"Fuck, Loki-" you scream, gasping through the orgasm ripping your body apart.

He blows hard against your neck; his stomach resting on yours while it shudders. It squeezes the final sliver of breath from your lungs. His lazy kisses begin to trail down your neck, down your chest.

Your damp hands clutch at his shoulders on his descent. "No, stay..."

Loki's lips fasten around a nipple, flashing you a wicked look. It releases with a wet pop. "I'm not going anywhere, love." he murmurs, shuffling back on the bed and settling between your thighs.

His fingers curl beneath your knees, hoisting them over his shoulders as he acrobatically dips to your cunt.

"Loki..." you squirm, embarrassment beginning to creep in. "I'm a mess."

"Yes," your god says with a wolfish smile. "You are. I made sure of it."

Before you can think, his mouth latches to your pussy; soaking with your cum and his. His tongue curls inside your slit, filthy slurps of pleasure between the flat licks against your clit which make your eyes roll back.

The god is relentless; chin wet and slippery and smooth over your sex. You cum into his mouth with a cry of his name, fists curling around the bedsheets.

Loki surfaces with an unmistakably thick rivulet of his seed rolling from the corner of his smirk. "I saved you some..." he says, eyes glinting.

He lunges forwards, lips covering yours in a ferocious kiss. You can feel his solid cock pressing against your hip; the taste of him fresh on his own tongue making you feral.

"Again?" he grunts. It's as close as he gets to a plead.

"Again..." you say.

He detached his earpiece. He didn’t need Wilson’s jarring voice telling him what his own eyes could plainly see.

The moody god crossed his legs, waving at the waitress and motioning to the empty glass in his hand.

She nodded with a sultry smile as Loki readjusted his spine against the seat, suit feeling suddenly tighter as he let his gaze wander back to you sitting alone at the bar.

Loki's proud brow creased as he tilted his chin to his chest. You were ignoring him, as you should. But still, it smarted.

The god’s eyes followed the cocky gait of the target making his way predictably through the parting crowd. Loki curled a forefinger to his lips, basking in the shadows as he watched the play unfold through narrowed eyes.

You knew what you were doing. You could kill the mobster with a well-timed flick of your hand to that special place on a man’s neck and yet…

Loki saw a smile light on your lips like a cigarette in the darkness. Introductions were made, the target's inability to have your attention denied to him was infuriatingly predictable.

She is irresistible, after all Loki thought grudgingly, taking the refreshed glass from the waitress with a silent nod of thanks.

You rested your chin on your palm, flirtations in your every movement making Loki’s breaths grow heavy; concealed in the shadows.

Your mission was simple.

Get the target alone, avoiding the suspicion of his henchmen hidden somewhere in the buzzing crowd. Subdue him and procure the USB drive from his person. Loki had no reservations that you would be able to complete this mission without his interference.

And that was what he was afraid of.

He had long accepted, albeit reluctantly, that his feelings for you ran beyond what was deemed acceptable in a ‘professional’ setting. His guttural moans of your name as he braced against the wall of his shower; spilling his seed against the tiles, was testament to that.

The ring of your laughter broke him from his trance, eyes narrowing.

He could feel the clench in his jaw tighten, seeing in slow motion as you uncrossed and re-crossed those sinfully bare legs.

'The target is a leg man' you had said in the briefing room earlier. Loki scoffed at the memory, choking back a growl as the villain’s hand skated past the edge of your dress.

One would not have to be a leg man, Loki thought, to wish to bury his face between those tantalising thighs.

In the cover of darkness he tilted his head, one hand curled around the glass while the other tightened in a fist. His short fingernails dug into the soft flesh of his palm. The sight of the man bending into the curve of your neck; whispering pathetically inept platitudes into your ear.

It made him writhe with jealous hatred. Vengeful desire.

“Don’t” he murmured under his breath. Loki watched with bated breath as your fingers ran down that elegant neck he so often thought of marking with rough kisses.

The target’s eyes followed the trail of your hand, ghosting over supple cleavage. That dress was so short. So tight. Loki could never recall seeing you dressed in anything so provocative. If he had, he was sure it would have featured in his fantasies as he tugged his cock mercilessly atop his tangled bedsheets.

He frowned, seeing a self-satisfied smirk spreading across the stranger’s face as he indulged himself with a lingering leer down your neckline.

Those perfect lips of yours fastened seductively around the straw of your drink. You sucked gently, making your cheekbones hollow as you gazed into the target's eyes.

“Norns above…” Loki rumbled quietly, shaking his head. He pursed his lips as he straightened in his seat, feeling his cock twitch. Your practised hand crept up the stranger's thigh, making him reshuffle on the barstool where he perched.

“Gods.” Loki muttered in frustration, exhaling deeply. The sight of your seductions was making him unbearably horny; marinating in envy. Desire smouldered in the god’s belly, burning downward towards his groin as he tried to concentrate.

His eyes flickered around the room, searching for henchman lurking in the shadows. That was his job after all.

Stop it, he chided himself. He could feel his manhood thickening beneath the dark material of his suit, hardening traitorously as your perfect thighs taunted his periphery.

The curve of your skirt hoisted upwards as you leant forward, whispering wanton words in the mobster’s ear as your arm draped over his shoulder; breasts pressed against his chest.

Loki groaned, fist involuntarily flying to his mouth to stifle it. He leant forward, rubbing his forearms purposefully down his thick thighs. If I didn’t know better, he thought; I’d think she was doing this on purpose.

It wasn’t often that Loki Laufeyson wished himself to be in a lesser man’s shoes. Never, in fact. But as your hand crawled further up the target's thigh, fingertips grazing his surely disappointing manhood; Loki conceded that tonight he would indeed wish himself in another man’s trousers.

He hissed, pinching his leg tightly as you sucked your fingertip, lashes fluttering in the soft glow of the bar lights. Loki swallowed, his unblinking eyes prickling with dryness as he tried to contain the lethal magic simmering beneath the skin of his palms.

The target suddenly stood. A coquettish laugh tinkled from your lips as you hopped from the stool and straightened that short little dress.

Loki shrank back in the shadows, watching through lowered eyes as you followed the man towards the fire exit, your hand in his.

Laufeyson's orders were simple – stay on guard. Do not get involved unless required. But Loki had seen the way the target moved towards the doorway, a slight limp betraying his body's readiness to fuck you senseless.

I think not. Loki thought, hot blood thundering in his ears.

He downed his drink, hair flicking back as his jaw set with purpose. His long legs unfurled, rising and slipping to the side as he rolled the sleeves of his shirt over his forearms.

The god slid subtly through the darkness. The glow of the fire exit light guiding a path through bustling crowds gyrating in sweaty ecstasy around him.

He took a deep breath, pushing the door with ease and slipping inside. Moans of exaggerated pleasure wafted from around the corner of the dark hallway, Loki's looming form casting a long shadow across the floor.

His teeth ground together as a twisting nausea rolled in his gut. Those sounds were his to command. His body directing the course of your pleasures. You were his. Even if you were yet to be party to that fact.

And Loki would make sure you knew it before the night was out.

The handle of a familiar dagger appeared within his grip, the war-haze of his emotions running ahead of his mind. Carefully, he stalked to the corner; grunts of feral need leaking from the target under your attentions indicating your mission was a resounding success.

“Yesss, baby” you groaned, your head tilted back towards the wall as the mobster’s hands roamed that sacrosanct body, tainting you with his inferiority.

Loki watched one of your hands rub the target’s crotch, the other snaking indecipherably into the hip pocket of his jeans.

“Uhhhh fuck, you filthy whore. You like what you feel, baby?” the oblivious man groaned, thrusting his groin against your body.

A shiver of rage roll over the god’s skin. Blinded to downfall by his own base desires, Loki sneered. What a fool.

Silently he stepped over the threshold of the corner, striding gracefully towards the man draped over you. A loud thwack sounded as the god smacked him to the side of the head with the butt of his dagger; clenched in an iron fist.

“Loki!?” you gasped, as the target fell to the concrete floor with a thud. His blade glinted in the low lighting from solitary bulb hanging haphazardly above, your heavy breathing echoing as you fiddled with the straps of your dress.

“I have it..I have the-”

The target groaned, beginning to crawl towards the exterior door. Loki rolled his eyes, baring his teeth in a snarl.

He took two short steps, stomping him sharply in the ribs with his heel. The man exhaled loudly as the furious god squatted down, pulling the mobster's hair back and thudding his forehead against the ground once.

Satisfied, he rose. Asgard's dark prince turned to you slowly with his chin lowered, his jaw clenched; eyes smouldering in the darkness. Every inch the vengeful god.

Heat blossomed beneath your skin as you stumbled back against the brick; wetness sliding against your thighs. Loki’s hand slammed to the wall beside your shoulder, his breathing heavy as you cowered beneath him. Your eyes widened, breaths short.

You weren’t afraid of what he might do. You were afraid of what he might not.

His stare was ablaze with lingering anger, a possessive, feral flame simmering beneath that flawless skin.

A reaction, you thought, waves of excitement frothing through your centre. Finally.

Half-lidded eyes stared into your own as his tongue nervously flickered over his bottom lip. Restraining himself.

You wished he wouldn’t, just this once.

“Loki?” you repeated, his name no more than a whisper. “Is he dead?”

You cast your eyes down to the sprawled figure of the target at your feet. Loki shrugged. “Does it matter?” he murmured, a devilish smile flickering at the corner of his mouth.

The surrounding gloom cast over his features, sharp cheekbones carved from shadows. His previously immaculately slicked back hair fell around his steadfast jaw. You stared up at him defiantly, waiting for him to speak.

He always spoke.

“You have it?” he murmured, a half-smile tugging at his lip as you raised the USB to eye level and slid it inside your lingerie.

“I had the situation under control, Laufeyson” you purred, straightening his tie. You saw his taunt bicep flex from the corner of your eye where he had you caged, his eyebrow twitching at your touch; the palm on the wall slipping slightly.

“Of that I have no doubt, Agent” Loki growled darkly, taking a step closer so his hips were flush against yours. “But you see, I find myself very much not in control of this particular...situation. It is a most peculiar feeling. I fear, it must be rectified.”

Your breaths staggered as a hard mass pressed against your thigh, pulling slowly upwards against the thin material of your dress.

“Oh?” you whispered, the intended coyness catching in your throat as his mouth hovered by your own.

“Mmmm” he hummed in vague response, brushing his lips against your skin like a fucking tease.

“L-Loki?” you choked, as his fingertip trailed down the bare warmth of your shoulder.

“Yes, Agent?”

You tugged his tie sharply, drawing his face in front of yours. A knowing smirk was plastered across his unbearably handsome features; his hard-on pulsing gently against your desperate skin.

In a second, you clashed together. A mess of tongues and teeth hungrily pressed against the dirty wall as Loki’s hands ran down the curve of your waist like a man possessed.

Your mind was hazy, his mouth descending like a predator over the curve of your neck. He was everything your soul needed. Everything your body desired. He was everything; and he was devouring you with a violent need like you had never known.

“Do you want this, Agent?” he muttered darkly against your skin, the deep tones of his voice seeping beneath the surface like warm oil.

You kissed him ravenously in confirmation, the firm wetness of his tongue silencing unspoken thoughts as your back arched against the wall.

Long fingers raked through your hair, tugging your head back as he sucked a bruising kiss into the veins of your neck. Your hands grasped at his torso, un-tucking his shirt from those sinfully fitted trousers.

“Come now, Agent…” he purred, hoisting your ass forwards; making his thick thigh edge between your own. “Don’t you think you deserve better than a quick fuck in a dark hallway?”

You looked at him sceptically, noting the mischievous smile curling at the corners of the god’s lips.

“You knew exactly what you were doing, Laufeyson…” you muttered, roughly sliding a heavy buckle through its holster.

He chuckled, shoulders flexing as he watched your busy hands at work, a whisp of a groan filling the air as you grazed his straining manhood.

“You’re right, Agent” he murmured, as the belt clattered to the concrete floor. “I do know what I’m doing.”

Heavy base thundered through the stone at your back, waves of sound rolling sporadically through your consciousness as the real world melted away.

Loki leant forward, effortlessly spreading his palms around the tops of your thighs and lifting you against the wall. Your legs wound around his hips, the pressure of his mouth massaging into yours with pure, feral longing. Blood boiling in your veins.

You gasped as his fingers slid past the weak boundaries of your soaking panties, gracefully playing through the wetness of your folds. “So wet darling, I do hope that cannot be attributed to our unresponsive friend.”

He nodded towards the figure strewn on the floor.

“Shut up, asshole.” you hissed, pulling his face sharply to yours. The taste of his saliva was addictive, moreish. You wanted it to coat every part of you, every single inch. The things that the infuriating god had done to you in your head with that talented tongue buried between your thighs...but that would have to wait.

Loki hoisted you higher as his grip on your ass tightened. A free hand buried between his legs, a subtle bend of his knees indicating that your professional relationship was about to be irrevocably ruined.

“Fuckkkk, yes, come on...” you groaned, feeling the tip of his thick cock tease against your slippery pussy, pushing your panties to the side. He held it firm at the entrance, that smug smirk playing at his lips again as darkened eyes glinted in the shadows.

“I was watching you…” he murmured, rubbing the head teasingly at your soaking lips as you keened beneath him.

Your hips thrust forward, aching to feel him fill you with what your body craved. “You’re very good at your job, Agent. How is a mere mortal man ever to know what is real, and what is fiction?”

His words were goading, but the twinge of insecurity in his tone shuddered the air. Your forearms rested on his broad shoulders, the tight cotton creasing on every flex of his breaths in the half-darkness.

You let your fingers run through his hair, tugging it backwards; making him hiss as his strong chin pointed to the ceiling.

“I knew you were watching me, Loki” you whispered against his neck, feeling a rumble of need erupting in his throat. “His henchmen could have been spiking your drink and you’d have been none the wiser. You couldn’t take your pretty eyes off me, could you?”

Loki shook his head, earning himself another sharp tug of his hair. You placed gentle bites along his jaw, savouring the soft moans they delivered. “I may have been playing the target, Laufeyson...but I was playing you, too.”

With a growl, the god thrust himself mercilessly deep.

Your head fell back, features twisted in a grimace of pleasure as your fantasies came real in one tight squeeze of his hips. He paused, tendrils of hair brushing against your cheeks as he panted above you. “Are you alright?” he murmured tenderly, seeing you nod below him.

Loki’s thighs clenched, propelling him upwards into your soaking pussy once again. A guttural groan you had never heard before flew from your throat, your body overwhelmed by the sensation as he began to fuck you against the cobbled wall.

“Jesus Christ” you whimpered, as his face buried in your neck. Every centimetre of your body was electrified by his pulsing thrusts, his incomparable cock unlocking deep pockets of undiscovered pleasure.

He chuckled against your bare skin. “Wrong one, darling” he purred, “let me hear your true god’s name fall from your lips as he takes you.”

-

You sighed, back arching as Loki’s fingers grazed against your nipple. The flimsy lace of your bra was no barrier to his intentions, fizzing nerves lighting beneath his purposeful touch as he circled the sensitive point. “Loki…” you moaned loudly, making him grunt in approval.

“Louder.” he muttered, biting the curve of your shoulder; making you yelp.

“Lokiii…” you groaned, an echo resounding down the dark corridor against the hum of thundering music.

“My name on your lips like that, Agent..uhhh...N-norns, I could g-get used to t-that.”

Loki’s primal sounds of pleasure had grown heavy, erratic. You could feel your walls beginning to clench around his girth, waves of pre-climax threatening to overwhelm you at any moment.

Your fingers tussled at his collar, grazing the skin of his neck as you panted his name to the ceiling with every upwards heave.

White noise sounded in your ears; your vision blurry; the feeling of going over a hill in the backseat of a car rising in your belly with every purposeful rise of his powerful hips. “Im-g-going to c-come, Loki...I’m-ohgod..fuckk-”

The god flicked his hair over his shoulders, drawing you closer to his chest. The angle was too much.

With a thundering cry of his name you came over him, wetness spurting around the pillar of flesh seated deep inside you. Your ass collided with the stone, his solid thrusts edging as he lost control. “Gods...g-gods, fuck...yes. Gods. Y-yes. Yes.”.

With a feral growl he came, hair blanketing you in darkness as your fingernails dug into the firm muscle of his shoulders.

Rumbles of your name vibrated against your ear; his teeth clamping on the delicate skin of your earlobe as he rode his pleasure alongside your own. Choked moans peppered the air as you both caught your breath; languishing, wet kisses in place of words you couldn’t muster.

A sharp hum stung against the concrete by Loki’s feet, breaking the heady pause.

His face rose from your shoulder, placing you back on solid ground with a sheepish smile. He leant back against the wall with a sigh. The sound was your phone vibrating in the handbag upended to the side. You knew who it would be.

You brought out the comms device you had hidden in your bra, pressing the on-button as you took a steadying breath. “All good, Wilson. Sorry - had some...interference.”

Your hungry gaze ran over Loki’s pleasure-drunk features, a smirk piquing his dimples as his head rested back against the cool brick.

The god’s eyes were closed, lips parted as breathy pants rolled from his heaving chest; utterly spent. And utterly yours.

“Target acquired.” you murmured in confirmation to the microphone at your lips, smiling to yourself before flicking it to the floor.

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You would lead him to the bedroom, still slipping your tongue inside his mouth while you stood at the edge of the bed. He knows where this is going, and he feels the urge to confess the one thing he has been so scared to tell you during your relationship.

“W-Wait, Y/N….I..I have to tell you something.” Jake manages to say with brief pauses due to you constantly capturing his lips.

“What is it, baby? Don’t you want this?” You asked, a tint of worry spreading through your face.

You have been together for months and the two of you had yet to engage in having sex. First you thought he didn’t find you appealing enough to have sex with, but you were soon to learn about the true reason as to why Jake has been so hesitant.

He stared into your eyes as he gathered the courage to say something he has been incredibly insecure about.

“I…I’m a virgin..” Jake confesses, turning his gaze down to his feet in shame.

Your lips formed into an ‘o’ form out of surprise. Somehow you hadn’t really come to that conclusion after all this time.

When you noticed his embarrassed demeanor, you stroked his shoulder blades to comfort him. “Hey, that’s completely fine, Jake. There’s no need to be embarrassed. We will take this slow, okay?” You assured him, which made his face lit up with appreciation of how non-judgemental you were being. “Besides, I find it to be kind of cute that you are. It only means I’ll be the first to explore this gorgeous body of yours.” Your voice sultered.

His eyes widened in surprise, as if he wasn’t mentally prepared to hear that kind of response from you.

You caressed his cheek with one hand while you looked into his gorgeous, blue eyes. “Don’t be nervous, baby. All you have to do is lie down and stay pretty while I take care of you, okay Jakey?”

His cock throbbed from only your words and he gulped, following it with a deep sigh as he tried to calm his nerves. “I’ll count on that.”

As you climbed onto his lap, you pushed his chest backwards for him to lie down beneath you on the bed. You started to ground your hips against his crotch, making him slip out a whine. You chuckled at his responsive nature.

“You’re being so good to me. I love you so much.” You declared, and peppered his face with kisses. His face became redder than ever.

He has always dreamed of being in this position. Having a woman on top of him - someone who loved him despite his ‘flaws’. His friends always taunted him about his nerdy persona, though there was so much more to him other than just having that. And you saw it and loved him for being - well, him.

“Fuck, if you keep doing that, I might just cum.” He groaned. As the words left his lips, he scolded himself internally for admitting that. Why did I say that? I’m fucking pathetic, he thought.

“Aw, just by this? I’m flattered, Jakey. It must mean you’re truly attracted to me. Do you think I’m pretty, baby?”

“Y-Yes, of course…..You’re fucking amazing..I can’t believe I’m so…so lucky to be with you…” he said, his gasping making gaps of his sentences.

“That’s so sweet…I can’t wait to have your cock inside of me.” You said ever so casually, while tweaking his hardened nipple through his shirt.

He whimpered just then, his hips raising up to have closeness to your heating core. “Mmm, mommy!…”

You bit your lip as Jake panted hard and you felt a patch of moisture appear beneath you on Jake’s boxer, confirming he had just released his load. Jake’s arousal got replaced with panic of what had just happened.

“Fuck, oh god, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to cum so fast and call you…that. You must think I’m a freak.” He said and used both of the palm of his hands, hiding his face in shame. “We should end this, this was never a good idea-!”

You put your index finger against his mouth and hushed him. “Shhhh…you don’t have to worry a thing, Jake. It’s normal to be this worked up for your first time. We don’t have to end things when we have just begun, baby.”

He peeked through his palms and saw you climbed off of him, putting your face close to where his cock was creating a tent out of his boxers.

You ran your fingers through the hem of his boxers and pulled a little. “Stay still and make mommy proud while I lap up your cum, Jakey. Don’t want any of your precious cum go to waste. Will you be a good boy and do that for me?”

Jake almost combusted when you referred him as a good boy and yourself as mommy. It was all like a dream come true to him. It became apparent that you were into this. He moaned and frantically nodded. “Y-yes! I’ll be a good boy and stay still for you, mommy!…Wanna make mommy proud..”

You hummed in delight as you pulled his boxers down, revealing Jake’s weeping cock. It was still pulsating from his previous orgasm, and there was so much cum splaying all over. You licked your lips at the sight, wanting nothing more but to slurp up his cum like it’s your last meal.

“Mmm, how delicious…you couldn’t help yourself, could you baby? Such a needy boy you are. And with such a beautiful cock…” you praised, while touching his swollen tip.

His cock hardened back immediately at your touch, and he let out sobbing whimpers of the foreign feeling being given by someone else’s hand. Your hand, nonetheless. You started to stroke him, your face so close to his dick he could feel your light breaths against the sensitive skin. He couldn’t stop holding his gaze at you, wanting to take in every moment of your actions. He held his breath when you stuck out your tongue and reached in for a taste.

You flattened your tongue as you licked his cum-glazed balls and lightly sucked them every once in a while. Jake had a hard time holding still as every nerve called to raise his hips, but he repeated something in his head to prevent from moving a single muscle.

Be good for mommy. Make mommy proud.

Your tongue glided up beneath his shaft, and as you reached the tip, your mouth invaded it and swallowed him whole. Jake gritted his teeth and fisted his hands so hard it almost hurt.

“F-fuck! Oh, shit! Your mouth feels so fucking good,” he cried out.

You hummed around him, your tongue circling around his swollen red tip in an agonizingly slow pace. Jake was so flushed out, and before he could reach close to climax, you removed your mouth with a ‘pop’ and licked your lips.

“You taste so good, baby. One day I’ll let you cum in my mouth but that will have to wait for another time.”

You rose up from the bed and undressed, removing your shorts and panties. Jake kept on ogling at you as you removed your shirt and bra, giving him the perfect view of your breasts.

“Woah…” he gasped, earning a giggle from you. He’s so cute, you thought.

“Now it’s your turn, baby. Remove that t-shirt of yours, will you?” You ordered him. He immediately complied, almost hastily removing it.

Afterwards, you crawled back on top of him and straddled his hips with his cock slotted between your pussy lips. He shuddered from the feeling, knitting his eyebrows in pleasure of your juicy cunt coating his shaft.

You smiled mischievously while you spread your pussy apart with your fingers, giving him an image he will never forget.

“See how wet I am, baby? It’s all for you. Gonna put your fat cock in mommy’s cunt, m’kay? Would you like that, puppy?” You asked teasingly while gliding your folds against him.

“Mmm, Yesss! Oh please! Wanna feel mommy’s pussy around me so much! P-Please, - oh god!”

His head dipped back as you sunk onto his cock, filling your cunt to the brim. You let out a loud moan, feeling every twitch of Jake’s cock inside of you.

“Mmmh, fuck! Oh, you feel so fucking good inside of me, Jake! Such a good boy…taking all of mommy’s pussy..” you praised him while massaging his chest. “Tell me, baby..what do you want me to do?”

Jake barely managed to say, “want you to bounce on me, mommy…use me…”, and with that, you immediately went to work.

You rolled your hips slowly while holding onto his chest. Moans and strained whimpers left your mouth, leaving Jake to be pushed on edge.

“Your cock feels so good inside of me, baby…mmm wanna have you fill me up like this all the time…” you huskily whispered.

“F-fuck, You’re going to be the death of me…” he mumbled, gripping tightly onto your thighs as he tried to last for as long as possible.

You rested on his body while still thrusting your hips against him, and gave him a heated kiss. He moaned in your mouth and let your tongue tangle with his, putting you more intimately than ever before. Your bodies were conjoined for the first time, and it felt so good you could say it was worth all the wait.

Jake started to buck his hips in rhythm with yours, and it created an overstimulation you weren’t ready for as you raised yourself up again, bouncing your ass harder.

“Jake, M’gonna cum! Fuck, I can’t hold it anymore! Oh, god!” You announced through a whine.

Your cunt squeezed him so hard while your juices started to flood down to his base, making Jake almost release his load then and there, but he had managed to edge himself just this once.

“Oh, fuuuucck…I love you so much, mommy…so, so much…” Jake chanted as he continued to chase his high. He was hesitant as to if he was allowed to cum, and he wanted you to tell him he could. He needed you to tell him.

His prayers were answered when you eyed him again and pulled yourself closer to whisper something in his ear.

“If you wanna cum, you can, puppy. There’s nothing to be ashamed of. Cum in mama’s pussy like the good boy you are.”

That was all he needed to hear before he hammered his last thrusts into you harshly and released his load, halting his hips for each spurt of seed that entered your womb. He exhaled and swallowed, never having felt this intense of an orgasm in his life.

You felt your walls being coated with warmth from his load, and you chuckled lowly at the mess you had made Jake become.

“How do you feel, puppy? Did your first time feel good? Did I do a good job?” You asked with a purr, knowing the answer but still longing to hear it.

“….give me a minute or two and I’ll give you an answer…” Jake rasped with a smile, still trying to breathe regularly. You smiled and laid down beside him, stroking his chest as it kept rising due to his heavy breathing. Soon after he was more at ease.

He turned and gave you a sheepish smile before he said; “that was fucking awesome…this was almost too good to be true…did this even happen? Am I dreaming right now?”

You giggled and shook your head. “Nope. Every single moment happened, baby. You did so well. You were so good to me..” you said huskily.

He caught his breath, and he couldn’t contain himself as he closed in for a hug, nuzzling under your neck and giving small pecks to your skin out of gratitude.

“Thank you…for everything. I love you so much, Y/N. I’m so happy to be together with you…missed you so, so much.” Jake murmured.

You started to stroke his hair which made him hum against your skin in delight.

“Me too, baby. Love you so much, puppy.”

Note from author: thank you so much @whoore-for-stucky for sharing your thot! I’ve been meaning to make a fic about this for so long but haven’t gotten the motivation until now. Hope you like it!

Picking your way across the floor on tiptoe, the traitorous squeak of farmhouse wood documented your route as you reached to grasp the edge of the duvet. You slipped inside the sheets, running an eager hand over the naked skin of the man who lay on his stomach; his face turned away.

A silhouette of dark curls was outlined against his pillow falling across wide shoulders in a cascade of temptation. You had been plotting the arrival of this moment all week. The completion of a successful mission, an opportune moment and the clandestine secrecy of darkness.

A muffled groan hummed in the air as he stirred beneath your touch, the light scratch of your nails against his skin calling him from his slumber.

“You’re not supposed to be here...” he muttered groggily, as he turned on to his back to face you, propped up on his elbows.

Tousled hair hung freely around his jaw, faint slivers of moonlight dancing across the lines of his cheekbones through a small gap in the curtain. Despite his chastising tone, the low embers of his voice vibrated with intrigue; a glint of mischief in his eyes still visible in the heavy gloom.

Before he could say another word, you were on top of him. Your thighs encased his own, straddling his hips on the unfamiliar bed beneath you. “Well, well…” he murmured, lying back on the pillow “it seems you find it extremely difficult to stay away from me. Not even a full week...” he tutted.

Loki’s wandering hands ghosted up your thighs, meeting the creases of your hips as you leant down to meet him in a ravenous kiss. Your tongue slid firmly into his mouth, softly caressing the wetness of his own as he let out a low moan. His sweet breath invaded your senses. The scent of him so close after being denied his touch almost too much to bear. You felt your hips thrust against the sheets covering his lower body, your instincts begging you to give in to their primal desires.

You slid your palms wantonly up his torso, the beauty of his smooth skin mellowing the brute force of power that lay beneath. You remembered the enemies that had fallen to his strength this afternoon, the culmination of five days of intense operations.

Magic had rolled from the god like a tsunami, relentlessly crushing the mutant hoard by the dozen as the rest of the team merely picked them off one by one. The memory made your stomach clench with need as he lay beneath you, his muscled legs widening as he raised his knees to rest against your ass.

“We shouldn’t…” he murmured unconvincingly as you began sucking deep kisses into his neck, down towards his shoulder. “They’ll hear us.”

You ignored him, biting gently above his collarbone. The darkness hid a smile forming on your lips as he moaned again beneath your seductions.

“Y/N.” he warned, as you began to rub your pussy purposefully back and forth against his crotch; swelling with pride as you felt his cock harden against your aching core.

“They won’t hear us” you whispered against his cheek, feeling his grip tighten on your thighs. “I’ll be quiet, I promise…”

Loki thrust upwards slowly, pressing the mid-point of his solid girth firmly against your swollen clit. The bedsheet between your bodies was absorbing wetness from between your thighs under the pressure. You were soaking.

“Darling, if you could be quiet I’d have had you every night this week, believe me.” Loki said slowly, his deep voice vibrating the air. His fingers dug into the soft flesh of your behind, willing you to bend to him again.

Your lips met in the darkness, the neediness of your breathy kisses growing with every moment. Loki slid his raised knees closer to his body, inching you up his torso with the backs of his thighs until your core grazed his bellybutton through the cotton sheets.

“But let’s see, shall we? A little test.” he purred, the challenge falling from his lips releasing a sharp ripple deep in your channel. “Although I suspect by the time we are finished, our secret will not be such a secret, pet...”

You rolled your eyes as he pulled your hips further towards him; rougher this time. “I saw that, darling” he muttered coyly, “now bring that delicious pussy up here, I’ve missed her desperately.”

Your stomach fluttered, the fruition of your plans tantalisingly close as you considered the logistics of his request. “Who’s next door?” you questioned quietly, ascending his torso on your knees.

“My brother..” Loki murmured absent-mindedly as he slid his hands to grip your hips above him, “now sit down like a good girl, and try to restrain yourself...”

Your fingers gripped around the aged wood of the headboard as you manoeuvred over the god’s beautiful face. It seemed a shame not to be able to see him wholly in the darkness, the way his brow furrowed in intense concentration as he brought you to climax under his attentions; but then – these were desperate times. You needed him, and he knew it.

It hadn’t been long since the relentless flirting and thinly laced innuendos between you and he had spilled over to the best sex you had ever had in your life. Possibly the best sex anyone had ever had. You couldn’t compute there being another level to what was possible from Loki Laufeyson, the thought made you shudder. You had thought it would be easy to maintain the ruse of ambivalent cordiality between you this week in close quarters with the rest of the mission team. But you were wrong.

He had taunted you relentlessly; intentionally or not, as you fought to remain an air of neutrality. The tight t-shirts he’d taken to wearing edged above his hips as he yawned animatedly on entry to the kitchen each morning as breakfast sizzled. The way he brazenly dropped his armour in front of you in the tiny kit room as the others suited up; bending over purposefully to retrieve it. Everything he said sounded like it was designed to make you squirm with desire. You needed him tonight. Now. Like a fix.

With a staggered breath of anticipation you lowered your hips to meet his open mouth; a dark moan of approval humming beneath you like a luxury engine as his skin met yours. God, he was heaven.

His tongue slid gently between your folds, already plumped by flushed, hot blood. It was gentle. Soft. He knew you would be sensitive after a week without his attention.

The tip traced gently around your entrance, lavishing every crevice with its blessing. You sighed against the width of warmth that slid up your centre, his flattened tongue pressing smoothly upwards to rest on your swollen clit.

“Lokiiii” you sighed, as he sucked you gently.

His arms looped underneath your spread thighs, his hands spreading slowly over the tops to steady you. Strong fingertips melded keenly to your flesh, gripping your curves as he pushed you further down to his waiting tongue. Your grip tightened on the wooden headboard, nails digging into the ageing varnish as your lips pressed together to silence a cry.

He vibrated with a chuckle beneath you, enjoying the trap of your own making. A shudder of pleasure rolled low in your belly as Loki licked a thick stripe up the centre of your cunt, returning back eagerly to pull your wet lips into his mouth. “Ahhh, Loki” you moaned quietly, the groan that followed resonating in your sinuses as you stifled your delirium against his work.

Slowly, you began to gyrate your hips against his face; following the instruction of his hands on your ass as he pleasured you religiously. From his open mouth you could hear breathy pants of arousal, every lap of his wet muscle mixing with audible appreciation. He moaned gently as he claimed the nectar given so freely by your body, his hips making soft thrusts behind you in time with his jaw.

Loki slipped his tongue inside your pussy, firing with the first ripples of orgasmic plateau; “Fuuuuck-yesss” you hissed, catching yourself before you screamed it. His nose pressed against your mound as he consumed you leisurely, flickers of moonlight illuminating the lustful concentration on his brow.

Black waves tumbled over the pillow beneath him, his biceps flexing against their tight grip winding against your open thighs and forcing you down upon him. He was relentless. Loki swirled his tongue across your folds, dipping against each centre of pleasure he knew so well in perfect rhythm as he rocked you towards climax at a torturously slow pace.

You were glad it was dark. Expressions twisted your face between awe and excruciation as you fought to hold back the thunders of pleasure building in your throat. Sweat building on your palms made the headboard slide beneath your grip; hands finding the wall above as you grasped for purchase against the coming tide. Low, harsh grunts escaped your lips as Loki’s tongue slipped inside you again. He drew it back out only to press the whole width devastatingly against your fizzing bundle of nerves, enjoying your extended undoing.

You had been on the plateau of orgasm for minutes, teetering addictively between realms. He knew. He always knew. He was biding his time until you couldn’t hold on any more. Until the loud moan of his name building like gunpowder deep in your throat was unstoppably lit. Did he want them all to hear? Or, at the very least, his brother sleeping on the other side of this wall.

“Loki I’m gon-gonna”

He squeezed your thighs knowingly, his eyes fluttering open; crinkling in amusement as you looked down at him desperately. The feeling of his forearms pressed against the backs of your thighs, pulling you deeper into his hungry mouth, was going to make you tip over the edge. You weren’t ready.

You pawed at the wall, trying to focus on any identifying feature on the blank canvas which could distract you while you tried not to tumble into insanity. God how you needed to scream.

With a slip of his palms, Loki raised your hips; scooting himself forward and delving deep into your core with one heavy, mercilessly flattened lick that enveloped you.

You melted against the headboard. The soaring crescendo in your belly howling for freedom as you came deeply into his waiting mouth.

The god's arms encased your thighs, trapping you to him. He owned your pleasure as your hips shuddered above him; seeing stars. Flecks of light crowded your vision as your brow twisted, lips parted in a mercifully silent cry. He drank it in greedily, lapping carefully at your soaking pussy coating him after six nights of absence from his prowess.

Your forearms braced against the wall as the final throes of your release faded. The feeling of gentle laps massaging the edges of your slit fastidiously a reminder of your lover savouring every drop you had to give.

A sigh caught in your throat as you leant back, straddling his chest, catching your breath. The first speckles of dawn had crept through the tight gap in the curtains, the tentative light teasing across Loki’s face. His dimples glowed in the gloom as he smiled knowingly; enjoying the puddled mess you had become under his touch. His lower face glinted with the sheen of cum and saliva spread across his lips, his chin, his nose.

“I’m impressed, darling” he murmured, brushing a strand of damp hair from your forehead, “you hardly made a sound. I must be losing my touch.”

You smacked him lightly on the arm, pleased that you had proved him wrong. A rare moment, indeed.

“You did however, hit the wall quite a few times.” he chuckled, his eyebrow raising as his dimples grew deeper. Your eyes widened before you resigned yourself with a shrug, “You can blame mice.”

“Mice?” Loki snorted, “Even my stupid brother wouldn’t fall for that…”

“He bought that you were performing the heimlich manoeuvre on me in the garages last week so yes...I think he would, actually.” you scoffed, as your secret lover smiled below you.

“Perhaps you’re right, my little vixen” he purred, sitting up to catch you in a kiss; the taste of your cum heavy on his tongue as he leant into you with a firm thrust of his hips.

“Now get out of here and back to bed” he muttered breathlessly, “before I flip you over and irrevocably destroy the clandestine element of our arrangement.”

You slipped off his body, your wet centre clinging optimistically to his hardened cock hidden beneath the cotton sheet which separated you. “I could do it, you know...I’ve proved I can be quiet” you huffed, straightening your flimsy nightdress.

“I wasn’t talking about you, darling. Tis’ I who would not be able to contain my cries of pleasure...” he smirked, turning to rest on his side; one hand raking through his hair as he leant against it.

“Now go. Before I change my mind..." he murmured coyly, fluffing the pillow beneath him.

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Loki hummed approval, a deep lust-filled rumble vibrating the low set volume. You could see him so clearly... closing his eyes, his fingers wrapping around the thick base of his ready manhood. God, it had been days. He would be so fucking hard. "And I you, darling...have you called to tell me how the mission is going?" he coyed, staggered breaths sneaking their way between the words. You shook your head, hearing Loki chuckle again at the silence. "Are you touching yourself, my sweet thing?" he purred darkly, making you arch your back against the bed. A whimper escaped you in confirmation. "Do you miss my body pressing down on yours hmm? Do you wish my hands were pulling that perfect arse back onto my thick cock as I howl your name? Is that what my needy lover wishes me to verbalise for her?" Your fingers pressed deeper against the skin above your clit as your eyelids fluttered shut. With his voice, you didn't need two hands. "Or do you miss my words?" he growled, sucking air between his teeth as he tightened the grip around himself. "All of it, baby..." you groaned softly, willing him to continue. He let out a staggered sigh, a low thud telling you his head had fallen back against the wingback chair by his window. "Darling if you were here...I would take you so slowly. So devastatingly. So thoroughly that you would be trembling until daybreak from the aftershocks of ecstasy you had begged for. Begged for." Your brow furrowed, pulling the hood of your slick sex back in time with his measured tones. He moaned in rhythm with the thrust of his hand, with the slip of your fingers. "Tell me what you're doing...talk to me." you murmured, barely audible. "Touching myself. Slowly. J-just how you like it. Feeling every pulse beneath my p-palm as I imagine fucking that divine pussy of yours just right. So hot. So tight. The one that's all m-mine..." He inhaled sharply, as you felt the coil inside you tighten. "Missing you." he grunted, before a primal exhale of need flooded the microphone. "Loki..." you whispered into the top of the duvet, stifling the rising moans in your throat as you began to tumble over the edge. "Darling..." he choked, panting quickly on the other side of the phone as you pressed it flat against your ear, willing your brain to absorb the sinfully perfect sound.

"J-jeg vil ha d-deg...fu-ckkk..." Loki groaned, the pained sound of his tempered orgasm synchronising with your own. Your breath was hot against the thick bedcover, steadying your breathing. He spoke first. "I'm not accustomed to dealing with the aftermath of these sorts of things. With you gone, it's rather tiresome." he said playfully, his breathing shaky. You could hear the smile twitching on his lips as clearly as you could see the curls that had fallen across his forehead. How his belt would be splayed open across his wide hips, thighs spread to indulge your impulsive needs. "I love you." you whispered, curling into a foetal position. "I love you too my insatiable siren. Now go to sleep, before Romanoff starts asking questions about your mystery caller." You caught a giggle in your throat, pausing before reluctantly pressing the red button and hearing the defeatist beep. Loki sighed, straightening himself in the chair as silence reigned in his chambers once again. Three more days, he thought; raising your scarf to his face and inhaling deeply. Three more days.

jeg vil ha deg - I want you

He shifted his hips, hitting your sweet spot, and with a few more strokes, you shuddered and gasped, your orgasm rolling over you. With the clenching of your walls, he reached the peak of his own pleasure right after, and he came with a groan, spilling inside you.

He rolled off and to his side, pulling you into his chest, and you let yourself become wrapped up in him as your breaths mingled together and you came down from your highs.

He smiled then kissed you softly.

When he pulled back again to look at you, you concentrated everything on being in this moment. Nothing could be amiss as his blue eyes discerned almost everything.

“I’m so glad I found you,” he said.

It was you who found him, but he still needed to believe for this scene.

“I love you, Steve Rogers.”

“I love you, too.”

You brought your hand up to thread your fingers through his hair and then cup his cheek tenderly. “Sleep. I’ll see you in the morning.”

He hummed and dropped off, drifting out of consciousness. You spent a few more moments whispering into his ear, planting more sentiments of devotion you needed him to absorb.

You lurched awake, pulling yourself from the dreamscape. It was taxing to project, and your lungs gulped in fresh air.

With your return, the thirteen candles around you had extinguished immediately. You sat up and pressed the heels of your hands to your eyes, furiously wiping away traitorous tears that had appeared, glad for the dimness in the chamber so your companion could not see.

This would soon come to an end. You needed it to be over. You never wanted to be this invested. He was supposed to be a mark, you drawing him in, not the other way around.

And you needed him to come to you.

To Westview.

The town had been your temporary home before the other two witches appeared and shattered it.

The chaos magic that drew Agatha to Westview was something you’d also felt immediately and wanted to flee, but the boundaries set up by Wanda – one of the first elements of the enchantment – meant you were trapped in the anomaly before you could realize you needed to escape.

Unlike the rest of the citizens, you knew.

You didn’t know everything, but your own magic kept you immune from the hypnotic spell. You knew enough to play along, bide your time, figure out what you needed to when you needed to. Agnes-then-Agatha inserted herself, and you observed, gleaned what you could, kept your head down. You let them play things out.

Once Wanda was gone, you wished to be, too.

As Agatha was trapped, you were, too.

The other citizens had been freed from the anomaly and their lives had returned to normal, but Wanda had bound magic folk to this town, inadvertently caging you in as well, unaware of the unrevealed witch in hiding.

As much as you avoided awakening Agatha from her Nosy Neighbor punishment, you came to terms quickly that you would need another witch to unravel the magical cage and escape.

It had been a feat to get her out, but together you had been able to break the restrictions of the runes and use your magic freely again. The runes had been cast hastily and while Wanda was engaged in battle with Agatha, her focus split.

However, she’d been able to create the magical cage to bind witches to the town without any distraction, and it seemed short of the Sorcerer Supreme or the Scarlett Witch herself, you may never be able to break the enchantment and get out.

You and Agatha had determined you would need someone who – despite and in many ways because of his goodness – would make the world burn for those who mattered most to them.

He may have passed on his shield to someone else, but Steve Rogers would never be able to ignore his heart, and the aim was that he would become an unstoppable force on his quest to set you free. The chances of convincing the powers you needed on the outside to come to your aid were nonexistent otherwise.

With care you had crafted the thirteen candles to commune with the soul of another.

Used individually or only in small groups, they were relatively safe. Burning all at once, thirteen communion candles were incredibly powerful and increasingly dangerous the longer they burned, and you were burning them together and nearly to the end of their wicks to achieve an illusion strong enough to enchant the super soldier. Thirteen candles could simulate reality. But they also could attract demons, ghouls, and spirits, requiring you and Agatha to continue working together – her standing watch while you went under.

You knew she was studying you now.

“Remember, he’s a means to an end.”

You turned your head to meet her gaze, unflinching. “It takes a lot to invest in making the illusion real with someone like him.”

She arched her brows. “I’m not judging you if you’re falling for him.”

You sighed. “He’s intoxicating.”

“Don’t get distracted and mess up. I know you don’t care about trapping me here, but if I’m stuck, so are you, which means no reality with Prince Charming.”

“I know.”

“The candles only burn for thirteen hours, and-“

“I know, Agatha!”

You closed your eyes for a moment and took a deep breath.

“I know.”

Agatha sighed, then stepped closer and briefly touched your shoulder. “I know you do.”

This trust between you was only temporary, but it was something for now, and the small gesture helped to rebuild your focus.

You laid back down. “I’m ready.”

“You’re sure?”

“We’re limited on time with him, too.”

One night. You’d projected yourself into his dreams twelve times in one night, creating scenes, memories, a relationship that needed to be undeniable because now you weren’t going to visit him in a dream. For your thirteenth and final visit, you were going to project to him in his waking state, and either succeed or fail.

“Light the candles.”

You closed your eyes and began your own incantation while she repeated hers to ignite the flames and fortify the protection spells.

You stood at the counter, watching the soft morning light begin to illuminate the branches outside the window, waiting for him.

Soon enough, you heard his footsteps coming down the hallway, and then he entered the kitchen behind you. You turned toward him and smiled – it wasn’t forced or fake because that’s just what he elicited from you now. He returned it, but maybe not for much longer.

“Good morning, sweetheart,” he greeted, reaching for you, but his face faltered as his fingers failed to find purchase.

“Sweetheart?”

“It’s not real,” you started. He would believe you either way – you knew that from everything you had studied about him beforehand, and all your manipulations tonight only confirmed that – but what you didn’t know was if that belief would feel betrayed or be driven to devotion.

“What?”

It didn't stop him from feeling as cold as the weather outside.

Random bouts of insomnia weren't new to him, but he couldn't put his finger on what his issue was tonight. It was a good day filled with happy moments thanks to you, the neighbor he harbored a crush on. He moved into the building around the same time as you after his pardon and someone delivered one of your packages to his door by mistake. Luckily you lived just across the hall and he made sure the box ended up in your hands.

He hadn’t expected a goddess in human form to answer the door.

“I got your box,” he said harsher than he intended to.

He half expected you to slam the door in his face for his tone. If you recognized him as the former Winter Soldier, you kept it to yourself. In fact, you didn’t look afraid of him at all as you took the box from his hands. He almost told you that you should be scared of him.

“Thank you so much for bringing it over,” you smiled.

It was the start of an unexpected friendship. He tried to find excuses to stop and talk to you whenever he saw you, which ended with him giving you an awkward smile in the beginning before he walked away. He used to know how to talk to girls and it was silly having a crush on a neighbor when he was trying to get his head on straight.

If only you didn’t make it so easy to want.

And you either found him endearing or entertaining since you began to invite him over for dinners.

Every other week, you’d trade off meals and talk about the day. You split your day between your job and making and selling jewelry online. The pieces you showed him were beautiful. You put so much care into them.

While he couldn’t give you all the details of his missions, he found himself more comfortable talking to you as time went on. One of the things he liked was that you always asked what he needed. If he wanted advice, you’d give it. If he wanted you to listen, you did just that. If he just wanted to talk, you chatted with ease.

You even stayed up with him after a few nightmares.

He was used to dealing with people who had agendas or messed with his head, but you didn’t play games.

Steve and Sam were both happy when he finally told them about you. After the former Captain America found his own girl and a bit of peace after everything, he hoped Bucky was on the path to doing the same. It impressed Sam that he actually talked to you instead of keeping everything inside.

It didn’t stop him from feeling like a burden some days.

“You’re always welcome at my place and you can always talk to me, Jamie.”

No one else was allowed to call him that.

When you heard he wasn’t doing anything around the holidays, you offered to make him a nice dinner since you wouldn't be around your family. They were, unfortunately, too far away for a quick visit. You joked that he had to watch a movie with you after dinner if he decided to come over. It was nice that you extended an invitation to him, especially when he didn’t have any traditions or anything else to look forward to.

Bucky had every intention of getting you the perfect present until an extended mission came up. He barely made it back in time to see you. Steve had to rush home to his girl and the same with Sam and his family. He declined both of their offers for him to join them, not wanting to impose on them or let you down by not showing up.

"You made it!" you said excitedly when you opened the door, looking as gorgeous as ever in a little black dress. He'd fantasize about you in it later. "You aren't hurt? You're okay?"

"Not a scratch," he assured you when he stopped staring.

"Good," you sighed in relief. "May I give you a hug? I missed you."

You didn't give him hugs without his permission and he appreciated your thoughtfulness that he might not want to be touched some days. He held his arms out for you as he wordlessly answered, taking a moment to cherish your embrace when you moved close. He didn't let it linger since he didn't want you to be uncomfortable.

But he wished he would've held you a bit longer.

"Missed you, too," he whispered as you led him inside.

If he read into it, he would’ve thought the setup was romantic. He felt a little underdressed in his leather jacket and jeans, but you didn't judge. You served by candlelight and you made sure to include all sorts of dishes he enjoyed. He ate and savored every bite. You even had a gift waiting for him under the tree before you started the movie.

He almost hugged the personalized apron and small book of recipes you made for him. He already had a meal in mind to make for you as a thank you for the next weekly dinner. But that wasn't all. You pulled out a small, white and black box from the back of the tree and handed it to him.

"You're spoiling me," he joked.

"I wanted to," you teased, messing with the hem of your dress as he opened the box.

He held his breath as he held up the dog tags. They were almost an exact replica of the ones around his neck, but there was a difference when he flipped one of them over. He ran his thumb over the letters as he read them out loud.

"I am James Bucky Barnes."

He explained to you once his need to make amends. That he was no longer the Winter Soldier. That he didn't have a choice. You took his words and created a gift for him.

His hands destroyed so many things while yours brought beauty into the world.

"I hope you like it," you said, still messing with your dress. A nervous habit he picked up on. "I know you wear yours, but I thought it would be nice to have those just in case."

"Thank you," he croaked, clearing his throat as he carefully placed them back in the box. "And I feel like the biggest asshole on the planet for not having your gift ready."

"You came over and spent the evening with me. That is a gift," you said with such sincerity that he wasn’t worthy of receiving.

Of course you wouldn’t take any offense that he showed up empty-handed. Why were you so kind to him? He wished there was mistletoe nearby simply to have the excuse to kiss you. He also wanted to thank you for making him feel at home.

Do I have a home anymore?

Naturally, he chose to flee when that thought became too much.

"You sure you don't want to stay?" you asked carefully as he gathered his things and got ready to leave. “We don’t have to watch the movie.”

"I should get back to my place, but thank you," was all he said.

His place, but not his home.

"Are you okay?" you asked.

"I will be," he said, not wanting to lie to you.

You nodded and thanked him for stopping by. You also told him to call or come back if he needed anything. The image of your sad smile as you walked him to the door would haunt him. He just knew it. He wondered if you’d ever invite him over again for another dinner after his abrupt departure.

He attempted to meditate once he got home, but it didn’t quiet his mind. Working out got some of the tension in his body out, but not much else. He debated going back to your place, but it was too late by then.

What the hell is wrong with me?

Bucky rubbed a hand over his face before his eyes trailed to the clock on the wall. It was almost 3am and he knew sleep wouldn't come to him. He grabbed his phone and debated calling you. He didn’t want to disturb you, but he wanted to hear your voice.

He half hoped you wouldn’t answer since you deserved a peaceful night of sleep, but he knew he wouldn’t be able to sleep himself until the two of you talked.

You answered on the second ring. “Hey, Bucky,” you said with a small yawn.

Were you up waiting for me to call or did I wake you?

“I’m sorry about tonight,” he said immediately. He had to get that out there.

“Please, don’t apologize,” you replied. He knew he should’ve let you rest. “Do you need me to listen, talk, or give advice?”

“I don’t know,” he admitted, his vibranium hand forming a fist as he took a deep breath. “You treated me to a nice night. The best night and I just,” he gritted his teeth and exhaled through his nose. “Fuck, I don’t know.”

He was at a loss because everything tonight was right and he didn’t know what was wrong. If he couldn’t pinpoint the issue, how could he know how to fix it? How could you? It was bad enough when he was alone with his own mind and nightmares, but it was another when he felt helpless.

He didn’t like that sense of control being taken away from his own thoughts.

“Do you mind if I say something?” you offered after a few more seconds of silence.

“Not at all,” he whispered, if only to hear you speak.

“I think you might be feeling a bit alone or lost,” you said. He heard a bit of shuffling around and wondered if you were trying to get comfortable. “Holidays, for many, are about being with family and friends. When was the last time you got to celebrate with your loved ones?”

“Before I went off to war,” he whispered.

He swallowed as he put his head on the pillow. Hydra made sure he never felt the happiness of this time of year. The couple of years he went into hiding after the fall, he was alone. After healing in Wakanda, he went back into the fight. The snap happened.

And his family?

They’re long gone now.

Sam, Nat, everyone had their own traditions. Steve lost so much and deserved his quiet moments outside of the city. None of them needed to rearrange their lives to accommodate him.

Holidays were a joyous time, but also a reminder of things lost and what could have been.

“Jamie,” you breathed out. “If my dinner tonight upset you in any way, I’m-”

“Don’t you dare apologize,” he stopped you, gripping his phone tighter. “It isn’t your fault my family is gone and you aren’t the cause of my pain.”

One of the reasons he respected you was because you didn’t pity him. He didn’t want you to start tonight.

“Then I need you to take back your apology because you aren’t the cause of my pain either,” you argued.

Touche.

“But I left you alone after you went to all that trouble and had those gifts made for me,” he said.

Why are you not mad at me?

“It wasn’t any trouble, but maybe it was too much or overwhelming."

“I swear, it wasn’t,” he said. How could he make you believe him? “I just have no traditions now. No special meals, movies, gifts, things to pass on, nothing."

He did just fine on his own for years, but things changed. He wouldn’t have believed he deserved happy moments before therapy and meeting you, but he did and he does. You gave him a taste of what he could have. Why couldn't he let himself take it?

"Maybe I can help you create a new tradition."

"You're done more than enough," he promised, smiling at your offer.

You've done more than you could ever know.

“I wanted to give you a special night, but I didn’t check in to see if the holiday dinner was what you really wanted. I should’ve asked, Jamie.”

“Are you kidding? Without you, I wouldn’t have even had a holiday to celebrate. It was perfect,” he promised you, standing up as he tried to gather the courage to say that you are perfect. “Did you know the only thing I wanted to do when I got back was see you?”

“Really?” you asked in a small voice. “That was the only thing you wanted?”

“Really,” he said. It wasn’t a full confession, but it was coming out. “And that’s exactly what I got, so thank you.”

“Well, to be honest, the reason I suggested a movie was so we could possibly cuddle,” you admitted.

And I fucking ruined it.

“I would’ve liked cuddling,” he said, smirking a bit. “And I really liked your dress.”

“I wore that just for you,” you said in a hushed voice, like you were trying to keep quiet. “Is there anything else about tonight that you wish would’ve been different? If you could do it all over again?”

“Honestly?” he said, not caring that he only had his boxer briefs on as he left his bedroom and headed toward the main door. “I would’ve kissed you the moment I got back from the mission.”

Even with his super soldier hearing, he had no idea you were on the other side of the door until he opened it. You still had your phone in hand as you gazed at him, no longer wearing the black dress. You switched to red and green pajamas that looked amazing on you, but he would prefer them on his floor.

“New tradition proposal,” you smiled as you stepped inside and ended the call. “We have a nice meal together, exchange gifts by the tree, and cuddle on the couch for a movie.

"Okay," he smiled, hanging up his phone, too.

"And end the night with a kiss," you said hopefully.

“I don’t think so,” he shook his head.

Your face fell when you took a step back. “Oh. I’m sorry. I should-”

He reached out to pull you back toward him, smiling when your eyes widened. “Kiss me every chance you get," he said as he removed his dog tags and put them around your neck. "Starting right now.”

You smiled just as bright as you did the first day he met you. “I think I’m going to like this tradition.”

“Me, too,” he whispered, pressing his lip against yours.

Bucky couldn’t wait to start many more traditions with you.

What other traditions would we like to see from our new couple? ❤️ Love and thanks for reading! ❤️