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pining harry pretty draco

The front door to your apartment shut and an exhausted Bucky dropped his bag and jacket, removing his boots, letting out a sigh of relief.

“Hey doll, I’m home,” usually he would hear the sound of your rushed steps, excited to jump into Bucky’s arms, telling him how much you missed him, even though you saw him in the mornings before you both left.

Today, though, there were no exited footsteps, only silence.

“Doll?” he tried again, but still nothing, therefore leading him to begin his investigation.

He trudged through the apartment, your presence missing in the rooms he checked; that was until he continued down the hall and heard the faint sound of the shower accompanied by the low bass from your speaker.

He could hear your voice singing along to the music, Bucky smiled gently, letting out a breath as he felt his body relax knowing where you were hiding.

The closer he got to the bathroom the louder your voice became and the louder the music you were listening to became as well, though this was not like any music you would play in front of him.

Stopping by the door, he crept it open slowly, allowing your voice to bleed through the crack of the door.

James’ jaw just about hit the floor as he listened to the exact things you were singing, your voice falling in and out the places you knew the lyrics and the places you obviously didn’t.

“I heard from a friend of a friend that that dick was a ten out of ten.”

“Tell me what’s your kink, gimme the dick.”

“Spank me, slap me, choke me, bite me.”

James could feel his pants grow tighter just listening to you sing such explicit things, his mind filling with images of him doing exactly what you were singing.

“I just wanna fuck all night.”

“Yeah, yeah oh oh oh.”

He smirked to himself, preparing himself for the long night he was about to give you, opening the door to the bathroom fully, unbeknownst to you.

As the song finished so did your shower, you shut off the water and reached a hand out from behind the shower curtain to grab your towel and dry off.

You drew back the shower curtain and almost slipped, a startled gasp left your lips as you were met by Bucky’s smug figure standing in the doorway, looking you up and down with hunger.

“Oh my god, Buck! You scared me half to death,” you placed a hand over your heart, trying to calm the rapid beating of it.

“Sorry, doll… didn’t want to disturb your little concert,” he smirked, making his way through the bathroom to stand in front of your towel-clad figure.

A blush crept its way onto your cheeks, “sorry, I would’ve listened to something else had I known you were home.”

James just laughed, gripping your waist over the towel with his metal hand, “no need to apologize… but I was surprised, why don’t you listen to that kind of music when I’m around?”

“Oh, uhm I don’t know, I just assumed you wouldn’t like it cause it’s quite explicit… and they didn’t really make that kind of music, you know, back in the day,” you tried explaining yourself, but your face just kept getting redder and redder the more Bucky’s smirk grew.

Bucky placed a hand on his heart in mock offence, “are you calling me old?”

“Well, you’re not exactly young,” you smirked back, but the smirk quickly turned to surprise, letting out a yelp as Bucky picked you up, throwing you over his shoulder.

“JAMES!”

“Oh, I’ll show you what this old man can do, doll”, he walked out of the bathroom towards your bedroom, your towel clinging on for dear life.

Arriving by the bed he threw you in it, watching the way your breasts bounced on impact.

Grabbing your towel he discarded it with ease, leaving you completely naked, your chest rising and falling with anticipation.

“Alright, Doll, turn around and ass up,” he ordered causing your face to flush; even though you’d been with James countless times, the shy feeling still crept its way out, but you complied despite the shyness.

You heard a low groan from behind you, Bucky’s hands reaching out to knead your cheeks; you let out a surprised gasp as the cool metal of his hand touched your warm flesh.

“God, baby, you’re so perfect,” he groaned, his fingers digging into the soft flesh as he pulled your cheeks apart, giving himself a perfect view of your dripping cunt.

The cool metal held and kneaded your left cheek, but the warmth from Bucky’s flesh hand was gone. You wanted to turn your head to see what he was doing, but the absence of his hand was explained as a sharp slap was landed on your right cheek, a yelp of surprise leaving your lips, your face falling into the mattress to muffle any further sounds.

Another slap hit your right cheek, then a slap to the left cheek - quick slaps moving between both, a red colour painted onto the smooth skin and cries muffled by the sheets, your knuckles turning white from the grip you had on said sheets.

The spanks stopped when Bucky was thoroughly satisfied by the red colour that decorated your bum; hoisting you up by your arms, he wrapped his own arms around you, hugging you to his chest as he kissed your tear-streaked cheeks.

His vibranium hand gently grabbed your face, turning it to look at his own, his eyes clouded with lust and looking down at you with adoration.

Your lips jutted out in a pout, a small whine accompanying it making Bucky chuckle before he leaned down to connect your lips in a needy kiss. Your lips moved feverishly against one another, your tongues dancing, breathy sounds mixing together and small whimpers making their way from your lips.

You felt vulnerable, yet always safe with Bucky’s clothed chest against your back, his flesh hand trailing down your body slowly, savouring the contact as his vibranium hand kept its grip on your face.

It was hard to focus on all the things going on in one singular moment, your mind clouded, the only thought being Bucky and how perfect your mouths moved together, how his hand rested on the underside of your belly right above your weeping cunt. You were about to whine for him to touch you, just a hint of a touch, but you didn’t get the chance as his fingers ghosted over your clit, your knees instinctively shuffling further apart and a relieved sigh breaking your kiss.

He moved his middle finger in slow circles on your clit, his metal arm moving from your face to hold your body still against his, making sure you wouldn’t fall forward.

“This feel good, baby?” Bucky purred, your eyes locked, and your mouth open as breathy pants and whimpers escaped from the depths of your lungs.

“Mmhm, so good, Buck,” you breathed out, your hand gripping his metal arm to stabilize yourself slightly; Bucky felt as if his heart could explode, you looked so sweet, so innocent, the way you were gripping onto him and the way your eyes tried to stay open but would flutter from the pleasure - his sweet girl.

Your breathing picked up, your eyes no longer able to stay open as your head lulled back against Bucky’s shoulder; his finger worked in tight fast circles, wanting nothing more than to watch you shake with pleasure and listen to the breathy noises you produced that could make him cum in his pants.

Your grip on the metal arm tightened, “Bucky, I’m close… I don’t know if I can hold it.”

“No need, go ahead and cum for me, doll,” he breathed, leaning down to smear a kiss on your forehead and speeding up his fingers.

“Oh, James,” you moaned as your orgasm washed over you, your body tensing in Bucky’s grip.

“There you go, baby,” Bucky’s face was bright, his lips upturned in a proud smile as he worked you through your orgasm.

Coming down from your high, Bucky picked you up once again, making you gasp out in surprise, your eyes opening as you were thrown down on your back on the plush mattress.

“Spread those legs for me, Doll,” Bucky instructed, your mind hazy, but your face turning red with a blush as you slowly spread your legs for an enthralled Bucky standing at the end of the bed. You wiggled impatiently on the bed, your eyes following his every move, his movements slow as he removed his clothing a piece at a time.

You let out a displeased whine, wanting nothing more than for him to hurry and stop teasing, choosing to forget the fact that he’d just given you an orgasm and was probably far from done.

Bucky just chuckled at your impatient whine, “patience, doll, no need to whine.”

“But Bucky, I need you now,” you whined, reaching your hands towards him as he stepped out of his boxers, his hard cock slapping against his abdomen, leaking from the tip.

“Aright alright, baby… you’ll get me if you stop your whining,” his face turned stern, but you saw the mischievous twinkle that sparkled in his eyes, his body crawling over yours on the bed.

You quickly nodded, wanting him to be pleased by your good behaviour. A startled gasp fell from your lips as his palm connected with your cheek, not hard enough to cause you actual pain, but enough for it to be felt and leave a light sting in its wake; he used his metal arm to keep himself up as his other hand grabbed your face, squeezing your cheeks, your eyes looking up at him blearily.

“You’re just a little fuckdoll, huh?” he smirked as he gave your cheeks a small squeeze, expecting an answer.

“Just a little fuckdoll for you, sergeant,” you nodded, your mind slipping in and out of the clouds.

Bucky groaned, clearly pleased by your answer, removing his hand from your face to line himself up with your entrance.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as he pushed in, a breath catching in your throat, his cock bottoming out in you easily.

Bucky gave you almost no time to adjust, not that you really needed it, before he started thrusting in and out of you, setting a fast pace from the get-go.

His pace kept switching between fast shallow strokes, to long deep thrusts that had your breath hitching and your nails digging into Bucky’s bicep.

A moaning whimper escaped your lips, your eyes locked with Buckys.

“Yeah?” he smirked, moving his hand to your throat, getting a good grip, squeezing just enough for your vision to blur slightly and another moan be ripped from you, your whole body rocking with each impact of his hips against yours.

Leaning down, Bucky lightly bit your shoulder, his teeth leaving an imprint and his hand tightening and loosening around your throat. His lips were right by your ear, his grunting breaths warming your face, “gonna be good and cum all around me, huh doll? Can feel your little pussy squeezing my cock.”

You nodded as much as you could in his grasp, the pressure building in your abdomen, you could feel yourself clumping towards the peak, your moans growing less controlled and higher pitched.

“G-Gonna cum, sergeant.”

Bucky gave your throat a squeeze of approval to which your mouth dropped open, chants of his name and certain profanities falling from your swollen lips, your cunt clenching around Bucky and your legs shaking in pleasure.

“God, you’re so sexy like this,” Bucky grunted as he kept rutting his hips against yours, prolonging your orgasm; one of his favourite things in the entire world was watching your blissed-out face and dreamy pleasure blown eyes, knowing he was the one that gave you the pleasure, the only one allowed to watch you completely fall apart.

Bucky didn’t give you any time to recover, pulling out of you and flipping you over in one swift motion, using his super-soldier strength to manhandle you around.

Laying on your stomach, your breathing still coming out in breathy pants, you waited patiently for what was next.

Bucky gave a light tap on your bum,” lift those hips for me, sweetheart.”

You did as you were told, your body shaking slightly as you strained your abs to lift yourself enough for Bucky to slip a pillow underneath your hips, elevating them slightly.

A small yelp slipped out as the pillow grazed your overstimulated clit, your hips instinctively trying to wiggle away, but to no avail, as Bucky kept them down.

Your cunt throbbed and clenched around air, begging to be filled by Bucky, the empty feeling making you whine out for him.

“Tell me what you want, doll,” Bucky braced his weight above you, his cock brushing your entrance as he breathed his words by your ear.

“Please, need you back in me… need your cock,” you couldn’t suppress the moan or the breathiness of your voice, the fog in your brain making everything more jumbled together, the only thing worth focusing on was the pleasure James was giving you.

Bucky only chuckled at your words, slowly pushing back into you, “can’t even go two minutes without being filled, huh?”

Your head shook against the mattress, your mouth hanging open as whimpers and moans spilt from your lips, the only sounds you could produce.

Bucky’s pace picked up right from where he left it, moving your body against the pillow with each thrust. Your body shook from the constant stimulation against your sensitive clit; the stimulation was enough to have you crawling towards your release quicker than before. You reached an arm slightly back to grab onto Bucky’s forearm that was bracing himself against the bed.

It all felt like a mix between pleasure and pain, each thrust felt euphoric, yet the breakless stimulation your clit was receiving balanced on a fine line, the pain slowly bleeding into pleasure the closer you were to reaching yet another peak.

“Please, James… gonna cum again.”

You had no way of seeing the pleased smirk that decorated Bucky’s face, his cock twitching as he listened to your breathy pleas. He would never thank the serum for anything other than making him live long enough to have met you and for his stamina to have increased to the point where it was a conscious choice when he wanted to finish, he knew that if it wasn’t, your big eyes and breathy moans would be enough to drive him right over that edge that he kept himself from.

“Fuck, Angel… make a mess on my cock,” he groaned, circling his hips, and speeding up his thrusts.

He could feel your cunt throb around him, your noises only high-pitched moans of his name as you finally tipped over the edge, your body shaking and your cunt tensing – your third orgasm rolling through you.

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“Bucky, I can’t… s’ too much,” you babbled, legs on either side of Bucky’s hips as you worked yourself up and down on his cock, your fingers digging into his shoulders for leverage. He sat back against the headboard with a smug-looking grin on his face, his hands steadying your hips, but not helping you bounce.

“Aww, baby, I thought you wanted to fuck all night,” he smirked, using your secret song against you.

He had pulled nearly seven orgasms from you, leaving you completely fogged out and gone. Time was merely a concept at this point, the sun had set long ago, leaving your sweaty figure in the light of the lamp from your bedside table. Your body was littered with red handprints, purple hickeys and bitemarks, completely marked by Bucky, not that you really minded – but all you wanted was for Bucky to guide your hips or help you, your body straining to lift you up and down.

“Please,” you whispered, straining your eyes to stay open and locked with his. It was taking all your strength to not fall forward and mould into him.

It seemed as if your plea was enough to pull Bucky out of his teasing mood, his whole demeanour changing within a second.

His hands on your hips began guiding you, angling himself to make it easier to thrust up into you. His control over you finally gave your body permission to fall against his, burying yourself in the crook of his neck, soaking up his scent along with the painful pleasure that was building once more in your abdomen.

“Bucky, it hurts,” you whined against him.

“Shh, I know, baby… I know you have one more in there for me, just let go,” his flesh arm moved from holding your hips to engulfing your body, keeping you close to him as his hips worked up into yours.

The edge felt closer and closer, pain turning into numbness with every stroke of Bucky’s pubic bone against your clit and the tip of his cock prodding at your g-spot with strategic thrusts.

You couldn’t have controlled it even if you wanted to; your seventh orgasm pulsing through you, your body going limp in his arms.

The pulsing and contracting of your cunt were enough for Bucky to finally release his pent-up orgasm and spill into you with a low moan, working his hips into yours and dragging the finale out.

And there you lay on top of Bucky with his arms around you, both of you covered in sweat and trying to catch your breath.

You were too tired to notice Bucky pulling out and laying you on the bed, going to grab something to clean you up with – your shower having been counterproductive.

The last thing you remembered before sleep pulled you under was Bucky pulling you against him, kissing your forehead, his gentle breathing lulling you to sleep.

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The soft light shone through the window, forcing Bucky’s eyes open. As he woke, he focused on the spot beside him, but to his disappointment, it was no longer occupied by you, only tousled sheets.

He sat up, wanting to go look for you, but he stopped as the smell of pancakes filled his nose, and the soft sound of jazz met his ears.

Bucky’s search was short, spotting your figure in the kitchen, humming along softly to the music whilst you worked on the breakfast. Bucky allowed himself a moment to just look at you, observe the peacefulness of the morning after, your figure covered in one of his t-shirts and all the marks he left behind for you to find.

A small gasp left your lips as Bucky’s arms slowly found their way around your waist, hugging you to him, “good morning, doll.”

“Good morning,” you smiled, focusing on the pan in front of you, trying not to burn the food.

“Smells good,” he kissed the side of your head as you let out a hum of acknowledgement.

A small smirk crept its way onto his face, “why aren’t you listening to your other kind of music?”

A laugh escaped you, turning your head enough to be able to look at Bucky’s smug one, “I don’t think I have the energy for that right now.”

Bucky laughed with you, squeezing you against him.

“You’ll have to help me make a playlist, doll,” he whispered.

“oh don’t be such an ass— i just wanted to congratulate you, you did a great job, just not enough to beat us i guess.” you mumbled the last part with feigned disappointment, yet your chest puffed with pride and amusement as you heard the few giggles of your housemates behind you.

malfoy rolled his tongue against the inside of his cheek before marching a few steps closer to you, causing your smirk to flatter as you stood chest to chest with the tall boy who only glared down at you.

“you’re very snarky for a slutty good-for-nothing ravenclaw” murmurs and gasps erupted from the small crowd that had formed around you both; most were now turning their sight back and forth between you two, awaiting your response.

you gnawed at your lower lip, swallowing down the knot that had formed in your throat as you lowered your white and blue mini skirt, the polyester blended fabric sticking slightly to the back of your thighs.

“i suggest you watch your fucking back malfoy” you threatened, slightly squinting as you pushed past him, mind racing through all types of pranks you have in store for the smirking boy you left behind.

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draco was far from worried about your “intimidating remark”, going on about his evening as sulky as always.

though he was in slight panic mode when he made his way to his dorm, hearing a slight shuffle on the other end. 

he made a mental note to complain to his father later on about the rats in the castle if he did find one roaming around his room right now.

he opened the oak door as slowly and quietly as possible, grimacing when the hinges squeaked lightly. 

draco wasn’t sure if he was expecting some type of old burglar or a giant dragon lurking in his dorm. but it certainly wasn’t a pretty cheerleader bent over his bathroom counter, a bottle of bright orange hair dye in one hand, the other holding his shampoo bottle still; completely clueless about the flabbergasted male that stood in the doorway.

oh i’ve had it with this little brat— thought draco. though his pondering was cut short as he let his eyes travel downwards- to your perked up bottom— specifically your baby pink seamless panties— caught his attention.

he mentally cursed himself as he felt his trousers tightening by the second, mind full of images of your bare body and what it would look like writhing underneath him as he drove himself in and out of you repeatedly.

malfoy shook his head slightly as he caught himself from going too far with said thoughts.

yet he couldn’t help the devious smirk that crawled up his sharp features as he took slow strides to your still naïve form.

i’m gonna have a shit ton of fun putting this little one on her place.

he didn’t dare make a sound until he stood right behind you.

“boo!” 

you were sure your shriek could’ve been heard all the way to the common room.

“what the fuck, malfoy?” you yelled, putting a hand to your chest as you tried to steady your breathing.

“yeah ‘what the fuck’ is right you little minx, what the hell do you think you’re doing in my dorm!” that shut you up. the top of your ears went hot as you fumbled with your hands behind your back, trying to put on your best innocent look as you timidly looked up.

that only made the tent in his pants grow bigger.

“‘s nothing” you mumbled, not daring to even meet his piercing gaze.

“oh you’re in for it, dove” he warned, his tone having that one hint of dominance that made your legs quiver. “what do you me—” your question was cut short as draco hooked his hands under your arm sockets, a small yelp leaving your lips as you wriggled in his hold, that earned you a firm slap on your left arse cheek.

he dropped you down on his mattress, watching as you bounced slightly off it on your landing “what is wrong with you?” you confronted, a whine leaving your lips right after as he pinned both of your arms above your head.

“i don’t tolerate sneaky brats that swear they can get away with everything- i’ve had it with you and i think its about time i teach you some manners, sweetheart” explained draco, his enlarging cock giving a small twitch as he watched your eyes cloud with lust.

you swallowed thickly before answering, “yes please” your voice was small and meek, a wave of arousal gushing out of you and dampening your underwear as you watched him grin slightly in approval, his hands making quick work of getting rid of his shirt.

“uhm, malfoy” you tripped over your words, your face heating up. 

“what is it?” he paused his movements from where he was lowering your skirt.

“jus’ wanted to let you know i’ve never done this before” you muttered, feeling your heart thump loudly in your ribcage as you studied his reaction, which consisted of an intake of breath as he threw his head back, groaning as he felt blood rushing to his erect girth quicker than before.

it was as if he was seeing you in a whole different light, wanting nothing else than to fuck you until you begged him to stop— he wanted you to have your first time with him to be burned in your mind, so if you ever even thought about letting anyone else fuck you, the first thing that came to mind was how good he made you feel.

“merlin you’re gonna be the death of me, i swear” this made you giggle, seeing a guy get so frustrated to fuck you to the point his nails left scratches over your legs as he rapidly took your clothes off brought you immense satisfaction.

you now lay bare except for your drenched undies on draco’s bed. his hand hovered over your pulsing heat, his tone was promising and seductive when he spoke, “gonna make sure to leave this sweet cunt leaking with my cum” he delivered two small pats to it, causing a small shiver to spark through your spine.

draco settled his palms on your knees, spreading them apart so he had good access to your sopping core. his eyes went almost black as he saw the wet patch that decorated the cloth in the center.

two fingers slid it to the side, leaving draco to have a clear view of how bad you wanted this “my god, baby” he said “all of this for me?” he teased, hooking the same digits around the elastic band to drag it down your legs.

“gonna make sure this little pussy is all swollen and sensitive once i’m done with you” he didn’t even give you time to respond before he was slipping a finger in easily, making a small whimper leave your lips.

“draco- please” you pleaded, gasping when a second finger pumped in and out of your dripping hole.

“what is it baby? want my cock already you greedy slut?” he degraded, catching you off-guard but still clenching tightly around his long digits nonetheless.

you hummed in agreement, letting out a small cry as you felt his fingers sped up their thrust inside you, momentarily stopping to curl them and caress that one spot that had you seeing stars. 

“draco— shit!” you cursed, grabbing ahold of his wrists as your moans grew louder, the squelching sounds that came from your heat only dragging you to your peak faster. 

ecstasy clashed through your veins at an inhuman speed, feeling your eyes roll into the back of your head as you came without a warning, your juices spilling down onto his silk sheets. “that’s a good girl” praised draco, still finger-fucking you through your high. “can’t wait to feel you cream around my cock next”

you hissed slightly as he pulled his fingers out, letting the juices that covered them drip down to your buzzing nub.

“think you can take my cock now?” he questioned. though he was already pulling his trousers, along with his boxers, down.

you gaped at his size, suddenly feeling small and delicate in comparison to his thick length. but you wanted to feel that mouth-watering burn everyone gloted about, you wanted to feel him so deep inside you until he was bulging out of your stomach, feel that toe curling orgasm that only a good fuck could reach.

“want it” you babbled, five senses numbing into one. you watched him with beady eyes as he made his way to his nightstand, pulling out what seemed to be a silk tie from the bottom drawer.

you thought he might blindfold you. but no, he wanted you to watch him enjoy this too, watch him as he fucked you into delirium. hard.

instead, he took both of your hands and tied them together, pressing them down against his pillows as you squirmed in anticipation, wanting nothing more than to have him inside you.

“you’re gonna be a good little toy and stay nice and still for me, hm?” he was now on top of you, teasing your slit with the head of his cock.

“yes— promise” you whimpered, spreading your legs further as a silent plea for him to slide inside you.

he complied, chuckling a quiet “eager slut” before bottoming out inside you with one quick thrust. 

it hurt at first, your face contorted into a grimace as you tried to relax your tense muscles. “easy princess— fuck you’re so tight” soothed draco, stilling his hips before starting out at a murderous pace, making your eyes roll to the back of your head.

his voice was pure sex to your ears “little whore— i knew a little thing like you would love being fucked like a dumb toy”

his palms cupped your bouncing breasts as his tip continuously brushed that one spot inside you that had you crying out the blonde’s name like a prayer.

“whose dumb slut are you, baby?”

“yours! all yours— god you fuck me so good” you gasped, tears threatening to fall from your eyes as draco’s unmerciful thrusts edged you closer to the seventh heaven.

his cock twitched inside you, signaling that he was close to.

“you gonna cum around my cock and scream my name, angel? or is that baby brain not capable of even thinking anymore?” he faked a pout in the end, fighting off the smirk that wanted to crawl up his face as he saw you babble his name along with a few no’s and i’m a big girl!’s

ecstasy swam around your system as you watched draco groan in euphoria, his abdomen flexing as he pounded into you, his cock twitching with every thrust as he held on your soft mounds.

his praises sent you tumbling over for the second time. “such a pretty cunt, could fuck you all day if you let me, princess”

your orgasm blinded you for a few seconds as your pussy contracted around draco; which sent him over the edge too.

“my god, i’m gonna fill this little cunt up so good— until you’re fucking swollen with my babies, honey” he grunted, giving a few sloppy thrusts before pulling out, absolutely fucking enthralled with the way his cum seeped out of your spent pussy.

draco bit his lip before he was rolling you on your stomach, ass up and face buried in his pillows as you whimpered in sensitivity.

“hurts”

“this time i’m gonna fuck you stupid for your useless ass house beating us” he winked, right palm sprawling out on the swell of your bum as the other cradled your hip, stabilizing your body before he was balls deep inside you.

“such a sore loser” you chuckled, basking in the thrill of it all as he gave you back to back orgasms.

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