Fairy Bait

Bucky tried to concentrate on the conversation going on around him. He really did. But how could he when he knew you were waiting for him? How could he not count down the seconds until he was back with you?

Until he was inside you again?

Like he had been hours before. 

"This is your fault, doll," Bucky groaned as he stretched over you, chuckling darkly in your ear when you tried and failed to shake your head. "Bending over in front of me like that. Practically begged me to slide my dick home, didn't you?"

You cried out with every forceful movement of his hips, possessiveness flowing through his veins as you clutched the sheets. He was the one who told you not to wear underwear. You were being good by complying to his wishes. Naturally he had to use it against you. 

Which was why you found yourself facedown and ass up in your bed while Bucky nearly pummeled your insides. 

He chuckled again as he put a hand to the back of your neck and leaned up to pound into you with hard, deep strokes. "You're gonna take everything I give you. Gonna fill your pretty pussy up. Make you round and full of me," he promised, moaning when your walls fluttered around him. 

"Bucky," you moaned, nearly drooling on the sheets when he fucked you harder. The bedframe smacked the wall, adding to the sounds of pleasure the two of you let out. "I-"

"If you can still say anything besides my name, I'm not doing this right," he snarled, slipping his other hand between your legs to rub your clit. His touch had you clamping around him, ready to fall over the precipice. "You're gonna milk my cock 'til I leak out of you. And you're gonna beg for me to do it all over again tonight. Do you understand me?"

You whimpered his name as he smirked. The way you clenched around him and tried to push your hips back, you needed your release. He was the only one who could give it to you. And he'd paint your insides with every drop of himself the way you deserved. 

"You can take me. I know you can," he praised, bending over you once again to press a kiss to your warm neck. "Now keep my dick nice and wet. Give it to me. Come."

You reached back to grab his hair as you moaned with your release, the dark strands twisting in your fingers as your cunt got overwhelmingly tight. He didn't let up as you trembled, keeping your body pinned beneath him to chase his own end. He wished he fucked you in front of the mirror to see your blissed out expression, but there was time for that later. 

"Good. Fucking. Girl. Take it."

You moaned again when he filled you to the brim as promised, your walls still pulsing as he branded you as his. 

"That was to take the edge off until I get back," he panted, brushing his lips against your temple. 

Blinking, he realized he missed the question directed his way. He didn't care. All that mattered to him was you, waiting at home for him to take you apart all over again. 

It’s not fucking fair.

You have Ari in peak form, even bigger than usual from his hours at the gym, his tanned, tattooed muscles testing the strength of all his shirts, his large hands bruised and calloused dangling in front of your face like a five star dessert and he won’t let you touch him until after the fight. He’s been stomping around the house, full of pent up aggression and you want him to take all of it out on you.

The only things keeping you from spontaneously combusting or begging on your knees are the memories of the last time he got like this, the things he did to your body after he won-oh god you’ve never experienced so much pleasure in your life. You didn’t walk right for a week. He wasn’t joking when he said you were going to feel him inside you for days.

You look at the message again. Indecision and lust clouding your judgement. Tapping your foot on the carpet, your brow knit together as you study his words. Is this a test? Do you say yes because your pussy is saying fuck yes with every pulsating throb? Does he want you to say no so he can use it to get more worked up for the fight?

When the throb turns into a heartbeat between your thighs, you have no choice but to type out a quick “yes please.”

“Good, because I’m already here, Bunny,” his baritone voice washes over you, drowning out your startled squeak.

Before you can glance over your shoulder, everything becomes a blur. You’re pushed down on the bed, your hands sliding forward as he lifts your ass up. Your toes scrape the soft fibers of the carpet. Panties ripping off. Massive hands gripping your ass. And then his warm, wet, soft tongue delves between your folds while his rough beard grazes across your sensitive thighs.

And he licks one long strip from your dripping slit all the way to your clit. So fast it takes a second for the sensations to register. Then they hit you. Hard and fast. And you let out a low, needy moan that urges him on. Another long lick followed by a slow suck of your clit into his warm mouth. Two long fingers push inside you, curling to find the spot that has you keening as he lavishes your pussy with attention.

He’s unhinged. Feral. Primal.

Ari’s not eating you like your dessert, he’s fucking you like you’re the very air he needs to breathe.

“Shit Ari, oh god,” you pant, grasping the sheets in your fists, eyes rolling back.

You can’t close your mouth or stop the animalistic noises from spilling out, you definitely can’t escape from his talented, devoted tongue.

Ari has you pinned between him and your bed so you have no choice but to take every ounce of pleasure he’s giving you

Pressure builds inside you, the coil becoming tight and hot with every drag of his fingers across your spot, the fast flicks blend with soft kisses until you’re delirious. “Ohgodohgod,” you cry out, a scream clawing it’s way up your throat. “Ohmyfuckinggod Ari!”

You don’t recognize the noise you just made. He does. Ari grins into your pulsing, sweet little pussy and goes even faster, taking everything from you until you go taut, fine tremors wracking down your spine. Your orgasm whips through you, colorful stars explode behind your eyelids and pure bliss surges through your veins.

You’re still floating on your high when he picks you up and tosses you in the middle of the bed. “Damn, that was good. You feel better? Cause I do,” you say breathlessly.

Ari waits until your eyes open and he stares down at you, his blue eyes darkened with heady desire and he slowly lowers his large body between your thighs. He smirks even as he shakes his head. “I’m still really stressed, Bunny.” There’s a dangerous tinge to his softly spoken statement. “They gave me explicit instructions to get rid of all my stress before I can go back to the gym. And since I can’t fuck you the way I want, I’m going to have to eat you until I feel better.”

Oh.