Morning Sex || Stucky

𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩 - 𝐧𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭

warnings: smut, masturbation (f receiving), nomad steve rogers x reader, somnophilia, 18+ reader

summary: you wake up in the middle of the night and can’t fall back asleep, so you have steve help you…

a/n: do not steal my work, it’s all my own. 18+ only, minors do not interact!

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you awoke from your deep sleep with a sigh. a dream that you had forgotten right as you tried remembering it, was what had awakened you. you took a quick glance to your right, seeing the clock on your nightstand gleaming 3:38 A.M. looking to your left, you saw your boyfriend’s big figure, as he lay on his stomach. you could hear his soft breathing, in and out. seeing him so peaceful made you feel guilty.

because you weren’t feeling so peaceful. seeing steve and his shirtless figure gave you butterflies. god he was sexy. you turned to your side and ran your hand softly up and down his broad back. his skin felt warm under your touch. a mischievous smile suddenly formed on your lips as you thought of the naughtiest plan you could at 3 in the morning.

you made sure steve wasn’t looking towards you, not that it mattered, but his head was turned to the opposite side of the bed. you peeked under the covers to search for his left hand, and carefully lifted it from under the sheets to grasp it under your own. his hand felt heavy in your palm, and you turned it ever so slowly as to not wake him up. you held it under your own left hand and let it run over your stomach to rest on top of your clothed mound.

you lifted the waistband the pair of boxers you wore to bed, (courtesy of steve’s underwear drawer), and slid his hand the rest of the way down. this was downright dirty, and whether steve woke up from this or not didn’t seem to bother you.

with your hand still placed perfectly on top of his, you used his middle finger to pump in and out of your entrance. almost as if you were playing the piano, in this case you were the piano, and your hand was helping to teach him how to play it.

“fuck” you whispered, still acknowledging that he was asleep.

steve was stirring a bit, his legs shifting underneath the blankets.

you suddenly felt the coil in your stomach beginning to form.

steve made a noise in his sleep, but you were too focused on dealing with your own pleasure to notice.

“what are you doing baby?” his hoarse voice whispered to you.

“i woke up and couldn’t go back to sleep, so i thought you’d help me tire out” you whispered back.

“all you had to do was ask” he replied, and you could see his cocky grin in the moonlight.

he removed his fingers for a quick second so he could prop himself up and take care of you the right way. with his right elbow holding him up he focused on your eyes as his middle and ring finger began to go to work.

he pumped them in and out, praising you for being a good girl as he finished you off.

“tell me what you want baby” steve said as he noticed you trying to hold in your moans

“use your words, i know you can”

“faster steve please” you moaned out, staring into his beautiful blue eyes.

he began to work at you faster until you began to come undone beneath him.

“there you go sweetheart, i got you” he praised, as he continued to get you through your high.

steve’s fingers slowed down retreating from your body, and he brought them up to his own mouth. he licked them clean as he fixed your shorts back up. steve pulled you close and snuggled into your body, knowing you were already drifting off.

“i love you honey” you whispered.

“i love you too sweetheart” he whispered back, giving a quick kiss to your forehead as you both fell back asleep in each other’s arms.

Sweet

pairing: bucky x fem!reader

warnings: 18+, NSFW, mentions of pregnancy, lactation kink, boobies, established relationship (bucky x reader), lmk if there’s more.

ermmmm idk how like the spacing on tumblr works but it makes me wanna start throwing up and crying, i’m sorry if it bothers u trust me i’m just as annoyed

(gif not mine!)

Sitting at the table with all your friends at another one of Tony’s parties was nice. It was both yours and Bucky’s first ever party since having a child a few months ago. The parties continued in your absence but were obviously no longer a priority for you or Bucky now that you had a bundle of life to care for.

This one, however, was quite special. It was Tony’s birthday.

Lavish as ever, the party consisted of a three course meal. You almost wished you were pregnant again so as to not feel guilty for eating so much, but once you saw that everyone was pretty much in the same boat, you no longer cared.

Not only was this the first party since having your baby, it was also really the first time leaving her alone in general. Of course, she wasn’t alone alone. She was being baby-sat by Sam’s sister, Sarah. You both had your worries about leaving her alone, whether it was Sarah, Steve, or even Queen Elizabeth, you just worried.

You missed her dearly as well. Right about now, she’d be getting ready for bed, probably still full of energy with her father trying desperately to tire her out, but was probably only fuelling her even more.

Snapping you out of your thoughts was the sudden ache in your boobs that came and went every now and then due to your pregnancy. The pain was bearable at times, but it was when you started leaking that it was a problem… such as now.

With Bucky and the rest of your friends all engrossed in some story Steve was telling, you quietly stood from your chair and excused yourself to the bathroom.

Bucky gave you a look of slight concern- something he had grown accustomed to ever since you fell pregnant- but your hand caressing his shoulder told him not to worry.

Even though, he probably should.

The walk to the bathroom only seemed to worsen the pain, every step just making it worse. As soon as you shut the door to the private bathroom, you locked it before pulling your tits completely out of the confines of your dress.

“Oh, God.” You groaned at the pain. They had noticeably swelled and were just aching to be… milked. Grabbing a few paper towels from the dispenser, you dabbed around your nipples to get rid of the wetness.

You knew it was no use, seeing as they just started leaking again and would probably continue to do so until you could probably pump them.

You debated stuffing toilet paper down your dress and over your nipples but knew it would probably show through the dress and also need changing every few minutes. And besides, the pain was only getting worse.

The party hadn’t even really started yet. You hadn’t even sung happy birthday to Tony yet or cut the cake. He probably wouldn’t care if you or Bucky left, but you want some of that damn cake because you know it’ll be the best damn cake you’ll ever eat until Tony’s next party- you couldn’t wait that long.

Opting for your last resort, you pulled up your phone and flicked Bucky a message.

‘Help, please 😥 Bathroom.’

The use of the emoji would let him know that you weren’t in immediate danger- which you had mistakenly worried him for once before. Bucky had thought you were in serious trouble once when you had sent an ‘SOS 😰’ message while at a different party. He had freaked out not knowing where you were or what had happened. When he found you, you were fine and just wanted to leave the party. He was a little angry with you for getting him so worried, to which you defended yourself with ‘Buck, if I have enough time to search for and choose an emoji, I’m not in danger’.

The knock of the bathroom door, followed by Bucky’s soft, “Honey?” Caused you to momentarily pull your dress back up and at least make yourself decent before opening the door and pulling him in, shutting it behind him and locking it.

He looked at you worriedly, but raised his brows once you had pulled your dress back down.

“I don’t have my pump and they hurt so bad.” You quickly explain, resting your head against his shoulder tiredly.

“O-okay, what should I do?” He asked, not quite knowing what exactly to do in this current predicament, “You can’t like just squeeze it out into the sink?”

“It hurts when I squeeze it out like that.” You sighed. You knew what could solve this issue immediately. You knew from the moment you walked into the bathroom and saw how swollen they had gotten. Taking your head off Bucky’s shoulder, you ran your hands down his chest, straightening his lapels out of nervousness for what you were about to ask. “I need you to-“ You looked up at him now, “To suck on them.”

He opened his mouth to speak as he looked over you, but no words came out.

Instead, he guided you to sit atop the counter, helping you up in the process, as he became level with your tits.

He was obviously no stranger to your boobs. You had a child for Christs Sake. But you still felt oddly foreign to this kind of intimacy.

All your thoughts had washed away when Bucky had closed his mouth around your left nipple (the one he knew you despised). He was cupping both so delicately as to not hurt you, but you shut your eyes in pure bliss as you felt the release and the pain slowly dissipate.

Running your hand through his long strands, you massaged his scalp gratefully as he finished up on the left side.

“Compliments to the chef.” He said, wiping his mouth and you gave him a hazy smile, trying not to give in and laugh at his stupid comment, “It’s actually really good. It’s like sweet.”

“Shut up and keep going.” You shook your head with a smile. You were still in pain from your right boob and you wanted it gone immediately now that your left was satisfied, “It feels so nice not having teeth sinking into them for once.” You noted as he softly sucked where’s your baby would, unknowingly of course, use both her gums and now her gradual teeth on you. You should never had said this though, because Bucky thought it would be funny to softly bite down on your nipple, causing you to jolt and accidentally tug on his hair, “Ow!”

He continued sucking until he felt you fully relaxed in his hold. He knew your body like that.

“Better?” He asked as he pulled away, grabbing a paper towel to wipe you down.

You nodded, leaning back against the mirror as he cleaned you up, “Thank you.”

“Anything for my girls.” He places a kiss to both of them before pulling your dress back up to cover them.

Well, there was one thing you knew for sure. You had married the right one.

Oh and also, maybe to always carry a pump with you. Just in case Bucky’s not there.

*+ Epilogue +*

After the incident in the bathroom, you and Bucky had since settled back at your table, still awaiting the cake as Tony went off mingling.

Besides, everyone needed some time to make space in their stomachs for more food.

“Drink?” Bucky asked you, standing up out of his chair.

You looked up at him and around all the other men who had seemed to be standing and taking drink orders.

“Just a refill?” You asked, offering your empty glass to him. Though you were no longer pregnant, you didn’t really feel like drinking and instead opted for raspberry lemonade. Taking your glass, not missing the knowing glance he sent your way, he and the guys fled to the bar to fetch more drinks, leaving you and the rest of the girls at the table.

You kept to yourself as the others talked, admiring your husbands suit for the night as he ordered the drinks.

Only, you were so immersed in the back of his head and ass that you barely even realised that your table had gone silent and almost everyone was looking at you.

“You two are disgusting.” Natasha spoke, breaking you out of your thoughts. Though her words sounded spiteful, the smile on her- and everyone else’s- face said otherwise.

You were utterly confused.

“What?” You ask genuinely. Slightly panicking that you had unknowingly orgasmed at the sight of your husband or something.

Natasha scoffs as Wanda, Maria and Carol smile harder, “You leave the table with your boobs a double D cup, come back a D. And Bucky won’t stop licking his lips and staring at your tits.”

Fuck.

“Fuckin’ trained assassin.” You shook your head in disbelief that she had figured you out purely based off of the size of your tits and Bucky’s not-so subtle behaviour. “I didn’t have my pump.” You defend to the rest of them, but they all just playfully roll their eyes. “Well when one of you have a baby and start leaking on your favourite dress at a big party, don’t expect me to offer my pump.”

“Are you referring to an actual pump or Bucky?”

*

my first ever fic, pls leave feedback or requests!

Doll Masterlist

Doll

Stucky x Reader

Bodyguard AU

Summary: Your father hires two men to watch over you when his business becomes dangerous. You have no idea that your new bodyguards will change your life forever.

Chapters:

Part 1 - The beginning -  You are full of surprises, and your new bodyguards don’t know what to think about you.

Part 2 - Going for a ride - You and your bodyguards get to know each other better.

+Puppy love -  Just a pleasant day at the shelter.

+Day off -  You entertain your guards even on their day off.

+Party -  You are tired of parties and fake smiles.

Part 3 - Too far -  You went too far this time.

Part 4 - Punishment -  Your bodyguards teach you a lesson. /+18

Part 5 - Deal -  You talk with your bodyguards about what happened.

+First Date -  Your date makes an unexpected turn. /+18

Part 6 - Cabin in the woods -  You and your bodyguards getaway for the weekend.

+Home - You are getting tired of your life.

Part 7 - Now or never  - You are ready to do something for yourself even if you have to say goodbye to people you love.

+A beginning - The life is full of surprises.

A Fine Line*

Pairings: Reader x Steve Rogers Summary: Steve doesn’t know when the friendship became something more, but now you’re in front of him, dripping with need and the rain has come for you both. A/N: NSFW Sex-Pollen, Super-Soldier, Super-Smut!! Angst at the end. Warnings: Dub-con. Hurt. Twist at the end please don’t read this if you are unsure of any of these warnings.

Tony quirks an eyebrow over to your spot at the conference table when he walks in. You’re there early, hands over your lap, legs crossed underneath. It’s quite a sight, he thinks, coming from a woman who can hardly be bothered to exit a burning building.

It’s eight-thirty. The fact that you are the first to be in the conference room raises all his red flags. He tugs his lavender glasses up and down his nose bridge just to make sure he’s not hallucinating. The frown he sports stretches lower until it melts into his well-groomed beard.

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Babies

Summary: Sebastian gets a moment alone with the baby.

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Wife!Reader

Sebastian had just taken out the trash as he’s pretty sure you won’t be leaving the penthouse anytime soon. With a new baby and a somewhat traumatic experience with the birth, you’re perfectly fine with camping out at home for awhile.

He came into the bedroom to see you’re already out. The baby is on the bed with you in the middle and a pillow on the other side of him. Sebastian kicked off his shoes and shed off his jacket. He came over and carefully crawled onto the bed towards his son.

“Hi, little bear,” he whispered softly.

The baby blinked and looked up at his father. It made Sebastian smile so wide. He kissed his son’s cheek and lowered himself down. Sebastian kept himself propped up on his elbows.

“You got Mama’s cheeks,” he whispered to the little one. “And my chin.”

His son cooed and Sebastian shushed him looking at you stir slightly.

“We can’t wake up Mama,” he whispered getting back on his knees.

Sebastian carefully slid his right hand under his son’s head and slid his left under his little back. He lifted the little one up and rose up to sit back on his heels. Sebastian couldn’t help but press kisses to his little man’s cheeks.

“Seb,” you mumbled into your pillow.

“Yes?” Sebastian said holding the newborn to his chest protectively.

Your hand reached out to touch your baby that should be laying beside. Sebastian watched as you have a moment of panic. Your eyes shot open and you see that your husband has your baby boy.

“You guys look really cute,” you said.

Your husband laughed off the compliment but he’s blushing.

“I really like this— being a dad,” he admitted.

“I know you do,” you smiled.

Daddy said…-Stucky fic

warnings; no plot just smut, praising, p in v (bucky and reader), double penetration, masterbation (Steve watches), dirty talk, mention of multiple orgasms, squirting, headspace, daddy kink (daddy is bucky; dada is steve.) steve x bucky x reader 

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THE EVE OF A CRUEL ANGEL'S THESIS MASTERLIST

In one of the biggest cases of treason faced by the biggest mobsters in America, Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes had to make sacrifices to keep their empire, chosing it over you.

Ten years later, you were back and it was only fair for you to get you share of the cake you'd help make.

This tower was built on your grave and you'd either be taking it for yourself, or you'd watch it burn. Only fate would decide on that.

after you kill me my loves... bury me in a pile of salt fresh from the sea and never seek for me again.

because the moment you turn around, looking for the woman you once loved unconditionally, this woman will be replaced by the ghost of her.

and she will have a gun pointed to your head.

CHAPTER 1 : THE THREAT OF THE HURRICANE

CHAPTER 2 : THE CLICHE OF THE DECEASED WIFE

CHAPTER 3 : A GAME OF CHESS

(devider by @firefly-graphics)

Hi 🥰

Could I request a hurt/comfort and smut story with Bucky including lactation kink/breast play.

Thank you 💛🦁

─── 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 | 𝐛.𝐛 ───

pairing: husband!bucky x fem!reader

warnings: smut {breast play, lactation kink, soft breeding kink, fingering, slight pussyjob, unprotected sex, dirty talk, use of the word daddy but moreso for teasing not as a kink}, description of reader’s body {swollen breasts, post-partum physicality}, insecurities, implied body dysmorphia, comforting fluff {we all deserve a partner like bucky}

writer’s notes: it’s been a minute since i wrote something with such filth, but this was a lot of fun to indulge in! it’s not super long but i hope you still enjoy. thank you for sending in this request, lovely <3

eighteen plus only — by choosing to ‘keep reading’, you are agreeing that you are eighteen years old and over. do not interact with this story if you are a minor.

“There you are, sweetheart.” Bucky sounds from the doorway; voice gentle as he crosses the threshold. “I was wonderin’ where you ran off to.”

Turning away from the mirror, your hands are still warm against your stomach; fingers caressing the sunken skin timidly.

A look of understanding flashes across his face; empathy reflecting in his eyes as he notices your reluctant smile. “What’s goin’ on? Do you want to talk about it?”

Shaking your head, you melt in his arms as they wrap around you; pulling you into his chest. “Not right now, Buck.”

“Okay,” he whispers against your hair. “That’s okay, honey.”

If there was one thing you would always be grateful for, it was the way Bucky trusted your sentiments — knowing that when you were ready, you’d open up. Just as he did with you.

Still, he can’t help the worry that clouds his thoughts. The birth of your son, Georgie, had taken a lot out of you — it was a complicated pregnancy and post-partum hadn’t been any easier.

Although your baby was healthy; a sweet little boy that had your kind eyes and Bucky’s gummy smile — he wasn’t nearly as settled at home as he was those first nights in the hospital.

When you’d gone for his six week appointment, the Doctors had informed you of Colic and how it could be affecting Georgie. You were both grateful for the knowledge, learning how to navigate a routine that would help him calm. It’d been four weeks since then, and the two of you had persevered as best as you could; working through the ever constant changes as a unit.

However, it meant that other issues were going unspoken. A prominent one, for you, being that you hadn’t been feeling very comfortable in your own skin.

It wasn’t the stretch marks, no. Those were a natural, beautiful reminder that you’d given your baby boy a home to grow in. But, it was almost as if you were living in a stranger’s body — barely recognisable to your own mind as you stared in the mirror.

These were emotions that you hadn’t anticipated — either everyone you knew hadn’t gone through a similar experience, or they lied. And attempting to manage these new feelings was proving to be much more difficult than you could have ever imagined.

But you were trying; pushing through the darkness that threatened to take over. There was an appointment circled on the calendar with a counsellor for next week, and you’d been more open to seeing your friends for lunch dates as an opportunity to get out of the house more.

Still, it was a work in progress. One that your husband was honoured to hold your hand in.

“C’mere.” Bucky’s guides you towards the bed, hands slipping under your negligee. “‘S been a while since we’ve had some time to ourselves, hasn’t it, sweetheart?”

Softly, your fingers glide through his brunette tresses; happy that he had decided to grow it out again.

Bucky’s lips descend upon your neck; the feeling of his stubble against the sensitive skin making you sigh. “Missed bein’ like this with you,” he says. “Bein’ able to touch my gorgeous wife.”

“Smooth talker,” you tease; already feeling your worries ease with the way he was comforting you. Cupping his jaw in your palms, you bring his mouth to yours. “I missed you too, honey.”

After the cesarean, you’d been taking it easy. Not because you felt as though you had to, but moreso because of Bucky’s overprotective nature. Besides holding your son, your husband hadn’t let you lift a single finger, “Need you healthy and happy, Mama. That means rest.”

However, that also meant the two of you hadn’t been intimate in months. And though it wasn’t mentioned, you knew how important physical touch was for him and that this change was just as difficult for Bucky, as it was for you.

The hem of the lace ascends from your body, your husband’s hands pulling it off in one go. You don’t have time to think about covering yourself, not as Bucky praises you. “You’re so beautiful, sweetheart. Can’t believe how lucky I am.”

He towers over you, gently pushing you so that your back meets the plush mattress. Your legs are spread wide; opening for him to settle between after removing his clothes.

Fingers trail down your neck, sliding between the valley of your breasts. At the sensation of his metal appendage pinching your pert bud; your back arches as you gasp his name — a plea for more.

“Look’it that, honey.” His voice oozes like a saccharine caramel, filling your senses with complete and utter delight.

Milk flows from your nipple, causing a line to trail down. Bucky wastes no time chasing it with his tongue, humming a pleased sound as he does. “Taste so sweet.”

Bucky was hot and heavy against your centre, leaking as his hips slowly began to move, pulsing through your folds as he gently suckled. He moaned deeply as you tugged on his locks, pressing your chest into his mouth further as it eased some of the weight you felt in your breast.

“Oh my god,” you whine; head thrown back against the pillows. “Just like that, Buck. Feels s’good!”

Thrumming with pride, Bucky massaged your breasts; cradling the swollen globes as he was encouraged by your heady moans. The milky liquid descends, and your cunt clenches around nothing at the sight of your husband so enthralled by it.

His pupils were blown to obsidian, too enamoured with the way you’d started grinding back against his length. Coating his cock in your slick as he glided between your puffy folds. He could feel his balls growing heavier with each swipe; getting more desperate with each mewel that left your throat.

It was spilling past his lips as he hungrily swallowed the nectar, flicking his eyes to your heaving chest once more before he pulled back. Bucky’s hand moves to grip your chin, forcing you to look at him. “You’re perfect, y’know that?” He growls, licking his lips. “Remember the first time we did that? You were so shy, so cute about it. Now you beg for it, get needy for it, don’t ya?”

“Yes! God, Bucky, I love it.” Your tongues meet sensually, whimpering as he steals any sanity you had left. “I love you.”

He grins, bright and wide before kissing you again. “I love you, so much, sweetheart. Gave me everything I never thought I could have.”

The moment is sweet, butterflies erupting as he gazed at you as though it was the first time.

“And I have to admit…” his tone is teasing; mouth sucking bruises into your neck. “Seein’ you with our son makes me think about it even more. How I can’t wait to grow our family… how beautiful you look when you’re pregnant, swollen with our child inside.”

“Buck…” your voice is wispy, breathless. “Thought we were gonna wait awhile before the next one.”

His chuckle vibrates your body, “I know, I know. I shouldn’t even mention it.” The feeling of his tender palm against your stomach has your gut twisting; memories of how he’d cherished you throughout your entire pregnancy flittering through your mind. “Jus’ can’t help myself when you’re under me. How badly I want to fill you up, make you stay on my cock all night so it takes.”

“Y-you can’t just say things like that,” you giggle. Though your legs tighten around his waist.

“No?” He smirks against your cheek; knowing you so well. “But weren’t you the one that begged me for it, sweetheart? Wanted to be full of me, you never let me leave this sweet cunt when we had the chance.”

It takes you by surprise when two fingers trace your soaping entrance, not wasting anytime before they enter; curling against that spongy patch that had you crying out.

“So wet for me, honey. Little hole is just beggin’ for it, ain’t she?”

He does it on purpose, the way his wedding ring is pressed against your centre with each searing thrust. You’d told him once how it’d turned you on, and he’d been using it against you ever since.

“Need you to come for me first, if you want to take my cock, sweetheart. Show me how bad you want it, how you need it.”

The raspy, gravelly growl of his voice is your undoing. Your fingers find his shoulders, creating mini crescents as you dig them into his skin; keening as he pulls you through it, not stopping his ministrations until your body is quivering, hiccups escaping as he hushes you.

“So pretty when you let yourself go for me, oh look at that…” Bucky brings his fingers to his mouth, your juices glistening as he licks them clean. “Like peaches, sweetheart.”

If you weren’t so overcome with desire, you’d laugh at the absurdity. “C’mon, daddy.” Your hands migrate to the sides of his face, bringing him in close. “Fuck me.”

The praising title shoots straight to his groin; groaning as he drops his forehead to yours. “I’m married to a minx.”

“You love it.”

And yeah, he really does.

Guiding his length to your waiting entrance, he sinks in slowly; both of you moaning at the way your channel welcomes him in, walls gripping his cock snug as his pelvis becomes flush with yours.

Bucky’s grip moves to the space your hips meet your thighs, curling them around for leverage as he begins moving. Long, languid strokes leave you meweling, and you wrap your fingers around Bucky’s wrists as you encourage him to go deeper.

“Hear that, sweetheart? So wet for me, aren’t you? Just askin’ to be bred.” He hums contemplative before grabbing your hands and pinning them above your head.

Interlocking your fingers with his, the two of you share a heated kiss, panting into each other’s mouths as his pace quickens. “God, you’re so thick, so deep inside.”

“I know, I know,” he whispers; ghosting over your ear. “But you take it so well, don’t you? Were made to take me.”

“Yes! Yeah, Buck. For you, all for you!” You’re rambling, unable to make coherent sentences when all you can focus on is the feeling of his girth splitting you open.

Letting go of your hands, his descend your body; the wedding ring is cool against your throat, barely pressing down. But he keeps it there, holding onto you in a way that binds your trust.

Metal finds your swollen breasts, fiddling with them on his way down to your creamy, sensitive core. “You gonna cum for me, sweetheart?” He asks. “Can feel that pretty cunt cryin’ for it.”

With each deep pump of his cock nudging your cervix, your cunt begins to constrict as your orgasm builds. “Yes! Bucky, fuck. I’m so close,” you sob. “Fuck me s’good, fill me up so well, oh my god!”

“Go on, honey.” He encourages, spitting onto his fingers as draws circles on your bundle of nerves. “Make a mess all over my cock, and I promise I’ll fill you up.” Bucky leans closer, forcing you to look at him. “Maybe this’ll get you knocked up again, hm? Just so needy for my cock inside of ya, always wantin’ to be filled with my seed.”

It feels like you’re burning; body thriving as molten lava courses through your veins at the implication. You’re mindless, completely under the spell of Bucky’s words as he spits utter filth.

“That’s right, ain’t it, honey? You wanna be nothin’ but a used leaking mess, just a tight cunt for me to pump into.”

Your orgasm is shattering; ripping through you as your walls suffocate his cock, moaning incoherently as your juices squirt over his lower half.

“Fuckin’ hell, sweetheart, so good for me. That’s it, keep comin’ on my cock.” Bucky husks, his thrusts getting sloppy as he feels his own release impending. “‘M gonna fill up this hot cunt, stay plugged inside of you so we make sure it takes. You’re gonna look so beautiful, all filled out and glowing. Shit, take it— fucking take my come, that’s it, sweetheart.”

Warmth floods your channel, his seed oozing from your abused hole as his cock throbs with each pump. His hips slow to a small grind, spending his last droplets until coming to an end.

Focusing on the sight in front of you, a sense of content falls over you as you’re greeted with an adoring husband. “How you feeling, sweetheart?”

A giggle bubbles in your throat as you notice his gummy grin. “Like I need to go get Plan B.”

What you expect is for Bucky to laugh with you, but the tender expression on his face has worry begin to fester. “Would it be so bad?” he wonders; features soft and lax as he traces his index over your cheek. “To have another baby…”

“Of course not, Buck… but Georgie’s barely five months and I want us to enjoy this time with him before worrying about another little one.” The words aren’t meant to be harsh, completely the opposite — the thought of what you’re family could be settles a fondness deep within your chest. But there was still so much you wanted to experience, and you knew now wasn’t the right time.

Bucky see’s it on your face; reads you knowingly as he mulls over your explaination. “Sorry, I think I just got caught up…”

Your smile is small, kind. “It’s okay, baby. I love knowing that you imagine our future, and I can’t wait until this house is nothing but noise.”

“I love you.” It’s not said to be distracting, but because Bucky can’t think of a sentence more perfect than that. You’d given him everything — things he’d never thought possible, and you’d done it all with a tender heart.

Finding his hand, you bring it to your lips as you promise, “Always.”

can you do

17

65

85 with jj

where u want to have sex on the couch but y’all’s friends are there hanging out so u guys have an idea to cockwarm

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Pairings: JJ Maybank x reader

Prompts:

17: “No panties?”

65: “I never knew my girl was so kinky.”

85: “I told you to stay still.”

Word count: 1.1k

Warnings: smut, swearing, drinking, fingering, cockwarming

You were cuddled up with JJ on the couch, hanging out with Kie and Pope. John B and Sarah went out for the night. You guys were drinking and sharing stories, reminiscing about old times. Which was the norm for a Saturday night.

You had your legs draped over JJs and a blanket was covering you two. His hand was on your thigh and it was completely innocent but you couldn't get the naughty thoughts out of your mind. Pope was giving a detailed memory of how he met Kie as she kept interrupting him, swearing it went down another way.

You chuckled at them as they continued their now heated debate. You placed your hand on top of JJ's and just as he went to take a sip of his beer, you slid his hand under your skirt and he nearly choked when he felt your bare pussy against his hand. He glanced at you with a smirk on his face when he pulled his beer away.

"Kie, you brought more beer didn't you?" You asked as you finished off your bottle.

"No panties? Are you trying to kill me baby?" He leaned over and whispered in your ear not really expecting an answer and you had to suppress your moans when he started tracing slow circles on your clit. "Is that what you wanted, princess? Wanted my attention?" You nodded your head and tried to steady your breathing. You looked over at Kie and Pope, who were thankfully still in the middle of their argument. You had a plan.

"Oh yeah, let me go grab them." She stood up and headed towards the kitchen.

"Hold on, I'll help." You grinned to yourself as you watched Pope follow her like a lost puppy, like you were counting on him to do. You heard them continuing their debacle in the kitchen and the second you knew it was safe, you left out a moan against JJ's neck as he kept toying with your clit. You moved your hand to start palming him through his shorts.

"You have no idea how bad I want to fuck you right now." He groaned. His dirty words and his delicate work with his fingers had you clenching around nothing. You wanted him bad too. Your fingers started to undo the buttons on his shorts.

"Let me warm you." He furrowed his brows at you.

"Come on J." You pleaded and batted your lashes at him. He signed heavily.

"I never knew my girl was so kinky." He teased as he pulled his fingers out of your skirt.

"Okay but you have to promise me you're gonna stay still." You eagerly nodded. "I'm serious Y/N."

"I know baby, I promise. Now hurry up." You still heard Kie and Pope in the kitchen but knew they'd be back any second. JJ pulled his hard cock out of his shorts and helped you position yourself over him. You were so wet that he slid into you with ease. You both let out simultaneous moans and he couldn't help but move your hair out of his way so he could place open mouthed kisses on your neck. You whined out and started involuntarily rolling your hips.

"Baby, fuck." He groaned out and had to wrap his arms around you to stop you from moving. Pope and Kie re enter the room, making you and JJ quickly snap out of your pleasure. Kie handed you both another beer.

"Thanks." She sunk back in her chair across the room and unsurprisingly continued her fight with Pope. They were paying you and JJ no attention. You could get away with it if you really wanted to. And you honestly didn't realize how hard it was going to be to hold back.

You turned your head to the side and attached your lips to JJ's giving him a gentle kiss. He smiled sweetly at you and you both took drinks of your beer. You placed your hands over his and as slow as you possibly could, you rolled your hips. JJ's fingers quickly tightened his grip on your hips, trying to get you to stop your devilish movements as he let out a moan into your ear.

Nearly twenty minutes went by when Pope finally gave up against Kie and they decided to call it a night. You and J watched patiently as they gathered their belongings and started heading towards the door.

"God damn it Y/N, I told you to stay still." His raspy voice only added to your aching need to bounce on his cock. Pope and Kie were still clueless as you continued moving your hips. JJ could really stop you if he wanted to, but he didn't. Instead his fingers slid back under your skirt to find your clit again and you nearly cried out. He wasn't going to make this easy for you. He wanted to torture you for not listening but really it was torture for him too. All he wanted was to hear the pretty noises fall from your lips. The noises that you were doing a good job suppressing.

"Bye guys, see you tomorrow." You held your breath as they disappeared from the chateau. The door closed and JJ wrapped his hand around your throat, squeezing tightly.

"You'd be in so much trouble right now if you didn't feel so fucking good princess." He quickly released his grip and his hands fell to your tits, groping them as he started to help you bounce backwards on his cock.

"Fuck, JJ." You whined out as he went back to attacking your neck, sliding one hand back down to your clit.

"That's it baby, let me hear you. It's just us now." You were so worked up from all the foreplay, you were already clenching around him. His name continuously fell from your lips as you fell back into his chest. His cock started to twitch inside of you as your walls pulsated around him. "I'm gonna cum." He let out in a breathless whisper and you turned to kiss him. His cum shot deep inside of you as he moaned into your mouth. He held you tightly as you both came down.

"I'm sorry baby, I just couldn't help it." You apologize, hoping he wasn't going to be upset as you lift off of him.

"It's okay, beautiful, it was fun." He says as he kisses your forehead. You sink back into his arms as you guys end the night falling asleep on the couch.

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