“you can take it all, can’t you?” you ask, teasing and smiling condescendingly down at him. he cuts his eyes at you from his place on the floor between your thighs.

his mouth is around your cock, moving down as he gradually takes all of you in his mouth. he breathes harshly, swallowing around you once he’s taken you completely to the hilt.

“there you go…” you murmur, carding your fingers through bucky’s lengthy hair soothingly. the whole thing had been his idea. he’d practically begged to be down on his knees for you, needily palming at the crotch of your joggers and declaring how good he’d be and how much he could take.

and you’d allowed him, tugging down your joggers and leaning back, allowing him to prove himself. and prove himself he did.

he pulls off of your cock seconds later, huffing slightly and maintaining eye contact. “you plan on making me cum with that pretty mouth?” you question, taking his jaw in your hand and squeezing his cheeks.

he nods jerkily, movements restricted by the grip on his jaw. “then stop wasting my time trying to prove a point and do it.” you tell him, and he shivers. the way his pupils dilate is enough to tell you how affected he is by your harsh words.

the coldness of his metal hand against your thigh is contrasted by the warmth of his mouth as he engulfs you again. “c’mon, show me you can follow simple orders, barnes.” you mutter, grunting softly. you’d be lying if you said he didn’t have a way with his mouth.

peter is on his back, legs wrapped loosely around your torso. a small grin is plastered onto your face as you watch peter grip the sheets so tight that they might rip.

the both of you were taking advantage of the only alone time you’d gotten in two weeks, and to say you missed each other would be an understatement.

the slow grind of your hips into his has him moaning out, breathing harshly and closing his eyes tight. he’s begging softly, underneath the incoherent mumbles of his hoarse moaning.

the pleads fall onto deaf ears, you want to hear peter say it. “c’mon parker, tell me what you want,” you urge, pressing into him deeply. “i-“ he begins, although his words are cut off by his phone ringing.

you pause, and peter’s eyes go wide. he groans softly and reaches for his phone, eyes going even wider once he sees the contact. he chews on his bottom lip, hesitating on making a decision.

“go on, peter, answer the phone.” you tell him, using a hand to reach down and tease his neglected cock. he whimpers, mischievousness twinkling within his eyes.

“h-hello?” he calls, pressing the phone to his ear and eyeing you. smiling coyly, you continue your teasing and drag a calloused fingertip up his length. he shivers, still trying to listen to whatever it was tony was telling him.

“yes mr. stark, the documents should be with-“ peter gasps, caught off guard by the abrupt snap of your hips. “i-i’m fine… just- swinging around!” he remedies, glaring at you with no actual intent as you continue fucking into him.

a hand comes up to cup his mouth, and he prays that tony couldn’t hear the squelching sounds of the obscene amount of lube. you speed up, completely ignoring your plan to tease him. you grab hold of his hips, pressing him down into the bed.

he presses mute on his phone, looking up at you as tears wet his eyes. “sir please, i-i can’t,” he pants, thighs quivering around your waist. his pleads fall onto deaf ears, though.

he unmutes himself, “s-sorry, mr. stark,” you hear him apologize and speed up the pace of your hips. he inhales sharply, fighting the moans that want to escape his lips.

he's practically shaking, cock twitching underneath your palm. "i-i'm sorry-!" he apologizes once again, breathing heavily. "we- we'll continue this later, mr. s-stark!" he rushes out, hanging up and tossing his phone to the side.

"what's the matter parker? don't want your boss to hear how slutty you can be after hours?" you mutter, pumping his cock quickly. he sputters, eyes shutting tight.

“only yours,” he drags, “‘m only ‘ur slut,” he whines, body tensing up as he reaches his limit. you groan, head falling forward and dropping. you’re reaching your peak too, and the way peter is clenching round you isn’t helping at all.

he’s pleading by now, begging for permission to cum. “go on pretty boy, let me see you make a mess for me,” you mutter, and he says thank you immediately, strings of the phrase falling from his lips like a prayer.

“sir!” he gasps as his mouth parts in a silent scream, breathing heavily as he cums in quick spurts that cover his lower abdomen and your hand. you’re not far behind him at all. muttering curse after curse, your still inside of him and the tight knot of pleasure erupts within your stomach.

peter sighs at the feeling and whines softly when you pull out. he fades in and out as you tend to cleaning him up, and the next time he comes to completely, he’s laying on you, within fresh sheets.

“you’re evil,” he mutters, groaning softly as he stretches. “oh whatever have i done to deserve that title?” you question, smiling teasingly at the growing pout on his face.