"Insatiable" - Politician!Coriolanus Snow X Bimbo Wife!Reader

"Insatiable" - Politician!Coriolanus Snow x Bimbo Wife!Reader

Part 2 HERE.

a/n: a birthday gift to my beloved @hopelesswritergall 🩷

Summary: Coryo doesn't like it when people look at what's his.

Word Count: 2,500

Rating: 18+, MDNI

TW: afab reader, she/her pronouns, profanity, innuendo, daddy kink, semi public sex, shoe riding, oral m receiving, deep throating, dacryphilia, choking, p in v sex, unprotected sex, creampie, breeding kink, biting

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Hunger Games/Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.

Comments, likes, and reblogs are never required but are immensely appreciated 🩷

No matter how one feels about Coriolanus Snow, he has one thing to his credit that no one can ever take away from him.

His devotion to his wife.

He’s cold, calculating, and the exact opposite of you, the sweet, bubbly young woman who has no problem capturing the hearts of everyone she meets. You’ve lived in the Capitol all your life, coming from an affluent family - one of the richest in the city in fact, spoiled rotten by your parents. Coryo knew from the moment he saw you, at the tender age of seven years old, that he needed to have you. And eventually, he made it happen. You became his adoring girlfriend, all throughout your years at the Academy and University, his staunchest supporter day in and day out. And, after graduating, he asked you to marry him, which you eagerly accepted.

The two of you haven’t been married for very long when Coryo is appointed to the position of Minister of War, inserting himself as President Ravinstill’s right hand man. A lavish ball is to be held in his honor at the President’s residence, indicating the fact that he has truly arrived in high society. Coryo sighs, checking his watch, calling out to you that the limo has been pulled out and the two of you are going to be late if you don’t leave soon. Knowing you, you’re probably busy dolling yourself up, the thought making him smile. He hears you call out that you’ll be down in a moment, glancing up when you clear your throat.

His jaw drops when he sees you, dressed in a strapless baby pink gown, paired with a pink fur stole and impossibly high stilettos, again, pink of course. You look divine, he muses, watching you make your way down the stairs, the picture of beauty and femininity. He takes you into his arms the moment you reach the bottom floor.

“You look beautiful, my love,” he murmurs, pressing his lips to your jaw, “Absolutely beautiful.” His gaze falls to the hollow of your throat, eyes lighting up as he remembers something unknown to you, “Close your eyes, baby.”

You acquiesce immediately, long lashes fluttering shut as you wait for him to tell you to open them again. You feel him lead you to the mirror in your entrance foyer, his hands deftly fastening something around your neck before he tells you to open your eyes. You gasp at what you see - a beautiful silver necklace, inlaid with pink diamonds and fine crystals. You trace the extravagant piece with your fingertips.

“Oh, Coryo, it’s beautiful!”

He rests his chin on your shoulder, arms wrapped around you, whispering, “Everyone’s eyes will be on us tonight, my love. Let’s give them something to stare at.”

You smile at him, giggling softly as his hands move to squeeze your hips, lingering near your ass, “Okay, we should go, I guess?”

He nods, taking your arm, but not before presenting you with a white rose to place on your dress, making you smile. Coryo opens the door to the limo for you, ever the perfect gentleman, admiring the way your dress hugs your plump little ass as you climb inside, him coming in after you. The lights of the Capitol pass you by as your chauffeur takes you to the President’s residence, but the only thing you can think about is the feeling of Coryo’s hand, moving up your thigh, dangerously close to where he wishes to touch you the most. You give him a pout, shaking your head, stopping the path of his hand.

“Nope.”

He looks at you, surprised, “But, darling-”

“Last time we did this, all the press talked about for a month were the hickeys you left on my neck!”

He smirks at how adorable you look when you try to stand your ground and say no to him, squeezing your thigh, “Maybe we can make headlines again…”

“Coryo,” you whine, making him snicker, “We said no more limo quickies!”

“Come on,” he teases, “Let me have a little fun before I have to shake hands with all these assholes.”

He loves how innocent you act, squirming when his fingers ghost along your core. You’re so sweet, so pretty and adorable on the outside. But he knows you like it just as filthy and nasty as he does. You shake your head again.

“Nuh uh. I’m showing up looking perfect. No messed up hair. No rips in my dress. No hickeys.”

Coryo grumbles to himself, crossing his arms and pulling away from you. He leans back in his seat, thinking to himself that he’s going to get at what’s underneath that dress before the night is over, one way or another. You look too damn good for him to resist. And tonight’s supposed to be a celebration for him after all. He deserves this. He deserves everything you can give.

It’s not your first time here, but when you pull into the driveway of the President’s residence, you are once again struck by the sheer opulence of the place. You’ve grown up in the lap of luxury, sure, but this is another level. Your high heels click along the marble floor as an aide takes your stole and you and Coryo are led to the event hall, already filled with guests and journalists, and of course, President Ravinstill himself, along with the rest of the cabinet. You stand at his side, playing the part of the adoring trophy wife to perfection. He keeps his hand on your lower back, loving the feeling of your soft body against him as the two of you meet and greet everyone who is there in his honor. You charm everyone you meet, but none more so than the President.

Coryo hates it. How the dirty old geezer keeps eyeing you up and down, his gaze lingering on your cleavage, the curve of your hips, your bare shoulders. He wishes he could wring the old bastard’s neck, his jaw ticking as you do your best not to cringe when the man all but drags you to the dance floor, his paws all over you. How fucking dare he? You belong to Coryo. No one else. Only him. The President be damned. He can tell how uncomfortable you are, the tiny amount of fear in your eyes as the man continues to flirt with you. No one else can tell, but Coryo can. He’s always been able to read you like an open book. Yet, for his sake, you keep up appearances and continue the dance, only to be whisked away by your husband the moment it’s over.

He drags you to the nearest bathroom, locking the door behind you before rounding on you. You look up at him, brow furrowed in that way he’s always found so goddamn adorable.

“Coryo, what’re you doing-”

You gasp as his hand moves to your neck, just above where your necklace rests. He grips your throat, just enough to restrict your airflow, holding you in place. You can feel his cock throbbing against your thigh as he presses himself up against you. His voice is a low snarl as he finally speaks.

“Mine. No one looks at my wife like that.”

You whine softly, his thumb grazing against the hollow of your throat. You rub your thighs together, desperate for friction as you nod and mumble an affirmative, earning a smirk from your husband, his eyes blown so wide with lust that the blue of his irises is almost completely black.

“That’s a good girl.”

You remain silent as he turns you around, both of you facing the mirror. You feel his fingers tracing your shoulder blades down to the top of your dress, feeling him undo the clasp that holds it together. You allow it to fall to the floor, stepping out of it and turning to face him, gazing up at him. You chose to forego wearing a bra or panties tonight, not wanting to ruin the look of your dress, something that Coryo is endlessly grateful for. You look so perfect standing in front of him, wearing nothing but your high heels and the jewels he gifted you. His breathing grows heavier as he admires every inch of your body, his eyes roving over you ravenously.

Before he can even ask, you sink down to your knees, looking up at him through your lashes. You move to mouth at his cock over the fabric of his dress pants, giggling at the groan he lets out. Coryo moves to undo his belt and pants quickly, freeing his cock from its confines, watching as you take him between your pink lipstick-stained lips, eyes on him all the while. His hand moves into your hair, watching with delight as you move to grind yourself against his dress shoes as you suck him off, caressing his balls while he fucks your mouth. You moan against him, eyes filling with tears when he pushes himself far enough down your throat that you gag. But he knows you’ll tell him to stop if need be. You just gaze up at him with those watery eyes, holding your breath until he finally pulls out of your mouth, lifting you up onto the sink counter.

“Someone could see,” you giggle breathlessly as he lines himself up along your cunt, running the fat head of his cock against you, slapping it against your clit, reveling in the little whimper you let out.

“Let them,” he rasps as he pushes inside you with one fluid thrust, moaning at how wet and warm your sweet little pussy feels around him as he splits you open, “Let them all see and never forget who you belong to.”

His gaze falls to the jewels on your neck, the ones he gave you, as you breathe, “I belong to you, Daddy.”

Coryo chuckles darkly, lifting your thighs to wrap around his waist, “That’s right, baby. You belong to Daddy. And Daddy’s going to take what’s his.”

He loves the feeling of your stilettos digging into his muscular back as he begins pistoning his hips against yours, the sound of your whimpers filling him with a perverse pleasure he can’t even begin to describe. He’s wanted you all fucking day, and you’ve made him wait. So now? He’s going to take what he wants without any mercy. Your head falls back against the mirror as he ruts against you furiously, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing in the large bathroom.

“Going to fill this pretty little pussy up,” he hisses, “Watch my cum leak out of you. Going to fuck you so hard you’re going to feel me all week.”

“Yes, Daddy, fuck,” you manage to choke out, heels digging harder into his back, spurring him on to slot his hips against you even faster, harder, the head of his cock rubbing up against your sweet spot, making you whine pathetically, “Fuck, yes, Daddy, right there, oh my God!”

One of his hands moves to your throat again, eyes locked on yours as he squeezes slightly, fucking into you with abandon, knowing that it’s entirely possible you can be heard back at the party. But he wants them to hear the noises his pretty baby makes. Noises that only he can get you to make. Your tits bounce with each snap of his hips, making him smirk as he thinks to himself how pretty they’ll look when he knocks you up, all full, his lips wrapped around them, fuck, he can hardly contain himself. He’s going to breed you, his pretty little wife who he’s fucked so stupid all she can do is gaze up at him with parted lips, gasping for breath.

He lets out a low groan as you squeeze around him, squealing his name, spilling himself deep inside you mere moments later, his hot spend coating your walls, making you moan softly.

You stay like that, eyes locked on each other for a long moment, before you hear someone knock, asking if the bathroom’s occupied. Coryo quickly helps you off of the counter, back into your dress, both of you fixing yourselves up to make it seem like nothing happened. That’s when you see it.

You hadn’t even noticed him kissing your neck while the two of you were fucking, too blissed out by the feeling of being stretched open on his cock, but there it is.

“I look like I got mauled by a muttation!” You whine, giving him a pitiful look, “Coryo!”

He chuckles, kissing your neck right over the hickey, “You look like your daddy took what’s his.”

You giggle, nuzzling up against him as he leads you out of the bathroom, knowing eyes following the pair of you as you question, “How long till we can go home?”

Coryo presses a kiss to your temple, “Let’s just say a few more hello’s and then we can head back for round two.”

You nod, smiling to yourself happily.

As the night winds down and you get into the limo, you seat yourself in Coryo’s lap, sighing, burying your face in the crook of his neck as his arms wrap around you, “You should be President.” You giggle, “Then people will be too afraid to look at me or dance with me.”

Coryo arches a brow, his hands moving to your ass, squeezing your supple flesh, “Oh, you’d like that, wouldn’t you, baby? You’d make an adorable First Lady.” You nod and yawn softly, nuzzling up against him, prompting him to ask, his voice a bit more gentle now, “You sleepy, little one?”

You nod, eyes fluttering shut, “Mhm.”

“Then close your eyes and sleep,” he coos, stroking your face with the back of his hand, affectionate evident in his gaze, “Daddy has you.”

“Wake me up when we get home?” You request, “You promised round two.”

He chuckles, nodding at your words before pressing a kiss to your shoulder, “I did promise that, didn’t I?”

“Uh huh. And since you’re a big fancy government man now, you have to keep your promises,” you say, your voice so adorably innocent that it makes his chest ache, “It’s illegal if you don’t.”

Coryo laughs, kissing your cheek, letting his lips linger against your skin, “I’ll always deliver on my promises to you, baby. Don’t wanna risk getting arrested,” he jokes, loving the soft little laugh you let out.

“Love you, Coryo,” you mumble as you drift off, “Congrats, baby. I’m so proud of you.”

He holds you tight, gazing at you with all the love he possesses. The subtle rise and fall of your chest fills him with excitement as he thinks of what’s to come when you get home, but he can’t stop thinking about what you said.

That he should be President. That no one would dare look at you if he were.

A smirk crosses his lips.

“I love you too, baby.”

I like to think that Bakugo would like one of those bitchy girls that most people stayed away from.

"Oh her?" His friend would whisper about you as you stood before your locker, frowning as you looked at something on your phone. "Yeah, she's mean, really."

"She's rude, a bitch. Hates everyone."

What drives Bakugo is mainly the fact that he doesn't want to be 'everyone'. He's better. And because he knows what it feels like for people to stay away from you just because of what they've heard.

So he makes his move during one of the UA beach trips, when everyone's out on the sand, taking dips into the ocean. He's walking away from them, scanning the darkening sand in search of you.

He finds you near the far edge of the beach, where the place is darker, with less people, and he swears he sees a crab burrow into the sand.

But he doesn't mind much, walking over to you. You look back at him as he walks forward. You're sat on the sand, watching the waves, then Bakugo.

"What are you doing here?" You say swiftly, unfriendly as you stare him down.

He thinks you're so pretty, body clad in that cute two-piece, and your thighs stained with sand. It's hot, his eyes straining the darkness to see the grains glued to the back of your thighs.

"Last I checked, you don't own the fucking beach." He grumbles, sitting down a few meters away from you.

He succumbs to the urge to say more, to fill the silence, to keep you there with him.

"There's too loud." He says, motioning to where the others are yelling and laughing and dancing and swimming.

"What about the other side?" You raise a brow.

"Two many bitches swapping spit." He retorts, sitting with his legs straightened out, palms behind him to support his weight as he looks at you.

You chuckle at that, and you don't turn away from him, leaning on your hand, keeping your eyes on his.

Your eye contact is hot, he thinks.

"You're funny." You say, sighing softly as you turn back to the sea.

He huffs at that. He wasn't exactly trying to be funny, and he likes that. That he can make you laugh without trying. He thinks it makes you cuter.

He hopes it makes you think he's attractive.

"No one's here, you know." You turn to him, wriggling your brows mischievously.

His stomach tightens. "What?"

You snort. "Stop blushing, idiot. I'm not gonna make out with you." You're laughing. "Let's skinny dip."

And Bakugo's scowling at you for 1) making fun of him, and 2) that suggestion.

"It's fucking freezing." He scolds. "It's like 8 degrees here."

But you're already standing and grinning. "Aren't you a hero? This is endurance shit." You say, like you're challenging him.

And he's grumbling and huffing, but he's standing and running after you as you're sprinting to the water, untying your bikini. Your top goes flying in the wind as you hit the water, and he swiftly catches it before it disappears.

"Fucking idiot," he's yelling after you, pausing momentarily to drag his shorts down. He's trying to hit the water quickly before you catch sight of his dick. "You're gonna walk back fucking naked!"

"Aww, you're so little." You coo at him, laughing.

"Cause it's 8 fucking degrees!"

You were joking anyways. He's big, even in the cold. But you try not to think of that, not when he's so clearly cold, shivering as you beckon him closer.

"Come over here," you say.

"That's too fucking far. There's crabs. You come here."

You shake your head with a sly grin. "The water level here hides my breasts. So you have to come here."

He scowls at your logic, and you stick your tongue out at him.

"My dicks gonna freeze." But he's waddling in the dark water, making his way to you.

You're silent as he nears, taking in how he towers over you, how his body drowns yours, height wise and chest wise.

.

.

.

"What are you looking at?" His voice is raspy from the cold.

You smile coyly up at him.

His heart stops.

"You."

"Dude, where'd you disappear to?" Kirishima calls to Bakugo as he trudges into the room they are sharing.

But Bakugo's silent, repeating a series of numbers in his mind. He instantly goes over to his drawers, grabbing his phone and instantly punching it in, saving your contact in his phone.

"Dude, is that a fucking hickey?" He shrugs Kirishima off him, making his way to the showers, itching to get in and wash off all the sand from his body.

"I'm never fucking banging in the sand again."

What is it? It’s a duck

More bs incorrect quotes, more here, not related, just pure ridiculousness I like to pull out my ass every so often: 

If It walks like a duck

If it Talks like a duck

Also my inspo for one of the scenes below: 

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You snorted watching the puppy mount its toy, his eyes locked on his target as he started wiggling his hips, clearly determined to hump it itll it could squeak no more. 

“Butters!” You couldn’t help but whip your phone out, tears streaking down your face while Bucky rolled his eyes at the romping pooch. “Oh my gosh, Isn’t Butters so cute Bucky?” 

“No” Bucky crossed his arms across his chest, he wasn’t jealous of the 2 lb furball smaller than his hand that had all your attention as of late. Not at all. 

“C’mon, how can you not laugh” 

“Oh but when I do it, its stop Bucky, go to sleep Bucky, use your right hand Bucky, porn is free Bucky” 

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You: I know you took it

Bucky: I didn’t do anything *innocently pouts*

You: I saw you eyeing it Barnes, where’d you put it

Bucky: I would never look at, so much as eat something as childish as dunkaroos y/n. In fact, I’m so insulted, I’m going to my room. 

*Leaves to go to his room, snickering to himself while he goes and pulls out the box, ripping open the packet, dunking his finger in the frosting* 

Bucky: No one ever has to know

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Steve: How was your walk in the park

Bucky: Fine

Sam: How’s the weather out, was thinking about going for a run

Bucky: Fine *his eyes suspiciously glancing around the room* 

Steve:…Did something happen Buck?

Bucky: Nope.

*Meow*

Sam: Did you just meow?

Bucky:…yep. Can’t a grown man meow Sam. I spent years under ice, just got my life back, finally sort of free and you’re telling me I can’t meow? Meow, I’ll meow all I want. What does the doggy say? bow wow, what does the kitty say? Meow meow

*meow*

*Bucky panics*

Bucky: What does the moo cow say? AAHHHHH!

Sam: Okay *throws his hands up, scrunching his face when he notices movement in Bucky’s leather jacket” Motherfucker what are you hiding

Steve: Okay, spill Buck

*Bucky reaches into his coat, pulling out a tiny white stray kitten*

Bucky: Her name is Alpine

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You: That bitch has Dunkaroo frosting on his lips, I can see it 

*You narrow your eyes at Bucky as he walks in, cookie crumbs and a the tiniest smearing of frosting on his pouty bottom lip*

Sam: How you gonna prove it 

You: Watch

*You walk over, grab his face, squishing his cheeks together* 

You: Right. There! See?! I can see it right there! It’s my dunkaroos all over your face!

Bucky: Is not

You: Is too

Bucky: is not

You: Is too

Bucky: Go a head and taste it then, prove it

You: Fine!

*You grab his face, smash your lips onto his, letting your tongue slip past his parted lips. He growls against your lips, picking you up by the backs of your thigs and placing you onto the counter, the both of you saying fuck all to oxygen*

You: I can taste-the icing-on your tongue *You’re out of breath, his hands coming up to grab your waist*

Bucky: You sure about that?

You: No, let me check again *Grabs his shirt, your hair tangling into his locks, kissing him again*

Sam: Good grief, we get it, he stole them! 

You: I-I knew you took them *you pant, your forehead resting against his while he huffs out a laugh*

Bucky: Should’ve stolen this instead *Grabs you for another kiss*

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𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐓𝐇𝐘 𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐒 🍓🎀 with the jjk men

zzz. the dirty vid they have of you in their favorites folder… NSFW

𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎

—using a vibrator to bring both of you to orgasm

𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐎

—playing with your sensitive pussy

𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐎

—eating you out before fulling you with his cock

𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈

—breeding you full of his cum

𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈

—fucking you nice n slow from the back

𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐀

—making you cum by rubbing his cock on your clit

@camhubby_ru has uploaded a new audio — tagged: [m4f] [praise kink] [established relationship] [mdom] [fsub] [missionary] [creampie] [real fucking sounds] [real kissing sounds] [05:36] 

“Shush angel, this is a solo video ‘member?” Satoru chuckles as he thrusts harder into your wet pussy. “Gonna start the audio now quiet, okay?” He raises an eyebrow at you. 

You bite your lip and nod from your place on the fluffy pillow. Satoru stops his thrusting and opens his audio app. He holds the phone close to his mouth and presses record. 

“Mm,” He throws his head back and thrusts into you. You bite your lip harder, trying your hardest not to make a sound. “Feel so fuckin’ good—oh fuck, hmm.” He groans into his phone, lifting a hand to your thigh. He raises it over his hip while he moans and groans into the mic, singling you to wrap your legs around him. 

You dig your heels into his ass and throw your head back when he hits a particular spot.  

“What a dirty girl hmm? Look at that pretty pussy, feels so good. Mmm—uh—fuck!” He groans, thrusting into your harder as he puts on a show for his audience. You gasp quietly, unable to help yourself. You hope the app’s microphone doesn’t pick up on that, instead focusing on Satoru’s dirty words and the sound of your squelching pussy.  

Satoru’s grunts into his phone as he stares down at your pussy, pressing his palm down onto your tummy. You have to push your face into the pillow to stop yourself from squealing.  

“Gonna make this pretty pussy cum, want that dirty girl? Wanna come on my cock?” Satoru asks his feature audience. You thank the pillow your face is stuffed in because you almost answered him yourself. This is why you don’t record these audios with him…you were just so horny when you can home from a long day of work. You knew your husband was recording today but you wanted him. Those girls who subscribe and listen to him could wait.  He was your husband, and he was gonna fuck you after a long day.  

“Oh yeah?” He chuckles thrusting harder. “Mmm—gimme a kiss first, c’mere,” Satoru leans down, grips your chin to force your face out of this pillow. He smiles down at your fucked out expression before sweetly kissing your pouty lips. You kiss back, mentally patting yourself on the back for not moaning into the kiss. You and Satoru make out for several seconds, the microphone catching every sound. 

“Such a good girl, want you so cum on my cock now, okay?” He reaches down to rub your clit. You arch off the bed, a tell sign that you’re almost there. Satoru rubs your clit harder, thrusting into you at an overwhelming pace. You throw yourself into the pillow as you come hard on his cock.  

“Fuck yes—hmm so fucking tight baby, fuck m’gonna come!” He groans, almost losing his grip on the phone as he comes in you from the force of your orgasm. “ghh—baby, baby, s’good—need more of this pretty pussy. You gonna let me eat me cum out of you huh?”

So I know it's maybe a weird ask. The person I was seeing decided today they were no longer interested in me out of the blue. It sucks considering my past dating history. Is there any way you could maybe write some fluffy and smutty Bucky to help cheer me up. Maybe he picks the reader after being fed up with how they have been treated and shows them all the love and adoration he has for them. He wants them as his partner. Thank you 💞💞💞

18+ minors dni

I love and hate how much I relate to this, sending you lots of love, yes you can get alllll the fluff and alll the smut from our perfect gorgeous super soldier.

You wordlessly walked by the team as you passed by the living room, coming back from your date. You offered them a strained smile, blinking back tears, hoping would slip out till you got to your room. You were single again. You thought things were going well. Apparently not. You let the tears flow as soon as you were in your room, tossing your dress off and spending the next hour under the hot shower. The tears only worsened after you crawled into bed. 

Bucky passed by your room, hearing soft sniffles coming from the inside. Based on how you looked when you got home, he figured things hadn’t gone well. He looked at your door longingly, wanting so badly to hold you and comfort you. If you were his, he would have treated you like the absolute princess you were. 

But you weren't. 

*****

“I’m so sorry y/n, I promise we’ll make it up to you as soon as we get back” 

“It’s okay” 

You gave Nat and Wanda a sad smile while they hugged you tight, getting called for a last minute mission with the team, effectively ruining your girls night. You sighed, plopping onto the couch in the now empty living room. You turned on a movie, but you were hardly paying attention, scrolling through your phone instead. 

“Hi Doll” 

You squeaked, surprised to see Bucky standing behind you, your eyes growing wide looking at his shirtless form, he clearly had a very good workout. 

“Hi Buck” You willed your eyes to stay trained on his face but that was some how worse, with his perfect blue eyes gazing down at you, pink lips curved into a smirk. “You scared me, I thought you left with the others”

Bucky chuckled, shaking his head, “I’ve been told to take a month off after an injury” 

“You were just at the gym Bucky” You shook your head while he sheepishly smiled at you. 

“What are you up to”

“Having a girls night by myself” You pouted, looking at the empty coffee table that should have been covered in a week’s worth of junk food. Bucky smiled softly, adoring your sad little face, he would do anything to make you smile again. 

“What do you normally do for a girls night” 

“Hmm sit in comfy clothes, paint our nails, drink, watch cheesy rom coms, eat junk food, sleep over”

“We can still do that” You looked at him quizzically while Bucky’s mind started piecing together all the things he’d need. “I’m gonna shower. Go change into your comfy clothes doll, come back down in a bit” 

You went to your room to change, your cheeks warm and heart beating faster than necessary. Did you always have a crush on him? Yes. Had it ever gone anywhere? No. His friendship was enough though. Maybe. 

*****

You made your way back to the living room in an oversized t shirt and extra fluffy robe, gasping when you saw the transformed living room. Bucky had clearly robbed a candy store, the table piled with chocolate, chips, cupcakes, and cookies. There was a bottle of your favorite wine, The Proposal pulled up on the Tv and a few blankets thrown on the couch. Bucky grinned, walking in with a beer and plopping onto the couch. 

“Y-you did all this?”  You were still in shock as you sat down beside him, your eyes flickering over every detail Bucky had paid attention to, he’d laid out everything you loved. 

“Of course doll, what do you normally do first” He poured you some wine which you took with shaky hands, restraining yourself from crawling into his lap and kissing his face 100 times over. 

“Nat normally paints my nails” You put down the few bottles of nail polish you had, still undecided on a color. “I guess I could paint them but I don’t know what color” 

Bucky shrugged, grabbing your foot and plopping it into his lap. He picked up a bottle of red polish he loved on you, carefully holding your foot while he tried to paint your toenails.

“What do you normally talk about”

You bit your lip, avoiding the question but you knew he was waiting for an answer after he stopped painting your nails, looking up at you instead.  

“...boys”

Bucky snorted, nodding, it’s not like he was expecting anything else. 

“Talk to me doll”

Bucky’s listened attentively while you recollected your last date, the conversation moving onto what you were looking for in general. You didn’t ask for a lot. You wanted someone who just wanted you, to spend time with you, love you, adore you the same way you loved them. The part you didn’t voice was if it were up to you, you would have wanted him, he was everything you could have pieced together in your dreams but it’s not like he wanted you that way.    

You sighed to yourself, looking at the beautiful 6′5 super solider who now had your other foot in his hand, his brows knitted together trying his best to do a neat job. He lifted your foot closer to his face to paint the smaller toes while you giggled, your foot squirming in his hand. 

“B-bucky it tickles!” 

“Sorry baby” 

You both froze, Bucky’s eyes grew wide at his slip up, hoping you didn’t hear what he just called you, continuing to paint your toes as if nothing happened. He set your foot down, before putting the bottle on the table. 

“Thank you” You whispered, the both of you back to watching the movie, inching closer and closer until you were leaning against him. He felt butterflies the second he felt your head rest on his shoulder, unable to stop the blush spreading on his cheeks. 

“Anything for you y/n” 

****

“What’s the last part of you girls night” Bucky let out a yawn, rubbing her eyes, trying to stay awake. He chuckled as you mumbled something incoherently, tucked into his side, not wanting to get up. 

“Sleep over” you mumbled, snuggling further into his warmth. Bucky smiled, turning the movie off before scooping you into his arms and carrying you over to your bedroom. He set you down, pulling the covers over you and tucking you in before leaving, your hang tugging at his wrist to stop him. 

“Bucky?”

“You okay doll?”

“Stay with me”

Bucky’s eyes grew wide, looking at you hesitantly, he wanted nothing more than to cuddle you all night but he didn’t want it to feel weird. 

“Are-are you sure?” 

“Well it’s not a sleep over if you go sleep in your bed” You playfully rolled your eyes, opening the covers and making some room for him. Bucky slipped under the sheets with you, his body moving on its own as he pulled you to lay on his chest.

“Goodnight Bucky” You were fast asleep instantly, nearly purring as he softly stroked your back, kissing your forehead before closing his eyes.

“Goodnight baby” 

*****

It started to become a regular occurrence. You were having “movie nights” and “sleep overs” more frequently, always ending in “platonic” cuddles and innocent kisses. 

Just like tonight. 

You were curled up in his arms wearing one of his Henley's, a movie playing in his room instead of the living room. His hand absentmindedly slipped up your shirt, stroking your waist while trailing kisses from your forehead to your nose and then...stopping. 

He wanted to kiss you so badly, your soft sweet lips always looked so kissable. You tilted your face up, hoping he could keep going, your lips brushing against his. His breath hitched before kissing you slowly, his hands firming gripping you to pull you closer. 

“Bucky...”

“Doll...” His breaths grew heavier, the movie long forgotten as he rolled you over so he was laying on top of you. Your fingers gently tugged on his hair, your thighs squeezing around his waist. It didn’t take long for clothes to fly off, both of you pressed against each other again with nothing separating you.

“I’ve always wanted you” Bucky whispered, his nose nudging yours. He peppered kisses all over your face, his heart soaring, he wanted to show you exactly how much he adorated you, how well he’d always take care of you. “You deserve the world y/n”

“You like me?” You blinked up at him, while he kissed your nose, smiling at your wide eyes. 

“No baby, I love you” He came down to claim your lips again, his hands lacing with yours while you spread your legs further for him, needing him even closer. You whined feeling him rut against you, his cock was aching to be inside, pressed right against your soaked folds.

“Are you sure you want this?” you whispered, moaning softly when you felt the tip of his cock nudge against your entrance, fuck you needed this, you needed him. “Fuck, I love you James” 

“I want all of you sweet heart” He pushed his cock into you, the both of you gasping at the feeling of his length stretching your walls. “Gonna show you just how much” 

He started off slow, getting you used to how thick he was, his cock buried deep inside you, barely pulling out before rocking his hips back in. You could feel the burn melt away, your legs moving to hug his waist, waiting for him to stop holding back. 

“M-more Bucky, please”  You whimpered, moaning when he started to thrust faster, his cock hitting spots that made you clench and gush. “Fuck, just like that baby” Your back arched off the bed, wrapping your body tighter around him, your pussy clenching and squeezing around him. 

“You feel so fucking good baby, squeezing me so tight” He groaned, pulling back so he could sit back on his heels, throwing your legs on his shoulders. He bit your calf, kissing the pain away after, his cock still fucking you, loving the way your body bounced under him. 

“You look so fucking pretty like this baby” You bit back a sob, pleasure overwhelming you, no one had ever made you feel so good. His hand came down to rub your clit, making you cry out, instantly cumming around his cock without warning. Bucky bit back a smirk, fucking you harder and faster than before. 

“This is the only time I’ll ever make you cry princess, let it out baby, feels good, huh” 

Bucky had always been soft and sweet with you, you’d never seen his posessive side. The side that never wanted to see your heart broken again. The side that wanted to love and take care of you the way you deserved. 

“Feels good Bucky” you sobbed out, tears dampening the pillow while he fucked your throbbing sensitive pussy. 

“Give me one more baby” Buckys head was thrown back, doing his best to keep from cumming in you “C’mon baby, one more, need it” 

You nearly saw stars as he let your legs fall off his shoulders, his body coming back down to lay on you again. He kissed you softly, his hand coming down to rub tight circled on your sensitive nub while he cock started to throb. 

“I adore you sweet girl” He whispered, nipping your lips while your body clung onto his. “Want you to be mine”

“I-I’m y-yours Bucky” You choked out, pleasure building in your belly again, white spots clouding your vision. “M’gonna cum Buckyyy” 

“Cum for me baby, right there with you, together doll, let go” He kept hitting your g-spot, moaning and grunting above you, his cock throbbing and leaking inside you “Fuck sweet heart, m’cumming for you so much babyy” He moaned into your neck, slowly thrusting into you, riding out both your highs. 

“My beautiful baby” He kissed your forehead before pulling the covers over you both, not bothering to pull out. You sighed contently, tucked safely in his arms, feeling like you were in the safest place in the world. 

“I love you Bucky” You kissed his chest, before falling asleep, while Bucky gazed down at you; he would love and protect you exactly the way you deserved. 

“I love you y/n, You’re mine babydoll, all mine” 

Bonus:

Nat and Wanda are jealous (but also screaming and crying from happiness on the inside) when Bucky hogs you during girls night. As in he’s minding his own business of course, occasionally waltzing his way in to kiss you and tell you he loves you. 

Sometimes he plucks a bottle of nail polish and sits on the floor with your leg tossed over his shoulder so he can paint your toes a new color. 

He’s sooo soft for you. He tugs you around everywhere. Writing a mission report? He has you on his lap. You have cramps? He’s pouting beside you, rubbing your tummy and holding you till it feels better. Your sleepy? He’s carrying you to bed and if there’s no bed, he’s tucking you into his arms. 

All the forehead kisses.

All the nose kisses. 

All the neck kisses.

foot rubs.

cuddles,

all for you. 

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