I just wanna love someone who calls me “Baby”

ALSO, IM HANRIM IS SUCH A FINE WOMAN. UGH, I am so obsessed.

omfg i wanna take a big bite of his biceps

contains hwa-jin being the best boyfriend, age gap relationship (duh) - reader is around 24-25 so completely legal, fluff & a little angst.

content warnings mentions of violence and bullying, some harassment but nothing crazy, no smut but hints towards adult activities.

Bucky:

Ava:

Bonus: Yelena who's been eavesdropping probably

Ava and Bucky's profiles in From Endgame to Doomsday: A Marvel Studios Visual Dictionary: Avengers, Allies, and Foes.

Ava: How'd he get so jacked anyway?

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Your husband is a very busy man.

You’ve long been aware of this fact, and while you do not mind his perpetual need to be productive, and you acknowledge just how good he is at his job (no matter how strange said job seemed to you at first), the sheer amount of time he’s spending away from you, travelling to schools all across the country on a hectic, jam-packed schedule, is starting to get to you.

You keep in touch, of course, texting and calling every day, with Hwa-jin regularly sending you smirking, victorious selfies of his face, slightly smeared with blood or grime, or the occasional “i miss you, baby”, that never fails to send your heart pumping.

The thing is, however, that the longer you two are apart, the needier you get. This shouldn’t surprise you, given the fact that your body has gotten used to being an enthusiastic and regular participant in your marital relations, which have, as of late, completely ceased to exist. Nevertheless, the strength of your irritation when you wake up this morning to find the other side of the bed empty once again, almost knocks the wind out of you.

This lingering sensation of irritation at the world, born out of your pent-up sexual frustration, follows you even as you get up to tend to your morning routine, and sticks just beneath the surface of your skin as you leave your apartment to go to work.

Hwa-jin texts you throughout the day, retelling you the events of some intense bike chase in Daegu, and although at any other time you would have loved to carefully read about what he’s up to, remind him to take care of himself and rest when he can, this time every single notification with his name on it sends a startling pulse between your legs — it’s this strange Pavlov’s dog situation, where the name Hwa-jin has become equivalent in your mind to sexual relief, pleasure, sex, orgasms, moaning and—

God, you really need to pull yourself together. How are you this horny?

As you type on your computer, completing an overdue report that you’d been putting off for a while now, barely managing to fend off the memory of coming on your husband’s tongue three weeks ago, you briefly contemplate whether Hwa-jin is affected by this pause in your sex life as you are — sure, he’s been keeping busy, but his sexual appetite is even bigger than yours.

So you can’t be the only one suffering, right?

When you get home that day, your body still flushed and much too overheated, your eyes are unnervingly focused. Only one thing is on your mind — payback.

So, you open your closet, searching through countless silky nightgowns and lacy lingerie sets, all specially bought to entice your husband at some point or another, some of them even slightly torn due to his notorious impatience, but nothing seems to catch your attention. You sigh as you take a step back, gaze drifting from your closet to his.

It’s precisely then when your eyebrow raises in inspiration. You’re sure that if it were possible, a light bulb would be going off right at the top of your head.

Well, well. Aren’t you a genius?

Hurriedly, you open his closet, navigating through countless black blazers, shirts, jackets and trousers, to find your favourite article of clothing he has.

It’s nothing special, just a plain light gray shirt, one of the only ones in his possession that aren’t black — you’ve worn it before, in moments like these when you just miss him too much. It hugs your figure like a glove (honestly, some of your dresses don’t fit you so well!) and even though your husband hasn’t worn it in a while, it still carries the unmistakable scent of his cologne.

You undress and put it on in record time, rushing to grab your phone and jump in bed, so fuelled by your own mischief that you can almost ignore the want, still pulsing between your legs.

Almost.

You open the camera app unsurely. You’ve done a lot of things with your husband, but somehow, sending him tactful nudes has never been one of them.

There’s a first time for everything, you suppose.

It takes you more time than you expected. You experiment with the angles, the lighting, the positioning of your body, your state of undress. It’s certainly more work than you gave it credit for, but you can’t deny how incredibly sexy you feel, doing nothing else besides simply posing for the camera like you have all the time in the world.

By the end, you’ve taken close to a hundred pictures and it takes you an even longer time scrolling through and choosing a couple of the best ones.

You manage to single out a favourite: it’s a picture taken from above, in which you’re laying on your back, the shirt falling off your shoulder to expose the lacy black strap of your bra, the only visible part of your face — your lips — open in a breathy pout, with your naked legs slightly open and your left hand, the one not holding the phone, slipped between them. It’s obvious what you’re doing, but there’s no actual nudity shown, but in your humble opinion, that makes it even hotter.

Your hands slightly shake with anxiety as you send it to your husband, forcing yourself to act as fast you can before you back out from nerves. Drowning in a bravery-induced adrenaline rush, you also type:

I miss you so much, honey. When are you coming home?

You’re just starting to get up from the bed, intent on taking a very cold shower, when your phone vibrates. Then vibrates again. And again. And again.

You smirk and fall back down onto the soft mattress.

This is working out much faster than you thought.

You open your notifications.

My Hwa-jin 🤍: fuck

My Hwa-jin 🤍: is that my shirt

My Hwa-jin 🤍: baby

My Hwa-jin 🤍: don’t tempt me like this

My Hwa-jin 🤍: you look so beautiful

My Hwa-jin 🤍: my perfect little wife

My Hwa-jin 🤍: gonna ruin you when i get back

You giggle, another pulsing throb of desire shooting right through you.

can’t wait

I’m throbbing for you baby

My Hwa-jin 🤍: yeah?

My Hwa-jin 🤍: fuck I’m so hard right now

My Hwa-jin 🤍: been dreaming of you

My Hwa-jin 🤍: god

My Hwa-jin 🤍: need to fuck you soon or i’ll lose my mind

My Hwa-jin 🤍: such a tease

My Hwa-jin 🤍: in a meeting

My Hwa-jin 🤍: will call you as soon as it ends

Your smile widens in delight, and you decide to up the ante, sending him a video of you rubbing your clit through your panties, your wedding ring which Hwa-jin always loves to see, on full display as you moan his name. Previously, you shyly thought the video to be a little much, especially to send right out of the gate, but his reaction has set something in you on fire and now — there’s no going back.

be careful

turn your volume down

Although the video is only fifteen seconds long, it takes a few minutes to receive a reply. You giggle again as you watch Hwa-jin’s text bubble pop up and disappear, and you take a strange sort of pride in the fact that you’ve rendered him speechless.

Just when you think he won’t reply to you at all, your phone rings with an upcoming call from none other than him. Your heartbeat gets stuck in your throat.

You swallow when you pick up, only to be greeted with total silence on the other end. You swallow nervously, and you can feel your pulse climb upward towards your temples.

Suddenly, you hear your husband’s chuckle.

“What? You getting shy on me now, baby?”

His voice is hoarse and deep, coming from somewhere deep within his chest, and you squeeze your legs in anticipation.

You still don’t respond.

“Hm.” He huffs out a laugh. “You can’t be playing this game when you’re the one that’s got me like this. Fuck, you’ve never done this before.”

“Did…did you like it?” You finally find your voice, holding your breath to hear his response.

This really shouldn’t be as hot as it is.

“Did I like it?” You hear a faint groan and a thump, as if the back of Hwa-jin’s head has made contact with a wall. “I think I made myself clear on that matter, sweetheart. In fact, I liked it so much, I’ve locked myself in a storage closet, groping myself like a damn teenager.”

You let out a quiet laugh.

“Yeah? Well, it’s what you deserve for leaving me alone like this, honey. Consider it punishment. A woman has her needs, you know.”

“Oh, is that right? This is all my fault, then? I can’t tend to your needs?” He mocks you, practically cooing on the last word.

You both know it isn’t true, that he leaves you much more than satisfied, but you lay back in bed with the full intention of playing this game, getting comfortable, as you slowly reach one hand into your panties.

“It is your fault. I’m aching for you and it’s all your fault, Hwa-jin.”

You’re sure your husband can tell you’re touching yourself by your breathy voice, by the way it gets high-pitched at the end of every sentence. You can hear his shaky inhale, and his voice has somehow gotten even deeper when he replies.

“Then let me ease that ache, baby. I’ve been a bad husband, haven’t I? I’ve neglected my beautiful wife, left her all wet and wanting. Are you wet? I’m sure you are. I can hear it from all the way over here. Bet you’re clenching around nothing, so desperate to be filled. Gonna give it to you good when I get back, you’ll be dripping for days, shit—“

You moan, throwing your head back. Your husband has always been good at talking dirty, but this is on another level. The most irritating thing is that he’s right, your panties are practically soaked, and your hole is certainly fluttering. Frustrated tears keep building up in the corner of your eyes — you feel good, but you’re impatient, your fingers aren’t built like his, they don’t reach that same spot quite as easily, they aren’t like his—

“Hwa-jin, what did you— what did you dream about?” You ask desperately, trying your best to keep the tremble out of your voice, recalling the comment he had made over text.

The unmistakable sound of a zipper being pulled down reaches your ears. You can tell what he’s up to, and it sends another rush of wetness gushing through you.

“Hm, been dreaming about bending you over the couch for days. Every night, when I close my eyes, it’s the same fucking dream — you bent over our coach, screaming my name, while I pound into you. And it feels so fucking real, baby. You’re so soft, and tight, and I can almost smell that damn perfume of yours. It’s been driving me crazy all week. And then you decide to send me shit like this, and I—“ He lets out a muffled moan and you can hear those slick, upward-downward motions as he pleasures himself and your back arches when your fingers finally reach that spot inside of you.

A part of you finds this wildly arousing, that despite hundreds of kilometres keeping you apart, he can make you unravel with only his voice.

“I can’t control myself. You drive me crazy, you know you do. Didn’t even want to cum, wanted to save it all for you when I got back, every last drop. But then you send me things like that and what am I supposed to do? I’m a weak man when it comes to you.”

You whimper at his words, at the sheer vulnerability of them, the palm of your hand putting delicious pressure against your aching clit.

“I wish you were here, baby. I wish you could make me cum. You always make me cum so good, I love you so much—“ You whisper, getting emotional the way you always do when the pleasure is getting too much for you to take.

You close your eyes and imagine it’s not your fingers, but his, that are pumping in and out of you right now. You imagine he’s lying above you, smirking down at you, whispering sweet nothings into your ear, kissing you, holding you. You imagine your legs locked around his waist as your nails scratch his back, imagine getting pressed down on the couch as he takes you from behind, his big, strong hands gripping your hips.

You have to make do with the fact that the real Hwa-jin, however, can, in this moment, only give you what you want with his voice. Can only dull the greediness inside of you through a phone.

“I know, I know I do, I love you too, more than you know. Wish I was there with you right now, you have no idea. Bet you look real pretty, you always do. You gonna cum for me, sweetheart?”

You nod your head vigorously, even though you know he can’t see you. Still, it seems as if he senses your upcoming orgasm by your laboured breathing, the rhythm of which is starting to match his, both of you panting into the receiver like wild animals.

“Hwa-jin—I’m going to—“

“Cum for me, baby. Give it to me.”

You hear the slick sounds get louder and louder, and the thought of him getting off to your noises makes your release barrel towards you at breaking speed until your eyes roll toward the back of your head and your vision goes white in true, unabashed ecstasy.

Your ears are ringing, and you’re barely holding on to the phone, but you still hear the recognisable drawn-out groan, accompanied by expletives, that you’ve come to associate with your husband’s release.

Your vision is still swimming and you’re starting to feel drowsy when Hwa-jin calls out to you.

“Go to sleep, sweetheart. I’ll be home in two days.”

With a sated, satisfied smile, you hum out a tired “I love you” before hanging up, your eyes closing of their own volition. The fire in your hips seems to have finally simmered down.

Not for long, though, you’re sure.

48 hours can’t pass quicker.

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Something something with Bucky trying to seduce Ava for over three years (talking about cooking for her, taking her around the city, making excuses to be in her space) but she’s been completely oblivious.

Something something with Bucky finally snapping and telling her point blank and Ava realizes he’s been trying to seduce her but she never noticed.

Something something with Ava deciding (now that she’s on the same page as him) that she wants to give this a go and try to be seduced by her man.

Inspector Na Hwa-Jin — the man you are