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SUMMARY// Bucky loses his first fight since meeting you
WARNINGS// mentions of fighting and minor injury, light smut, fluff, the tiniest bit of angst
AU// Fight club!Biker!Bucky x F!Reader
NOTE// This is a lil bitta insight on the upcoming fight club au fic I've been planning for biker!bucky 👀 but it also didn't come out as I had planned thanks to drinking alcohol too fast 🥴
18+ ONLY MINORS DNI
"Five minutes Barnes." Tony said from the doorway of the locker room of the abandoned gym the fight was scheduled in. Bucky nodding in agreement as you carded your fingers through his hair. "You've got this, Buck. Okay?" You assured, gathering his hair to tie an elastic around it.
"My nerves are on fucking end, if I can't calm down. I won't be able to fight. This guy is huge." He scoffed, shaking his head as you moved to stand in front of him. "Tony has a lot of money on this one." He continued, oblivious to the way you were unbuttoning your blouse.
"Look-" his eyes snapped up to look at your chest as you exposed it to him. Shoulders relaxing a little and head tipping to the side. "Better?" You asked with raised eyebrows. "Much." He exhaled, not looking away from your breasts. "Don't get too excited, you only have a few minutes left. Get your sleeve on."
Bucky frowned as you started to button your shirt again, not looking away until the last button was fastened again. "Buck, sleeve." You said handing it to him. "Okay, okay." He chuckled, tugging the spandex fabric up his scarred left arm.
"Hurry it up!" Tony called as Bucky put the gloves on.
"Good luck." You said softly, a gentle kiss pressed to your lips before he sent you a wink. "I'll be back for my prize, babygirl." He teased, backing towards the door. "I'll be waiting."
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Bucky was quiet the entire ride back to his apartment, only talking to ask if you wanted to stay with him or wanted Tony to take you home.
He figured you'd stay, but he had lost, so he wasn't sure if it'd be the same answer as every other time. Especially since it was the first fight he'd lost since the two of you started seeing each other.
"Let's clean you up, alright?" You said, taking his hands to pull him with you to the bathroom. Running a warm bath to soothe his sore muscles as he undressed behind you.
He silently let you clean him up as he sat in the warm bath, something he use to refuse in the beginning until he realized you wouldn't give up until he agreed, and how your relaxing touch melted away the tension that built up through the match and after.
You could tell he was mentally beating himself up for losing, no matter how many times Tony assured him it was fine and everyone loses from time to time.
"I wouldn't blame you if you didn't want to stay. I know you're use to me winning." He muttered, letting his head lean back against the edge of the tub. "You still won to me, Buck. You tried your hardest and that's all that matters." You said softly, carefully wiping away any dried blood on his face with the warm rag.
"I can't believe I fucking lost... I have to crack down extra hard to get ready for the fight with Rumlow. I have a point to prove with that one." He stared up at the ceiling as he spoke, sighing when you pressed a kiss to his bruised cheek. "And you will. I'm proud of you for taking the match with Rumlow. I know you've been avoiding it since everything happened."
Bucky's heart warmed as he turned his head to look at you, a soft smile creeping on his face. "Do I still get my prize?" You breathed a laugh at him and nodded. "Always. What kinda prize do you want?"
"Anything that involves nudity or me holding you." He chuckled, watching as you stood from kneeling on the floor next to the tub. "You finish up, I'll wait for you in the room."
Leaving him to finish, you walked down the short hall to his bedroom. Undressing before slipping under the covers.
A few minutes passed and Bucky walked in, drying his hair with a fluffy grey towel as he lifted the edge of the cover to peak at you with a playful smile.
"Feel any better?" You asked in almost a whisper as he got into the bed next to you. "Mhm." He hummed in response, moving his large frame over you. "As long as I have you, I've already won."
You bit back a laugh, rolling your eyes jokingly as you laced your fingers in his damp hair. "You are so cheesy." You said, pulling his head down to slot your lips over his, lifting your legs to his waist.
Bucky slipped his hand down to run a finger through your folds, humming in approval as your slick coated the digit before shifting around for a more comfortable angle.
"Bucky, you're hurt. Let me get on top." You insisted, going to sit up when his large hand held your waist. "I'm fine, baby. Just lay back." He nodded, eyebrows knitted together as he lined himself up with your heat.
He wouldn't tell you- but he needed to have you under him. Clinging onto him as he pulled you apart, whether his ribs were bruised or not. He'd bare the ache of his muscles to have the pleasurable sting of your nails digging into his back mask over it.
To repay you for always being there to help him patch up even after the roughest matches.
Bucky watched your eyebrows scrunch together and eyes flutter closed as he eased into you, slowly rocking his hips into yours to press deeper with each steady movement.
Your face buried in the dip of his neck, senses taken over by everything Bucky as each sweet moan filled his ears. His arm going under your back to hold you closer, the angle making your fingers tug the soft strands of his hair to elicit a moan from his chest.
"So lucky to have you." He breathed out, your lips latching to the side of his neck to leave light marks he'd proudly show off until they faded and were replaced by new ones.
The knot in your core tightened with every bump of his hips against yours, the slow, deep strokes against your walls quickly pulling you to the edge as you whimpered against his skin. Gripping his hair in your fingers as you released around him.
Bucky's huffed out breaths fanned your jaw and neck as he worked for his own release, holding you tighter against him when his hips stuttered. His movements stopping when your teeth grazed the more sensitive skin of his left shoulder, choking out a moan as he filled you with thick spurts of his spend.
You sighed happily, your hands roaming down to his firm chest as he peppered kisses from your jaw to your lips. Slowly moving his arm from under you to let your body relax against the mattress, laying on his side next to you.
"I owe you so much, you're the best thing that's happened to me." He mumbled when you turned to face him, your arm laying over his side. Careful to avoid his ribs. "You don't owe me anything. If I gotta watch you take punches, I'm always gonna patch you up." You sighed, cuddling into his chest.
Bucky's fingers traced lines across your back, his chin resting on the top of your head. "As long as it makes you happy, I'll always let you."
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Can you do one where the reader is Bonnie twin sister and also married to Klaus and has two kids by him (both four and five), but goes to visits Bonnie in mystic falls with both kids while Klaus is sleep because she thought it would be funny to leave Klaus, which enraged him because he can’t find them around the house but only finds out because he called the reader who ends up telling him exactly where they at?
Awwww yes
Warnings: Fluff, Klaus being Klaus, Bonnie being the best aunt
You knew it was a bad idea but you wanted to take Idun and Virgil to see your sister while Klaus was asleep which you thought would be funny not knowing the anger you had unleashed.
Klaus woke up finding you gone and thought you were out with your children as the autumn festival had started. But when you and the kids didn't come home that night the hybrid was angry.
"Virgil is every acceptable to magic." Bonnie tells you as you smiled watching Idun and Virgil play with Enzo.
"Yeah Idun dosen't seem to want to do magic. She rather hang around her father while he is a wolf." You say as Bonnie hummed sipping her tea. To say your twin sister wasn't excited that you married Klaus but you had soften the hybrid.
"So have you and Enzo thought of kids?" You asked Bonnie watching her flush as Virgil try climbing into your lap and you pulled him up.
"Maybe..."
In New Orleans everyone was terrified of Klaus as was looking for you and the kids while Elijah was trying to be sure he didn't slaughter people. Klaus called you from Rebekah's suggestion to see if you truly kidnapped.
"Love, where are you?!"
'In Mystic Falls. Visiting my sister.' You say over the phone sounding like you were laughing.
"Visiting......your sister?"
'Yes. I'm sorry if I scared you.'
"I'm coming to get you." Was all Klaus said before hanging around and you just sighed rolling your eyes. Bonnie raised an eyebrow looking at you as you explained that Klaus was coming.
"Just like that Virgil." Bonnie cooed softly showing her nephew a every easy spell while Idun was having a field day tackling Enzo to the ground as you made lunch. Klaus arrived hearing you calmly humming and his children laughing.
"Love."
"Hello Nik came to join us or are you gonna go on a dramatic rant?"
"The fact you fail to grasp that my enemies ca......." Klaus was cut off by you silence him with a spell.
"Nik, much like Bonnie, I am a powerful Bennett witch. Anyone would be a fool to harm me or our children not because you are my husband but because I will kill them."
"And I would help her." Bonnie says as Klaus smirked walking up to you kissing you.
"My apologies but due tell me next time."
"I will." You say as Klaus walked in with Virgil dragging him to show his father the spell he did.
"It is cute he thinks he's in charge."
"I know Bonnie." You says smiling as Enzo brought in your daughter who ran to her father and everyone enjoyed lunch as the rest of the visit went well.
Imagine You and Chris fighting…
This is a drabble. What started out as a random thought, as I was talking my Evans hoe @lovinevans .
Also, I need to thank my lovely @princessofdarkwinter for betaing this! love you!
I originally wanted to mention smut, but I got carried away and did it anyways.
As always, there is smut here. I REPEAT….THERE IS SMUT IN THIS FIC.
18+ readers only!
Warnings includes: female receving, fighting, slight breeding kink, and my poor decription of The Wheel barrow.
Imagine getting to a fight with your hubs for the first time. Its scary….and a big turn on.
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Rest in Peace, Chadwick Boseman. (November 29, 1976 - August 28, 2020)
my local library doesn't have a maximum book checkout limit and I am about to make them regret this
‘Dad, you got three what?’
‘I got three shillings on a two shilling horse, my boy.’
When Khaled Hosseini wrote “a man's heart is a wretched, wretched thing. It isn't like a mother's womb. It won't bleed. It won't stretch to make room for you.” I had to stop, put the book down and breathe because never had a sentence knocked the breath out of me like that did.
Since we all appear to know, and since knowledge is permission, I'm sure, Mr. Shelby, in the spirit of our honest relationship, you won't mind me saying, it was a bottle of champagne and an evening well spent.
Continuously tell yourself that you are fucking amazing, beautiful, and deserving of any and everything that you want.
Biker Bar - Part Two
Pairing: Biker!Bucky x Reader
Words: 2500+
Author’s Note: Part Two! Who’s excited? I know I am. I hope you all enjoy this part as much as the first one. Again, as always, let me know what you think! And for those who haven’t read the first part and wants to- you can read it here!
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Swedish Fish
Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader
Synopsis: at an awards show where you and Tom are nominated for a lot of awards together, you poke fun at the rumors about your relationship
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“Hello!” A journalist greeted you and Tom as you approached her on the red carpet of a low stakes award show. “You two are looking amazing.”
“Thank you.” You beamed, feeling the excitement of the night settle in with your first interview.
“Thanks so much.” Tom nodded in appreciation as he rested his hand on your back.
“So you two are nominated for quite a few awards tonight. How are you feeling? Nervous? Excited?” The journalist asked before holding her microphone out to the two of you.
“I’m really excited to be here. I’m more excited to be Y/n’s date, though. Look at her in this dress.” Tom stepped back so the camera could get a better look at your long red dress. “She’s better than any award.”
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THROUGH A RAPIST’S EYES” (PLS TAKE TIME TO READ THIS. It may save a life, It may save your life.)
An Article from Neena Susan Thomas
“Through a rapist’s eyes. A group of rapists and date rapists in prison were interview…ed on what they look for in a potential victim and here are some interesting facts:
1] The first thing men look for in a potential victim is hairstyle. They are most likely to go after a woman with a ponytail, bun! , braid, or other hairstyle that can easily be grabbed. They are also likely to go after a woman with long hair. Women with short hair are not common targets.
2] The second thing men look for is clothing. They will look for women who’s clothing is easy to remove quickly. Many of them carry scissors around to cut clothing.
3] They also look for women using their cell phone, searching through their purse or doing other activities while walking because they are off guard and can be easily overpowered.
4] The number one place women are abducted from / attacked at is grocery store parking lots.
5] Number two is office parking lots/garages.
6] Number three is public restrooms.
7] The thing about these men is that they are looking to grab a woman and quickly move her to a second location where they don’t have to worry about getting caught.
8] If you put up any kind of a fight at all, they get discouraged because it only takes a minute or two for them to realize that going after you isn’t worth it because it will be time-consuming.
9] These men said they would not pick on women who have umbrellas,or other similar objects that can be used from a distance, in their hands.
10] Keys are not a deterrent because you have to get really close to the attacker to use them as a weapon. So, the idea is to convince these guys you’re not worth it.
POINTS THAT WE SHOULD REMEMBER:
1] If someone is following behind you on a street or in a garage or with you in an elevator or stairwell, look them in the face and ask them a question, like what time is it, or make general small talk: can’t believe it is so cold out here, we’re in for a bad winter. Now that you’ve seen their faces and could identify them in a line- up, you lose appeal as a target.
2] If someone is coming toward you, hold out your hands in front of you and yell Stop or Stay back! Most of the rapists this man talked to said they’d leave a woman alone if she yelled or showed that she would not be afraid to fight back. Again, they are looking for an EASY target.
3] If you carry pepper spray (this instructor was a huge advocate of it and carries it with him wherever he goes,) yelling I HAVE PEPPER SPRAY and holding it out will be a deterrent.
4] If someone grabs you, you can’t beat them with strength but you can do it by outsmarting them. If you are grabbed around the waist from behind, pinch the attacker either under the arm between the elbow and armpit or in the upper inner thigh – HARD. One woman in a class this guy taught told him she used the underarm pinch on a guy who was trying to date rape her and was so upset she broke through the skin and tore out muscle strands the guy needed stitches. Try pinching yourself in those places as hard as you can stand it; it really hurts.
5] After the initial hit, always go for the groin. I know from a particularly unfortunate experience that if you slap a guy’s parts it is extremely painful. You might think that you’ll anger the guy and make him want to hurt you more, but the thing these rapists told our instructor is that they want a woman who will not cause him a lot of trouble. Start causing trouble, and he’s out of there.
6] When the guy puts his hands up to you, grab his first two fingers and bend them back as far as possible with as much pressure pushing down on them as possible. The instructor did it to me without using much pressure, and I ended up on my knees and both knuckles cracked audibly.
7] Of course the things we always hear still apply. Always be aware of your surroundings, take someone with you if you can and if you see any odd behavior, don’t dismiss it, go with your instincts. You may feel little silly at the time, but you’d feel much worse if the guy really was trouble.
FINALLY, PLEASE REMEMBER THESE AS WELL ….
1. Tip from Tae Kwon Do: The elbow is the strongest point on your body. If you are close enough to use it, do it.
2. Learned this from a tourist guide to New Orleans : if a robber asks for your wallet and/or purse, DO NOT HAND IT TO HIM. Toss it away from you…. chances are that he is more interested in your wallet and/or purse than you and he will go for the wallet/purse. RUN LIKE MAD IN THE OTHER DIRECTION!
3. If you are ever thrown into the trunk of a car: Kick out the back tail lights and stick your arm out the hole and start waving like crazy. The driver won’t see you but everybody else will. This has saved lives.
4. Women have a tendency to get into their cars after shopping,eating, working, etc., and just sit (doing their checkbook, or making a list, etc. DON’T DO THIS! The predator will be watching you, and this is the perfect opportunity for him to get in on the passenger side,put a gun to your head, and tell you where to go. AS SOON AS YOU CLOSE the DOORS , LEAVE.
5. A few notes about getting into your car in a parking lot, or parking garage:
a. Be aware: look around your car as someone may be hiding at the passenger side , peek into your car, inside the passenger side floor, and in the back seat. ( DO THIS TOO BEFORE RIDING A TAXI CAB) .
b. If you are parked next to a big van, enter your car from the passenger door. Most serial killers attack their victims by pulling them into their vans while the women are attempting to get into their cars.
c. Look at the car parked on the driver’s side of your vehicle, and the passenger side. If a male is sitting alone in the seat nearest your car, you may want to walk back into the mall, or work, and get a guard/policeman to walk you back out. IT IS ALWAYS BETTER TO BE SAFE THAN SORRY. (And better paranoid than dead.)
6. ALWAYS take the elevator instead of the stairs. (Stairwells are horrible places to be alone and the perfect crime spot).
7. If the predator has a gun and you are not under his control, ALWAYS RUN! The predator will only hit you (a running target) 4 in 100 times; And even then, it most likely WILL NOT be a vital organ. RUN!
8. As women, we are always trying to be sympathetic: STOP IT! It may get you raped, or killed. Ted Bundy, the serial killer, was a good-looking, well educated man, who ALWAYS played on the sympathies of unsuspecting women. He walked with a cane, or a limp, and often asked “for help” into his vehicle or with his vehicle, which is when he abducted his next victim.
Send this to any woman you know that may need to be reminded that the world we live in has a lot of crazies in it and it’s better safe than sorry.
If u have compassion reblog this post. ‘Helping hands are better than Praying Lips’ – give us your helping hand.
REBLOG THIS AND LET EVERY GIRL KNOW AT LEAST PEOPLE WILL KNOW WHATS GOING ON IN THIS WORLD. So please reblog this….Your one reblog can Help to spread this information.
THIS COULD ACTUALLY SAVE A LIFE.”
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FOLLOWERS CELEBRATION GIF REQUEST • Tommy x Grace - everytime their foreheads touch
/ requested by @pixiedust08
✨Can always count on your Irish hometown to bring you back down to earth ✨
New follower. It was the “birthday to remember” that got me to drink up almost all your fics already. (Waiting for part 2 of that one. Or the whole series 😉).
Anyways. If you’re still taking prompts:
A mix of “stay please” and “why are you so stubborn?”. Kind of leaning towards angst with fluff 😬.
Some fluffy angst with mafia bucky coming right up under the cut with implied smut 😉 18+ ONLY MINORS DNI
After spending a few blissful moments in bed with you, Bucky slipped out of your bed and started to gather his clothes. An exaggerated sigh making him look back over to you. "What's the excuse this time?"
He fiddled with the clothes he held in his vibranium hand, clearing his throat lightly. "I, uh, have some meetings in the morning." He said with a tight lipped smile. "And you can't just- wake up and go to them?"
Just like any other time, Bucky just shook his head and pulled his clothes on. It was a game you were tired of playing.
A late night call of him offering to bring dinner for a quiet night in, or take you out for a nicer one. Both choices ending the same way- sweat slicked bodies clinging to each other wherever you made it to in your apartment- as if it was the deepest need and want a person could have.
Afterwards, Bucky relaxing in your bed for a little while, waiting for breathing and heart rates to calm down before making an excuse as to why he couldn't stay.
He leaned down as he was buttoning his shirt back to press a tender kiss to your lips, your hands reaching out to hold his wrists.
"Stay please." You asked softly, his steel blue eyes looking down at your blanket covered lap as he let out a breath. "I can't, baby. You know that." He mumbled, pecking another kiss to your lips. "One night. It's all I'm asking."
Bucky's eyebrows twitched together briefly as he stood straight again. "I'm sorry..." He said, buttoning the last button to his shirt.
You stood from the bed, finding your clothes to dress again and stomp away into the kitchen. "So, this is how it's going to be? You storming off because I told you no? Wow, you're more of a brat than I thought." Bucky mused, following behind you.
"If you're just going to take off every time we sleep together, then yes. I am going to. But, this is the last time." You said, folding your arms across you chest as you looked across the room at him. His playful smile fading.
"C'mon, sweetheart. You don't mean that." He said quietly, stepping closer to you. "I do, actually."
"Why are you so stubborn?" He sighed, dropping his head forward. "Because I want you to stay the night for once, I'm suddenly stubborn? I don't think it's much of a big deal after everything." You shrugged, the stern look on your face taking Bucky by surprise.
You had never gotten this mad at him, even when he would have to cancel on a date that had been planned for days. You actually seemed to take that easier than this.
"You're not dragging me anywhere, you're here because I want you to be. I could easily tell you no." You retorted, his hands slipping down to the sides of your neck as he tipped his head side to side, lips curling down as he thought about it. "You do have a point. I just want you to realize, fully, what you're getting into, babygirl."
You went to move away from his hands when they lifted to your cheeks but, it was no use. He just moved faster to hold them, tilting your head back to look up at him. Lines creased between his brows. "If I stay, that makes this all too real. Then, I feel like I'm putting you in danger for dragging you into my lifestyle."
"I do, and I don't care." You said with a pointed look, Bucky squinting his eyes at you. "Fine."
Your features finally softened, a small smile tugging your lips. "We're gonna go to bed, then in the morning- you can come with me to see what I mean. You can make your decision after that, if you want me to stay again."
He pressed a kiss to the creases that formed between your eyebrows again, knowing he was probably making a mistake of taking you with him. But, he'd end up losing you anyways if he didn't accept your invitation.
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Your arms wrapped around his waist, cheek pressing to his chest as his hands rested against your back; another kiss pressed to the top of your head. "Of course I'll want you to stay again." You mumbled.
"Let's just hope."
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Understudy
summary: Bucky knew after he'd ended things, you'd eventually move on. But when he's confronted with the reality of you with another man, he's certain it will tear him apart pairing: bucky x reader word count: 5.6k warnings: jealous!bucky, exes to lovers, protective!bucky is a self-sabotaging!bucky, frat boy shield agents try to get handsy a/n: based off of these lyrics from Exile by Taylor Swift & Bon Iver
I can see you starin', honey Like he's just your understudy Like you'd get your knuckles bloody for me
Bucky dipped his fingers into the collar of his necktie and tugged. Slumped over the edge of the bar, he did his best to ignore the conversations of the wealthy donors as they circled around him, whispering to one another when they spotted the reflection of silver on his hand. He wrapped his grip tighter around the edge of his glass. It splintered down the side.
There had been a time once when he enjoyed these sorts of parties. Getting dressed up with a beautiful woman on his arm, dancing at the center of an empty floor, the anticipation of the ride home, and clothes worth more than his paycheck thrown haphazardly to the floor.
He wouldn’t have come at all tonight if Stark hadn’t insisted he needed to improve the Winter Soldier’s public image. It felt wrong to even wear the damn suit if you weren’t holding onto his arm, whispering into his ear and sneaking pastries from the kitchen before dinner.
Perhaps that was why as he caught sight of you stepping into the ballroom in a dress you’d once purchased with his only gaze in mind, Bucky shattered the glass in his hand. He paid no attention to the whiskey as it spilled to the bar or the shards of glass on the counter as he took in the floor-length, ruby gown.
It hugged at your waist and slipped into elegant flowing fabric along your legs, a slit inching up along your thigh. The neckline hung low enough to meet your sternum, exposing a long line of skin and the curve of your chest under a thin, gold chain.
Bucky shifted uncomfortably in his position on the barstool. He could still remember the skip in his heart when you’d given him a glimpse of the dress as it hung in your closet and jokes of whether it would look better on his bedroom floor.
It wasn’t the first time he’d seen you since the breakup, but it was the first time he’d seen you on the arm of another man.
Agent Mark Lanning sauntered into the room in a pace a half step too quick for your heels, though he didn’t seem to notice as you held on tight to his arm. He carried himself with the heightened ego of an agent who had seen one good mission and clung to inflated stories of his bravery as if he'd been presented with honors and medals upon the halls in SHIELD. The way he looked at you with a possessive nature in his eye masked only by the charm in his smile was enough to prove that Lanning saw you in the same way he boasted of his achievements: a prize to be won.
He walked into the room as if to say, “Look who picked up the pieces the Winter Soldier left behind!”, as if it were some kind of game to win over the heart of a woman who had so selflessly loved a soulless man.
Bucky kept his eyes on you as you gestured to Natasha and Steve. You turned to Lanning, tugging sweetly on the sleeve of his jacket to urge him to follow, but your smile quickly fell as he grumbled something under his breath. Bucky felt the bile rise in his throat.
This wasn’t how this was supposed to happen. You weren’t supposed to end up with another SHIELD agent, much less a man who constantly kept a hand on your lower back as if to anchor you solely to him. You were supposed to find something normal, something safe, something kinder to the life of a woman who owned a coffeeshop in Brooklyn, something far away from the danger of the Avengers. You were supposed to be free of the weight that came with being with a man under the threat of vengeance and retaliation of his enemies.
Bucky broke your heart to keep you safe and Lanning swooped in like a fucking vulture to tear at the pieces, to leave you bleeding in an open road under the scorch of a sun at high noon.
“You look like shit.” Sam suddenly appeared on Bucky’s left, his watchful stare eyeing the shine of spilled whiskey on the bar and the stench of it on Bucky’s sleeve.
Bucky knew better than to keep his eyes on you with Sam hanging over his shoulder, but there was something about the way Lanning was leering over you that Bucky couldn’t justify anything less. The primal need to protect you hadn’t gone away the day he ended your relationship, just as the burning tug in his chest hadn’t lessened each time you walked into the room.
He still loved you and Sam knew it.
“What do you know about Mark Lanning?” Bucky grumbled as Natasha and Steve made their way over to you. You glowed at the sight of them, missing old friends you hadn’t seen since the breakup, and Lanning all but rolled his eyes as you threw your arms around Steve’s neck.
Sam groaned. “Don’t do this, man. You broke up with her, remember? Let them be.”
“He’s an asshole, Sam,” Bucky gritted out, barely able to restrain himself as Lanning clearly checked out Natasha with eyes trailing down the entire length of her body as she was caught up in conversation with you. “He doesn’t care about her. He’s using her. She deserves someone better than that piece of—”
Sam scoffed. “Someone like you?”
Bucky shot him a glare. He clenched his jaw. “I can’t be with her, Sam. You know that.”
“No, I don’t actually,” Sam rolled his eyes. “You clearly still love her and—”
“You were on that mission, Sam,” Bucky snapped. “You know damn well why I had to end things.”
It happened in Moscow when they’d raided an ex-Hydra operative’s safe house.
Dozens of pictures had been strung up against the wall amongst newspaper clippings and headlines of Avenger sightings over the last three years. He’d seen shots of Natasha, of Steve and Sam, of Tony, of himself—but the one that made his heart stop was the image of you circled in bright red marker, an iced coffee in hand as you closed up shop for the day, oblivious to the camera as it hid behind a sea of tourists.
He had no proof that the retired agent held any current connections to Hydra or that the walls of his home amounted to anything more than the deranged mind of an old man, but Bucky couldn’t take the chance. You couldn’t be associated to him after this.
The affection of a kind, selfless woman wasn’t enough. The undying loyalty of a man who’d been ripped of his identity and his free will wasn’t enough. His love for you wasn’t enough.
Bucky would rather break your heart than hold you bloody and broken in his arms. It was his only choice.
“I know you’re trying to protect her,” Sam eased, softening as he followed Bucky’s gaze to find you brushing the crumbs off the corner of Lanning’s mouth before he leaned in to kiss you. Bucky averted his gaze, holding his breath. Sam sighed. “This is killing you, man. Is it really any better that she’s with Lanning? You think he’d give even half as much to protect her as you would?”
“It’s too dangerous,” Bucky stressed, repeating the same words he’d told himself over and over again to justify what he’d done.
“Dangerous or not, you should have at least given her the chance to decide for herself,” Sam said, picking up the drink he’d ordered from the bartender and stood from his seat. “Instead, you made that call for her and now you’re subjecting yourself to watching the woman you love dote over a douchebag like Lanning.”
“What do you want me to do, Sam?” Bucky pinched at the bridge of his nose. “I can’t be selfish with her life. Pretending like I never saw her picture on that wall, pretending like our enemies don’t know what she means to me... it’s not an option. I can’t gamble with her life just because I miss her.”
Sam sighed, his shoulders slumping. The strain in Bucky’s voice did not go unnoticed, nor did the quick clearing of his throat and the brush over his eyes. Sam took a step forward, placing a hand on Bucky’s shoulder and gave a short squeeze. There was nothing he could say and Bucky knew that. He appreciated the gesture nonetheless.
Then, Bucky was on his own again, surrounded by a dozen wealthy donors and their hushed gossip as he nursed another whiskey that would do little to touch the fire burning in his veins.
He kept his position in the shadows as he watched you smile at Lanning the way you used to smile at him, how you’d run a hand along his arm to gather his attention, as you leaning against him as you laughed. You were beautiful, stunning, and it still wasn’t enough to encompass how easily you’d captured Bucky's attention. Red dress or coffee stained apron; you were the most beautiful woman in every room.
But Bucky noticed Lanning, too. He watched how Lanning’s eyes wandered to the bodies of women as they strolled by the table, trailing down the curves of their dresses and shooting them a playful smirk when they caught his eye. Bucky watched as Lanning pulled you away from conversations by kissing you mid-sentence as if to keep you quiet. He felt his chest grow tight as Lanning’s hand slid under the table and you jumped, shooting him a look of surprise and quickly excusing yourself.
Bucky downed the rest of the whiskey and followed you.
He knew it was a bad idea, that he had no claim to you or your heart, but as you slipped between guests and weaved around the tables in heed of the balcony and the open view of the city skyline, Bucky couldn’t help but follow in your wake. You’d always taken him to the roof of the tower in the moments he couldn’t catch his breath, held his hand as you opened windows to your apartment in the dead of winter – the fresh air providing a solace you couldn’t find elsewhere. Bucky quickened his pace.
The balcony was empty as you stepped outside and inhaled until it filled your lungs to the brim. You leaned against the railing, hands gripping to the edge as you looked out to the lights of the city. Relief in the solitude. You shivered as a breeze caught your shoulders.
Bucky took a careful step closer, his footsteps remarkably silent in his decades of training.
“He doesn’t deserve you.”
You turned at the sound of Bucky’s voice, hand clutched at your heart as you took in the sight of him. His cheeks burned warm under your gaze; your eyes pointed and narrowed, so unlike the delicacy in which he was used to from you. They fell to his feet just as quickly.
“That’s not for you to decide.” Even in your anger, your voice remained as gentle as the first few drops of a rainfall. You held your ground, but you couldn’t meet his eye, almost as if you were afraid of what you might find beyond the storms of ocean currents in his stare.
“You’re not happy with him,” Bucky urged, stepping close enough that he could feel the heat of your breath. He wanted to pull you into his arms, smell the conditioner in your hair and press his lips to the crown of your head, but he’d lost that right months ago. “You’re not happy. You’re trying to be, but it’s not working. I know you better than that. Lanning is using you, Y/n. You have to see that.”
You scoffed, a glimpse of the anger you never allowed him to witness bubbling to the surface. Not even in the dark overcast of your apartment living room when he’d sat you down on the couch and dismantled two years of your lives together did you so much as bare your teeth at him.
“You have no idea what you’re talking about,” you snapped, shoving aside his hand as he reached toward you in comfort. “You don’t get to—to just storm back into my life whenever you feel like it! You can’t just break up with me out of nowhere and expect to have any say in how I deal with the fallout! You wanted out? So be out, James!"
Bucky flinched. It wasn’t a name familiar on your tongue and it felt like you were drawing a line in the sand, putting a wedge further between you as wide as a mountain. To call him by a name so formal, without the sugary sweet affection in your voice, it made him recoil at the sound.
You shook your head, letting the anger quickly drain from your body as you turned back out to the skyline. Bucky followed, leaning his back to the railing as he stared inside to the sea of guests. The air was thick between you. Bucky held his breath.
“You can’t do this to me, Bucky,” you sighed, sniffling under the chill of the breeze. “You can’t act like I’m still yours.”
He knew. It didn’t make it hurt less as the knife plunged itself deep into his chest and twisted.
“You decided to leave, Bucky. You.” You could hardly get the words out. The hurt lingered heavy in your voice. “You think so poorly of him and yet he’s the one I’m here with tonight.”
Bucky clenched his jaw. He could feel your eyes burning on him and he tried not to let the heartache slip through the surface. You had every right to move on without his interference. It was what he wanted for you, wasn’t it? He didn’t get to have a say in who you chose to do that with, and still, he couldn’t keep the words from spilling past his lips.
“He’s not good enough for you.”
You sighed, a terrible kind of sadness coming over your features that threatened to shatter Bucky’s heart where he stood. You nodded. “Yeah, well, I’d know a bit about that, wouldn’t I?”
Bucky blinked at you, a wash of panic quickly sweeping through him enough to still his heart and plummet his stomach down to the center of the Earth.
Was it... Was it possible you believed the reason he’d ended things was because you weren’t enough for him?
“Y/n...” he called your name in a broken whisper, but you’d already turned back to the doors.
He would have told you the whole truth of it if you’d only stayed, if you paused as he called your name, but you kept walking. But he deserved as much. You didn’t even dare for a final look over your shoulder before you disappeared back into the crowd.
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Bucky spent the rest of the evening longing for the days when the sweet burn of alcohol would render him beyond the capacity for guilt and heartbreak, replacing his longing and jealousy with a numb aftertaste of a comforting darkness. The whiskey barely touched him anymore and he remained drenched to the bone in regret as he watched across the room as Mark Lanning stole you into his arms and hurled you to the dance floor.
Hours passed by since Bucky confronted you on the balcony – including a five-course dinner, several intoxicated speeches, and an overenthusiastic light show courteous of Stark’s latest suit. Every so often, your gaze would flicker over to his as he stood at the bar, alone, and the smile on your face would fade just enough so it didn’t touch your eyes. Bucky couldn’t help the pit of shame that gathered in his stomach in response.
It wasn’t until you excused yourself to the restroom, Lanning following quickly behind in tow, that Bucky finally resided to go home. He could subject himself to watching you flirt with another man, to see your arms around his waist and his lips dangerously close to your own, but Bucky wasn't sure he’d survive if he saw you walk back into the gala with a few hairs out of place, a wrinkle in your dress, and a flush upon your skin.
Bucky didn’t bother with goodbyes and quickly made his way to the coat room. As he approached, a young woman was staring down at her phone from behind the counter, waves of thick, black hair falling down into her face. Bucky cleared his throat.
She lifted her head, bright red lipstick curving up in a shy smile. She was pretty, Bucky thought. The kind of pretty that maybe if his chest didn’t feel so tight, so ripped at the seams, that maybe he could have convinced himself to find distraction in a woman like her.
“Heading out so soon, handsome?” she drawled, eyes unabashedly trailing down his body as she slipped the coat number from his hands. Bucky held his breath. He didn’t like the way she was looking at him. It left him feeling unnerved. Exposed.
He nodded. “Yeah. These things have never been my—”
Bucky paused upon catching Lanning’s voice echo from down the hall. He narrowed his eyes, taking a step back as he turned his head in search of you. The coat check girl raised an eyebrow at him, setting his overcoat on the table.
“I’ll, uh... I’ll be right back,” Bucky mumbled as he turned down the hall without sparing a glance over his shoulder. He followed the sound of Lanning’s voice down the hall, soon recognizing the familiar click of your heels, but... he counted more than two heavy set pairs behind you. Men's shoes.
He turned the hallway to find his suspicions correct. Lanning, along with an unknown man in a suit, trailed behind you. Bucky clenched his fists.
“You’re about to owe me a hundred bucks, Mathews,” Lanning snickered under his breath, bumping the fist of an agent Bucky had only ever seen in passing. The two of them watched as you pushed open the door to the restroom and Bucky realized suddenly that you’d hadn’t expected he’d follow you.
“Nailing the leftovers of the Winter Soldier?” Mathews smirked, his arrogant grin staring at the closed door behind you. “Now that is worth a star on the fucking Wall of Valor. Bravest man I know.”
Lanning burst into laughter as he stepped closer to the door, his hand on the knob, and it left a sickening feeling in Bucky’s stomach. “Can't believe I almost turned down this bet! Best hundred you’re ever gonna spend, my friend.”
It had been years since the Winter Soldier occupied Buck’s mind, since something else took over and rendered him a passenger to a primal instinct at the wheel, but as the latch clicked on the restroom door, Bucky snapped.
A blinding rage tore through him. Red and hot. Scalding to the surface and tearing through his nerves.
Bucky barely felt the break in his knuckles as he uppercut Mathews on his way to Lanning. Wide eyes turned in his direction and even as Lanning’s hands came up to his side in defense, the silver reflection of Bucky’s left hand curled into Lanning’s collar and yanked him away from the door. Bucky shoved him into the open hallway, a single right hook to his jawline and blood spewed onto the carpet as he fell to the ground in a heap next to his friend.
But Bucky wasn’t done with him.
“Fuck, man! Get the hell off of me!”
Lanning withered on the floor as Bucky crawled over him, holding him down with the strength of vibranium, his right hand curled into a fist and ready to swing. Lanning’s eyes went wide.
“Don’t! Don’t!” he begged, doing his best to shield his face, though it did little use. “I’m sorry, okay?! You were done with her! I thought she was fair game!”
If Bucky had any control, he might have told Lanning that you weren’t a prize to be won. He might have threatened him within an inch of his life if he so much as looked at you again. He might have told Lanning that you’d believed in him, that you’d trusted that he was a good man despite the rumors and despite his reputation, and he’d ruined his chance at the one good thing that would ever happen in his sad, pathetic life.
But Bucky didn’t have control, not when it came to you, and instead, his fist met Lanning’s face again and again until Lanning no longer squirmed under his hold, until a crowd had started to form at the edge of the hall, until Lanning slumped limp, until blood coated his hand, until he heard your voice calling to him over the ringing in his ears.
“Bucky! Bucky, stop!”
He froze, fist held high, as he turned in search of you.
He expected fear in your eyes, for you to be ashamed of him or frightened of the fresh blood dripping from his knuckles. Instead, you knelt down beside him, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder. He sank into it, a familiar feeling, as it grounded him and pulled him back into his body.
“Come with me,” you told him, glancing over at the sea of guests Sam was attempting to redirect back to the ballroom. Hushed whispers grew louder as the flash of cameras blinded him, curious stares trying to catch a glimpse of the unhinged ex-war criminal they foolishly allowed to be a hero. He glanced up to find Steve rushing towards him, eyeing Lanning as he emitted a subtle groan – proof of life. Steve exchanged a knowing look with you that Bucky couldn’t read.
You tugged on the sleeve of his suit jacket, smiling sweetly at him like you used to when the cover of moonlight swept over his room and he couldn’t quite remember was he was. “It’s alright, Bucky. Come on.”
Bucky nodded, slowly pulling himself up to his feet. He tried not to focus on your hand circled around the cold embrace of metal as you led him away from the scene. His vision started to come in a little clearer the further you took him away from the hushed whispers of the crowd. He could feel the pulsing in his right hand, the sting of open wounds on his knuckles, the pang of shame deep in his gut.
You didn’t say anything as you led him to the elevator, pressed the button for his floor and waited. A heavy inhale rose in your chest and you squeezed his hand – a nervous habit you hadn’t quite lost.
Bucky couldn’t take his eyes off of you. He knew he was staring, but you were here, holding his hand, and for the first time in months he felt like he was home again.
He didn’t need to ask where you were taking him. It was a route he was more than familiar with. After long, grueling missions, where he’d meet you in the landing dock, racing down the platform of the quinjet to meet you in his arms, you’d look him over for injuries. The superficial ones he could heal on his own, but it helped when you cleaned the wounds. He could have done it himself or walked the few extra steps to the med wing, but there was something about the way your hands danced over his skin, delicate, as if you were handling something precious.
You brought him to his room and closed the door behind you.
“Sit,” you ordered, pointing to his bed and Bucky did so without question.
He listened as you made your way to his bathroom, gathering the first aid kit still placed under the sink and soaked a washcloth in warm water. It was strange being back in this room with you, in a routine so familiar. He’d almost forgotten of the painful months in-between before you emerged from the bathroom with a frown upon your face.
You sighed as you sat down beside him, the weight of the bed dipping only enough to lean you against his thigh, drawing you a little closer as if even the mere inches between you were too much. Silently, you gestured for his hand and he slipped it into your own. Your hands were warm, like you’d been holding tight into fists, but they were just as he’d remembered. They’d fit so perfectly in his own.
He paid no mind to the sting of the alcohol as you worked, focusing entirely on the feeling of your hands, your fingertips, watching as a hair fell down into your face no matter how many times you tucked it behind your ear.
“You didn’t have to do that,” you said quietly, though you did not look up to meet his eye.
Bucky shook his head. “If you knew the things he said about you, you’d—”
“I heard him.” You pressed the warm cloth to his knuckles, bloodied as it stained the light blue color of the fabric. Dabbing at the open wounds, you chewed on the inside of your lip. “I’m not your responsibility. You don’t have to protect me, Bucky, especially not from men like Mark Lanning.”
You set the cloth down and began to wrap his knuckles in bandages. They’d be clean in a few days' time, settled over untouched skin, but you never liked to see him hurt. You’d wrap every wound, bandage every cut, if it would heal even seconds faster.
“I’d do anything for you," Bucky murmured quietly.
You stilled, holding your breath as if your heart might have skipped. Bucky watched you, certain of what he was hoping for, though as you clenched your jaw and shook your head, his whole body began to ache.
“You can’t say those things to me, Bucky,” you turned your head in an effort to keep him from seeing the tears as they burned in your eyes. You set his hand back on his thigh, pulling your own to cross protectively over your chest. You stood from the bed, the long flow of your dress swaying against your legs as you paced. “How am I supposed to move on if you’re standing by to knock out every guy that tries to do me wrong? How do I stop loving you?”
“You don’t.” The words spilled from his lips before he could stop them. It was selfish and perhaps it was cruel, but he begged. “Please— don’t.”
Bucky pushed himself to his feet, closing the space between you. Tears were wet on your cheeks as you watched him. You made no effort to push him away as he lifted his hand to the side of your face, brushing along your cheekbones to wipe the tears as they fell.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered, voice breaking in the effort. “I’m so sorry, sweetheart.”
You shook your head, though you clung to him tighter, your hands gripping into the fabric of his suit. Bucky leaned in a kissed your temple, then your cheek, your forehead, and pulled you close enough to rest against his heartbeat. A rock lodged at the back of his throat, threatening to choke him before it consumed him whole. His guilt, his shame, his regret.
“Please forgive me,” he cried, tucking his nose to your hair, breathing in the comforting scent of your shampoo, something so familiar, so personal, it ached. “I should have given you a choice... but I was so afraid, Y/n. If something happened to you... I wouldn’t... I’d never...”
You pulled back, just enough to meet his eye. The warm touch of your hands rested delicately against his cheeks as you searched his eyes, a flicker of realization clicking as you drew the lines between his confession. You sighed and watched as it swept through your entire body. He could feel it in his hands against your spine.
“The enemies I have...” Bucky continued, “they could use you against me and... and I’d do anything to keep you safe, Y/n. Anything.”
“Including breaking my heart,” you realized, your thumb sliding over his lower lip as it trembled. He nodded, tears slipping to his cheeks. He’d held it in for so long, at the simple touch of your hands to his face, he was falling apart at the seams.
Your hands trembled as you parted your lips. “Do you... Do you still love me?”
Bucky pulled back, stunned at the waver of uncertainty in your voice. As he scanned your face to find your question was sincere, he exhaled a heavy breath, tugging you back against him with a kiss to your forehead.
“I never stopped,” he confessed. “Not for a moment.”
The relief was evident in your body as you melted against him. He didn’t know how long you stood there with him, wrapped in his arms, his fingers dancing along the open back of your dress and the edges of shimmering red fabric. It was in your touch that he found himself on solid ground again, your arms crossed around his shoulders. He pressed his nose to your neck, inhaling the scent of your shampoo, your lotion, until his knees felt weak.
“Let me fix this,” he begged, his voice barely a whisper. He held onto you tighter, afraid to let go, afraid your answer may be ‘no.’ “Let me make this right, sweetheart. Please. I... I made a mistake. I was wrong to have ended things between us. I was just so terrified they’d hurt you as way to get to me and I couldn’t take it. Please, don’t leave me.”
He couldn’t lift his face from the crook of your neck and you didn’t attempt to pull away. Instead, he felt your fingers gently rake through the hair, drawing shivers in their wake, then, palms cupping at the nape of his neck. Your breath was warm to his ear as you handled him with the kind of care he hadn’t known in decades.
“What about your enemies? What about Hydra?”
He could feel your hesitancy as you held your breath.
“I don’t know,” Bucky admitted, his voice wavering. “I’m still scared out of my damn mind. I’m still terrified that this is just me being selfish, that I could get you killed just for loving you but... I can’t do this anymore, Y/n. I can’t be without you. I’ll do whatever it takes to protect you – to keep you safe. I’ll do anything.”
He felt the slight tug on his collar as you pulled him to look at you, putting only enough space between you to meet his eye. Your lower lip was swollen, like you’d been chewing on the edges, and there was a lingering hope reflecting against your iris.
“You’ll take the risk?” you said.
“Only if you ask me to.” Bucky clenched his jaw as a wave of nausea filled guilt swept through him. “I can’t make this decision for you. I know that now. I love you and I’d give the world to you if I could but... it’s your life, honey. Your choice.”
Bucky dropped his gaze, preparing himself. He tried to hold his breath but found his chest was too tight, like an anvil sat upon his ribs. He’d done too much damage for you to take him back now. There was nothing he could offer in repentance. Even if you agreed, your consolation prize would be a life tied to a man with demons on his back, your safety at constant risk. It wasn’t an offer he’d take if he were in your shoes. His love, while loyal and unconditional to the bone, was not enough.
“Okay.”
It was all you said. Bucky raised an eyebrow, not understanding.
Then, your lips curved at the edges – soft, almost too subtle to notice – and you were smiling at him. You pressed in closer until your lips grazed against his cheek, over faded scars and the bristled shadow on his jaw.
“I will always choose you, Bucky,” you said with such certainty that Bucky’s heart stilled in his chest. “I knew who you were when we met. I’ve never been blind to the danger of being with you but... it’s worth it to me. You’re worth it.”
Bucky swallowed. If he wasn’t holding you in his arms, he wondered if he might float up into space, or sink down beneath the surface of the earth. It didn’t seem possible that you could weigh all that danger, the baggage of being with him, and choose to love him anyway.
“Promise me – right now – that you won’t push me away like that again.” You guided him to meet your eye, hands pressed firmly to the sides of his face. “Promise me that as long as you love me, you’ll be mine. Because I’m yours, Bucky. I’ve always been yours.”
“I promise.” It came out breathy and aching, but he meant it.
When you kissed him again, it was like taking his first breath of air after months underwater; sinking deeper and deeper through the currents, his lungs filled with saltwater, his skin cut by the weeds, until you pulled him to the surface with the warmth of the sun on his face.
He could feel the relief in the way your lips moved on his, how you’d ached for this the way that he had for months. It was familiar and safe and exactly where he was meant to be.
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Come As You Are
SUMMARY// Living with Bucky isn't always about bickering
WARNINGS// smut, brief mention of m masturbation, unprotected sex (wow shocker- wrap that shit), cursing (fuck is used a good bit, oops), a sleazy comment or two, jealous bucky, bucky calls reader an idiot once (lovingly), Bucky being hard on himself, lil angst, lil fluff, oral (f receiving), a small mention of Bucky being insecure ab his arm
AU// Roommate!Biker!Bucky x F!Reader
NOTE// This is lengthy and there's a good bit of filth in it. Thanks @eireduchess for the title 😚 As always 18+ ONLY MINORS DNI
MASTERLIST
Living with Bucky wasn't easy, not just from the fact that he would leave his boots in the middle of the floor or not hang up his leather kutte on the hook that was right beside the door. But because of how rowdy he'd be late at night when he'd have other club members over.
Though, there were certain aspects that made living in the same apartment as him enjoyable.
Even if he did do things on purpose to annoy you, he'd make up for it in the best way possible. To him, seeing you riled up gave him a reason to bend you over the nearest surface and bury himself in you.
His excuse always being; "You're hot when you're mad at me."
Not that you didn't find Bucky obnoxiously attractive and his stamina the highest you'd encountered- He was over six feet of smooth skin and muscle mashed with metal, with sharp features and the most piercing slate blue eyes you'd seen. Who wouldn't be attracted to him?
But, he was someone who found sex as a way to release feelings he didn't know how to deal with.
Some nights he'd come back from a late night club meeting or his bar, stress settled in his tense muscles after some kind of bad news as he made his way to your bed to wake you up with soft touches and mutters.
Telling you how he'd do all of the work, he just needed you. Not some girl from his bar, or an ex-hook up. Just you.
It made you feel special in a way, but then you'd remember that the two of you could hardly get along, unless it was during sex or eating together quietly.
There were rare times when you would tell him no so, he'd shuffle off into a cold shower to deal with it himself. But, on the other nights where you'd agree, he'd move your underwear to the side and bend your leg so he had a better angle before easing into you.
Keeping the pace slow and deep, grinding into you as he made sure the marks he left on your shoulder were light and elicited breathy sounds from you.
Mumbling how well you're doing, and how good you made him feel, amongst other things against your ear between groans and pants. Each slide against your velvety walls slowly bringing you to a breathless orgasm before he'd find his own, slipping out of your bed and going back to his.
None of it had been planned, not even him moving in with you months before. He'd overheard you talking to Wanda about needing to find a roommate after a bad breakup, and told you he was looking to move out of the motel room he had been living in.
Two months in, there was something that snapped in both of you during an argument about how loud he was being a morning after he had some of his friends over, that had clothes coming off and hands wandering bodies. Until you were lifted onto the kitchen counter, Bucky's hips snapping into yours at a relentless pace like he'd never get enough.
After that, every time an argument would start, even just a bicker, it'd end in lust filled apologies for you over reacting or for him doing something he knew would piss you off.
Which is why Bucky knew what was going to happen as he leaned his shoulder against the door frame to your room.
"Got some people coming over. You gonna drink with us?" He asked, watching as you put folded clothes into a drawer. "Nope." You said, shaking your head. "C'mon, thought we had fun last time."
Rolling your eyes, you shut the drawer after the last pair of pants were inside. "I still think you and your friends are irritating." You stated, moving the now empty basket back to its spot beside the door.
Bucky let out a heavy sigh and popped the button of his jeans open. "Pants off." He smirked, stepping further into the room. "What?" You laughed, watching as his metal fingers pulled the zipper down, igniting the fire in your veins with each step closer. "You heard me, pretty girl."
Clothes were discarded in a haste before you were scooting your way up towards the head of your bed, Bucky clicking his tongue. "Oh, no, no. Come down here."
His metal fingers wrapped around your ankle, a soft yelp erupting from your lips when he tugged you back down the bed. "Wanna taste you."
The sinful look in his eyes as he kneeled between your legs is what got you every time, a whimper falling from your lips as his tongue went flat against your slit.
Starting with gentle, languid licks, Bucky worked up to sucking and nibbling on the sensitive bud. Two long, thick fingers stroking the sweet spot just inside your cunt as he pulled you apart again and again, fisting over himself with his metal hand.
He could stay like that for hours, your legs hiked over his shoulders and trembling thighs closing in on his head as you scratched at his scalp. Nearly sobbing for him not to stop as your hips rocked against his mouth, the most vulgar sounds leaving your pretty lips.
"Taste so fucking good, sweet girl." Bucky groaned when he leaned away, focusing the pump of his hand on his swollen tip as he curled his fingers against your spasming walls. Bringing you to another high that had you chanting his name mixed with some curses like it was the only thing you knew.
Removing his fingers once you've rode the afterglow, he pressed your legs further apart, lapping up your release with a pleased moan before his eyes met the bright orange numbers on your alarm clock.
"Fuck, they're gonna be here any minute. Gotta make this quick." He mumbled, smirking when you huffed a breath. "Oh, don't be greedy." He chuckled, looking over his handy work as he bent his body over yours.
Bucky placed a sloppy kiss to your mouth before moving away. "Turn over." His husky voice made you shiver, listening to what he said.
You squeaked slightly when he pulled your hips up, snapping his hips into yours to fully sheath himself in one movement. A cry of his name falling from your lips as you gripped the sheet under you.
"That's it, babydoll. Feel you startin' to milk me already." He grunted, metal hand grabbing your wrist gently and pinning your arm behind your back.
The feverish pace made your mind go fuzzy, unable to do anything other than let wanton moans spill from your mouth over the salacious sound of skin slapping together and Bucky's guttural sounds that added to the fire burning in your belly.
You could picture the way he looked behind you, chest shiny with the thin layer of sweat and tinted red, jaw slack with his gaze casted down to watch the way you stretched around him as he filled you to the brim.
Ruining the thought of anyone else ever making you feel as full as he did.
"Fuck- fuck- shit-" you gasped out, white hot pleasure searing through your veins and whiting out your vision as you squeezed your eyes shut.
"Don't pass out, baby. You can take it, I know you can- Fuck-" Bucky huffed before his hips stilled against yours and his grip on you tightened. A long, low moan pulling from his chest as his cock throbbed against your spasming walls, ropes of thick release spilling into you.
His hold loosened again and he slipped out of you with a pleased sigh, letting your sore hips relax into the mattress. Every nerve ending tingling with the afterglow as he pressed a tender kiss to your shoulder and gave a light slap to your backside.
"Fuckin' perfect, sweetheart."
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Bucky craned his neck to look down the hallway when he heard the bathroom door open over the movie that was playing. Seeing you walk across the hall with one of the plush grey towels wrapped around your body.
"You've got a hot roommate." A club member, Jack, chuckled- earning a harsh nudge to his upper arm. "Don't talk about her like that." Bucky said, keeping his tone level. "Thought there wasn't anything there." Jack mused, raising his eyebrows. "There's not, but that doesn't mean you can eye-fuck my roommate."
Bucky lifted the glass bottle to his lips, eyes flicking to where you were getting in the fridge in a pair of his briefs and one of his t-shirts. Seeing that you'd gotten a beer and were headed back towards the hallway.
"Huh-uh, if you're gonna drink my beer and wear my clothes, you're gonna watch this movie with us. C'mon, sugar." He said, shifting in his seat with a slim smile. "James," you groaned, turning on your heels to look at him. All protests dying on your lips when you saw the gleaming, metal hand reached out towards you over the back of the couch. "Fine."
You went to sit beside him, his arm poking out to stop you and tug you onto his lap. "Y'know, if you're not with Barnes. I'd like a taste." Jack grinned, making you glare at him.
"Hey, that's uncalled for-" Steve started, Bucky's arm tightening around your waist to pull you closer to his chest. "Oh, shut it, Rogers."
"He's right, you see what's going on here. Shut up." Bucky snapped, jaw clenched as he stared at the man next to him. "You're the one who says there isn't anything with you two."
Your heart twisted in your chest at the words that felt like a punch to the gut. You knew that it wasn't like that for Bucky, but you could still hold onto the sliver of hope there would be one day.
Leaning forward to sit your beer on the coffee table, you huffed out a breath and pried Bucky's arm from around you. "Enjoy your circle jerk, I'm going to bed."
"Sweets, wait-" his hand grabbed for your wrist and you moved it away from his reach. Bucky huffing a breath and shooting a look at Jack. "See? You pissed her off. No wonder you don't have a girl." He grumbled, pushing up from his seat. "You're single, too, Barnes."
"Shut it. You might wanna turn the volume up." Bucky said with a sigh, not knowing if it'd be because of an argument or something else. "Make it snappy." Sam teased with a chuckle. "Give her a kiss for me!"
He chose to ignore the comment from Jack as he walked down the hall to your door, you standing beside your bed on your phone.
"Come back out there with me." He said softly, pushing the door shut behind him. Your hands fell to your sides as you turned to look at him. "No, James. I'm sick of your stupid fucking friends and sick of you always being so fucking-"
You were cut off by his lips slotting over yours, melting into the rough, messy kiss as his warm and cold hands held your cheeks before slapping his chest lightly and pulling away.
"Hey!" You said, trying to still sound mad as you glared up at him. His nimble fingers making quick work to his belt. "Gonna take care of that attitude, dollface."
Within seconds his pants were kicked off with your help to jerk them down his legs and your back met the mattress for the second time that day- the briefs you were wearing being tugged down your legs in a haste. Bucky's lips crashing back to yours as his hand fumbled to line himself up to your already slick folds, the need to have you stretching around him so overwhelming he could barely think.
Your bottom lip knock the tip of Bucky's nose when your head tipped back in a moan from the sudden intrusion. "There ya go, like that sound much better." He panted rutting his hips into yours at a quick, rough pace, shoving the shirt you were wearing up to bare your chest to him.
His shirt was clasped tightly in your fists, biting back any loud sounds to avoid disturbing the people down the hall in the living room.
Bucky had other plans though, the comments to you made his blood boil and he had a point to prove. It was his name that passed your lips, his skin that you'd mark with your nails and teeth as he pounded into you. "You can be louder than that."
"Your friends-" A sharp gasp stopped you when his hand slipped between your bodies, fingers flicking and pinching your sensitive bud with the punishing thrusts. "Fuck 'em."
The heels of your feet dug into his tailbone, hips bucking with his pace as the coil in your core tightened, threatening to snap with each vulgar sound Bucky made and elicited from you.
You tried to tilt your head back into the mattress in attempt to strain the cry of his name when your orgasm crashed into you, his lips latching to the column of your neck to suck a mark into the skin.
Bucky wasn't far behind you, grinding his hips against you to push as deep as he could to, filling you with spurts of his spend. "Fucking hell, I'll never get tired of the sounds you make for me." He panted, nipping at your nipple as he moved off of you.
"You gonna come back out, now?" He said, grabbing his jeans from the floor to pull them back on. "Mhm," you hummed in response, sitting up to take the briefs Bucky held in his hand.
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The next morning you decided on something you had been contemplating for days.
Going to the kitchen to stand on the other side of the counter, across from where Bucky was standing as he drank his coffee.
Inhaling a deep breath, you leaned your hands on the cheap laminated surface, Bucky wetting his lips as he looked at you. "I'm moving out. Wanda called me a few days ago and said her old roommate moved out if I wanted to live with her."
It hurt to do, but it hurt even more to stay. Knowing that the things that happened between you and him, meant more to you.
Bucky sat his mug on the counter, brows knitted together as he shook his head. "No- no, you're not." He said calmly, expression blank. "Yes, I am." You nodded, pressing your lips together.
"No!" He said in a more stern tone, leaning his hands on the edge of the counter. "Why not?" You said, tilting your head to the side. Bucky taken back by the question he had the answer to, but didn't want to say. "Huh?"
"Why don't you want me to move out? Why do you want to keep me here so fucking bad, if all I am to you is an outlet!" You were almost screaming at him, hands gesturing wildly. "Because, I wanna be with you, you fucking idiot!" He boomed.
"Yeah, right." You scoffed, shaking your head at him. He let out a long exhale, running the cool metal of his hand down his face. "You think I fuck you just to do it, don't you? You tell yourself this is all some game, but you know you wanna be with me just as bad!"
Sighing, you pushed away from the counter. "I don't even know what to say to you half of the time, because I never know if you're serious." You stated with a dry laugh.
"Do I look like I'm joking? Think about it for a second- when's the last time I brought another girl here or left with one?"
"We agreed that if one of us slept with someone else, we wouldn't have sex anymore." You shrugged, furrowing your eyebrows. "Fucking exactly! I don't do that shit! I don't make deals, I sleep with someone and decide later if I wanna do it again."
Bucky was getting nervous, his heart thumping against his chest at the thought that you were actually leaving. You were one of the few permanent things he felt he had, one of the safe feeling things he had.
Pressing the heels of his hands against his eyes, he took a deep, calming breath before looking at you again. "You don't look at me like I'm some freak when you see me naked. You- it's like you see me with two arms that are... me."
The lines in your forehead softened, your heart clenching in your chest. "Because they are you, Buck." You said softly. He rolled his eyes and breathed a dry laugh. "Yeah, okay."
Huffing out a breath, you tipped your head back to look at the ceiling. "What are you trying to say?" You looked back to him, you had to hear it again before you'd believe it. "I already said it. I want to be with you, I want to try to have something more than just sex."
You narrowed your eyes at his even expression, thinking it over for a second. "Okay."
Bucky's shoulders relax a little, features softening. "What?" He breathed. He was ready to have to bicker about it with you, not for it to be so easy.
"You wanna try, we'll try."
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Something in Bucky changed after the agreement to try a relationship. Your stuff moved into his room, he stopped leaving boots and clothes laying in the floor, and would keep a level noise when his friends would come over. Always making sure to have you in his lap the entire night.
Over the couple of months since that morning, the kisses became more frequent, sex became slower, and it was your turn to jump on him every chance you saw fit.
As you made your way to the kitchen from the shared bedroom, the sight of Bucky in only his briefs making coffee made a smile spread on your face. Padding over to him and wrapping your arms around his thick waist, your cheek pressed to his firm back.
"'Bout time you get up." He teased with a light chuckle, a gentle kiss place on the spot where metal met flesh sending goosebumps across his skin. "What are you doing, sugar?" He hummed, muscles on his abdomen tensing as your fingertips grazed along the elastic band of his underwear.
"Nothing, what are you doing?" You said, Bucky sucking in a sharp breath when your hand dipped into the front of the fabric. Clearing his throat as you palmed him. "Jus' making some coffee."
He turned to face you and leaned down to catch your lips in his, groaning softly into your mouth as he lifted your shirt up. Breaking away long enough to pull the fabric off over your head.
"The counter is right there." He chuckled against your lips as you pulled him with you to the cheap tile floor. "Oh, well."
Shifting around until clothes were discarded and you straddled Bucky's hips, his hands guided you down on him. Soft moans and pants filling the air as you swiveled your hips, metal and flesh hands groping at your breasts.
Your fingers curled into the taut muscles of his chest when he rolled his hips up, his head tipping back in a groan when your walls fluttered around him. "Doing so good for me, sweet girl."
Buck sat up and had you lean back enough for him to nuzzle his face in the spot between your breasts, facial hair scratching your skin as he bit a light mark to the spot.
Trailing wet kisses up your chest and neck, reveling in the warmth of your walls and feeling of you clenching around him with your impeding orgasm.
The cold tile doing nothing to help the thin layer of sweat that coated his hot skin as he locked his lips back to yours. Arm wrapping around your back to hold you close as he thrusted into you best he could from the position, your hips rocking against him at a steady pace.
Everything was perfect for him, he didn't have worries of what his future would hold anymore. As long as you were there, he didn't give a damn about anything else.
His hand moved to hold the back of your head, peppering kisses to your parted lips as you rode through the afterglow, the muscles of his stomach and thighs tensing and face scrunching in pleasure as his own crashed into him.
"Love you, babygirl. Love you, so fucking much." He panted, the words taking even him by surprise as they tumbled out, mind fogging over for a second as streams of release painted your walls.
Peaking your eyes open to see his hooded blues, you lifted your hands to craddle his jaw. Hot breaths mixing together and noses brushing.
"I love you, Buck."
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Mafia Bucky and prompts “seeing you between my legs is so hot” and “I may have left some marks”
Mafia!Bucky can have my heart if he wants it
Warnings: a slight, teeny tiny mention of violence, smut, cursing, oral (m receiving) minors dni
Bucky had been working on his temper. Though, he never did have a short fuse and was usually able to stay level headed. He wanted to be better and the man who was holding a hand over his bleeding nose and mouth in the middle of Bucky's office, took him three steps back.
He let out an aggravated groan, grabbing a cloth from the drawer of his desk to wipe his right hand clean. "Deal with that." Bucky ordered to one of his men.
He slipped his suit jacket off and dropped it on the blood stain that tainted the grey carpet. You'd be there any moment and he didn't have time to deal with it.
Just as he sat in his desk chair, the doorknob turned. "Hey, babydoll." He said with a soft smile that melted your heart. "Everything okay in here?" You asked, glancing down at the suit jacket on the floor as you made your way to him.
"Is now, c'mere." Bucky tugged you onto his lap, thick, contrasting arms of metal and flesh circling your waist as he nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck. "How was your day?" You asked, letting your hand rest on the back of his neck.
He started muttering about the man and what had happened. How he tried but as soon as the man saw your picture on the corner of Bucky's desk he made the wrong comment that made Bucky feel like the man was objectifying you.
It was his favorite picture from a beach trip a few months before, so he hated to have to move it. Captured perfectly of you with a gleaming smile plastered on your face, wearing a sundress that ended up torn on the floor of the hotel room hours later.
"You need to relax, Buck." You sighed, feeling his lips brush the side of your neck. "I am relaxed." He grumbled like a child.
Shifting around you fiddled with the buttons of his shirt. "Want me to help?" You asked, popping the first one open as he lifted his head to rest against the back of the chair. "Do you even need to ask?"
You gave him a smile and moved to stand on your knees between his parted thighs, Bucky watching you with dark, lust filled eyes as you kissed the exposed skin with each button that was undone.
Letting his nimble fingers undo his belt and fastening to his pants, you gently massaged the tops of his toned thighs as his hand dipped under his waistband; wetting your lips when he pulled his throbbing erection from the constricting fabric.
Bucky let out a low groan when you flicked you tongue over his leaking tip, already becoming putty in your hands from the simple action. "Seeing you between my legs is so hot." He huffed, a gravely moan pulling itself from his throat as you took his swollen head into your mouth.
"More, take more, sweet girl." Bucky moaned, bucking his hips into the welcoming warmth.
Bracing yourself with your hands on his thighs, you position yourself so you can take him further; swallowing him to the base. "God, I don't know how you fit me in that pretty little mouth. But it feels fucking amazing." He purred, metal hand tangling in the back of your hair.
You hummed around him, earning another thrust of his hips and pleasured sigh before you were being pulled off of him. "I wasn't-" A soft yelp cut you off from the sudden movement of being lifted onto his desk.
"Love stuffing your mouth, but I wanna fill you up, babygirl." Bucky said, hands palming up the sides of your skirt to pull your underwear off in a haste.
He slotted himself between your legs, hands wrapping around your calves to pull you closer to the edge of the desk; his lips engulfing yours in a messy, lust filled kiss as he buried inside you.
Your breath caught in your throat at the sudden intrusion, not having much time to adjust to his thickness when his hips rolled into yours at an erratic pace.
"Bucky-" You whimpered, arms hooking under his to hold his shoulder blades, nuzzling your face into his neck to muffle the moans and whines he caused.
Bucky did the opposite, letting the vulgar sounds fill the air freely as he bit and sucked marks into your neck, angling his hips up to fuck into the rough patch in the back of your pussy. "No one can hear, babydoll. Be as loud as you want."
The gravely moan that rumbled from his chest was nearly pornographic when your clenched around him, hips stuttering for a moment before he found his rhythm again; grip on your waist tightening. "Make a mess on my cock, sweetheart." He panted, nudging your jaw with his nose as you bit your bottom lip harshly.
Bucky slipped his hand to your clit, pressing sloppy circles to match the ruthless pace that made your head spin. "Louder, baby. C'mon, I need it." He nearly whined, needing every sound and reaction he could get to replace the thought of another man thinking of you.
Your jaw went slack, moans and pants spilling out as you release around him.
Bucky was nearing his own high, gripping onto your thighs with a force that would surely bruise; the swirling in his stomach growing stronger from the whines you made before his head snapped to the opening door.
His hips still against yours, a cold glare being sent to someone behind you. "Can I fucking help you?" Bucky sneered, your eyes blinking open as your breathing started to slow.
The man quickly averted his gaze from the vulgar scene unfolding on Bucky's desk and cleared his throat. "I figured- you- you usually lock the door. There's some urgent business." He stuttered out, trying to keep his eyes on the carpet and not how you were clinging to the front of Bucky.
"More urgent than what I'm doing right now?" Bucky snarked, biting back a groan at how your walls fluttered around him when he shifted slightly. "Of course not, sir."
"Then get the hell out, I'm busy." The man quickly nodded and rushed out of the door.
You looked at Bucky through your eyelashes, the hard look on his face softening when his eyes flicked back to you. "Where was I, sweet girl?" He hummed, nipping your bottom lip. "Lay back."
Nodding, you leaned back on your elbows, throwing your head back in a moan when he returned to his rough, steady pace.
His hands pressed flat against the wood of the desk, trying to pull another orgasm from you before bringing on his own.
You could feel the pressure building again, higher and higher with each punishing snap of his hips. "Please, Bucky, so close." You all but sobbed. "I know, sugar. Cum again for me."
He groped at your chest, hips stuttering and thrusts growing sloppy when you did, your thighs quivering against his sides.
A choked grunt tore from Bucky's throat, spilling into your velvety walls.
A satisfied smirk graced his face when he noticed the blossoming hickies on the side of your neck, both of your chests heaving and skin coated in a thin layer of sweat. "I may have left some marks."
#not impressed
The Tablet: Part Two
Authors Note: OMG! I love how you loved the first part ❤🙏 making my perverted heart sing its little arse out! Glad it was liked so much. Thank you my absolute beauties 😘 you can read Part One Here.
Mini description: Henry decided to channel August Walker after learning Y/N has a crush on him and she's into August smut.
Pairing: Henry Cavill X f!Reader. August X f!Reader.
Warning: OH WHERE TO BEGIN MY DEARS! SMUT, rough sex, dirty talk, pussy slapping, hair grabbing, female oral, doggy style, arse slapping, slight breeding kink, fluffy stuff at end. And obvs August Walker.
Rating: Explicit.
Word Count: Will edit once on PC.
Please don’t steal my work, repost it, or claim it as your own. Thank you.
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Henry was enjoying himself, channeling his characters for sexy times with Y/N. He made a note to do this more often.
Her soft neck was littered with bruises from his harsh sucking and biting, ready to burst into bloom with beautiful colours.
He thought he had gone to far but when YN's groans got louder and nails scrapped at his scalp, he continued.
His little kitten was clearly enjoying herself.
After admiring his handiwork and seeing his beautiful girlfriend all flustered and cock hungry, Henry had let her go and jestured at her to stand.
Confused and turned on so much it fucking hurt, the throb between her legs almost painful, Y/N stood up and took a step back from Henry.
He smirked at her and simply said:
"Run."
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Y/N made it to their bedroom but was tackled from behind onto the bed. Thank God it was one made just for Henry, otherwise the whole thing would have collapsed!
The man completely covered her, his weight gently pressing her into the soft mattress.
"At any point you want me to stop," he soflty whispered in her ear, his accent returning. "Tap my right wrist twice baby. Nod if you understand."
Y/N sighed and nodded, he couldn't see the big smile on her face. Despite him playing the villain, her safety was his concern and she loved that he broke character, just for that moment, to set the ground rule.
But it wasn't long before August came back...
He growled as he sniffed her hair, the sweet scent of jasmine filling his nostrils. She could feel his hot breath on her neck and couldn't help but whimper in anticipation.
"Henry, please!" Y/N started to plead as he bit at her earlobe and grinded his cock into the curve of her arse.
"Who is this fucking Henry sweetheart?" He lowly growled again. "Boyfriend?"
"What" She rasped as she felt Henry push himself off her and the bed. Turning to face him, lying on her elbows, gasping at his appearance.
It was Henry, her loving and sweet boyfriend stood before her. Yet, the stance, glare and snarl were not his. Arms crossed. His eyes cold, calculating and uncaring. The snarl menacing and aggressive. This was not her Henry.
And it was ... thrilling.
"Boyfriend? Fiance? Husband?"
It took her a moment to register that she was being interrogated. Clearing her throat, Y/N answered him.
"... he's my boyfriend."
"Interesting." He huffed as he watched her.
"And you are?" She asked softly, deciding to go along with it.
He smirked and cocked his head slightly at the recognition, the loose curls, that drove her insane, coming free from the rest of his hair. "Name's August. And yours sweetheart?"
"Um... I'm Y/N."
"Y/N?" He purred in that deep American accent. That went straight to her pussy and she couldnt help but rub her thighs together.
"Stop that!" August demanded as he pulled her legs apart, her shorts riding up. "Take them off."
"What?"
"Take. Them. Off. Before I rip them off."
Y/N wasn't being told twice and tried to push both the shorts and panties down at the same time. But August decided she was taking too long, dragging the items of clothing off her and throwing them across the room.
She looked at the hard bulge in his pants, a small wet spot formed as his cock strained against the tight material. Y/N let out a small mewl at the sight.
"See something you like?" He asked, licking his bottom lip and smirking at her. August cupped his cock and balls through his trousers, giving his length a tug as he watched her mouth open and close.
"Cat got your tongue, babygirl?"
Oh fuck.
Her legs still apart, Y/N's right hand slithered over her breast and down towards her wet cunt. Henry acting like August was a huge turn on, but using her pet name was massive.
August quickly slapped her hand away, growling at her for even attempting to touch herself. "Thats mine," he snarled possessively. "You only touch it when I say so!"
August then slapped her pussy hard, making Y/N shriek. Henry would never do that to her, and she never knew how much that action would turn her on.
She let out a soft whimper as August rubbed her swollen pussy lips. "So fucking beautiful," he muttered to himself as he parted her folds and spat, smearing his saliva over her clit. Henry had never done that before either, it shocked and excited her.
"Look at that pretty pink pussy."
Using his spit as lubricant, and without warning, August shoved two of his thick fingers inside her, making Y/N cry out at the sudden intrusion.
"Quiet whore!" He growled at her as he quickly fingerered her, the sound of her wetness mixing in with her cries and moans of his name. "You like this, don't you? Being used by another man? You fucking whore!"
His words made her slicker, she'd never been called that by Henry. Fuck, she was enjoying August using her.
He lowered himself down to her cunt, fingers still pumping in and out and took a deep sniff. "You smell fucking amazing babygirl," he muttered to himself. "Bet you taste fucking incredible."
Before Y/N could say anything, anything at all with those thick digits inside her, August took her clit into his hot mouth and sucked.
Y/N let out a cry as she gripped the bedsheets. It was pleasure overload. The hot makeout session, the thrill of Henry chasing her, those gorgeous fingers curling inside her and that sinful tongue playing with her sensitive bean. She was going to cum soon.
Henry was fucking loving this.
He could always reduce his girl to tears and loved ripping orgasms from her. He knew her body better than her and the way her cunt walls were squeezing him, with her little breaths and gasps, her back starting to arch; he knew she was close.
"Fuck, oh God. Oh fuck! August!"
She couldn't help but gasp and mewl as his long tongue continued its assault on her clit. He wrapped his hot mouth around the little pearl and sucked. Hard.
"Oh fuck! Oh fuck!" Y/N cried out, as her grip on the bedsheets tightened. August chuckled against her cunt, the vibrations making it even more intense.
She was so close. She started rocking her hips up, pushing her cunt more into his face, one hand gripped August's soft locks. Her eyes tightly shut.
Almost there!
Almost!!!
...
And then nothing.
Y/N's eyes flew open at the deep dark chuckle. Looking down, August was grinning at her, his chin, glistening with her arousal, resting on her cunt.
"Did I say you could cum babygirl?"
"What?" She gasped.
Growling, August pushed himself back, slapping her pussy once again, her shriek making him laugh. "I never said you could cum whore."
Once off the bed, he yanked his shirt off and started to unbutton his pants.
Y/N couldn't help but lick her lips at the sight, watching him push his pants down to his ankles. She loved it when Henry went commando.
His thick, hot, dripping cock. Just there waiting to be grabbed, sucked and fucked. But she didn't dare move.
August sensed she wasnt going to budge. He quickly leaned forward, grabbed Y/N by her ankles and dragged her to the edge of the bed. She shrieked at being manhandled and was grateful their sheets were soft silk.
Last thing she needed was an ass burn from being roughly pulled over coarse material.
August pulled her legs apart, gently, and let them rest on his thick hips.
"I'm going to fucking ruin you sweetheart," August growled as he rubbed the head of his cock over Y/N's sensitive clit. "Look at you. You want that, don't you whore?"
"August, please!"
He let out a dark chuckle. "Turn around. On your knees and that juicy little ass up in the air."
Y/N quickly turned around and pushed her ass towards his throbbing cock. The heat coming off him was intense and the throbbing between her legs was fucking painful.
Wiggling her ass to get his attention resulted in August slapping her left cheek hard, a quick gasp making him slap the right one.
"Stop acting like a fucking brat!" August spat as he gripped her left ass cheek and slowly pushed his cock into her from behind.
The stretch was always painful at first and then it felt delicious. His thick length entering her always made Y/N's eyes roll back and drool drip from her lips.
"Fuck!' Y/N cried as he started to thrust into her, setting a brutal pace, his skin slapping hers.
His grunts turned her on even more, making her squeeze his dick. That in turn made August's grip on her hips tighter and his pounding harder.
"Going to arrange your guts at this rate babygirl. Can probably feel my cock in your throat I'm rammed that far up!"
It was heavenly and always amazed Henry how this tight, greedy little pussy could always take him and never wanted to let go.
"Fuck!" August hissed. "Your boyfriends lucky, tight cu-cunt like this feels fucking amazing!"
Y/N cried as his thrusts sped up even more. Her breasts rubbed on the sheets from the force of his pounding, making her nipples hard.
"Fuck August, you're so big! Ruin me please!"
"Oh I will Y/N!" He grunted as he quickly tried to push the curls out of his eyes. The sweat was dripping off him. "Going to cum in you, fill this tight little pussy up!"
Y/N's cunt squeezed his cock at the thought of being pregnant with Henry's baby, letting out a whimper.
"Oh! You'd like that wouldn't you? Dirty, cheating little whore. Letting me use you like this. Taking my dick! I'll ruin you for other men!"
Y/N whimpered and begged into the bedsheets as August pounded her into mattress.
"Keeps sucking me back in, fuck! Your cunts greedy!" August growled as he slapped Y/N's ass again.
"Please! August please! I'm close!"
He laughed at her begging and cries of pleasure. "Not yet babygirl, I'm almost there! Wait!"
The torture was too much, Y/N could feel the tears run down her cheeks as she bit the bedsheets and tried her best to hold off cumming all over his cock. The line between pain and pleasure blurred as she let out little cries and pleads.
August could feel his orgasm building, he was almost there. And the plan was to come inside her.
"Almost!" He grunted. "Almost! Fuck Y/N! Cum!"
Y/N let go with a cry, drowned out by August's roar. The neighbours were definitely going to hear that one...
August kept fucking her through their orgasms, her legs shaking as she tried not to collapse on the bed in a sweaty pile.
She smiled as she felt the thick ropes of cumming coating her velvet walls, and then realised some of it was dripping out and down onto the bed.
Fuck, I just washed these sheets...
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"You okay sweetie?" Henry asked as he softly kissed Y/N on the lips and brushed back her loose hair from her teary eyes.
He was spooning her from behind, his soft cock prodding her in the ass, as they lay on the bed, trying to get their breath back.
"I'm fine Hen", she sniffed and giggled at his now gentle touch. Her gentle bear, complete opposite of the man who had just ravaged her. "I'm a big girl and I enjoyed it."
Henry chuckled, kissed her on the nose and patted her thigh. "I just worry sweetheart. I know we agreed on boundaries and rules but if I ever hurt you in any way-"
Y/N cut him off with a quick kiss on the lips and smiled. "You'll never hurt me Hen, I trust you. I love you."
"I love you too Y/N. So much," Henry replied as he patted her arse and got up from their bed. "Come on, I'll fill the bath up and add one of those ridiculous bathbombs. You need a soak after all that."
Y/N couldn't help but grin as she watched her bear of a boyfriend, bollock naked, make his way to their bathroom to start drawing her a bath.
She was so lucky and grateful to have Henry in her life.
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