One of Bucky's Many Wives

He followed every step you took until your hips hit the counter, and groaned when you teasingly swayed your hips making you giggle.

“What?” You chuckled breathlessly at his gentle but firm grip on your waist, always mindful of his strength.

“You sweet, sweet minx.”

Clark noses at the crook of your neck but inhaling your scent only made him harden further.

“Love,” Clark chuckles when you feigned ignorance, humming questioningly at him when you reached for your toothbrush. Only for it to clatter on the counter when he spun you around. Your body grew warm at the smile stretching across his face as his head tilted, looking at you through squinted eyes.

You bit your lip, trying to contain the thrill that ran down your spine. The look on his face may have been pure sweetness on the outside, but the need to feel you have consumed his entire being.

The recent attack in Gotham had forced Bruce to ask for help and kept Clark away from you for days—he’s had his fill of the gloominess that never seemed to fade from that city’s atmosphere so your teasing after days of painful longing for just a glimpse of you had him the tiniest bit frustrated.

You might argue it’s only been four days, but for him it’s four days too long. Four gruesome days of not having you in his arms, separated even in your sleep.

You spin around and toy with the wet curls on the back of his head before cupping it, angling your face to close the gap between you. Finally giving in before you’ve provoked him further—before he ignores the already pooling arousal between your legs.

But Clark didn’t give you the pleasure of feeling his soft lips against yours. Making you gasp as he spun you back around, the motion causing your robe to slowly slide down your shoulders, his lips following the cloth down and up your shoulders. Hooded eyes looking at you through the mirror as his breath grazes your ear, causing you to whine.

“Please…”

His large hand gropes your breast, thumb playing with your pert nipple through your robe. Playfully nipping at your eat before softly pecking the sensitive skin of your neck.

“Hmm, I thought you didn’t want to?” His voice was breathy, lightheaded just from your closeness.

“Clar-k—ah.”

He continued squeezing your breast lovingly—thumbing your nipple through the fabric of your robe when your fingers desperately pulled the strands of his hair.

Clark couldn’t get enough of your scent, even with his face buried in the sensitive skin of your neck, the scent of your arousal pooling between your thighs had a trembling sigh escaping his lips.

You released your bruising grip from his hair, slowly guiding him past the slit of your soft robe to the heat between your thighs. “Oh, honey…” your heat welcomed his thick fingers immediately, clenching around him, afraid he’d pull away—tease you further.

But in Clark’s eyes, you were the tease.

Your reflection rivals the moon that he’s seen up close—your heaving breaths made your robe slip down your shoulders with only his thick hand keeping the fabric from revealing you.

The scent of your arousal had his already ragged breath stuttering in his chest—it didn’t help that he could feel the sweet stickiness between his fingers drip down his wrist and the need to drop to his knees to devour you consumed him.

Yet, he didn’t listen.

Instead, he scissored his digits as he thrusted his fingers making you mewl at the stretch.

“Nggh—Clark….” You throw your head back and Clark took the opportunity to softly kiss your temple. The softness in his touch a contrast to the deep push and pull of his digits.

“I know, honey. I know.”

You braved a look at your reflection and already saw him watching every twitch of pleasure on your face. Watching you was enough for him, and while you share the same sentiment when he’s the one falling apart in your hands, you couldn’t go on feeling empty when you could feel his arousal leak through your robes.

“Need—Clar—please.”

And ever your good boy, his hand bunched up your rode around your waist, smoothly parting your legs with his foot to make room for his throbbing length to nudge its way in between your weeping slit, with the help of his fingers still flush against your clit.

You were about to open your mouth and complain again but the feeling of his fat throbbing tip prodding your hole only forced a groan from your throat. “Good— Cla-rk!”

“Gosh-honey—I-you-golly.” His forehead sought out the warmth of your neck, struggling to keep his brain from melting as he pushed further into you. He failed. Your warm walls squeezed him as he pushed in, gripping and pulling him in like it always does, and he couldn’t help the pathetic sounds that left his throat.

He felt your hand on his waist, thumb rubbing circles on the skin of his hip—as if drawing him out of his brain before he could melt further into it.

Which he did when he felt your fingers flex and his ringing ears cleared up enough to hear your honeyed voice, “Move, honey.”

His hips started moving before he even registered it, slowly, at first, letting out small hiccups of breath against your shoulder before he squeezed the flesh at your hip reverently, pulling far enough back until he missed the warmth of you back and pushing back in.

The groan that left him came from the depths of his chest, the sound causing your needy pussy to clench and leak around his cock further.

His breaths came out in uneven puffs against the sensitive skin of your neck, and with his jaw growing slacker came his mewls in even louder volume. “Mmm- mghh!” You could feel his cock throbbing, “Clark….”

“Hmm?” He asked deliriously, propping his chin on your shoulder and looking at your reflection through lust-lidded eyes. “Need you to go faster, hun..” You pressed your forehead to his temple and saw his gaze fixed on the bounce of your breast—growing more frequent as his thrusts grow deeper and faster.

He felt himself throb at the sight of your scrunched up face against his, “So good f’me, Clarkie…”

His jaw slacks at the feeling of your sloppy kisses from his jaw to the corner of his mouth, almost instinctive when turning his head in your direction—but you don’t let him, not yet. Instead, your fingers dug into his cheeks as you dragged your tongue flat across his cheek to his ear. His hips stuttered, once, twice before a gush of warmth flooded your insides and your wrist is dripping from his squished lips.

You place a tender kiss on his temple and hum when you feel his hips—still twitching and quivering—start to move again. Deeper. Hitting that gummy spot inside you with one particular harsh thrust.

“Go—d! I wanna…have you like this all the time.” He all but slurred out as his hand gripped your hips as he kept pistoning into you from behind, it left your chest stuttering and your hands searching for purchase on the marble against your hips.

His whole face was flushed as you looked at him through the massive bathroom mirror, watching his robe start to slip off his shoulders, the flush on his face spreading down his freckled chest.

Clark nestled his chin in the crook of your neck before wrapping his thick arms around your waist, hips somehow moving faster than before.

He looked at your reflection through hooded lids and his mouth agape, convincing you to shove two fingers, which he immediately started sucking.

“All—ah—th-time?” Your eyes roll to the back of your head when you feel one of his hands squeeze your breast, tweaking your nipples between his fingers.

The globes of your ass pressed flush against his pelvis as he dug himself deeper into you, the sticky mess where your bodies connected squelching obscenely with every pump of his hips.

It didn’t take long before he took his fingers to your neglected clit. He pinched the throbbing bud, causing your fingers to press further into his throat, making him gag and drool further on your hand.

“Alf—da-ffffrickim t’me.” Punctuating his muffled words with each thrust.

And, oh, you wished he would. You wished he’d just take you whenever he felt like it—wished that he’d be just as needy as he was now. Because even as his hands tremble with trepidation—instinct most like—his mind has melted enough that he’d only care for the bruising of your hips against the counter later.

Now, all his usual apprehension vanished into thin air and it’s addictive.

“You can take me whenever you like…” your words came out in broken breaths, feeling drool slip through the corners of your mouth and doing nothing about it. His repeated abuse on your walls pushes out your arousal, creating a white ring at the base of his cock.

The force of his hips against yours shook your fingers out of his mouth, digits trembling against the marble counter as you try to ground yourself. Your drenched fingers making it harder to do so.

He let out an animalistic groan at your words, brain already clouded with visions of him fucking you—waking you from your slumber with his harsh thrusts and wandering touches, maybe even bury his cock in you during your reading time, just warming you from the inside. Clark’s knees almost buckled at the thought.

“Fuck, I will…Thank you, honey—I will,” his sweet voice breathed. “I promise. I—I’ll even spread your legs an—mhng—jus’…suckle on your clit while you nap. You’ll lemme do that—will you? Please?”

Clark’s voice tilted to a needy pitch, temple pressed against yours as his eyes never waver from yours in the mirror. He was tipping from the height of his pleasure, you could tell, and he was taking you with him with every brush of his tip against that sensitive, spongy spot in your cunt.

You look up at the mirror and watch as his form cages you in, back hunching over your bent form while his fingers continue to happily palm your breast and tease your clit between his fingers.

His fingers freeze in time with his hips, sweaty skin molding into your back as he groaned out—the pinch on your clit was what broke you. Your back arched against his chest, nipple grazing the cold marble, and as the white hot pleasure consumed you, traveling from your head down to your fingertips, you felt his thick hot arousal splash in your walls.

He was everywhere in that moment. The cold marble was a stark contrast to the warmth that engulfed you—from the heat that his body exudes across the expanse of your back and his arousal that now traveled down your thighs.

You try to blink the heaviness off your eyes, lashes fluttering rapidly against your wet cheeks, and you were met with the sight of Clark’s eyes already on you. There were still dark, the blues of his eyes a mere rim around his pupils, still bleary but, oh, did they hold so much love.

After everything, he had the gall to look sheepish, to smile shyly—pushing in his dimples—before kissing your flushed cheek. “Thank you…” he breathed, and it only made you laugh harder.

“No need to thank me, honey.” you say, leaning further into his touch.

“Still.”

Ever your stubborn boyfriend, he still thinks that you and your touch was a gift he was oh so lucky to be blessed with—to be surrounded with—like he was a mere man and you were a goddess.

One that he cannot handle being separated from—even if it was only for a few days.

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He was laughing with Garrett over something, beer bottle hanging loose from his fingers, but his eyes were still on yours. The second he notices you looking, he mouthed, “Upstairs?”, tilting his head towards the stairs.

“No,” you mouthed again.     

This time, you moved from his line of sight, away from temptation and to the makeshift dance floor in the middle of the living room. It was a useless effort, not even two minutes passed before Logan followed you to the dance floor. His hands found your waist as your hips moved to the music.

“Logan,” you warned, even as you ground back into him.

“Let’s go upstairs,” he begged, warm breath tickling your neck. “I’m so thirsty.”

“Then have a glass of water.”

The world blurred for a dizzying second as he spun you around so you could face him.

The corner of Logan’s mouth pulled up into a wicked smirk. “I’m not that kind of thirsty.”

You wrapped your arms around his neck. “You’re insatiable.”

“And that’s entirely your fault,” he said it solemnly, as if it were a rational thing. “I think I deserve compensation.”

You let out a soft laugh, the vibration caught between your chests as the bass from the living room speakers thudded around you. “Is that so? And what exactly does compensation look like, Logan?”

“You know exactly what it looks like,” he murmured. His hands shifted from your waist, to the strip of bare skin exposed by your short skirt. The touch sent a familiar rush through you, enough to make it harder to remember why you'd been saying no in the first place. “Upstairs.”

“This would be like the fourth party I’ve missed,” you pointed out, though your fingers were already tangling into the short hairs at the back of his neck, betraying your own words.

“I’ll be quick,” he promised, though his voice lacked a shred of sincerity.

You knew he was lying. Logan had been finding excuses to eat you out every chance he got lately and he always took his time. It was like he'd somehow forgotten that he'd already won you over, and was trying to prove his worth.

Without waiting for a third no, Logan tugged at your arm, and you easily followed. Dean and Tucker let out a loud ‘Woop!’ as Logan hauled you past them and up the steps. He ignored them, entirely focused on getting you into his room, but you felt a warmth flood your cheeks.

The bedroom door had barely closed before Logan pinned you against it, boxing you in.

He kissed you like a man starved, and like he hadn’t just finished doing so two hours ago. A low and needy groan rumbled deep in his throat when your hands scrambled up his chest, clutching at the fabric of his shirt just to keep your balance.

His knee slid in between your legs as he continued kissing you and you shamelessly ground yourself down on it. For all your protesting downstairs, heat pooled at the bottom of your belly quickly, panties dampening. It wasn’t long before the throb between your legs became unbearable, desperate for real stimulation.

“Logan,” you gasped against his lips. “How do you want me?”

“Bed,” Logan grunted.

The best was yet to come, but that didn’t stop the soft whine that left you as he removed his leg from between your legs and pulled back. A second later, his hand was slipping underneath your skirt, hand on the waistband of your panties. He impatiently tugged at the fabric, tutting loudly when it got caught on your thighs.   

“Let me,” you laughed. Batting his hand away, you pulled your panties off and stepped out of them, leaving them on the floor.

Anticipation, and impatience, clung to Logan like a second skin, mouth practically salivating as he watched you settle on the edge of the bed and spread your legs wide.

Kneeling on the floor at the foot of the bed, he hiked up your skirt further, eyes hungrily tracking the way your arousal glistened on your pussy lips.

“I’ve been waiting all day for this,” he murmured as leant forward, pressing his nose where you ached most.

“You literally ate me out this morning.” Your voice came out breathily as he used his nose to circle your throbbing clit.

“It’s not enough,” he sighed. His warmth breath fanning your pussy had your hole clenching around nothing.

Calloused hands came to the backs of your thighs, pushing them slightly wider so you were even more exposed to him. The cold air hit your pussy, and your hips shifted on the bed.

“You promised to be quick,” you whined.

At that, Logan’s tongue darted out, licking at your clenching hole. It took everything you had to contain your moans to a reasonable level as he circled your hole with his tongue. All the while his nose kept bumping against your clit.

Your back arched off of the mattress as his tongue plunged into your hole.

“Fuck~.”

“Feel good, baby?” He asked, tongue vibrating against your hole as he spoke.

You responded with another moan, lewd and loud as your fingers slipped between your legs. With two fingers, you spread your folds wider for him, toes curling as his nose nudged your exposed clit.

It was almost overstimulating how his nose rubbed against where you were most sensitive again and again. You cried out, back arching off of the mattress. The sounds coming from your mouth only encouraged him to move harder and faster against you.

“I’m too close,” you gasped. The pleasure felt too good, and you so desperately wanted to prolong it. “I don’t want to come yet.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Logan pulled his tongue from your hole and begun licking flat and long stripes up your pussy. He paused on your clit, sucking it into his mouth before moving back down your pussy again.

“Yes~ Loge. Yes~!” You purred.

Blunt nails dug into the flesh of your thighs as he pressed you back further, lifting your hips higher off of the bed. Logan hummed and cooed around you, loudly slurping and sucking up your slickness. He was purposely messy with it, letting your juices coat the lower half of his face.

“Mmmm, delicious, baby,” he groaned against you. “Wish I could bottle this up, have a taste whenever I want.”

“How much more do you need?” you laughed, only half-joking though. In the past week alone, you couldn’t remember how many orgasms he’d pulled out of you from just his tongue alone. most times, he didn’t even want anything in return, entirely content to get high off of your scent.

“24/7, baby.”

He emphasised that by pressing an all to chaste kiss to your pussy lips. Raising your head, you looked down between your legs, watching as he continued pressing delicate kisses and soft licks between your legs. For some reason, that turned you on more than anything and your clit throbbed.

“Need to come. Now,” you said, head falling back against the mattress.

Logan got to work immediately, tongue flicking against your clit relentlessly and sloppily as he eased two fingers into you. the room was filled with his soft moans of delight and the sounds of his fingers squelching within you.

Your eyes rolled back as you felt the orgasm build up, starting as a knot in your stomach before tightening and exploding electric pleasure throughout your body. You came with a loud cry of his name, hips gyrating on his tongue.

His mouth stayed on you the entire time, licking up every drop that you could give him.

Despite his promises that he’d be quick, he’d make you cum several more times before he had his fill, and it was yet another party that you missed because your boyfriend was insatiable.

It was never easy finding time where all three of you could have a weekend completely free. But the moment you had, Dean had whisked you and Allie away to Cape Cod, where you’d spent most of your time stretched out on Beau’s family’s private boat.

Dean had insisted he wanted nothing but the best for his girls, and his own boat was going through an upgrade.

Weekends like this were your favourite kind of luxury. Dean had picked the destination. Then, Allie had packed your bag before you’d even thought to do it. They remembered your favourite snacks, reminded you to drink water, and quietly took care of all the little things before you’d even noticed they needed doing.

Normally, you were the one making every decision. Between your demanding major and the need to plan three steps ahead these days, your brain rarely got a chance to switch off. By the end of the semester, even deciding what to eat for dinner felt exhausting.

But being with Dean and Allie felt like finally being able to take a deep breath after being constrained for so long. You so naturally let go, trusted them to know you in a way that you didn’t know yourself. With them, all you had to do was exist and that was enough.

Behind you, Allie shifted on the lounger until her knees rested on either side of you. She leant forward, her chest warm against your back as she loosely wrapped her arms around your waist. the familiar scent of her perfume mixed with the salty summer air had you relaxing almost instantly.

The afternoon grew warmer as the boat drifted across the water, the sun beating pleasantly against your skin.

“I think it’s time for sunscreen,”  Dean suddenly announced, reaching into the cooler for another bottle of water.

You instinctively reached for the sunscreen beside your towel. Dean’s hand shot out to catch your wrist. “No.”

Blinking, you turned looked up at him. “No?”

“No,” he repeated, gently taking the bottle from your hand. “Your only job today is to sit back, look beautiful, and let us take care of you. Can you do that for me?”

Heat crept into your cheeks despite the breeze; it always did take a reminder for you of your role. “Yes, Dean,” you whispered.

“Good girl,” Allie praised softly, her lips brushing just beneath your ear. “You’re doing so well already.”

You shifted against her, she knew how much you liked praise and always made sure to keep you full of it.

Dean squeezed a generous amount of the sunscreen onto Allie’s palm.

“It’s cold,” she warned you.

The warning was appreciated, but it didn’t stop you from jumping slightly as the first touch of the cream hit your shoulder.

“I did warn you,” she giggled.

“I know,” you whined.

Dean laughed from where he sat in front of you both, one hand absentmindedly rubbing slow circles over your knee while the other rubbed the cream over your leg. Behind you, Allie carefully worked the sunscreen across your shoulders and down your arms.

“Lean forward for me, babe, so I can get your back,” Allie murmured, her hands gently guiding you forward. You complied easily, leaning forward and sighing as she massaged it into your back.

Neither of them rushed.

Allie made sure to cover every bit of exposed skin, even lifting your arms so she could get the backs of your hands before carefully rubbing over and between your fingers.

“There,” she said proudly. “No sunburns on my watch.”

Dean leant forward, studying you with exaggerated concentration. “Hmmm, I think you missed a spot.”

“What? Where?” Allie frowned, she took her job very seriously.

“Right...” Dean cupped your cheek, his expression looking far too serious for about half a second before he leant in and pressed a deliberately sloppy kiss to your mouth. “...here.”

You giggled against his lips as Allie theatrically gagged behind you. “Oh, boo!”

Dean pulled back just enough to look at her over your shoulder, one eyebrow arched. “So, you don’t want one?”

“When did I say that?” She retorted.

“Did you not just boo me?”

“I was booing the drama.”

Dean grinned. “You wouldn’t love me without the drama.”

Allie huffed before reaching over your shoulder, wrapping her hand around the back of Dean’s neck, and tugging him across the small space. “Shut up and kiss me, Di Laurentis.”

Dean barely had time to laugh before she gave him a quick kiss. He kissed her back eagerly, before she shoved him away with an eyeroll.

Nestled comfortably between them, you couldn’t help but smile. This was where you always loved being, sandwiched in the middle of their constant back and forth, equal parts flirting and bickering.  

“I could get used to this,” you sighed.

“Aren’t you already spoilt?” Allie teased, pinching your waist lightly.

“I am,” you admitted, “you really know how to look after a girl.”

“That was the plan,” Dean said as he reached into the cooler for snacks. “You’ll never be able to settle for less than us.”

Leaning further back into Allie, you smiled once again. The most difficult decision you had to make right now was whether to take a nap now, or after lunch. Thankfully, it was one that Allie and Dean were more than happy to make for you.

Nerd Clark who thinks you're friends.

Nerd Clark who has no idea how bad your intentions are. That you hardly want friendship from him. What you want is for him to ruin you.

Nerd Clark who watches you stare at him, thinking its a loving look on your face except your eyes are raking over his body thinking about how soft those curls would feel under your palms, how those glasses would fog up when you have him panting under you, how those massive ridges of muscles would ripple when he's thrusting into you and how those veins would feel if you traced it with your tongue.

Nerd Clark who snaps you out of your wild imagination with a snap of his fingers and you're left breathless and wet in the office in the middle of the day.

Nerd Clark who believes your excuse of not feeling well when you look all red and leave for home early.

Nerd Clark who would never know that you spent that night riding your vibrator pretending it to be him, moaning his name out loud until your walls have it memorised. (I meant bedroom walls, what're you even thinking, you dirty minded duckling)

Nerd Clark who's all shy when you kiss him for the first time. All nervous smiles and fumbling hands as his lips move over yours in a slow rhythm.

Nerd Clark whose glasses nugde against your nose when he leans in for a second kiss, much to his annoyance but only until you end up giggling against his mouth.

Nerd Clark who does not understand why you're so keen on him leaving his glasses on during the kiss even when it's in the way.

Nerd Clark who you think would be shy and soft and sweet in bed and turns out he's anything but.

Nerd Clark who has you pinned against the door the moment you close it after getting home.

Nerd Clark whose hungry eyes, dilated pupils, and shameless strokes of his fingers under your shirt surprise you in the best way becuase where did that shy nerd go who was nervous to kiss you?

Nerd Clark who has known everything since the beginning and still let you work for him, and yearn for him, all this time.

Nerd Clark whose voice is possesive and dark and rough when he leans in close to your ear and whispers “You've been testing my patience, baby” before his mouth is on you.

Nerd Clark who revels in watching you all shocked and dumbfounded at knowing how his shy personality just switches off around you.

Nerd Clark who has the filthiest mouth on him and loves to rile you up “Why do you look so dumb baby? Were’nt you the one who invited me here?”

Nerd Clark who chuckles against your lips when you have no words left and you decide kissing him would be the appropriate response.

Nerd Clark who picks you up like you weigh no more than a pillow before he trudges toward your bedroom.

Nerd Clark who takes his sweet time with you. Kissing his way down your body, worshipping every inch of skin revealed.

Nerd Clark who you know is gone when his eyes zeroe in on your tits, his tongue sneaking out to wet his lips before his mouth is on you. Warm and wet and so fucking desperate as he laps at your skin, nipping your nipple with his teeth ever so slightly to draw out those quiet gasps and whines you make for him.

Nerd Clark who spends way too much time fondling your tits, only stopping when they're tender and red from the assault his mouth put them through. He finally moves on with a whine when he sees you whimper at the overstimulation, but not before pressing a chaste kiss to both of your breasts like they're something living and could feel his affection.

Nerd Clark whose mouth is a weapon of mass destruction and you somehow have the misfortune (or should I say, fortune?) of being his target.

Nerd Clark who laps at your pussy like a man starved. Holding your thighs apart with those chiseled arms of his while he attacks your clit with little kitten licks. Giving only enough for you to writhe beneath him.

Nerd Clark who works you patiently, drawing your pleasure out until you snap on his tongue with his name loud in your mouth and your body convulsing around him.

Nerd Clark who let's you harshly tug at his hair as the force of your climax consumes you whole. He doesn't so much as whine in complaint when your thighs all but suffocate him with how tight they're wrapped around his neck, shoving his face deeper into you.

Nerd Clark who has almost all of his face shiny with your release when he crawls back up to you. The sight stealing all air out of your lungs becuase holy shit is this a sight to see. You're pretty sure you'd pay good amount of money for just another moment to watch him like this again.

Nerd Clark who has you losing your mind on his fingers next “This what you were thinking about that day, sweetheart?” He says as he curls his fingers slightly, hitting the spot that makes you cry out and confessing your ugly fantasies to him.

Nerd Clark who revels in the fact that he's got you so worked up you don't even know what you're confessing.

Nerd Clark who makes the mistake of trying to take off his fogged glasses to avoid losing the sight of you. Much to your displeasure as you shove them back on.

“Baby, I can't see you with these on” he punctuates between kisses, of course he wants the glasses off. Who would be dumb enough to not want to see you, all naked and flushed and moaning for him?

Nerd Clark who realises you have a very specific kink when he sees your reluctance to let the glasses leave his face.

Nerd Clark who slides them upward instead, letting the black frame rest in his hair like a little tiara and god if it doesn't drive you crazy.

Nerd Clark who can see the shift in your energy at that in the way your eyes go dark, and can't wait another moment before he's inside you.

Nerd Clark who is big enough to hurt even after he's stretched you out. And damn it if he isn't proud about it. “Am I too big for you, baby?” He teases, inching inside slowly, letting you adjust to the sheer size of him. “You're just a tiny little thing, aren't you?”

Nerd Clark who becomes utterly insufferable when he watches his cock slide all the way into you “Look at you, sweetie. All stretched out on my cock”

Nerd Clark who makes you think you've descended to heaven when he starts to move becuase surely a feeling like this doesn't exist in this universe.

Your hips rock up themselves, meeting his every thrust as endless curses spill from his lips, emphasising how good you feel around him, how perfect.

You let the praise wash over you and drive you closer to the climax.

Nerd Clark who is dominant and unrestrained but never rough enough to hurt. Always looking for signs of discomfort and monitoring your micro expressions to see if you're hurting.

Nerd Clark who doubles down when he hears your sounds pitching higher. His hands make their way to your knees pushing them toward you, making the angle steeper and hitting that deep spot inside you.

Nerd Clark who praises you through it when he sees how you react to it

“Such a good girl for me, sweetheart.”

“Taking my cock so well”

“You're gonna come for me? You gonna be a good girl?”

It makes your skin prickle, fingers tremble and toes curl into the mattress as you bite down on his shoulder to muffle the cry that tears out of you as your orgasm swallows you completely.

Nerd Clark whose thrusts grow erratic when he feels your warm walls convulsing and fluttering around him. The feeling addictive and ruining him at the same time.

His hand find your breasts again “Fuck me, these tits” he grunts, mouth enveloping a nipple as one of his hands grips and massages the other breast as if it is an achor he needs to hold onto to keep himself tethered to you.

Nerd Clark who is loud when he comes. Loud enough that you'll probably have your neighbours complaining tomorrow but your name in his mouth sounds so fucking delicious that you can't bring yourself to care about anything but the fact that you want to hear it again and again and again.

Nerd Clark who cleans you up after. And boy is it a sight to behold. His skin is flushed and glowing with the soft sheen of sweat. His curls all messed up, and you feel a flutter down south knowing its your hands that did that.

There's a shy smile on his face as he's back to the gentle, nerdy part of himself that you so dearly adore.

Nerd Clark who is a cuddler, he pulls you close immediately after he settles onto your bed, rubbing comforting circles on your back making you sleepy in his arms.

And you swear you hear him mumble something like “Sleep good, sweetheart” and soft lips pressing against your forehead before you finally let your eyes close, falling asleep in the arms of the man who you might fall in love with. Especially given everything that happened today. There's no way you're gonna let this be a one time thing.

God! You're thoroughly fucked, aren't you?

Dividers by @diviniyae

Tagging my bucky girlie's just becuase @redstarleftarm, @sweetserendipity65, @sambuckystony, @nymphhbabiee, @darlingdenise, @venigrantrogers, @i-gotta-go-so-much-bigger, @bstan01, @phoenix-in-writing, @singulartoast, @danerb67, @onyx8514, @globetrotter28, @buckysdecaflove, @alyssinwunderland-blog-blog, @herejustforbuckybarnes, @v33mustdie, @star-yawnznn, @buckybsdoll

“Doin’ so good for us, baby…” she murmured against you, adjusting herself so her lips could reach your forehead. You whimpered at the contact, burying your head into her chest while your body bounced softly from Dean’s thrusts. “You waited so patiently, yeah?”

The thickness of Dean’s fingers was nothing compared to his cock—it was thick and heavy, reaching deeper depths that you never thought existed within you. The slow pace that he was digging into your body made it even more obvious—making you feel every ridge of his cock.

Allie waited for Dean to agree with her, only to look up at the man and see him drooling against your ankle, brows scrunched softly, basking at the feel of your soft velvet walls. He was completely gone; moans spilling freely from his open mouth as his tongue lolled out.

The sight was enough to undo her. Watching her boyfriend completely lose his mind inside her best friend’s pussy had her clit throbbing as though it had its own heart.

You keened when she chuckled lowly, mouth parting in search of hers, never closing even as she ignored you. Her arm that draped beneath your neck stretched until she could twist your nipple between her thumb and index as the other cupped Dean’s jaw.

Your muffled hearing could barely pick up your moans, let alone Dean’s slurping when Allie got him out of his head.

“Baby…” she whispered, a subtle scolding in her tone. “We’re s’pposed to be taking care of her, remember?”

Dean mumbled a response, shaking his head lightly to focus at the sight beneath him—and it almost made him come.

Your hazy eyes were darting between looking up at him and Allie, completely glazed and shot as quiet “ah’s” slipped from your lips with his every thrust. You looked completely wrecked in Allie’s arms, melting with her every touch—letting out a broken moan when the woman’s fingers parted your folds before circling your puffy nub.

Dean watched as your leaden hand copied Allie’s movements, only this time, you shoved two fingers into her still hot entrance, making her moan. His grip tightens on your hip, almost losing himself again—cock swelling inside your warmth.

You feel him twitch inside your cunt when your parted mouth reveals your tongue reaching for Allie’s nipple, closing around the fat flesh. You revel at the moan she let out—at the wetness that coated your fingers when you did so, throat muscles working at sucking and keeping her tit in your mouth.

She slumped against you once more, fingers still languidly working your bundle of nerves—still twisting your nipple between her fingers.

You keep your fingers buried in her pussy, keeping their mixed juices intact, even as you feel her start to doze off against you. Dean thrusts hard—a knee-jerk reaction to the sight, and it caused a choked moan out of you, the hand that wasn’t inside Allie pawing at his chest.

“Please—” you needed him closer; to be sandwiched between their warmth properly—suffocate you for all you care. You’ve never felt this much pleasure from sex before and there’s no way you won’t drag it out.

And thankfully, he obliged, letting you pull him in by wrapping your leg around the small of his back, forcing him further into you, cock kissing that spongy spot deep in you.

“Oh—ohfuuu—hah!” he cried out, temple against Allie’s—moaning right against her ear, though she never woke up, only nuzzling more into your combined touch in her sleep, even as your own groan vibrated against her breast.

Dean’s hand gripped the sheets above you helplessly, thrusts growing faster and sloppier simultaneously. His other hand shot up from its grip on your hip to cup your cheek, forcing your mouth off Allie’s chest and slotting his mouth against yours, ignoring your pained whine at the loss of his girlfriend’s flesh.

He swallows each whimper that helplessly leaves you with each thrust, groaning when your wet muscle meets his own. Your back arches when the tip of his cock kisses your cervix, forcing an angle that would likely bruise it—you didn’t care. Not when his sweaty chest graze your nipples with every hump, veins burning with each brush.

Dean’s lips never part from yours, whispering “Goo—good fucking gir—” in between breaths, forehead pressed firmly against your own furrowing one.

You could feel the tight rope in your belly unravelling. His breathless and choked groans a sharp edge to the already burning sensation that seeped through your bones.

He was moaning—a melting whimper, really—as though he’d been deprived of your pussy for so long. Like his girlfriend wasn’t sleeping next to you, like you didn’t have two fingers shoved deep in her cunt that kept in motion with his thrusts—like you didn’t always end up like this whenever you had the chance to.

His thrusts, once lazy and pounding, were now deduced to a melting sloppy humping. Dean couldn’t bear being apart from your warm skin. Not the stickiness that spread across his pelvis and dripped down his thighs from your arousal, nor your limbs keeping him firm against you—nails digging into the tacky skin of his back before it held him against you by his ass.

You let out a choked gasp when you parted from him, but you didn’t let him get far, fingers claiming the hair on his nape and keeping his forehead against yours, your other hand unmoving from Allie’s cunt.

“Dean—hah-please…” you plead. For what? You aren’t sure. Thankfully, he did.

The loss of contact was brief, only necessary so he doesn’t faceplant while trying to adjust you hips higher against his, the angle change, somehow, had him sinking into you more—like your pussy was stretching just to accommodate his neediness.

Every grind of his hips caused the coarse hairs at the base of his cock to rub against your clit, eliciting a high pitched moan from you that you would’ve felt embarrassed of had it not been them you were between of.

You feel his hips stutter, huffed out whimpers slipping from his lips as it falters against yours. Your fingers met in a fist in his tresses, trying to pull him back when he leaned away, but he was determined.

Dean wanted to watch you fall apart on his cock, not for his ego, but for the sight of you being at your most vulnerable. He’d seen you come apart plenty of times before but something about tonight felt more exposed than the rest.

Maybe it’s how openly he’s fucking you as his girlfriend sleeps next to you, or maybe it was your clinging to Allie earlier—just as lost as he was in you despite just thrusting into you.

Maybe, maybe it was how you waited so patiently for your turn, making Allie come enough times for her to doze off, sticking to you like glue.

It didn’t matter what it was, all that mattered was that the way your face scrunched and then softened as bliss shot through your entire body, momentarily consumed by the white that flashed behind your eyes, chest pressed against his as a silent moan wracked through your body.

You felt Dean’s groan vibrate against your chest, his hips thrusting once, then twice before holding his hips flush against yours, swollen tip bursting ropes of cum and flooding your walls white.

Dean let a out a breath that melted into a whine, forehead coming down to rest against your chest as his hips continued a circular motion, drawing out your high.

It was only when you whined in overstimulation did he let up, though he still kept himself inside you, forehead moving from your chest to the crook of your neck, parallel to where Allie’s head now rested.

You finally remove your fingers from Allie’s entrance, indifferent to your now pruney fingers as you took a digit into your mouth, tasting her essence. The hum you let out alerted the man who was just about to fall asleep, making him whine and open his mouth in permission.

Not wasting a second, you pressed your soaked fingers against his waiting tongue, thumb playfully booping his flushed nose when he immediately wrapped his lips around your flesh.

A breath leaves your chest when you settle against their shared warmth, relishing the skin-to-skin contact that they, despite their unconscious state, seem to seek habitually. Dean’s weight acted like a heated blanket—one that kept you warm from the inside out with his cock—a complete contrast to Allie’s soft comforting skin that made you shiver whenever she nuzzled further into your skin.

It was dangerous to stay—even more dangerous to get used to their affections—but for now, you’ll give yourself grace. And Allie and Dean were both grateful that you did.

💌 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐞: wrote this in a day. . .while my other wips drown in the sea😝

𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬, 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝!

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