To Simp On Main Or Not To Simp On Main...

thinking abt prof!Bucky eating you out in his little office...

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Warning: 18+, smut

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you had been on his mind for the whole entire day, the hunger inside him so irritating that he had no other chance to break your little rule of not doing anything in public.

now down on his knees and between your thighs, he’s messy being and he’s being sloppy – he’s got your slick running down his chin as he fucks you with his tongue, and his glasses keep fogging up from the way he keeps burying his face into your warm cunt. he’s like a starved beast, devouring you as if you’re the last meal he’ll ever get to eat. 

with your free hand, you tug at his roots and it only makes things worse for you because the action makes bucky groan into you and the vibrations that sends all over your body are so intense that your eyes go cross. 

voices coming from the hallway fall deaf to your ears, your mind solely set on your sweet professor’s tongue. he moves his whole head, not just the muscle, and soon enough you’re guiding him just the way you like with the hand in his hair.

you can’t keep your hips still either, grinding into him every time you push him against you. and he lets you do it. he lets you do it all. 

Bucky isn’t ashamed to get on his knees, nor is he ashamed to let you use him for your own pleasure – despite the fact that it was his aching cock that got the two of you into his situation, he’s more than willing to forget about his own needs as long as he knows that you’re feeling good. 

he loves the way your brows furrow and he loves the way your chest rises and falls. he loves to watch beads of sweat form on your forehead and he loves to watch you try and muffle your moans. he loves the way your body keeps on twitching and he loves the way you keep clenching around him. and he fucking loves the way you taste.

his cock throbs under the layers of clothing, just begging to be set free but Bucky refuses to take his hands off of you.

he’d rather suffer from actual blue balls than to give you any less attention than you deserve. his boxers are ruined with his pre-cum, his balls full and heavy, as he gets off on the mere sight of you. he reckons he’s never been this fucking hard before, better yet this close to cumming untouched, and he’s sure you’ve actually bewitched him. not that he’s complaining though. 

you make him feel alive.

hell, he'd go to fucking war for your pretty little smile. when you give his roots a particularly rough tug, he knows you're close. so, he lets go of one of your thighs and brings it to your pussy instead; latching his lips around your sensitive clit, he sucks on the nub while lining up his two digits with your weeping hole.

the face you make when he pushes them in is fucking priceless - your lips part in a silent moan, your eyes screwing themselves shut as you approach your high.

using his middle and ring finger, the professor makes a wave-like motion inside you and suddenly there's a weird type of pressure building inside you, making your eyes shoot wide open again.

"ah! fuck- wait!" your broken whines are like music to his ears. "gonna- gonna make a mess!"

you paw at his head in a weak attempt of making him back away but to no avail, if anything he presses himself even closer - his fingers are so deep that they're touching places you didn't even know about and his lips are so soft and his tongue so warm and skilled and the band in your tummy gets tighter and tighter with every passing second.

Bucky takes his mouth off of you for only a fraction of a second. "make a mess then, doll, c'mon."

your glassy eyes meet his dark, lust-filled green ones and the determination pooling in them is the last push you need to finally unravel. your back arches off the chair and you can't hold back the loud moan that forces its way out from the depths of your lungs.

Bucky’s shirt gets completely soaked when you squirt all over him but he doesn't stop. the liquid seeps through the flimsy material and he can feel it on his skin, and fuck, is it hot.

a tear runs over the apple of your cheek and Bucky itches to kiss it away. your lip wobbles as you writhe in utter bliss, mind all hazy from the overstimulation.

as the wave of pleasure flows through you, the exhaustion finally settles in, making you drop your hand from his hair.

but before it can go any further, Bucky takes it into his. with his arm still under your thigh, he just presses it into your side and just keeps it there.

he helps you ride out your orgasm and the thought of not stopping, of going further, floods his brain - he wants to make you do that again, he wants you to make an even bigger mess but the clock on the wall behind you is clicking awfully close to his next class and he can't put either of you at any more risk.

hesitantly, he pulls his fingers out of you and tears his eyes from you to look at your abused hole. he groans at the sight of it and then he's already leaning forward to get one final taste. swallowing a whimper, you do your utmost best to stay still and to let him have his little reward.

he pushes himself off the ground, grinning from ear-to-ear with pride blooming in his chest as he looks at your disheveled form. biting your lip, you reach for him but are barely able to ghost your fingers over his bulge when he's stopping you.

"no, but...?"

Bucky’s lips smash against yours in a sloppy, haste kiss. and then he's pulling away again.

"Y'gonna suck me off while i give class, hm?" he teases while brushing some damp stray hairs from your forehead.

"i would."

Bucky’s heart stutters - no, it fucking stops working for a few good seconds. he stares at you with his lips parted and you get to watch in real time how the tips of his ears grow red again.

"don't- don't fuckin' say that." he grumbles at you, averting his gaze. "shit."

you laugh at his reaction but don't let him go away too far, tugging on his belt loops to bring him back. "yours or mine, professor?"

"mine, hm? i'll make ya something to eat."

cocking a brow you tease him a bit more, unable to let any of the opportunities go to waste. "like real food or...?"

he gives you a real professor-like look and you boop his nose. he lets you do as you wish but then he's wrapping his fingers around your wrist. "real food."

"okay."

"yeah?"

"yeah."

there's a moment of silence between you. the most comfortable kind. neither of you look away from each other's eyes, smitten and a bit giddy. excited.

"go change your shirt now, mister."

you poke a finger at his chest and almost cringe at the big wet stain you've given him. "wait, do you just have a change of clothes here with you?"

"no."

you cock a brow. "no?"

"Tony- i mean, mr. Stark, will bring me something."

"what the hell will you even tell him?"

"spilled my water." Bucky’s voice is calm as ever, deep and raspy, and all you want to do now after he's been so good to you, is to cuddle with him. "don't worry about it, doll, yeah?*

with a nod and a quiet hum, you comply. he leans to give you another kiss and an ass squeeze and then he's bidding you goodbye with a smug grin as you straighten out your clothes and collect your belongings before making your way out of his office.

you give him one last wave and disappear into the hallway, leaving Bucky standing there with a raging boner and a squirt-stained shirt.

he is not complaining.

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acquainted | b.b

pairing: bucky barnes x reader (based on tfatws)

summary: in which you and bucky don’t like each other very much, not until one afternoon when you two finally decided to get acquainted. (enemies to lovers)

word count: 3.5k

warnings: nsfw, 18+, oral (m receiving), loads of teasing, unprotected sex, bucky making you beg for it, cocky!bucky, 

a/n: hello! i am back with another bucky fic because i love him so much, he owns my heart and i absolutely love writing for him! i hope you enjoy this lovelies!

requests are open!

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Nine in the morning saw you padding down the hallways of the apartment, sighing as you glanced over to the coffee table, last night’s drinks were still stacked on the wooden table, meaning that he had probably stayed over.

Again.

You made your way to the kitchen, the smell of freshly made pancakes wafted through the air, making your mouth water, your stomach grumbling in anticipation as you walked in, not surprised to see Sam at the stove, pouring the batter into the pan.

“Morning sunshine” he greets with an award-winning smile as he turns to you, a grin on his face as he stacks the pancakes one on top of the other.

“Morning Chef” you joke, not being able to stop yourself from laughing with the man standing before you who had donned an Elsa apron which you vaguely remember the neighbour had given him.

“Shut up” Sam grumbled as you doubled over in laughter, clapping your hands as the peals seemed they would not stop anytime soon.

“You can just let it go” you said in a sing song voice, giggling when your best friend shot you a death glare as you mimicked the famous princess, much to his annoyance.

“That’s it, you’re not getting any pancakes”.

“Come on Sam, it was a joke” you protested as he feigned anger, his arms akimbo, the Elsa apron looking a little too small on his frame, you stifled your giggles as you pouted, giving him your infamous puppy dog eyes.

Eyes that you knew Sam could never say no to.

“No,”

“Please, I’ll do anything” that was partially true because Sam’s pancakes were to die for, literally, especially the chocolate flavoured ones.

“Anything?” Sam questioned, and you nodded confidently, knowing that the worse that could happen was you having dishwashing duties for a week.

“Bucky’s staying over for a few days-“

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Lakeside Lovers

18+, minors dni

Graphic smut

You're on a walk with Bucky after celebrating a successful mission, outdoor shenanigans ensue.

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You were never going to wear heels again, dammit.

Your feet throbbed painfully as you walked down the little dirt path behind the restaurant, your hand clasped in a larger, warmer palm.

"You okay, doll?" an amused chuckle came from your fiance.

Bucky had suggested taking a walk after you had gone out to dinner to celebrate yet another successful mission with the Avengers.

It had been a year since the battle between Steve and Tony happened and it had taken some time, but thankfully the team was able to flesh out all their issues.

The same could surprisingly also be said about the conflict with Tony and Bucky, once Tony finally accepted that Bucky had no control over his actions that led to the death of his parents. They were actually on decent terms, almost friends.

"I'm okay, Buck," you said, smiling over at him, refusing to give in to the ache that the black pumps you were wearing gave you. You wanted to look nice for him.

But unfortunately, Bucky know you like the back of his hand.

"Take your shoes off. I can tell they're bothering you. I'll carry them," Bucky offered, but you refused.

"I'm fine, seriously babe. Don't worry." a reassuring squeeze was given to him.

Between work and daily duties, you never really had an opportunity to dress up, and didn't know when you'd get to again.

Bucky cast a doubtful look but gave a, "Suit yourself," before you continued on.

It was a pretty night, the moonlight the only guide on your walk, and surprisingly there was nobody out there with you both.

There was a little lake with a small pier you both wanted to go to, and you knew it was only a bit further before you could sit and dip your feet in the water.

But when your ankle wobbled again a moment later, Bucky sighed.

"That's it," he huffed, before he quickly bent down and scooped you up, throwing you over his shoulder in a fireman hold.

"Bucky!" you squealed in surprise, fingers clutching his jacket.

You never would be used to his lighting quick reflexes.

"James Buchanan Barnes, put me down!" you said, squirming to try and free yourself, but a firm *slap* to your ass caused you to go quiet as you sucked in a breath.

Oh..

Bucky laughed as he carried you for a moment before he stopped.

There were a few benches by the lake, and he soon set you down on one before kneeling in front of you.

"I'm not gonna let you hurt yourself," he said, grabbing one of your ankles and pulling the heel off, carelessly throwing it behind him.

You protested, but he paid no mind as he did the same with the other one, before locking his arms around your thighs and pulling you to sit at the edge of the bench.

His lips landed on your left knee, left exposed by the short fabric of your dark green dress.

"You look beautiful all the time. And I don't want you in pain." he said, blue eyes looking up through long lashes.

Your heart swelled as it did every time he showed you care. You loved this man with your entire being.

Your fingers began to run through his hair, nails scratching at his scalp.

"I love you, Bucky," you said softly, and he grinned, before landing another kiss to your opposite knee.

"I love you too, doll. And since we're alone, maybe I can show you how much," he said, hands playing with the hem of your dress.

Your eyes were wide. You both were adventurous when it came to sex, but you had never done anything in public before.

Oh well. First time for everything.

"Come here," you said, pulling him to sit on the bench by you, your bodies turned to face each other.

You leaned in and wasted no time in kissing him, the whiskey from dinner still sweet on his lips.

The air was warm and the only sounds around you were the sounds of nature, crickets chirping while the water of the lake lapped at the shore.

It was honestly romantic, and you feel your need for him growing.

Your hands, which had started on his shoulders, soon began to trail down over the soft gray shirt he wore under his black blazer jacket.

It wasn't long before you hit the leather of his belt, and he rumbled against your lips as you began to undo it, the buckle clinking.

"I want to taste you, baby" you whispered against his lips, hand finding and undoing his button and zipper before dipping inside, feeling his hard length beneath the fabric of his underwear.

A grunt escaped him as you cupped him.

"Never gonna say no to that," he joked, causing a laugh to escape as you pulled him out, exposing his cock to the night air.

You never would stop being astounded at his size, and you always secretly wondered if the super soldier serum made...other parts superior as well.

You began stroking him, your thumb swiping at his tip now and again to spread the small head of precum, and Bucky's head leaned back, unable to handle the feeling.

That just gave you easy access, and you quickly leaned in, latching your lips to his neck to leave soft kisses, sucking at the crease where his neck met his shoulder before continuing down, down over his muscular torso and down to where he was exposed.

"Fucking hell," he growled as you let your tongue peek out to lick at him.

His hand came to rest on your back where you were bent over kneeling on the bench, and his breathing quickened as you hollowed your cheeks around his dick, sucking at the tip the way you knew he liked.

You could never get enough of his taste. You never really enjoyed giving head with previous partners, but you couldn't get enough of it with Bucky. You craved it sometimes, to be honest.

"Do you like it?" you pull away to ask, grinning up at his flushed cheeks as you let your tongue come out to play against the notch under his tip.

It caused his hips to jolt and he fisted the fabric of your dress, "You know I do," he huffed, his hand pulling the dress up from the back to expose your black thong. You don't usually go for this kind of underwear but you didn't want panty lines to show through the dress.

He certainly wasn't complaining as his hand came down to roam over your ass cheeks, jaw clenching as you got back to work on his cock, head bobbing as he began to play with you.

He grabbed the thin strap of the thong and moved it aside, causing you to let out a hum of anticipation around him as his warm fingers found your soaking slit from behind.

He ran his fingers up and down, up and down for a moment, cursing at how wet you were already.

A finger sunk in just a bit, causing you to shudder as he said, "I fucking love how easy you get wet for me, doll. You're such a good fucking girl."

The finger left, having just gathered some of the wetness and continued it's journey to where your clit was throbbing.

You couldn't help the moan you let out around him as he circled it, and the vibrations caused his thighs to tense.

The both of you continued, the only sounds besides nature being both of your staggering breaths and the sound of slick flesh.

Before too long though, Bucky couldn't take anymore, and he tangled the fingers of his free hand in your hair to pull you away, his other one three fingers deep in your cunt, his thumb continuing to strum at the little nub.

"I need to fuck you before I come, baby." he said breathlessly.

You nodded as you rose to your knees, dress still around your waist and thong pushed over.

He helped you climb onto his lap, hands gripping your hips with bruising strength, and you knew the next morning you would have his fingerprints on you.

You loved it.

Your arms slid to wrap around his neck as you leaned in to kiss him, both of you exchanging breaths as you began to sink down on him.

You had to go slow so you could adjust to his size, but before long, neither of you could stand it anymore.

His hands controlled the movement of your hips, his coming up to meet you as he fucked into you from below.

"Bucky, please," you whined, thighs shaking as you let him have full control.

Your head began to tilt back, the action causing you to push the breasts into his face.

He took the invitation, one hand leaving to pull the straps of your dress down, taking the top with it and exposing your breasts to the air, nipples perked and waiting for the lips that descended on them.

He loved your breasts, and never left them out any time you both were intimate.

His lips wrapped around one nipple as he fucked you, and you could help the small exhalations of "ah, ah, ah" that left you with each bout of stimulation you received.

Nobody had ever been able to please you like Bucky had, and he reveled in it.

Soon, you were both nearly at your end, Bucky's muscles wound up tight and you were moaning uncontrollably, head still tilted back as your fingers were tangled in his hand.

But there was one thing he needed before you finished.

His hand, the metal one, gently grasped your jaw, pulling you to make eye contact with him.

As soon as you gazes locked on each other, you came, shuddering with a moan as your pupils expanded, tears welling in your eyes at the pleasure.

Bucky couldn't take it anymore, and the wooden bench creaked beneath you both as he fucked into you, shivers of overstimulation wracking your body, before he came. You felt the flooding of his warmth in you, and you sighed in relief, leaning down to kiss him.

Moments passed as he softened within you, and you pulled away from his lips, leaning to rest your forehead against his shoulder as you both caught your breath.

"Well, shit," you said, voice a bit hoarse, "that's one hell of a way to celebrate a successful mission."

Bucky couldn't help but laugh. He didn't know what he did to deserve you. But he did know one thing.

He would never let you go.

need. want. pls.

I forgot to save the clip before answering the original ask but it was a man bragging about buying his wife diamonds every year. And of course Bucky would do the same.

Imagine you and Bucky at a charity gala being held in a luxury hotel. One of the men at the party makes a joke about how you must be costing Bucky a fortune because you're always wearing different necklaces and bracelets. His wife chimes in, an undeniably envious tint to her voice as she asks if Bucky actually buys you diamonds every year.

"Of course I get her something for every occasion. Diamonds. Emeralds. Sapphires." Bucky ticks off the list with a casual shrug, he loves buying you things so being generous is second nature to him.

Bucky wants you to have items as beautiful as you are. Or close to it because so far nothing he can get has been as stunning as you are to him.

Bucky picks the set of jewels based on his other gifts, he takes matching sets to another level. "She needs new jewelry to go with her new car," he says casually to the dismay of the stingy men around him, their wives glaring at them.

Bucky's blue eyes find you, a smirk pulls at his lips. He really, really loves buying you things. Gets off on spoiling you. "And what else is going to match her new heels?"

His gaze darkens as a memory replays in his mind, judging by the slight shiver making it's way down your body, you're remembering the same night he is.

You covered in diamonds. Wearing only the heels. His body, warm and heavy, on yours. Under you. On top of you. Bending you over. His large hands on your hips keeping you still. Moving you any way he pleases. You can hear his words in your ear, feel the deep rasp of his voice, praising you, telling you how beautiful you are, how perfect you are, how much he loves you, how good you are to him, for him.

"You take me perfectly "

"One more, just one."

"Just like that, that's it fuck you feel so good"

"That's my girl."

"As a matter of fact, I have some new pieces waiting for her upstairs. She can have them whenever she wants." His gaze never leaves yours, his hold on you unbreakable.

Just say the word and everything you want is yours Malyshka.

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him. he was written by a woman

Why do I find this sexy

reckless- b. barnes

pairings: bucky barnes x reader, platonic!sam wilson, platonic!natasha romanoff, platonic!steve rogers

warnings: mentions of injuries, descriptions of fighting, angry bucky, a horrible ending, i kind of really hate this

about: “the things i feel for her are unlike anything i’ve ever felt before.” for a sleepover!

i actually wrote another one with the same quote but i didn’t think it fit so i changed it (that one will be posted tomorrow or the day after so i can edit it)

you’re annoyingly reckless to a point where it gets dangerous.

he’s told you this a thousand times before but you don’t listen- aren’t listening at the moment.

he knows it’s ironic that he’s being reckless by not paying attention to what’s going on, too concentrated on you- even if you’ve told him countless times that you literally can’t die (to which he responds with a “you never know!” because, really do you?)- but he has a metal arm and sam, who’s been hovering around him like a vulture after noticing his lack of concentration.

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I- This is the only way i want to apologies from here on out. Esp from our captain 🫡

#steverogersmakesmypussythrob. #nowait #steverogersbythiswritermakesmypussythrob.

Tease Me, Take Me

Title: Tease Me, Take Me

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Female Reader

Summary:  Steve's been bossy all week, pushing you just a little too far- so you decide to push back. But teasing him quickly turns into something much more when he decides to remind you exactly who's in charge.

Word Count:  2.7K (I know I said they’d all be under 2k but this one.. well happened)

Warnings:  / Explicit Content /18+, Minors DNI, Smut, Unprotected Sex, Established relationship, Brat taming, Slight/softdom!Steve, dirty talk, mild restraint (hands held)

A/N: ‘just the tip’ Steve’s our last one!

Steve had been bossy all week- giving orders, correcting your form, acting like Captain America even in your most casual moments. But what really did it?

That morning at the gym.

"That’s too much, sweetheart. Can’t have my little lady hurting herself."

In front of everyone.

The way Sam smirked, the way Natasha gave you that pointed look, it burned hot in your chest. It was fine when Steve called you 'little lady' behind closed doors. After all, compared to him, you were. But in front of the others? No. No, no, no.

Now? You were going to teach him a lesson.

Steve was stretched out beneath you, broad back pressed against the headboard, hands resting at his sides, his body relaxed- for now. His big blue eyes flicked over your body as you settled in his lap, confidence rolling off him in waves. He thought this was going to be easy. He thought he knew how this would go. That you’d sink down onto him, take him nice and deep, let him roll you onto your back and fuck you into the mattress like he always did.

Oh, he had no idea.

You straddled him, your knees framing his thighs, feeling the heat of him pressing against your slick folds. His cock twitched as you rubbed yourself over him, dragging your wetness along his length, getting him nice and messy. Steve groaned, the sound deep and satisfied, his hands lifting from the sheets to grip your waist. "That’s it, sweetheart. You’re so ready for me, aren’t you?"

You hummed in agreement, letting your lips brush along his jaw as you shifted, rolling your hips until his thick tip caught at your entrance. "Oh, baby," you cooed, letting just the head push in, stretching you just enough to make your breath hitch. *"*You got her so soaked for you…"

Steve let out a deep groan, gripping your hips tighter, ready to guide you down onto him, but you pressed a firm hand to his chest, pushing him back into the pillows. Not yet.

You rocked against him, teasing, letting his tip slide in and out, feeling the way your body clenched down, desperate for more- but you weren’t going to give in that easily. Not when you had a point to make. His eyes stayed locked on yours, expectant, patient. He still thought he was getting what he wanted. What you both craved. 

You smirked, dragging your nails across his shoulders, watching the muscles in his chest tense beneath your touch. You let yourself sink down just enough to make him groan, your walls fluttering around his thick tip before you clenched intentionally, making him feel just how tightly you could hold him. Then, you lifted again, leaving him achingly empty.

"Oh no," you pouted dramatically, cocking your head in faux innocence. "I don’t think I can take all of you, Stevie… I mean, I am just such a 'little lady', right? Guess we’ll have to stay like this."

His growl was deep, low, frustrated, his hands twitching on the bedspread, itching to grab your hips and force you down onto him the way you both knew you could take it. His fingers flexed, chest heaving, his self-control hanging by a thread.

"Honey, please…" he groaned, sweat beading at his temples, his blue eyes dark with tension and something deeper- need, desperation, an ache that throbbed as you hovered above him, keeping him right on the edge without letting him have anything. “I said I was sorry. It was just a slip-up..”

You tsked, pressing a finger to his lips, enjoying the way his jaw clenched at the interruption. He had apologized over lunch, once he realized you’d been upset about the ‘little’ comment. Earnest and sweet, telling you he hadn’t meant to embarrass you, that it had just slipped out. But that didn’t mean he was getting off easy.

"Uh-uh. I don’t wanna argue with a big, strong man like you, Stevie..”

His nostrils flared as he sucked in a sharp breath, his fingers gripping the sheets instead of you. You watched the war play out on his face, the tension in his shoulders, the controlled restraint in the way he stayed still even as his body begged him to move. Muscles coiled tight, every inch of him on the brink of breaking. His cock pulsed against your entrance, leaking against your folds, desperate for more, for everything.

"You wouldn’t want me to hurt myself," you murmured, shifting just enough to make him gasp, feeling how desperately he wanted more. “Not after you made such a point of making sure I was careful today."

He let out a slow, controlled sigh through his nose, but you could see it- the tight clench of his jaw, the way his throat bobbed as he swallowed hard. His chest rose and fell in quick, uneven breaths, betraying just how much he was struggling. His hands trembled at his sides, fingers twitching, his veins standing out along his forearms as he gripped the sheets like they were the only thing keeping him from breaking completely. He was barely holding on.

"Sweetheart, if you don’t sit that pretty li- ass down- "

Your smirk widened, but before you could tease him again. 

"No can do, Captain."

You slid back up, slow and deliberate, grinding yourself along his length, letting his cock drag against your slick folds, smearing your arousal over him, making sure he felt every aching second of how much he'd worked you up. His cock twitched beneath you, straining for more, and you smirked, dragging yourself along his length again, never giving him what he really wanted. Just enough friction to drive him insane.

Steve groaned, head tipping back against the headboard, his fingers twitching in the sheets as he fought not to grab you. His restraint made it even better, watching him hold on when every muscle in his body was screaming for him to take control. You could feel the way he was pulsing, heavy and hot beneath you, his slick length gliding against your folds, teasing your clit with every slow movement.

"You like that, don't you, baby?" you murmured, rolling your hips again, dragging your heat along him. "Feeling how wet you got me... knowing you can't have me yet?"

Steve let out a sharp breath, his knuckles white against the sheets, his jaw clenching and unclenching as if he was physically forcing himself to stay still. You could feel it in the way his muscles tensed beneath your touch, in the way his thighs flexed under yours, in the way his cock twitched, hot and slick, as you coated him in your arousal.

You pressed a soft kiss to his jawline, your lips barely grazing his skin as you whispered, "Mmm... poor thing."

His restraint wavered. One hand lifted, hesitated in the air for just a second, before he gave in. His large, calloused palm landed on your hip, not gripping, not forcing- just guiding as he tried to coax you down onto him.

"Please, sweetheart," he ground out, voice thick with need. "Enough. Okay?"

You could hear it, the desperate edge creeping into his tone, the breaking point hovering just out of reach. His fingers tightened, his hips shifting up just slightly, just enough to feel you without taking what he wanted.

"I'm trying to be a gentleman here," he bit out, his control fraying, breath shuddering as he dragged you along his length, spreading your slick over every aching inch of him.

But you didn't relent. You kept your movements excruciatingly slow, letting yourself sink down just a little more before pulling back up, keeping him teetering on the edge without ever giving in. His breath hitched, his grip tightening, and you could feel the tension in his body- the push and pull between holding back and snapping.

"You feel that, Stevie?" you whispered, trying to keep control, but your voice wavered as your body clenched around his tip. "That's all you. You got me this wet, got me dripping all over you... and you’re not even inside me."

His cock throbbed beneath you, thick and aching, his self-control hanging by a thread. His chest heaved, his blue eyes dark and hooded with lust. But even through the haze of desperation, his lips curled into a smirk of his own now.

"You're such a little brat," he murmured, voice low and rough. "You're playing with fire, sweetheart. And you know it."

Then, with a frustrated noise, Steve let go of your hip entirely. His hands retreated up to his head, fingers threading into his own hair, nails scratching against his scalp as he exhaled sharply. His biceps flexed, elbows splaying out against the headboard as he forced himself to stay put, his entire body taut with restraint.

"Jesus Christ, you're killing me," he groaned, head tipping back, exposing the tight line of his throat. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Now can we please move past this?"

You let out a soft hum, trailing your fingers down his chest, feeling the way his muscles flexed beneath your touch. Then, with a wicked little smirk, you leaned in, lips grazing his ear as you whispered, "How do I know you're sorry?"

His breath hitched, his hands clenching into fists against the headboard before he forced them open, palms flattening as he exhaled a shaky breath. Steve’s smile changed- slow, knowing, cocky. You knew that look. That was the smile of a man who had just found a loophole. His whole body seemed to relax, the frustration rolling off him in waves as if he had finally figured out exactly how to turn the tables. The tension in his shoulders melted, replaced by something far more dangerous- certainty.

"If you won’t forgive me," he murmured, voice thick with heat and amusement, "I bet she will."

Before you could even process what he meant, his hands were on you. Not forcing, not demanding- authoritative. He collected your wrists, guiding them behind your back, holding them in one strong hand as he leaned in, lips pressing hot and firm against your throat.

The tip of his cock still sat right there, lodged just at your entrance, teasing, pulsing, waiting for you to finally give in. His breath fanned over your skin as he kissed along your neck, his free hand skimming down your side, teasing the curve of your waist, making you shiver under his touch.

Steve’s smirk deepened, his grip steady but teasing as he leaned in closer. "Bet I can think of all sorts of things to make her forgive me..."

His hand slid between your bodies, wrapping around himself as he pulled back, his thick, weeping tip slipping from your entrance only to drag slow and deliberate against your swollen clit. The slick pressure sent a shudder through you, heat curling low in your stomach as he rubbed against you, coating himself in your arousal some more, making sure you felt every aching second of it.

"You're not just being mean to me, sweetheart," he murmured, kissing along the side of your neck, his voice warm and indulgent, like he was enjoying this just as much as he would finally being inside you. "You're being mean by spoiling her fun, too."

Steve suddenly went quiet, his voice dropping into something lower, smoother- dangerous in its calm.

"Now," he murmured, his hand leaving the space between you to brush your hair back over your shoulder, fingers trailing lightly over your skin as he leaned in closer, lips ghosting over your ear. "Be my best girl and accept my apology."

His other hand slid down to your shoulder, his grip steady but unrelenting as he slowly pushed you down onto him, guiding you inch by inch, the silent command to take all of him.

Steve let out a deep groan, the tension that had coiled inside him finally snapping as he held you there, his fingers flexing against your skin. "That's it," he murmured, voice thick with satisfaction. "And you said I wouldn’t fit." The brat in you had been smoothed away, replaced with something softer, something pliant as more of him pushed deeper, your body yeilding. He could feel it in the way your body trembled around him, your breath coming in shallow gasps, your forehead dripping to his chest as you tried to adjust to the overwhelming fullness. He felt deep like this- so deep it knocked the air from your lungs, making you struggle to do anything but take it.

He exhaled slowly, savoring the way you clenched around him, the way your thighs trembled as you sank fully onto his lap. His hand letting go of your wrists to smoothed up your back, grounding, firm, but there was no teasing left in his voice now. Just something warm, possessive.

"That's better, isn't it, honey?" he murmured against your skin, his lips brushing the shell of your ear as he settled you deeper, like you hadn’t already taken all of him. "All full up. Just how we both like it."

One of his hands drifted back to your hips, fingers tightening, holding you there, keeping you seated on him even as your body twitched, adjusting to the sheer size of him. His grip flexed, steady, as he rocked his hips ever so slightly, just enough to remind you of exactly how deep he was buried inside you.

"Can you feel how sorry I am?" he murmured, his voice smooth, controlled, sinking into you like warmth spreading through your bones.

Then, he started to move you.

His hands guided you, tilting your hips, shifting you ever so slightly as the sensation overwhelmed you- lifting you just enough before sinking you back down, stretching you all over again. The feeling was intoxicating, unbearable in its depth, in the way he filled you so completely.

Then, he took more.

His grip tightened, fingers flexing against your hips, holding you exactly where he wanted as he rolled his hips upward, thrusting slow and deep, driving himself further inside you. The shift sent a shockwave through you, your breath catching, hands gripping onto his shoulders, but he didn’t let up.

"See, honey," he breathed against your ear, each thrust deliberate, sending pleasure curling up your spine, "I take real good care of my girl. Even when she’s being a handful."

"Yes, Captain," you whimpered, your voice breaking as Steve made you take everything he gave.. The pressure built, every movement teasing a spot so deep it left you gasping, helpless against the sensation. Your hands pressed to his chest, fighting against the pleasure threatening to consume you too fast. Steve hummed in satisfaction, feeling you melt into him, the last shreds of your resistance fading away.

"Now, that’s my best girl," he whispered, his lips brushing over your jaw. "So sweet for me now, aren't you? Such a perfect girl. You forgive me yet?" His grip on your hips tightened, slowing his movements until they were nothing more than a deep, teasing grind. "I can't let you come unless you forgive me."

A low whimper slipped from your lips, your nails pressing harder into his chest as your body clenched around him involuntarily.

"I forgive you," you gasped, voice breathless, desperate, finally giving in.

Steve groaned, the sound low and satisfied, like he'd been waiting for it. "Atta' girl."

His grip on your hips tightened as he took over completely, guiding you up and down in a steady, relentless rhythm, pulling you onto him in deep, fluid strokes. Each movement sent pleasure coiling tighter, your body surrendering fully to his control. 

“I- oh god, Steve- ” His pace quickened, your breathy moans breaking apart as he drove into you, keeping you exactly where he wanted. You couldn’t do anything but take it, your body trembling in his grasp as he worked you over that edge.

"That's it, honey. Fuck yes that's it." 

The tension snapped, pleasure ripping through you like a live wire, raw and uncontrollable. Your walls clamped tight around him, pulling him with you. Steve groaned, thrusting up hard, his grip bruising as he buried himself deep, his release spilling into you in thick, hot waves. 

His breathing was heavy, his forehead dropping against yours as the aftershocks rolled through you both, your bodies tangled together, spent and satisfied.

Steve let out a deep, satisfied chuckle, pressing a lazy kiss against your lips. "Now that- that was an apology, sweetheart."

Sam: Why is Bucky sitting on Steve's lap frowning?

Natasha: They got into an argument because Steve laughed at Bucky for tying his shoelaces the bunny ears way.

Sam: But they're holding hands?

Natasha: Bucky doesn't like it when they fight.

Bucky: *betrayed soldier noises*