3.
Warnings: SMUT, dry humping, P in V, quickies, kitchen counter fuck.
The sun had risen for around 2 hours now, and your husband had yet to leave the bed. You had thought that maybe he’d left for work after you had gotten up in the morning, because the mob was no easy job after all. Though after a quick check up on your sleeping son, you’d found his father in the same exact position, head in the clouds on your shared bed despite it already being 7 in the morning.
The Alaskan King mattress draped on the luxurious bed frame made a man as huge as Bucky look so small, you couldn't even imagine what you and your son looked like when it was only the two of you lying down on it. The fluffy mattress was just so plushy and dreamy that you couldn’t even blame Bucky for sleeping in, so instead, you made use of yourself around the house. Sure you did have maids maintaining the mansion during daytime, but you were bored and there was clearly nothing better to do while waiting for your two boys to wake up.
You quickly realised that your newfound occupation was not going to last, if it had even managed to start, because how could you clean a house that was already spotless? Yet again you had already gotten bored of it, so instead you found amusement in mindlessly scrolling on your phone. Your feet were fast to lead you to the kitchen, a path that was solidly traced deep inside your head. From the endless of secret midnight trips that you’d take to satisfy your cravings during pregnancy, you’d notice yourself finding an odd comfort in the expensive marble floor and matching countertops.
Too entranced in the media to notice the heavy footsteps that were closing in on you, the bulky arms entrapping your waist surely did scare you at the moment, and you nearly let out a yelp as your phone escaped your grip. Thanking yourself for having leant against your kitchen counter, you turned around to glare at your husband.
“Morning Malyshka, little trouble not runnin’ wild today?” Bucky rasped out, his hands still gripping onto your hips as if to keep him grounded. You found the smirk on his face less than amusing, and you reckoned that he was probably reliving the jumpscare that he had given you inside of his head, probably so proud of his little prank.
“Lev is with his nanny right now, I didn't have time to see him earlier because apparently he’s been preparing a surprise for us. He did however ask through Grace for his papa and mama to be present in about 10 minutes.” you recalled the exact words that Lev’s caretaker, Grace, had spoken to you a few minutes ago. You’d told her this morning that she could head back home, given that apparently Bucky had taken a day off to stay at home. Though on her way to the door, she had been unfortunately intercepted by a freshly woken-up Lev, but she didn’t mind one bit. Your son was quite the charmer, nobody could resist those doe eyes of his.
The smile present on your face as you spoke about Lev could only feed Bucky’s admiration towards you, if it was even possible to grow the endless love that he already held for you. Your ears caught onto the grunt that Bucky had let out in response, instead too busy taking in your outfit with those hungry baby blue eyes of his to even mutter out a proper verbal response.
It had almost been too long since you both have had time to touch the other in a much more intimate way than you were currently doing, and it almost made you crave. Scratch that, you were past the point of craving, in fact you felt so deprived of it that you were ready to get down on your knees and pray for god to release you of the intense sexual frustration that you felt, but that sounded a little too vulgar. You knew that Bucky felt the same, that he’d spend way too many nights fisting himself in his office while your name fell in short groans under his breath. But work had been getting busy, and you had to care for things around your home while your husband attended those never ending meetings.
Now would have been the perfect time to relish in each other, considering Bucky had no work
Now would have been the perfect time to relish in each other, considering you were both currently alone and your son was getting safely watched over. But you feared that Grace was going to come fetch you sooner than your son had demanded, and the allocated time was not even that far from then. Nevertheless, you could read straight through Bucky’s mind as he gazed at you like some starving man. His cock painfully aching in the restraints of his plain boxers as he enjoyed the sight of you in nothing else but a white, oversized button down shirt and a pair of comfortable cotton panties.
“Whatever you’re thinking of right now, cut it out okay? I’m sure that Grace said she’d come fetch us at 9:30, and look at the time now,”
you pushed Bucky further back with two fingers on his chest, creating space between you both as you felt his intense stare burning literal holes through the thin fabric of your shirt. Bucky craned his neck towards the nearest clock, groaning in annoyance when the hands showed a clear 9:24.
When he looked back towards you, you had already turned your body back towards the counter. Leant against the cool marble surface with your phone in hands, Bucky had to suppress a groan at the sight of your ass in those tight little panties, right in front of him, ready for him to ruin.
A surprised gasp left your lips as you felt large, warm palms engulfing your hips once more. This time however, you felt Bucky pulling your hips onto his, making your ass collide against his straining cock. You almost groaned at the feeling of his hard clothed length pressed up so tightly against you, the wet spot of precum staining his boxers already starting to soak into your own underwear.
“C'mon doll, allow me just those 6 minutes of your time, I promise I can even make you cum in less than 3.” you could almost feel the smirk in his tone, his warm breath fanning your neck as his naked chest pressed against your clothed back. If he wasn’t already irresistible before, you sure as hell were a saint for not falling into the temptation of your smoking hot mob husband pleading to fuck you.
You turned back to your phone instead of audibly responding, afraid of your mouth betraying you at the moment. You tried to swallow down a moan as Bucky’s large calloused palms slid underneath the oversized button down shirt that you were wearing, daintily caressing your smooth skin. Sure your eyes were pointed at the screen of your phone, but your mind couldn’t concentrate on anything else but the feeling of Bucky’s very hard boner still pressed against you.
You couldn’t help your mind from running, not in the compromising position that you were in. You shuddered at the memory of Bucky’s cock stretching you out like no other, his wonderful length reaching the depths of your body as you rode him greedily after a day spent away from each other. It was a nasty cocktail of filth, concocted with drool, sweat and a couple of loose cuss words thrown here and there.
He was nothing more than a tease, and damn did he know it. The way his fingertips grazed your skin, making you want to drop the act and beg on your knees for him to touch you properly. Once again, his hands met with your hips, except this time you had little time to react to your husband pulling you further back into him.
You’d ended up completely bent over the marble counter, your chest flushed against the cold material of the table as Bucky palmed your ass greedily, as if it’d bring him pleasure. His other hand was gripping at your upper thigh for dear life, oftentimes running up your legs seductively, leaving you with shivers running down your spine.
You dropped your phone once he’d started rolling your hips onto his, tired of pretending like you could actually focus on whatever was displayed on your screen as he manhandled you to his will. You forced yourself to remain quiet as he continued to roll your hips onto the bulging tent of his boxers, drowning in the sweet groans that he was letting out. Too desperate to care how loud he was being, Bucky tipped his head back in pure pleasure.
Never once did it occur to you how pleasuring dry humping could be, but yet again it could’ve been because of how sexually deprived you both were. You shrugged the thought of getting caught away, blaming it on the fact that since no clothes were being removed, you could easily play it off if anyone were to walk in.
Bucky felt as though he could burst from the sheer clothed friction itself, but it was not enough, he needed to feel you. Fuck it, he was genuinely ready to drop to his knees and beg to fuck you like a hopeless man. He’d beg to eat you like a famished boy, hell, he’d wouldn’t even mind if you allowed his fingers only.
Thick fingers ran down the seam of your panties, sneakily slipping under the elastic band to push the cotton fabric down to pool around your upper thighs. You turned around to yell at him, clearly he was not understanding. The clock flashed at 9:26 now, and your anxiety was peaking at every moment that the second hand moved. Your words got caught up in your throat as he brought his hand up to his mouth, lubricating three of his fingers with his spit before bringing a hand down to rub at your aching pussy.
“Fuck detka, look at you all pretty and soaked for me.” Bucky almost moaned out, tongue lapping out to wet his slightly chapped lips. You didn’t even have time to process your husband pulling down his own restraints, thick and veiny cock slapping against his toned stomach with a satisfying wet sound. Precum smeared from his cock and onto the muscles of his stomach, leaving you shaking with anticipation.
“If you’re gonna do anything then you better do it now ‘cause we only have 4 minutes!” you rushed out the words, voice shying away as you felt him pushing the fat tip of his cock through your soaking folds. You moaned at the feeling, gripping the counter so hard until you could feel your joints straining. Bucky picked up the pace, pressing a hand under his cock to help slide himself faster between your lips.
He was drenched by now, thick cock dripping with your arousal as his eyes gawked at the way his length disappeared between the both of your bodies at each of his thrusts. Time was waiting, and Bucky knew more than anybody else as he was facing the wall-mounted clock. The warmth of your hole was calling for him, waiting for him to stretch you out like he had done so many times before.
Bucky gripped firmly onto the base of his cock that was twitching impatiently in his hands, teasing your entrance as he slid only the tip in and out. He bit down onto his lips in order to retain the series of filth that was bound to escape his mouth, his teeth were biting so hard onto the delicate skin of his lips that he was sure it had started bleeding at some point. “Fuck and would you look at that, S’like you’re trina suck me up doll,” he ran his mouth, unable to prevent the nasty roll of his words from escaping.
Sweatdrops ran down his toned pack of abs as he eyed the way you squirmed from nothing else but his flushed tip, resisting the urge to just bury himself inside of you right now until you could think of nothing else but how stuffed you were. Though a quick look at the clock told him to stop resisting the urge, and that’s what he’d done. You were sure that the whole building could’ve heard the cry of pleasure that left your throat as Bucky sheathed his cock completely inside of you, leaving no space for second thoughts now that he’d gone all the way.
His cock twitched at the sound of your desperate whines, your hips grinding against his in a desperate need for friction. “Thought you were the one that didn’t want this, detka? What happened to that huh?” his tone almost sounded sardonic as his eyes trained on the way your hole greedily engulfed his cock, juices lapping all over his length once more as he slowly but surely pumped himself inside of you. You couldn’t even speak back to him, already too cock drunk from what he had yet to even give you.
His grin grew at your silence, at least in coherent words, your whines only grew as the seconds passed. You both have had many quickies in the past, in between Bucky’s break as he had you on his desk, or hidden somewhere in a closet, you name it. Though none of them have ever been as desperate as this one, as needy. Finally deciding to ease your painful awaiting of pure pleasure, he gave into the warmth.
With the mix of his swift thrust and thick finger circling at your clit, it took you no time to lose grip over the counter. Bucky took notice of your sudden weakness, and as the caring husband that he is, dragged his arm up to wrap around your torso, locking you flushed with your back against his chest. The new position had your back arching for more, your sultry moans a clear sign that you were enjoying yourself.
The tips of his middle and ring finger were laid flat against your clit as he ran teasing circles onto it. You felt your knees buckling as Bucky’s lips left sloppy kisses at the back of your neck, thankful enough for his incredible strength as he kept you standing by his own. Pride coursed through his body at the sight of you being so dishevelled because of him, the back of your head now pressed up against his chest as you leaned into him.
Bucky’s knees were slightly bent to reach into you, bless his large frame and impressive height, he was quite literally hovering over you. It felt too good getting fucked right by such a large man, the size kink inside of you feasting from the way his large palm could swallow you up on its own. It didn’t take long for Bucky’s forceful strokes to falter, now in a sloppy pace as his own orgasm chased up to him.
Yours hit you like a cold bucket of water, but in all the nice ways. Like a cold bucket of water but during the driest summer days. It only took you a final sharp thrust and the endless toying of your clit to send you over the top, your toes curling and fingers digging painfully into the arm holding your torso up as your orgasm washed over you. It was a loud and whiny one, but the sound of you coming only riled Bucky up more.
His clumsy strokes were a warning that he was coming shortly behind you, and after three last, hard and deep pumps of his cock, he was milked dry inside of you. The room filled with deep grunts and your exhausted panting, you shivered as your husband’s spent breath tickled the skin of your neck.
“Fuck that was…that was- holy shit we needed that.” bucky stammered into the crook of your neck, a heartfelt chuckle erupting from his chest as he came down from his high. The short bucking of his hips finally stopped, and you could finally release your bottom lip from the painful tug of your teeth. The both of you stood there for a couple of seconds trying to catch your stuttering breathing as the clock ticked clean on 9:30.
You could barely even cipher the first knock that was sent at the huge kitchen doors, before the knocking resumed. You and Bucky broke apart faster than you would’ve liked to, and you groaned at the empty feeling that he’d leave behind after pulling his softening cock out of you. Reluctantly, the both of you flung the little amount of garments that you previously had on, cringing at the wet feeling of Bucky’s dripping semen getting caught by your panties.
“We’re coming soon Grace, tell Lev to wait in his playroom while waiting for us.” you yelled loud enough for your son’s nanny to hear, although with the amount of screaming that Bucky had put you through, you doubted she’d hear much with the way your voice would rasp. Her lack of response hinted at you that she’d heard your little altercation with Bucky, and you mentally cursed at the both of you for traumatising the poor woman.
“Dunno about you but I'm not going anywhere near our son looking like this so you’ll have to go first while I shower,” you grinned mischievously as Bucky threw his head back in an annoyed groan, already knowing what was awaiting him in a few seconds. Though you both were more than aware of your son’s mood in the morning when you weren’t there, you just felt the need to tease him a little bit more.
“You how tempered he gets when his momma isn’t there first thing to see him in the morning, but that’s what you get for being impatient now,” you grinned, running a hand down his stubble as you stood on your toes to give Bucky a chaste kiss that he tried to chase for longer than you would allow.
Bucky’s baby blue eyes followed your every move as you sauntered away from him with a sultry sway of your hips, the button down shirt covering the majority of your panties but it was hard to miss the dribble of his and your arousal running down your legs shamefully. Running a hand down his face, he tried not to get lost in the shameful thoughts that he had of you running through his head, instead, he was too busy mentally preparing himself for the angry fit that your son would throw once he realised that his momma wasn’t there by his side to kiss him good morning yet.
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this is my second smut written and i haven’t written one since 2021 so pls don’t judge LMAO😭
Summary: You just discovered that your boyfriend has never had a blowjob before and that’s a travesty. Good thing you’re about to blow his mind.
Pairing: Chubby!Baker Bucky x Reader
Word Count: 3.6K
Warnings: Smut, Oral (m. rec.), Overstimulation, Praise Kink, Bit of Dirty talk.
A/N: Beta’d by the wonderful @late-to-the-party-81 and @cwbucky. Comments and reblogs are golden.
Gif credit. Banners by@maysdigitalarts
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This is not what you were expecting him to say when you asked him if you could go down on him, eager to finally taste him.
It doesn’t make sense.
His softly spoken confession lingering in the air like wisps of smoke.
You almost don’t believe him. Bucky is many things, but he’s not a liar.
Which means…
“You’ve never had a blowjob?” Honestly, you don’t mean to sound so astonished, but you can’t help the way the words scrape out of your throat, thick with disbelief and confusion.
You are, though.
Surprised.
Baffled.
Who in the right mind would have this Adonis of a man in their bed and not want to wrap their lips around that gorgeous cock of his?
Naturally, he turns several shades of red when you say that aloud as you pace in front of him.
“I don’t, it’s not that-” he stammers endearingly, rubbing his hand across the back of his neck. Looking up from his perch on the end of the bed, he cringes, brows cinched together. “Can we forget I said anything? It’s not a big deal and I-” He inhales, nipping at his bottom lip, searching for a way to get out of this conversation. “I can eat you out if you want?”
There’s a hopeful tint to his baritone voice, not that you notice, your eyes locked on his long, nimble fingers plucking at a wayward thread along the seam of his sweatpants. His very grey sweatpants. Showcasing a large, detailed outline of his pretty cock staring at you.
i need y'all to sit and think about that with me for a quick second okay. This man, in FULL tactical mission gear (weapons still strapped to his thighs and slung across his back), kneeling before you with his head buried between your thighs in the middle of the quinjet, his patience had been growing thin for days as the training mission wore on and on and on, his need for you however had only built and built until his blood simmered with unchecked heat, his skin slick with sweat as desire boiled over in a mess of huffed breaths and muffled moans as he came to the thought of you over and over again. Its not as if you hadn't noticed his lingering touches, the longing glances, his not so subtle hints at just how much he was going to ruin you as soon as you went home but days four and five and six begin to roll around, the tether holding Bucky's sanity snapped.
"Up. Now." Bucky's gruff voice commands as you feel his fingers tap the outside of your clothed thigh.
You lift your head, gaze still locked on the red dots of your team mates in the screen before you, and question him with a soft hum. Steve’s dot blinked as he crossed paths with Nat, her accurate aim lighting up his tactical vest with a hit.
“Come on. Get Up” he instructs again, a little firmer this time, fingers digging into your thigh.
“What- Buck, what is it?” You finally glance at your partner who is looking suspiciously flustered. “You okay?”
“Just get up and take your pants off.”
“James-“ you begin to chastise him but are cut off as your chair spins around, Bucky kneeling before you as his hands begin to work open the buttons at your waist.
“Please sweetheart, i’m going crazy. Just lemme eat-.”
“Bucky, there are cameras.” despite your protests you are lifting your hips to allow Bucky to slip your trousers down your thighs.
“I’ll wipe the data.” his reply is gruff as he pulls you to the edge of the seat, your thighs slung over his shoulders as his hot breath fans over you. “i’ll be quick, please.” he doesn’t finish his sentence before diving in, his tongue flat against your aching pussy.
You’d be lying if you said you hadn’t been thinking about Bucky and the thousand and one ways you wanted to fuck him once getting home but there hasn’t been a moment alone to take care of yourself and so your tension built and built until a single look had you gushing and aching.
“You’re sitting on my face when we get home.” Bucky mumbles, words muffled as he licks and sucks. “Need you to suffocate me.”
summary: when you accidentally get locked out of your apartment in the middle of the night, knocking on your annoying neighbors door becomes your very last option.
warnings: smut +18 mdni, cursing, dirty talk, p in v, unprotected sex, oral female and male, cum, creampie, fingering, edging, jealousy, asshole keys as usual.
wc: 5,1k
author's note: this one goes for juana as usual, and blaizey, rip that couch. also my apologies i got a bit carried away with this one oops.
“no… no, no, no…” you muttered to yourself as you frantically searched through your purse for the keys to your apartment.
“i know they’ve gotta be here,” you sighed in frustration, pausing the search to run a hand through your hair and retrace your steps.
you remembered doing your makeup in a hurry while your friend kept rushing you, yelling about the car waiting downstairs. then throwing everything in your purse in a hurry, walking out, and slamming the door behind the both of you.
and now, you had a perfectly clear mental image of the exact location of your keys: the kitchen counter.
you forgot your fucking keys inside.
it was currently 2 a.m. okay, it’s fine, it wasn't that bad, you tried to reason. maybe the building manager was still around and could let you in with a spare key. no big deal.
except it was the weekend, and he always left early on fridays.
“fuck me…” you slid down the wall and sat on the floor because your heels were absolutely killing you. fine, plan B: you'll just text your friend to come back; that was the whole reason you had given her a spare key in the first place, for emergencies just like this.
you tried calling her a few times, but she didn't answer. the texts you sent didn't even go through. she was probably spending the night with someone, her phone discarded elsewhere.
you were running out of options. technically, you could call a locksmith; but, at this ungodly hour, it was going to be expensive as fuck, and your bank account couldn't handle that hit right now.
contemplating what you could possibly do, you let your head rest against the closed door and looked up at the celling. there wasn't any other option but to wait until morning for someone to come help you out, but you were tired, already in a poor mood, and on top of that it was starting to get chilly, the only coat you had on a flimsy jacket that was far more fashionable than actually warm.
you were scrolling through the contacts on your phone, desperately rethinking if there was anyone you could bother at this hour, when a sliver of light caught your attention from the corner of your eye.
there was a dim glow bleeding through the gap beneath keys’ front door. you rolled your eyes and scoffed, of course he would be awake in the middle of the night, probably staring at a monitor playing something stupid.
you stared at that line of light on the floor, the silence of the hallway suddenly feeling far too heavy. your skin goosebumped from the chill air, and your eyes drifted from the floor back up to his doorknob. maybe you could…
no, absolutely not, you cut your own thought off, shaking your head aggressively. there was no way in hell. asking him for a favor was the ultimate defeat.
but then another gush of cold air swept through the corridor, making you shiver. you looked at your own locked door, then back to his. the alternative was spending the next five hours on a dirty hallway floor.
biting the inside of your cheek in deep thought, you forced yourself to stand up, and quietly took a few steps, closing the distance between his door and you.
you stood there completely frozen for a full minute. this was insanely stupid. you were going to regret this.
after taking a deep breath to gather whatever courage you had left, you tightened your jacket around your chest and softly knocked on his door. just once.
you held your breath. your heart hammered intensely against your ribs. maybe he wasn't even up. maybe he’d just forgotten to turn off a lamp, or maybe he was wearing those stupid headphones of his and wouldn't hear a thing. honestly, part of you hoped he would just ignore it.
your train of thought stopped dead on its tracks when the door handle clicked, and the door cracked open to reveal a very much shirtless keys.
your voice caught in your throat. your gaze immediately dropped to his chest, taking in the faint, dark hair on his skin, and the way it trailed down into a tight, tempting line that disappeared straight into the low waistband of his grey sweatpants.
keys cleared his throat, the subtle sound snapping your eyes back up to his face.
“can i help you?” he asked somewhat confused, fixing his glasses.
“i- yeah, this is actually pretty dumb…” you chuckled nervously, shifting your weight from one foot to the other.
he raised an eyebrow in response, leaning his weight against the doorframe, waiting.
"i got locked out of my apartment,” you blurted out
“and that’s any of my business because…?” he asked, a mocking smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.
“ugh, whatever, nevermind,” you spat, instantly regretting everything. you turned on your heel, ready to go back to your spot on the cold ground of the hallway.
but you didn't even get to take a step before keys rolled his eyes, his hand darting out to catch your wrist.
“just get in here,” he grumbled, pulling you gently into the warmth of his apartment, locking the door behind you.
you stood there awkwardly in the entryway. you hadn't actually thought this far ahead; you had no plan for what to do if he actually let you in. to avoid looking at him, and specifically to avoid looking at the broad expanse of his distracting bare chest, you forced your eyes to scan the room.
it was so blatantly obvious what a nerd he was just from the decor. there were some movie posters on the far wall near a neat couch, and nearly every shelf was packed with collectibles and trinkets of all sizes and shapes, most of them from franchises you didn't even recognize. everything was meticulously organized.
the sound of keys’ voice abruptly pulled you back to reality.
“how exactly did you manage to lock yourself out?”
he was leaning against the wall now, arms crossed over his chest, the movement made his biceps flex.
“i forgot the keys inside,” you muttered.
“how do you even forget them? were you just not paying attention?”
you rolled your eyes, “i left in a hurry, okay?”
“i have left my apartment in a hurry hundreds of times,” he countered smoothly, “yet not once have i forgotten my keys.”
“oh, i’m sorry. do you want an award for that, or…?”
“did you try calling the building manager?” he asked, ignoring your sarcasm completely.
“yes,” you said curtly, your patience wearing thin, “but you know he leaves early on weekends.”
he let out a judgmental tsk. “it’s incredibly irresponsible to only have one copy of your keys.”
“i do not have just one copy!” you snapped, stepping closer without thinking, “the friend who has the spare isn't answering her texts either.”
“well, have you tried-”
“oh my god!” you cut him off, throwing your hands up. “yes! every single option your little analytical brain is running through right now, i have already tried. do you honestly think i would be standing in your living room at two in the morning if i had any other choice?”
keys immediately lifted his hands in a mocking gesture of surrender, “jesus. no need to get defensive.”
“look, i knocked because i didn’t have any other option,” you said, your voice shaking slightly from frustration. “but i don't have to deal with your attitude right now, if you don’t want me here, i’m more than happy to go back into the hallway where i don’t have to listen to your stupid comments anymore.”
you made a move toward the door, but keys didn't budge.
“no need for the theatrics,” he said quietly, “you can stay the night. at least until someone can come give you a hand in the morning.”
a heavy silence settled between you.
“thank you,” you muttered, the words were barely audible. you looked away instantly, your cheeks burning with a heat that had nothing to do with the apartment's thermostat.
keys bit back a small, satisfied smile at your stubbornness. shaking his head, he walked away, his bare feet making no sound on the floorboards as he disappeared through a door on the other side of the room. he didn't give you a chance to ask what he was doing, but he returned a minute later.
in his hands, he held a neatly folded stack of clothes: a large, dark t-shirt and a pair of grey sweatpants that matched the one he was wearing right now. he held them out to you, “here.”
you raised your eyebrow in question.
“for you to change into,” he clarified, his eyes tracing the tight fit of your clothes “or are you planning to spend the night sleeping in that?”
your heart did a nervous flip. before he could notice your hesitation, you snatched the fabric from his hands. and without another word, he turned and guided you toward the bathroom, leaving you to deal with the sudden realization of what you had just agreed to.
taking longer than necessary, you changed into the soft fabric of his clothes. they were ridiculously oversized on you; and they smelled intoxicatingly like him. you stared into the bathroom mirror, smoothing down your hair and trying to ignore the way your heart was thumping. finally taking a deep breath to steady your nerves, you unlocked the door and walked out.
when you got back into the living room, keys was still very much still shirtless, lounging on the couch, his glasses sliding slightly down the bridge of his nose as he lazily scrolled on his phone. when he heard your footsteps approach, his thumb froze on the screen, and he lifted his gaze to meet yours; his eyes slowly tracked the way his massive clothes drowned you.
“i guess you can just take my bedroom,” he said, casually.
“what? no,” you countered quickly, “i can just crash on the couch.”
“i’m going to stay up working anyway. probably won't even sleep,” he replied gesturing vaguely with his phone toward the hallway. “you can use the bedroom.”
“it’s really okay, i can use the couch,” you insisted, “i won’t even be here long anyways”
keys stared at you for a second, clearly irritated by your persistence; then he sighed.
“whatever,” he shrugged, standing up from the couch. “just do whatever you want. i’ll be in my office. the bedroom is that way if you change your mind.”
you let out a sigh of relief the second his office door clicked shut.
you had been tossing and turning for a little over twenty minutes, fiercely trying to force yourself to sleep, when the soft click of a door handle broke through the quiet.
your eyes snapped open to see keys walking back into the living room.
he had a glass of water in one hand and a notebook in the other. he didn't look at you at first, walking straight toward the kitchen island, but his dark eyes carefully tracked your restless movement in his periphery.
he set the glass down, turned around, and leaned against the counter. his bare chest caught the dim glow of the kitchen light.
"you're still awake," it wasn't a question.
“i’m fine. just trying to get comfortable,” you said pulling the blanket higher up your chin.
keys let out a mocking breath through his nose, walking over until he was standing right at the edge of the couch, hovering over you. "you're cold. and you look ridiculous trying to fit into a couch that clearly isn't meant for sleeping."
"i said i'm fine, keys," you snapped, sitting up abruptly, the blanket falling off your shoulders. "go back to your office and leave me alone."
"i told you to take the bed," his tone dropping into that stubborn, authoritative register that always made your blood boil. he stepped even closer, his thigh practically brushing against the edge of the cushions. "but your stubborn pride just wouldn't let you, would it?"
"my pride is doing just fine, thank you," you retorted, your eyes defiantly locking onto his behind his glasses. "why do you even care?"
"because it's distracting," he bent down, pinning you to the back of the couch by placing one warm palm on the cushion right next to your hip, his bare chest now mere inches from your face. "hearing you toss and turn out here is annoying. i can't focus on a single line of code."
he was so close you could smell the clean scent of his skin, and you could see the heavy rise and fall of his chest.
"then close your office door tighter," you breathed.
"i did," keys murmured, his eyes darkening as he leaned in closer, his breath fanning over your face. his eyes scanned your flushed cheeks, a sudden, dangerous possessiveness taking over his expression as he remembered every single sound that had crossed that wall last friday night. he wanted to wipe that memory clean. he wanted to be the one making you breathless. "it didn't work."
"maybe you're just overly sensitive to noise," you challenged, your voice trembling slightly, "now you can't even handle the sound of blankets moving? you really need to check your focus."
"friday night," he spat out, the words raw and laced with a bitter jealousy he could no longer hide. his eyes dipped down to your lips before snapping back to yours. "do you have any idea how thin the drywall in this building is? i was trying to sleep, and instead, i had to listen to absolutely everything happening in your bedroom."
your blood turned to ice, your eyes widening in sheer mortification as the realization hit you like a physical blow. he heard.
"keys, i-"
"you were loud," he cut you off, his grip on the couch cushion tightened and his knuckles turned white right next to your hip. his gaze scanned your flushed, panicked face. "every single gasp, every pathetic little whimper... i heard it all."
the words hung heavily in the air, you could feel your face burning with a mix of embarrassment and sudden heat.
"you..." you swallowed hard, trying to find your voice, to summon back your usual sarcasm, but it failed you completely. "you shouldn't have been listening."
"i didn't have a choice," keys hissed, leaning in so close that his bare chest was inches from your own. "i had to sit there in the dark, listening to some other guy call your name, hearing exactly how you sound when someone else is touching you."
his eyes flicked down to the oversized collar of his own shirt slipping off your shoulder, exposing the smooth skin beneath.
"and the worst part?" he murmured, his thumb suddenly coming up to firmly lift you chin up, forcing you to keep looking straight into his eyes. "i couldn't get it out of my head. i’ve been thinking about it all weekend. and now you’re here, sitting on my couch, wearing my clothes, looking at me like you aren’t driving me fucking crazy."
instead of shrinking back like he expected, something shifted inside you.
you let out a soft, breathy chuckle, your eyes narrowing as you looked at him through his glasses. "oh, yeah? you spent all weekend obsessing over me, keys?"
he blinked, his grip on your chin tightening slightly in surprise at your sudden change in tone.
"aww, you did," you cut him off, your voice dropping into a low teasing. you brought your hands up to his shoulders, your fingers slowly trailing down the center of his chest, tracing the line of his stomach all the way down to the waistband of his sweatpants.
keys' breath hitched instantly
"thats so cute,” you murmured, leaning in just enough to feel the heat radiating off him. “you sat in the dark, desperate, listening to me."
his jaw clenched hard, his eyes drifting down to your lips.
before he could process anything, you grabbed him by the fabric of his sweatpants and pulled him forward while shifting your weight, reversing your positions. caught off guard, keys fell backward onto the cushions of the couch with a low grunt. in a second, you were on your knees on the floor between his thighs, looking up at him.
keys was flushed, his chest heaving as he stared down at you with wide, dark eyes behind his glasses.
"what are you doing?" he managed to ask, his voice rougher.
"shut up for once," you said.
from your position on the floor, right between his thighs, your view of him was dangerously intimate. you didn't hesitate. leaning forward, you pressed your lips to his lower stomach, and licked along the rough path of his happy trail.
keys let out a sharp gasp, his stomach flexing violently under the wet contact. before he could process the sensation, you nipped at his skin, burying your teeth gently into the soft flesh of his lower tummy.
"f-fuck..." he rasped, his hands twitching against the couch.
you pulled back just enough to look at him, a thrill of pure satisfaction rushing through your veins as your hands slid down to the waistband of his sweatpants. you didn't waste time being gentle; you hooked your fingers into the cotton and yanked them down together with his boxers, freeing his length into the cool air of the living room.
he was already rock hard. his thick, heavy shaft twitched. seeing him like this, completely at your mercy, sent a thrill of pure satisfaction through your veins.
keys let out a low, ragged groan, his head snapping back against the couch cushions. his hands shot out, his knuckles turning white as he gripped the armrest.
"god, you're so pathetic," you whispered, leaning in closer.
before he could snap back, you wrapped your fingers firmly around his base, feeling the heavy pulse of his veins against your palm. you leaned down and ran your tongue slowly up the underside of his shaft, collecting the slick pre-cum at the crown.
you looked up at him through your lashes, making direct eye contact behind his lenses as you parted your lips and took the head of his dick into your mouth.
a choked sound left his lips, and his hands flew to the back of your head. his thick fingers tangling into your hair to anchor you against him as you started to slide your mouth slowly up and down his length. he was incredibly thick, filling your mouth entirely.
"fuck, slow down," he muttered, his glasses sliding further down his nose, his cheeks flushed a deep crimson. he tried to pace you, his hand in your hair tightening to guide your movements, his hips were already grinding upward into your mouth in a desperate search for more friction.
you ignored his attempts to take back control, deliberately sucking harder on the tip before sliding all the way down, letting his length coat your throat until your nose brushed against the dark hairs of his groin.
keys completely broke. his eyes blew wide behind his glasses, his chest heaving as a ragged groan tore from his throat, completely stripped of any pride he had left. the hand in your hair turned urgent, guiding your head in a faster, more desperate pace.
he was agonizingly close, his hips twitching against your mouth, but right as his body shuddered on the verge of spilling, his mind snapped back. he wasn't going to let it end like this.
with a loud groan, he pulled your head back by your hair, forcing you to break the contact. grabbing your wrist he dragged you back up, effortlessly shifting your weight until you were sitting straddling his lap.
“now it’s my turn to have fun,” he said, guiding his mouth to the open collar of your neck. he dragged his teeth all the way from the underside of your ear down to your shoulder, biting down gently enough to make you whimper before tracing the bruised spot with his wet tongue.
his large palm made his way up the soft fabric of your shirt and stopped right under your breast. he pulled back for a fraction of a second to look at your flushed face, and then hooking his arm behind your knees, he manhandled you until you were lying flat on your back on the couch, completely pinned beneath him.
lifting your shirt until it was bunched up around your collarbone, he cupped one of your breasts with his hand, squeezing the soft flesh firmly as he guided his mouth to the other, capturing your nipple and sucking hard.
you let out a sharp cry, your fingers tangling into his dark hair. meanwhile his free hand was already slipping beneath the waistband of your underwear, his thick fingers cupping your heat. he groaned into your skin when he felt how slick you were, his fingertips softly brushing over your already soaked folds.
“were you this wet while fucking that other guy?” he whispered against your chest, his thumb circling your clit once, hard enough to make any possible retort catch violently in your throat.
before you could process his words, his mouth started to slide down, tracing wet, sloppy kisses all the way down your stomach. reaching your waistband, he paused only to hook his thumbs into the fabric, helping you slide the sweatpants and underwear completely off your legs and tossing them onto the floor.
suddenly self conscious under the low lighting of the room, you instinctively squeezed your thighs together; but keys caught the movement and, resting his big heavy palms against the inside of your knees, he forced them back open.
“don't hide from me now,” he murmured, his dark eyes locking onto yours behind his glasses as he crawled down between your open thighs.
he leaned down and licked a slow, heavy stripe directly over your wet pussy, making your back arch off the couch cushions as you let out a gasp.
"yeah, make those sounds for me now," keys muttered against your wet skin, his breath hot against you.
without warning he slipped two thick fingers straight inside your tight walls.
you let out a loud, breathless moan, your head snapping back as his fingers stretched you open, filling that agonizing emptiness you had been chasing in the days prior. keys groaned at how perfectly you gripped him, immediately starting a relentless rhythm, pumping his fingers deep inside you while his tongue kept working onto your clit, applying pressure.
"you're so tight," he hissed, his face burying back between your thighs as his fingers moved deeper, hitting your spot over and over again with precision. "so fucking wet for me. tell me you want it. tell me you want my dick inside you instead of his."
"keys... please," you sobbed out, your fingers tangling desperately into his dark hair, your hips rising from the cushions to chase the brutal pace of his hand.
you were so close. your chest was heaving, a tight knot of pure pleasure forming low in your stomach, your inner walls beginning to twitch around his fingers. you were a single stroke away from completely shattering.
but right as you let out a high pitched whimper and your hips hitched to chase the orgasm, keys suddenly stopped dead. he ripped his fingers completely out of your soaking pussy and pulled his mouth away from your clit.
“you don't get to come yet,” he said, a smirk tugging at his lips as he adjusted his position between your thighs. he maneuvered his way out of his sweatpants completely, kicking them to the side, and freed his length. "not until you admit it."
he pressed the tip right against your entrance, teasing you, but didn't push inside.
"admit what?" you breathed, trying to move but keys held his ground, his heavy grip on your thighs keeping you perfectly in place.
"tell me whose dick you want inside you," he commanded, his eyes locking onto yours. he nudged his head slightly deeper against your folds, just enough to make you gasp, "say my name. tell me you want me more than anyone else."
"i want you," you sobbed, all your stubborn pride completely disintegrating, as your fingers made they way to his back and gripped hard. "i want your dick, keys... please, fuck me."
keys let out a low groan, his eyes darkening as he finally got exactly what he had been craving since friday night.
"good girl," he gripped your hips tightly and drove his length forward, burying his thick cock entirely inside you in one deep thrust.
a scream tore from your throat and your eyes went wide, watering from the sudden friction. your fingers clawed into the muscles of his bare back as you tried to adjust to the burning heat stretching you open.
keys froze above you, his chest heaving violently over your breasts as he let out a ragged exhale against your neck. his large hands digging bruisingly deep into your hips to anchor himself inside you.
“fuck,” he choked out, his jaw clenching hard, “you take me so fucking well.”
“keys…” you whimpered, “please… move.”
he started thrusting into you. his movements slow and deep at first as he let out a low groan with every slide, the faint hair of chest brushed against your tits and the weight of him pressed you down to the cushions of the couch.
“i’m moving,” he rasped against your ear, his voice trembled, “fuck, you’re so tight... it’s squeezing me so hard.”
as your body finally adjusted to the fullness stretching you open, your hips began to lift instinctively, meeting his heavy thrusts halfway. keys noticed the subtle shift in your movement immediately, and the grip on your hips tightened until his knuckles turned white, completely abandoning his slow pace.
he picked up a heavy speed that had your body sliding up the couch with every stroke. the sound of his skin slapping against yours echoed loudly in the quiet living room, mixing with the wet, messy friction of his cock driving deep inside your soaking walls.
a series of high pitched, broken whimpers tore from your throat. your fingers clawed into the muscles of his bare back, leaving long, red marks as you clung to him for dear life.
“scream for me,” keys commanded, as he buried his face in the crook of your neck, his teeth gently nipping at your sensitive skin. he was hitting your spot over and over again with terrifying precision. “let me hear exactly how much better my dick is.”
you couldn't even answer him, your voice completely cracking as a loud sob left your lips. the friction against your clit from his pelvis with every thrust was pushing you right back over the edge you had been desperate for all night. your inner walls began to clamp down around him in tight, frantic spasms.
keys let out a loud, ragged choke, his eyes blowing wide behind his glasses as he felt you starting to tremble and twitch around his shaft. he knew you were close.
“that’s it, come for me, i wanna feel you coming all over my cock,” he growled, tightening his grip and driving into you even harder.
a loud, broken cry echoed through the room as your orgasm tore through your body. your back arched off the couch, your toes curling as your inner walls clamped around his thick length in rhythmic spasms. your vision blurring with tears of pure pleasure.
keys let out a deep moan against your skin, your tight, pulsing climax completely destroying what little restraint he had left.
his body went rigid, his thigh muscles tightening as he shoved himself into you one last time as deep as he could. he buried himself and stayed there, his fingers digging into your waist as he came. thick waves of his release shot deep inside you, filling you up to the brim while his shuddered with the force of his own orgasm.
his head dropped heavily onto your shoulder as his glasses finally slid off completely, discarded somewhere on the cushions.
for a long time, the only sound in the dark living room was the heavy, synchronized panting of both your chests heaving against one another. keys remained buried deep inside you. then slowly, he shifted his weight to his elbows, lifting his head just enough to look down at your ruined state. a tired smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. he leaned down, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to your sweat damp forehead before brushing a lock of hair away from your face.
"yeah," he whispered, his voice rough, dripping with a smug satisfaction as he stared into your eyes, "you definitely weren't making those kinds of sounds on friday."
you let out a sigh, rolling your eyes, "shut up, keys. don't ruin it."
he let out a soft, genuine chuckle, a low sound that vibrated right against your chest. he slowly, carefully pulled out of you, making you whimper slightly at the sudden loss of heat, and pulled his sweatpants back on.
without saying a word, he hooked his large arms under your back and knees, effortlessly lifting you up from the couch. you instinctively wrapped your arms around his neck, burying your face into his bare shoulder as he carried you down the short hallway.
he walked straight into his bedroom, tossing the blankets back and settling you gently onto the center of his large, neat bed. the sheets smelled exactly like his clothes, and you immediately sank into the plush mattress, completely exhausted.
keys stood by the edge of the bed for a moment, looking down at you in the dark. in the dim light, you could see the faint outline of his messy hair and his bare torso, still looking entirely too tempting.
"the manager doesn't get here until 8 a.m.," keys murmured, his tone shifting back into that casual, slightly bossy register. he turned around to head back to the living room to grab his glasses. "go to sleep. i'll be in the office."
"keys?" you called out softly, your voice thick with sleep.
he paused at the doorway, turning his head back to look at you over his shoulder. "what?"
you considered it for a moment, suddenly feeling a bit exposed by how much you actually wanted him to stay, you shook your head.
“nevermind,” you murmured, burying your face deeper into his pillow. “go back to your office.”
“you’re terrible at lying,” he said softly, then walked out. the soft click of the door closing behind him felt incredibly loud in the sudden quiet of the bedroom.
Sweetheart!Gator is absolutely in love with his girlfriend !!
Sweetheart! Gator always visits you at work. He loves to show up unannounced while your busy to tease you for a bit before inevitably giving you some money “just because”
“I don’t need to get tipped for doing nothing, Gator” “Alright, okay..give me a kiss and I’ll tip you for that?”
Sweetheart! Gator is obsessed with anything you do. It looks like he’s watching his favorite show when he’s really just watching you make yourself a snack or pick out a movie. He loses his sense of personal space when he watches you. You’d turn to ask if he wanted a snack or drink only to bump into him the second you turn. “Oh-Hello..do you mind backing up?” “You don’t want me close? What did I do to deserve getting punished? I’m just—c’mon, let me stay close t’ya.”
Sweetheart! Gator who almost always lets you pick what to do for date night. A movie, dinner, shopping, summer swimming..he does get severely annoyed when you try to pay for any of it though. He huffs and groans-he’ll even take your wallet if you get too persistent about paying for your items.
Sweetheart! Gator who insists you model every outfit before date night as well. Any dress, skirt, shorts, or swimsuit must be modeled before you leave the house. Not because he would make you change, he rarely ever made you do that. He just liked to admire you like his prize. Like you were something he won-Like you made him a winner at something.
Sweetheart! Gator who lovesss tasting your lipgloss or chapstick. He loves to steal quick pecks and mumbles his guess of the flavor. “Mh..strawberry?” a whisper against your lips that made your smile go wide and your heart melt. “Mhm..good job.” He also has a habit of buying you dozens of flavored lip products-you have enough for a life time because of him.
