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THE FALCON AND THE WINTER SOLDIER (2021) 1.03 Power Broker — dir. Kari Skogland

Well, this week has been a weird blip, huh? Oh well, new day, new life, and all that.

When my math teacher asks me to answer the equation on the board.

I think he really doesn’t know.

I'm going insane. I'm going feral. WHEN WILL THIS HAPPEN TO ME

  toxic & jealous

synopsis: bucky is fed up with you going on shitty dates so he finally does something about it.

pairing: bucky barnes (roommate) x f!reader

word count: 2.5k

warnings: 18+ ONLY. jealous bucky, shitty date, possessive bucky—he’s actually kind of a red flag but it’s fine, teasing, dirty talk, bucky is beefy and tall af, so much sexual tension, lots of kissing, oral (receiving), fingering, protected sex, praise kink, heavy size kink, pet-names, idk if i missed anything

notes: felt kinda slutty and this happened

“Where are you going?” Bucky asks, folding his arms over his chest.

His brows are furrowed tightly, a look of concern and confusion coating his face as he watches you apply your lipgloss in the mirror. The bathroom you both share isn’t nearly large enough to accommodate you both, so Bucky has no choice but to lean against the doorframe.

“A date,” you shrug casually, puckering your lip before dipping the wand back for another coat.

Your eyes meet Bucky’s through the mirror briefly as you try to focus on your makeup and not the hole he’s boring into the back of your head.

“With who?” The line of questioning doesn’t stop as you groan, closing the tube of gloss and chucking it into your small purse.

“Just a guy I met.” You’re keeping things as nondescript as possible because you know Bucky.

Your last date didn’t exactly go smoothly, but that wasn’t because of any you did. No, in fact, it was entirely Bucky’s fault and you continue to remind him of the fact.

Things were going great until you invited your last date back to your place, opening the door only to be greeted by a brooding Bucky who looked like he had murder on his mind.

And truthfully, who wouldn’t be afraid of a nearly 6’6 man built like a Greek God glaring at you like you’re his best victim. Safe to say your date didn’t stick around as soon as Bucky opened his mouth and explained all of the ways he could hurt your date if he fucked up in any way.

“Where are you going?” Bucky asked and you rolled your eyes as you scoffed.

“Bucky.” You tried to warn, “we’re just going to grab some dinner, okay?”

Nothing you said seemed to calm Bucky down, his jaw clenching before he forced himself to relax. He stepped out of the doorframe so you could exit, grabbing your heels before grabbing onto Bucky’s thick arm for balance as you put them on.

“I just don’t understand why you go on these dates, it’s not like these guys are good enough for you.” Bucky grumbles under his breath as he wraps his arm around your waist to offer more support as you slide the second heel on.

You chuckle, shaking your head, “maybe that’s because you scare off anyone who tries.”

Bucky just shrugs as if there’s nothing wrong with his behaviour. Despite being your roommate, he acts more like a protective father to you. No one is ever good enough for you, that he’s made clear.

“I’ll be back soon, don’t wait up for me.” You say, giving him a wild smile as his eyes blow wide.

You don’t linger, running out the door and closing it shut as you hear Bucky swearing on the other side—some of it not even English as you laugh to yourself before stepping into the elevator.

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What a total fucking bust of a date.

Bucky was going to love this at least. He won’t be a huge grump and maybe you’ll be able to talk him out of hunting this guy down. Although, you probably wouldn’t try so hard considering he was an absolute asshole.

The second you’re through your front door, the heels come off and you let out a groan of relief before chucking your keys and bag onto the small table by the entrance.

“So, was I right?” Bucky emerges from his bedroom wearing nothing but a loose, low hanging pair of sweatpants.

It takes you a moment to tear your eyes away from his broad chest, but you manage.

“Yes, fine. You’re right, no one is good enough for me.” You sigh, grabbing a glass of water before leaning against the counter.

Bucky mimics your position, folding his muscled arms over his chest. His prosthetic gleams lightly under the soft light of the city, but little else is illuminated in the apartment.

You let out another defeated sigh, “maybe there’s something wrong with me. I don’t know.”

Bucky’s eyebrows furrow at your words again as he takes a few steps towards you as you watch him, placing your glass on the counter behind you.

“That’s the stupidest thing I’ve heard come out of your mouth. And I’ve heard a lot of dumb shit come from those lips.” Bucky smirks, his words oddly putting you at ease.

“Yeah? Well then why can’t I ever get a man to stay?” You retort back, feeling that awful pit in your stomach you always get when you think about your love life.

Bucky moves closer and you think he’s going to stop when he’s right in front of you, but he doesn’t. Instead, he’s nearly pressed up against you as he cages you in with both of his hands on either side of you.

Your breath catches in your throat slightly at the proximity and the way Bucky’s scent washes over you. It’s so deep and rich you want it to stain your bedsheets, but he can’t even know that.

“Do you really want to know why, sweetheart?” He asks and you notice the way his voice has dropped an octave or two.

You swallow thickly, inhaling a shaky breath as you nod your head as your response. You know that your words would fail you right now, especially with the dark, hungry look in Bucky’s eyes.

He looks away for a second, taking a deep breath before his eyes are locked on yours. His tongue runs across his bottom lip and you think your heart might fail you at any moment.

“Because I’m a selfish bastard,” he says. “I drive every man away because I’m a selfish, jealous, arrogant asshole who can’t stand the thought of another man’s hands on your body.”

His confession sends a jolt through your body. The rawness of his words mixed with the raspiness of his voice as he’s just mere inches away is enough for you to feel lightheaded.

“It’s because I want to be the one who makes you laugh. Who’s there for you, who knows you better than anyone else, and who makes you come so fucking hard I ruin men completely for you. That all you’ll want is me.”

You gasp at his boldness, mouth forming a soft ‘oh’ shape. You’ve crossed some sort of boundary and you know there’s no going back now. You’ve fucked up this relationship.

Might as well ruin it some more.

“What else do you want to do to me?” Your question comes out meek and small, voice shaking, but Bucky smirks at your words.

He cocks his head to the side, nearly perfect teeth on display before he’s leaning into you so he can whisper into your ear.

“I’d rather show you, baby. I’m better with my hands than I am with my words.” He purrs, lips brushing your earlobe and his breath is hot against the skin of your neck.

You nearly whimper, knees almost buckling as you mutter a silent fuck under your breath without even realizing it.

“Would you like that, baby?” He asks, almost mockingly with a small pout as his eyes lock with yours again.

“Would you like me to show you all the ways I dream of touching you? About the things I think about when my hand is wrapped around my cock late at night?”

The heat between your legs is beyond extinguishable now unless Bucky gets his hands on you.

“Yes.” That three letter word is all Bucky needed to hear before his lips are on yours.

The kiss is hot and desperate, his hands trying to feel and touch every inch of you as you do the same to him. Sinking your crescent shaped nails into the freckled skin of his shoulder as you lose your breath over this man.

He’s pulling you off the counter, large hands splayed on your waist and hips as you both messily stumble through the dark apartment until you’re standing at the threshold of his door.

Bucky makes it look so small, but he looks like a wild animal with his dark eyes and heaving chest as he looks down on you like you’re his next meal.

“I want you on my bed so all you can smell is me while I’m buried deep inside of you,” he says, chest rumbling as he pulls you into the room.

There’s no need to close the door, but he does anyway. Shutting it with his foot while he hungrily kisses you again. And he’s all you can think about, your heart beating to the tune of his name.

It’s not romantic, there’s no candles or mood lighting. Bucky’s bed isn’t done and there’s a pair of boxers strewn on the floor you both manoeuvre around. Still, you wouldn’t change a thing as Bucky rips your clothing off one by one until they join his.

“You’re so goddamn beautiful,” he murmurs, dropping to his knees so he can wrap his lips around your nipples.

You moan when he sinks his teeth into them, grabbing his hair to keep him anchored to you.

“No man deserves you, but I’m going to do my best to prove my worth to you.” He says against your hot skin as he presses a hot trail of kisses down your stomach until he meets the line of your panties.

He looks up at you one last time, as if asking for permission before his hand in pushing you back onto the bed. His fingers hook into your panties, dragging them down before throwing them over his back.

Bucky’s hands spread your legs further as he leans in and your mind is dizzy and fuzzy when his hot breath fans over your core.

“Just relax, let me make you feel good, baby.” Bucky purrs in a cocky, confident tone as you let your head fall back onto the mattress.

His kisses are warm against your inner thighs and you’re squirming until Bucky delivers a soft bite that has you gasping and looking at him.

“If you can’t stay still I’ll have to tie you up, sweetheart.” He winks, nose nuzzling the top of your mound and you’re about to start begging.

Bucky delivers a long lick and you lock your legs tighter around his head. He takes his time, carefully mapping you out in his head and taking note of what makes your toes curl.

“Fuck,” you curse, grabbing onto his hair as he teases your entrance with a thick, cool finger.

He adds one, then another, and then he curls them and you swear you’re about to meet your maker because no one has ever figured you out this quickly. If ever.

“You’re so sweet, Christ, baby.” Bucky groans, “I’m already fucked addicted.”

You moan, feeling your orgasm quickly approaching as his continues his motions with his fingers and mouth in tandem together before you’re falling apart.

It hits you out of nowhere, back arching off the bed as Bucky keeps you anchored with a thick arm over your waist.

“Oh my God.” You pant, unable to get any other coherent thought out.

Bucky smirks, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand as he crawls over you until his lips are back on yours. He moans when you wrap your hand around his clothed cock, grinding it against you before he has to stop you.

“You keep doing that and I’ll come in my pants, baby girl.” He groans, almost in pain as he squeezes his eyes shut tightly.

You’re breathing just as hard as him, if not harder, as you watch this giant, huge, man coming apart all because of you.

“Bucky,” you say his name in a questioning tone.

He looks down at you, meeting your eyes and you know just how much he’s holding back. You know he wants to rip into you…and you want it too.

“Fuck me.” You whisper, barely audible as Bucky’s eyes flutter closed and he buries his head in the crook of your neck.

“You’re going to kill me, baby.” His words are muffled, “I never thought I’d hear those words from you.”

Bucky makes quick work of his pants, not wanting to waste any time before your eyes widen and you can’t tear them away from his cock.

“I-I, uh, Bucky I don’t think you’re going to fit.” You stutter, still in a trance.

He cocks his head, licking his lips as he grabs a condom from the bedside table. Your body moves for you, inching up the bed and getting comfortable against the pillows because you need to know how Bucky Barnes fucks.

“It’ll fit, sweetheart. We’ll make it fit.” He cooes as he finishes rolling on the condom and settling over you again.

You don’t doubt him either, watching him spurt lube over his length as he gently nudged your your legs apart.

“You look so good like this; spread out underneath me.” Bucky purrs, his nose tracing along your jawline as you feel him line up with your entrance.

You wrap your arms around his neck, beckoning him closer to you as he pushes in slowly.

“Shit,” Bucky groans as you gasp out a moan.

You’re both entirely consumed by each other as Bucky slowly pushes in, stretching you out inch by inch.

“You’re doing so good for me, baby.” Bucky whispers, kisses being peppered to your neck.

It’s not painful, but the stretch can definitely be felt as his hips rock against yours. When he’s fully seated, you can feel his hand cup your face as you manage to open your eyes.

“Feel that, baby? That’s it, so fucking deep inside of you.” You whine at his words, trying to lift your hips up and create some sort of friction.

Bucky takes mercy on you, circling his hips before pulling out and thrusting into you. It shakes the bed, the headboard rocking against the wall as the bed springs creak under your combined weight.

Nothing in this world is more important than this very moment and you hope it never ends.

You feel Bucky’s hand run down your sides before he’s placing it on your lower stomach. You’re confused at first, but when he adds pressure, it’s a whole new type of pleasure.

“That’s how deep I am, fuck, baby. And you’re taking all of me like the good girl you are.” Bucky praises as he continues to rock his hips against you.

You know he can feel you tighten around him, because he just slightly changes his angle until you’re crying out for him.

“I know, I know, sweetheart. Don’t hold back for me and come for me.”

Your legs tighten around his toned waist, holding him close to you as the coil snaps and pleasure fills you. You’re acutely aware of the way Bucky’s hips stutter before he stills completely inside of you, panting against your neck.

“Get comfortable, sweetheart.” Bucky smirks, a light sheen of sweat on his face, “because we’ve still got all night ahead of us.”

CLINT YOU SMART MF

Clint: Everytime I hear someone talking about updog, I’m torn between not wanting to fall for it and wanting to help them complete their joke.

Natasha: Okay, but what is updog?

y/n: Updog is a long sausage in a bun, often served with ketchup, mustard, onions, and/or relish.

Maria: Not, that’s a hot dog. An updog is when a new version or patch of an application is released.

Coulson: No, that's an update. You’re thinking of the fourth largest city in Sweden.

Fury: Surely, that’s Uppsala, where’s updog is the giant spider in Harry Potter.

Clint: That’s Aragog. Updog is a symbol conventionally used for an arbitrarily small number in analysis proofs.

Maria: You’re thinking of epsilon. Updog is an upward-moving air current.

y/n: No, that’s an updraft. An updog is the modern version of a henway.

Natasha: What’s a henway??

Clint: Oh, about five pounds.

My babygirl

atsumu who just gets so annoyed at that stupid plushie on your bed.

at first, he denies it. he denies it because the whole matter is just so above and beyond him.

to be genuinely pissed at some stuffed animal? please. he’s THE MSBY Black Jackals’ Setter. a PRO volleyball player. and most importantly, a GROWN man. being jealous over some sewn up cotton? goodness.

but the nights you had abandoned and turned your back towards him just to unconsciously reach for that plushie and cuddle with it instead began to frequent more than atsumu could tolerate.

hes definitely death threatening that stuffed beast (his own choice of words) the morning after.

is this what those scientists in shows felt like when their own experiments went against them? because seeing that white teddy bear he had prided himself in buying as a gift for your anniversary come and replace him during the hours of your slumber wasn’t really the nicest feelings ever.

so, if you find a rather jolly and humming atsumu sipping his coffee at 8:30 am in the morning, just know that he’s feeling really accomplished and expecting your figure to be the only thing he’s holding from the moment you close your eyes, and up for when you open them once again.

“mornin’, baby. whats up with the upset brows?

oh, but don’t look at how the attic just so happened to have its entrance slightly ajar. unfortunately, doing a clean job wasn’t really in atsumu’s blood that day.

____

“atsumu, have you seen the bear you got me for our anniversary? i’m worried… i cant seem to find it. it’s just.. gone?”

“eh? that big thing? how would it even get lost in the first place?”

“i know.. it’s so weird..”

“maybe yer’ just not looking hard enough, sweet.”

“but how—?……also, why’s the attic open?”

“ya look beautiful, by the way.”

“wh—?”

“just woke up too. so gorgeous. wouldn’t expect less from ya. c’mon, let’s go on a walk.”

“but atsumu, the att—

“i think the tulips you planted finally bloomed. let’s check, hm?”

“i just planted them three days ago—?? hey! atsumu! ats—!!”

well. taking an unexpected walk around the neighbourhood on an empty stomach definitely didn’t make things any better that morning.

——

though, if it alleviates anything within you, perhaps do take note at the horror on atsumu’s face upon the sight of your child dusting off that same white teddy bear she had “found while treasure hunting in the attic!” six years later.

as you make a snide comment (totally not directed at your awfully tense husband), and lead your daughter to washing the now roughed up plush, atsumu couldn’t help but feel as if that bear had been plotting against him, making sure to come back with even more malice for their inevitable reunion. (what a poetic mind, atsumu.)

and so, with no you to hold and to feel, and with no daughter to keep close by,

the bed surely felt colder that night.

stupid bear.

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i’m afraid the atsumu hyperfixation is never gonna end

Arrrr. I louvrrrr thissss

𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗽𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗽𝗶𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗲

𝙥𝙞𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙚! 𝙗𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙮 𝙗𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙚𝙨 𝙭 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮 || Love and loyalty is tested after Bucky realises you aren’t who you pretend to be.

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 || unprotected sex, loss of virginity, oral sex, abduction. MINORS DNI

This is not proofread :/

I finally completed this story!! Yay! I hope you like it!

You stared at the wooden ceiling as you laid down in your bed. The ship was silently swaying from side to side due to the night breeze like a cradle. But sleep didn’t come on such nights.

The bed wasn’t bad, and your stomach was filled yet when you closed your eyes, only thoughts plagued your head. It had almost been two weeks since you had been taken, but you weren’t so sure as it was difficult counting days on the sea.

You still vividly remembered each and every detail of how your life had taken a one eighty degree turn. Princess Wanda of your kingdom was betrothed to Prince Vision, whose kingdom was across the sea.

You being her best friend had decided to accompany her overseas and had therefore set sail in a grand ship. It was all going perfectly well until the pirates raided your ship. But more than the jewels and wealth, they were interested in the princess; they had something against the other kingdom.

You had known it at that moment that if you let them take Wanda, she would face situations worse than hell. So at that very instant, you both had changed clothes and you had let these pirates abduct you instead, though you didn’t look anything like the princess.

You had expected these people to be brutish and ill mannered but instead they were jolly and accepting. You had imagined horrid scenarios but instead these people gave you respect, fed your food, and looked after you. And the only thing they forced you to do was to sing along with them after every dinner.

So in short, the problem wasn’t that you were abducted by the pirates and neither was it homesickness. The problem was a certain metal armed pirate and leader who went by Bucky.

He was unlike any you had ever met; charming yet sharp, gentle yet commanding, alluring yet fearful. Since the moment you had come here, his eyes never left you and neither did yours left him.

And his eyes, oh god his eyes, they were deeper than the sea and lustrous like the sky. His lips were so plump and soft and that perfect nose of his. Every moment you saw him, your mind was filled with not so decent thoughts.

You wanted to hate these pirates; you wanted to hate Bucky. But somehow things weren’t going how you wanted them to be. You were instead thinking of living here forever in the back of your head. You later did get angry at yourself, but the thought wasn’t so bad.

You changed your sides and closed your eyes in a poor effort of mimicking sleep. The silence of the room was disturbed by a firm knock at your door. Grumbling to yourself, you got up to answer.

You weren’t asleep, but that didn’t mean you weren’t comfortable in that small cot. It was nice and cozy being bundled up but then some ass had to disturb you. Sighing, you opened the door only to see Bucky.

“Umm, what are you doing here?” It was really too late for anyone to visit you, a supposed princess. “Just came to see you princess.” You pouted at the title but didn’t reply.

The moon was casting beautiful shadows on his face making him look enigmatic. He entered without really waiting for your answer and locked the door behind him.

Sitting on your small bed, he motioned you to come forward. The room was dingy and didn’t have much space to roam free, yet you walked two steps closer.

“Now that the princess is here, one might think the royal wedding would be stalled.” The room didn’t have a proper lighting, but from what was visible, his stare was deadly.

“But you see,” he got up and walked right in front of you. You gulped nervously as he gently placed his finger of your cheek and trailed it till your chin before he continued.

“That is not the case.” A violent shudder passed through you as he gripped your chin tightly. You knew this day would come and yet you were unprepared for it.

“The royal wedding took place yesterday. So that leaves us with two possibilities, either they married the false princess or…” he jerked you closer to himself, “You are the fake princess.”

So this is how I die, you thought to yourself. Maybe you shouldn’t have been so brave and let Wanda get captured, at least the kingdom would’ve searched for her. But for you, no one came.

“Answer me!” He was so close to your face that your breaths were intermingling. “I…” you didn’t want to cry in front of him; you didn’t want to be weak. But then you couldn’t stop the tears that started spilling from your eyes.

You were all alone on this ship and no one would come to save you. You hadn’t just warped Bucky’s plan but you had also lied to him all this time.

“I trusted you, and what you did was betray me.” He wasn’t lying, he had been nothing but kind to you. When you didn’t reply, he held you by your arms and shook you.

“I’m sorry.” You finally sobbed out. “You could’ve told us. You could’ve told me!” Bucky wasn’t really angry at the fact that you had lied about being the princess, he was mad as you hadn’t told him the truth.

You were one of the most kind, hardworking and caring person he had ever met. He hadn’t thought he would ever fall in love, but you had proved him wrong. You had become his lighthouse in the storm of life.

“I… I didn’t mean to hurt you.. I mean I did lie to fool you, but that was before I met you. I couldn’t let you capture Wanda…. Please… please don’t kill me.” You ducked your head low with guilt and helplessness.

Your words shifted something in Bucky. His hard touch suddenly turned gentle and he now held you to stop you from falling. You were shaking in his hands and he hated it. He hated the way you thought he’d let anything in this world harm you.

“Hey… hey look at me.” He placed his hand on your chin once again and titled your head up, just this time his hands were tender. “I’m not going to kill you.”

“You’re not?” You were surprised with his confession. You stared up at him with wide eyes, waiting for him to say something more. “No. I could never hurt you.” The next thing he did surprised you the most, he kissed your forehead.

“Bucky..” your said breathily. “Shhh…” he shushed you before gently pecking your left cheek. “I am angry at you for lying to me.” He kissed your right cheek next and you felt tingles go down your spine.

“But that doesn’t mean I’ll hurt you.” Holding your face firmly with his palms, he kissed your nose. “I know you don’t trust me yet. But I need you to know something; I trust you.”

Those three words were more important and real than anything else in the world. You knew Bucky didn’t rely on many people, but the fact that he trusted you made you feel a different kind of warm.

“Bucky, I trust you too. You’ve taken care of me more than anyone else in my life.” Placing your hands on his worn out shirt, you pulled him in for a proper kiss. You readily opened your mouth for him as you melted into each other.

You let out a squeak when he teasingly bit your lower lip. “Don’t think I’ve forgiven you, princess.” You shook your head and corrected him. “I’m not the princess.” He just chuckled, “You are. You are my princess.”

This man is going to be the death of me. You batted your eyelashes flattering manner and smiled. “You’re so sweet.” You stared at him as he shook his head and laughed. “You won’t be saying this in fifteen minutes.”

In the next instant, his flesh hand was gripping your hair as he pulled you in for a passionate kiss. You previously didn’t get it when your friends gushed about kisses, but now you understood.

Your arms travelled up his chest and tried to bring him even closer to you. The way he was kissing you made you stupid and your toes tingle. The kiss was wet and lewd and you loved it just as much.

You both were panting and breathless as Bucky pulled his shirt off. You couldn’t help but gasp as you eyed his muscles torso. His arms were decorated with veins and his scars were making him look even more rough.

With an unsteady pointer finger, you slowly traced the dips and curves of his hard abs. Licking your lips, you gulped nervously, “I’ve… I’ve never done this before.” You didn’t know why but you were somewhat ashamed of your lack of experience.

“There’s nothing to worry about. I’ll go slow, I promise.” His eyes were sparkling with mischief but you didn’t yet understand why. “Okay.” Your voice was small as you nodded.

With careful fingers, Bucky untied the knots of your dress. Once you were naked in front of him, true to his word, he gently laid you down on the bed. Biting your lower lip between your teeth you saw with interest as Bucky unbuttoned his pants.

Your eyes became wide as you saw his veiny length. You hadn’t seen a naked man before, but you were sure he was very well endowed. “Don’t get scared. I’ll make it good for you.” His voice was dripping with a sinful promise.

As soon as he climbed on the bed, he started peppering kisses from your breastbone to your belly. “Wha… what are you doing?” You asked as he placed himself between your legs.

“Nothing you won’t like.” His answer didn’t really clear anything but you let him continue anyway. He pried your legs apart with his hands and licked his lips, “You’re so beautiful.” He said looking into your eyes.

You were insecure for a moment as nobody had seen you like this before. But Bucky proclaiming how beautiful he found you put your worries to rest. “Thank you.” You replied shyly.

“You don’t need to thank me for stating facts.” With that he placed a small kiss to your throbbing clit. “Bucky!” You got up on your elbows to look at him. “Do you want me to stop?” He clearly had no intentions of stopping.

“Umm no.” Locking eyes with you, his tongue lapped up your juices. Your hand instinctively took hold of his long locks as you fell back into the bed with a moan. After that you were too lost in the sensations to form coherent thoughts.

With his talented tongue, he licked up your slick and flicked your sensitive pearl. You blindly guided him by his hair to where his tongue felt the most pleasurable. You squirmed under him at the barrage of sensations only for him to hold you tight.

The coil in your gut became tight and you knew you were close to a pleasurable release. But just then Bucky painstakingly slowed down himself from fucking you with his tongue.

He just slowly licked you as you whined under him. “Bucky..” you complained as the feeling of an impending high dissipated. “What? You wanted me to go slow.” He was smirking and he knew exactly what he was doing.

You wanted to hit him and at the same time bury his face back between your thighs. “I… I don’t want you to go slow.” You turned around to avoid looking into his eyes.

He crawled up to your face and made you look back up into his eyes. His metal arm was cold as he explored your body with it. You mewled as he nibbled your throat, “As you wish.”

With that his entire demeanour changed. Little nibbles turned into bites which he later soothed with his tongue. His fingers pinched and rolled your nipples and the only thing you could do was hold tight onto him.

“Are you ready?” His breath tickled your hair as he whispered into your ear. You simply nodded and held his shoulders as he lined up his cock and slid into you.

A tear slipped out of your eye when he finally entered you. “Fuck. You’re so warm. Fuck!” The people you grew up with didn’t really curse, so when Bucky did that you always found it hot.

With one arm holding himself up and the others resting on your hip, he started thrusting into you. Your girlfriends had told you how good sex felt, but you always thought they were exaggerating; turns out they weren’t.

Your entire body felt electrified as Bucky snapped his hips into you. You didn’t want him to stop and you wanted to forever get lost in this sea of pleasure. Your nails were probably marking up Bucky’s back, but neither you nor him cared about it.

You were once again close to that dangerous peak from where there was no return. And yet you dived head first into it. Your back arched and your eyes closed shut as you came, hard.

Bucky wasn’t far behind as your walls convulsed around him. He buried his face into your neck as he emptied his warm seed deep into you. Your bodies entwined impossibly closer as you road the aftershocks.

You both just lay there, covered in sweat and slick, as you finally came down from the high. You lovingly stared in each other’s eyes as Bucky caressed your face.

“Don’t leave me.” He whispered as his thumb rubbed your cheek. His eyes were vulnerable and you knew he was scared. You had thought about this possibility and had already thought of the result. “I won’t.”

But just as him, you too had your questions. “Are you disappointed that I’m not the princess?” Bucky pecked your cheek tenderly, “I don’t care about the princess now that I’ve got my Queen.”

SIR YOU ARE VERY SEXY

Chris Evans starring as Steve ‘The World is Your Runway’ Rogers AVENGERS: INFINITY WAR | 2018

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