bella💘.

“Don’t worry about it, Malfoy.” He scoffed back, cursing himself mentally as he already knew you were going to snitch on him. You laughed mockingly as you inspected his weak prank.

“Really? A box of fireworks to scare Finch? This is a new low, even for you.” You hummed teasingly. Fred rolled his eyes. He hated how you were always right. He could admit that this wasn’t his best idea.

“And? It’s none of your bloody business.” Fred sneered back. Now he was running out of comebacks, and prank ideas.

“Think you could do better, princess?” Fred grinned, a fiery challenge now burning in his brown eyes. You snapped your gaze back to the boy and laughed.

“I know I can.” You insisted, ignoring the tingly feeling inside of your belly at the nickname ‘princess’. You’ve always been known as the Slytherin princess, being Draco’s sister. It was just something different when Fred referenced it.

You began to fiddle with the firework box, mumbling different enchantments that leave much more of an impact in much sillier ways.

Suddenly, in the middle of you slowly forgetting the fact that you were enjoying yourself with a Weasley, you hear a deep, intimidating voice.

“Ah, if it isn’t Ms. Malfoy.” A sickening voice purred from behind the two of you. Instantly, your spine straightened, your head snapped upwards, and your cheeks flush red in embarrassment.

”How would your father react if he knew his precious daughter was pulling pranks with a red-headed Weasley?” Snape sneered at you. He could care less for Fred, he was used to deducting points from Gryffindor. You, however, were not getting left off the hook.

“N-no professor! I swear to merlin, I was just about to come to you about this. He’s trying to prank Finch! I had no involvement in this—“ You began to excuse yourself as Fred snickered beside you.

“You can further explain this in detention alongside your new friend, Malfoy.” Snape dismissed. You scoffed as you and Fred both stood, the fireworks left behind as you sullenly walked to the library.

You were utterly furious as Fred laughed beside you, completely unfazed. Clearly enjoying himself.

“Aww, sorry, princess. First time in detention?” Fred cooed mockingly as the three of you reached the library. Snape huffed. He certainly didn’t have the time to watch over the two of you.

“You’re lucky I have a meeting with the Ministry. Organize all of these shelves. I’ll be back soon, don’t do anything stupid.” Snape rumbled as he left the room, locking the two of you in the library alone together.

Fred grinned dopily as steam practically flew out of your ears.

“Ugh! You’re so annoying!” You huffed as you stormed off to the bookshelves, angrily putting them away.

“Mmm. Keep goin’, sweetheart.” Fred laughed as he followed you, leaning against the bookshelves and clearly not helping. He was relaxed. Nearly lazy. Nearly sexy.

“Please, Weasley. Keep it in your pants.” You scoffed, clearly irritated as you continued sorting the books out. Fred hummed from beside you, still not contributing.

“I don’t think you want me to, darlin’. Seems like your gaggin’ for it.” He remarked. Slowly, he stood from his lazy lounge against the bookshelf. You were nothing short of blushing, but you refused to admit it.

“Spare me. Nobody’s ‘gagging’ for whatever shrimp you’re hiding in those hand-me-down robes.” You laughed, trying desperately to flip the tables and regain control. But it was far too gone now.

“Im sure it’s bigger than your last boyfriend. Been awhile since you’ve had a real orgasm, huh, sweetheart? Probably sounded like Moanin’ Myrtle while you faked it again, and again, and again.” Fred hummed as your cheeks flushed red. You set down another book and scoffed.

“Do you ever shut up!” You weakly defended. Fred grinned wider, coming even closer to you. Applying more pressure.

“You wouldn’t have to fake it with me, darlin’.”

Heavy silence fell over the library. And for the first time all night, you had no clever quip to return with. So, you turned towards Fred, moving to push him away.

As soon as your arms extended, Fred had you in a lock. He took your hands and pinned them above your head. He moved swiftly, pinning you against the bookshelf. One of his large hands held the two of yours while his other roamed freely.

“Oh, poor thing, cat caught y’tongue?” He snickered sadistically. Unfortunately, you whined under his hold, only prompting him to continue this sweet torture.

He alternated between mocking you, and downright degrading you. And merlins fuck, it was hot.

“You’re wet. You’re wet for a fuckin’ Weasley. What would y’daddy think?” His question came out as a snarl. You had no where to run. Your arms were restrained, his hips pinned your own in place, and your knees were weak.

Not a squeak leaves your mouth. Because he’s right. You’re dripping in your knickers. It’s practically embarrassing, and for some reason, that makes you even more wet.

Suddenly, Fred is flipping you around, keeping you effectively pinned as your front is now pressed against the bookshelf.

His free hand, the one you hadn’t been paying attention to, is now gliding across your hips mischievously.

“What are y’going to do about it?” You murmured. Not confidently, not arrogantly, it’s nearly a whine. Nearly desperate.

And he chuckles.

His laugh is the last thing you hear before he one handily rips your skirt off of you. Revealing your arse to his gaze.

And suddenly, a deafening slap is being forced upon your ass. And oh, fuck. It stings. But it ignites something so deep inside of you, you moan. Whorishly.

And its silent. Deadly, silent. Embarrassment floods through your veins so hot it feels like you’re on fire.

And he laughs. The only thing that breaks the silence is his laugh as he smooths over the harsh red handprint now engraved on your bare bottom.

“Oh, you really are a slut, hmm?” He teases before delivering another smack. You whimper, subconsciously pushing your arse further into his hands, silently begging for more.

You can hear his wolfish grin.

“No… m’not a slut.” You whine, almost demanding it. Unfortunately Freds no longer convinced. He soothes over your plush blistering skin reassuringly.

“Who would’a thought Slytherin’s princess was just some naughty little whore. Desperate to be put in her place. Like a fuckin’ brat.” He growls before he smacks your ass again. Your next moan is shameless, your cunt is dripping, your nipples are pebbling through your top.

Your skin betrays you. Pliant for Fred. Your ass practically jiggles in his hand, inviting more sweet punishment.

“Are you gonna be my good girl? Gonna let me fuckin’ have you?” He hums rhetorically. Despite your pride, you nod. Desperate to be touched. Desperate for friction.

“Words, sweetheart.” He sadistically purrs. Normally, you would curse him for demanding anything out of you. But you’re in his hands now. He has the control. He has you.

“Yes, m’gonna be a good girl! S’good.” You slur mindlessly. Arousal and embarrassment collide hotly, only making your pussy pulse as he finally releases your wrists.

Now he has two hands available. Double trouble.

It’s like the quiet before the storm as he runs his hands down your body. He grips whatever he can find, he kisses your shoulder blade, as if the two of you were lovers.

But the storm always arrives no less.

His right hand, the one that had been slapping your arse, moves forward, past your hips, towards your sacredness.

The left, the one that once held your wrist, is now dealing damage.

“You sought me out… wearin’ a skirt, and no panties. What’d you think was gonna happen, love?” He murmurs mockingly as two fingers slip into your cunt and his other hand delivers a crackling smack. You whine, gushing over his hand as you grip the bookshelf for dear life.

Certainly, there is a red handprint on at least one of your asscheeks.

You’re not focused on the stinging pain from behind as his long fingers work magic in your cunt. He knows just where to touch, how to swirl, and when to curl.

“Fred,” You breathe. Overstimulated. You’re practically heady. And of course Fred finds this all so amusing. The bulge of his dick is pressed against your bare ass, his whole body and scent surrounding you, reinforcing your dizziness.

“What happened to ‘Weasley’?” He grins against the back of your neck, nipping at the skin there as he continues to lavish at your cunt.

“You’re so tight. None of those pricks knew how to stretch you, aye? How to take care of this pretty pussy.” He cooed in your ear, creating a string of moans from your lips as his other hand left your ass and cupped your clothed tits.

Luckily for you, Fred is a blabbering mess. Leaving you to incoherently moan as he brings you closer and closer to the edge.

“I’m sure none of them knew how filthy you are, either. How you like to be spanked like a naughty thing.” He rasped to you. This seems to be your final straw as this sends you flying over the edge.

You nearly squirt just from his fingers. You cry out, prompting Fred to cover your mouth with his other hand as you ride out your orgasm.

He gives you time to recover as he pulls out his fingers. He sucks your sweetness off of them as you pant.

“That’s it?” You breathe. Stubborn, prideful, familiar. Something to distract the two of you from how right it feels.

Luckily that takes Fred back to his originally competitive state of mind. He’s harshly back on you.

He grabs your hair, tugging, forcing you to his mouth as he connects to your lips with a sloppy kiss. “C’mon, love.” He grins wickedly against you. “Don’t act like you weren’t droolin’ all over my hand.”

He laughs. Before you ever realize that his trousers were pulled down, you feel an angry hard tip press against your cunt from behind.

He rubs his tip up-and-down your soaked folds, teasing the both of you. Your breath hitches as you grip the bookshelf once more.

Fred Weasley is about to take you from behind. Fred Weasley just made you cum. Fred Weasley’s handprint is on your ass currently.

It ignites something primal in you.

You’re no longer the rich, Malfoy. You’re Fred Weasley’s hole to fuck.

And suddenly he’s sliding in. You moan whorishly, your back arching from his size. He’s lengthy, with a nice girth. It has your jaw wide as you moan.

He’s incredibly ‘humble’ about it as well.

“What is it, princess?” He coos, mockingly sweet. You take the bate no less. Convinced that maybe Fred will show you some sympathy.

“S’too big…” You whine, wiggling your hips as you desperately try to take him deeper. Fred cruelly laughs at your attempts before he mercilessly begins to thrust.

You gasp as he starts his pace, losing all sense of dignity as sweet noises begin to tumble out of you.

Its messy, fast, and hard. Its so Fred. He fucks like he has something to prove. His cock is so deep and long that it’s hitting unimaginable spots within you. His words completely fuel your gushing pussy’s desire. He doesn't jackhammer, he fucks.

“M-merlins, fuck… Fred! M’cant—t’much—ahh!” You babble mindlessly. You’re so close but also not close enough. You want to go longer, but holy fuck he’s making it hard to do so.

“Oh, poor thing. S’it too much? D’you want me to stop, sweetheart?” He mockingly whimpers back to you, followed by a cackle of a laugh. Unfortunately, this only makes you tighten around him. And he feels it.

His hands slide from your hips back down to the curve of your ass where he’s thrusting into you from.

“Oh you’re a picture perfect whore, aren’t you? Stuffed to the brim with cock, and taking it.” He growls, eliciting a primal moan from you as he playfully slaps your ass, entranced by the way it jiggles for him.

“No one would believe me if I told them I fucked The Malfoy princess. How she moaned for a Weasley’s cock. Beggin’ me so sweetly.” He grinned at the thought, making you whine and squeeze further around him.

You didn’t want him to degrade you. But oh, your body certainly did.

“Holy shit—Fred!” You gasp as he hits that spot. He doesn’t acknowledge it though. In fact, he slows down like the teasing shite he is, watching as you whine desperately for him as he completely stills inside of you.

“What is it that you want, eh?” He teasingly inquires. As if he doesn’t know. He wants you to say it.

You try desperately to fuck yourself against him. Your pride still swollen in your chest as you rutted tour hips backwards in search of friction.

Alas, no prevail.

“I-I need it… Fred.” You mumble, chewing on your bottom lip. You pray its enough, but deep down you know it isn’t.

“C’mon sweetheart, you can do better than that. Sing for Freddie.” He maliciously hums, nipping at the back of your ear. You can feel a hand slide up to your hair, gripping it, threatening you.

So, you sing.

“Please! Please, Fred. Need y’to fuck me like you hate me. Like a slut!” You shamefully plead. If your father ever knew you just begged to be fucked like a slut, you would surely be disowned.

But Fred’s dick pulsed inside of you with promise that made it all seem worth the embarrassment.

He laughed as he sped back up, and you knew this time, you were destined to cum.

“Filthy fuckin’ girl. Do anythin’ for my dick, eh?” He rasped as his pace grew unforgiving, building your orgasm. You can feel it in your lower abdomen. You know you won’t last.

“Oh fuck. You’re grippin’ me like a vice. Wanna cum, sweetheart? Call yourself my whore, then i’ll let you.” He demanded. You could practically hear his smirk, and it made your insides flip unnaturally.

A few more thrusts and you were convinced you would die if you didn’t cum. So, you relinquish any sense of control you had left. And, despite yourself, it felt good to submit.

“I-I’m your whore, Fred! Please, lemme cum. M’all yours!” You slurred obscenely. Fred hummed, hitting even deeper inside of you.

His hands wrapped around your body, one gripping your neck, the other covering your mouth.

“Cum for me.”

Thats all it took.

You milked him of everything he had, eliciting a guttural groan from behind you as you let go. Fred fucked you through your orgasm. When you finally finished, he couldn’t take it anymore.

He pulled out, positioned his cock, and came all over your ass.

It was dirty, and shameful. But it certainly felt good. The two of you panted in harmony as you came down from your highs together.

“Not bad, Weasley.” You panted.

Fred knew what kind of girl you were just by looking at you. You had a big, rich last name. New robes every year. A million different trinkets even you couldn’t remember. And a somewhat ditzy personality that screamed ‘rich girl’.

Fred came from nothing. A crooked house, six siblings, dirt poor, and a cocky personality that made up for it ten folds.

Fred shouldn’t even be looking at a girl like you. A girl whose family could buy all of Hogwarts if they wanted to. Your families were far from the same tax bracket. But merlin’s fuck, you were too kind. Too nice. Too beautiful to let go.

You were a little Hufflepuff badger girl that strayed too far close to the Weasley’s lion den. Now, Fred was determined to sink his claws into you.

“Stop starin’, you git.” George snapped his twin out of his little dreamland. Fred’s eyes had been blazing into the back of your head for the past 20 minutes. Fred huffed, playfully smacking his brother back as he rolled his eyes.

“I wasn’t starin’. Just lookin’.” Fred insisted. George hummed, completely unconvinced as he shot his twin a look. He was lucky they were in Herbology, had this been Potions, Snape would’ve cursed the boys out for talking so much.

“Then stop lookin’. You fancy rich girls now?” George continued to prod, usually the ‘voice of reason’ between the two twins. Fred simply laughed. Not backing down for a second.

“Like you haven’t? She’s got a pretty face, doesn’t she?” Fred retorted, causing George’s cheeks to flush pink a bit. You were pretty. Very, pretty. But his brother had already stuck his claim on you.

“At least this one’s a badger. Maybe I’ll even give you a turn if I ever get my hands on her.” Fred laughed. George couldn’t help but chuckle at that, never one to diminish his brother for long.

“Uh huh, I’ll hold ya’ to it, Freddie.” George laughed as well. Fred simply chuckled and nodded. He would get his hands on you soon enough. Nothing was ever ‘out of reach’ for Fred.

Fred’s mind kept drifting back to you.

The way you would smile at him as he passed by was enough for him to risk it all. The way you would giggle at his jokes or laugh when he pulled a prank made him want to simply disregard all consequence.

You’re a rare kind, one that Fred is willing to bet his entire measly life-savings on having only ever felt the touch of boys chasing their own pleasure, not yours.

He wanted to change that.

It was something about how forbidden you were. How a girl like you was meant to be ‘off limits’ to a Weasley like him. Fred always did love the chase.

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At the end of the day, you walked into Fred’s claws with open arms. While Fred was busy falling in love with his little delusions, he never noticed how you looked at him. You couldn’t resist the ginger headed boy. Even if you could only have a night.

You looked like any civil man’s wet dream wrapped in designer.

Not only designer, but in Gryffindor Red and Gold. With his name on your back. A bold, risky move. And well, Fred was wearing a big grin all match.

When the match was finally done, and Harry had caught the snitch, Fred only had one thing on his mind.

You.

Typically he would host a party, get drunk, flirt a bit, maybe even go prank the opposing team with his twin. But with you dressed like that. He was bee-lining for the stands as soon as he hit the ground.

To say you didn’t like the attention would be a painful lie.

“Weasley, eh?” A buttery-smooth voice purred from behind you. You turned to look, but his hands were faster. His arms encircled your middle from behind, trapping you to face forward as the crowd slowly spilled out of the stands.

“Well that is the name on my back, innit?” You purred back. His sly smirk turned into a dopey grin from behind you. He did love when you flirted back with him. You could feel him pressing into you from behind.

“I s’pose it is. You’re practically beggin’ me to fuck you when you look like that, love.” Fred hummed as he pressed himself more profusely against your rear. You gasped, chewing on your bottom lip as he kept you pinned to your body easily.

Normally, Fred would have the slightest sense of boundary. But you’ve clearly forfeited all right to that.

“Gettin’ all worked up over a name, Weasley?” You teased, certainly not knowing what you’ve gotten yourself into. Or maybe you did. Maybe you wanted it.

Fred laughed breathily. As if it was paining him to hold back. As if he was fighting every urge not to fuck you against the bleachers beside you.

”Yeah, you could say that.” He breathed. Despite yourself, you wiggled your ass against him, earning a low groan from behind you.

“Naughty little thing.” He tsked. Before you knew it, he was removing his hands from your stomach and hoisting you up and over his shoulder. You yelped, gasping and giggling as he slapped your ass with you hurled over one arm of his. (don’t be surprised. he’s a beater that grew up with 6 other siblings)

“Fred!” You shrieked. In which he hummed in response as he carried you off to his dorm room.

“Does y’daddy know you got a Weasley’s name on your back, love?” Fred groaned as he placed you down on the edge of his bed. Slowly. Agonizingly. He sunk to his knees between your spread legs.

He then placed a kiss, right on your clothed cunt. Eyes maintaining eye-contact with you the entire time. His pupils were blown, more black than brown as he grinned up at you and lazily pressed his cheek on your inner thigh.

“Does he know you’re fuckin’ wet for a Weasley, too?” He grinned, his fingers tugging down your waistband. Revealing your bare legs to his gaze. He groaned at the sight of your lace panties.

Fred was slipping your panties down your legs, revealing all of you to him. He tossed the garment to the side. You didn’t watch where they went. Didn’t know where they landed.

And then he was on you.

He couldn’t hold back. Jersey still on you, he leaned in, sucking on your cunt as he filthily ate you out. You gasped and groaned as his hands gripped your arse, bringing you closer to his awaiting mouth as he went down on you.

It was heaven. To say the least. And he was good. And he liked it.

His tongue would encircle your clit and his hips would rut into the side of the bed. When he added his fingers, you were a goner.

Two long digits fucking whatever his tongue wasn’t occupied with. It was messy, and you were a whining mess above him. Hand around your mouth, suffocating your little noises of pleasure.

Fred grunted in frustration. He wasn’t going to pull off your cunt to complain, to grab your hand and force your noises right out of your throat.

No, that’s what his twin was for.

“C’mon, love. Don’t go quiet on ‘im now. Not when he’s workin’ so bloody hard to get you moanin’ like that.” A voice purred from across the room. Your eyes snap up to meet George’s.

Despite yourself. Despite every moral bone in your body. Despite your mum and dad whom want you to find a good man at Hogwarts… You moan.

And Fred groans in praise. And hell he works harder now that you know his twin is here.

“Fred—y’brother—ahh, Fred!” You moaned, unable to escape his grasp as George chuckled from his bed. That’s when you noticed what he was holding. Your panties that Fred had ‘carelessly’ thrown onto his twins bed. All so calculated.

George didn’t look away from you as he brought your ruined panties to his nose, inhaling deeply, followed by a low whine as his hips involuntarily bucked.

That’s what sent you over the edge. That’s what sent you tumbling onto Fred’s mouth. With an incoherent cry, you fell apart for Fred.

He eagerly lapped up every drop, of course. Earning a hum of approval from his brother with a teasing grin. You panted as you came down from your high. Your legs shaking, hair disheveled, jersey lopsided and hanging off one shoulder.

Fred wasn’t done with you. And he was certainly leaving no time for questions. You felt him manhandling you onto your stomach, your arse up and ready.

Just as you expected him to line up with you from behind, to finally give your cunt what it’s been craving, he moves away.

“My turn, sweetheart.”

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“Jus’ such a pretty girl. So beautiful. Look better when you’re in my bed.” He teases as his tip kisses your cervix over and over again. Your cunt is sensitive and overstimulated from your two previous orgasms, only allowing him to hit deeper inside if you.

You moan beneath him as your phone vibrates and buzzes repeatedly on Bucky’s side table beside the bed.

Bucky grunts as he hears yet another vibration and he stops abruptly.

“Can’t blame him, sweetheart. If I lost this I’d be pissed too.” He laughs, but it’s tight and frustrated.

Your ringtone begins to play, the fucker is seriously calling you right now. Bucky grins sadistically as he recognizes the tune, he looks at you, silently asking for permission. When you nod, it’s game over.

He grabs your phone, pressing it to your ear as he answers.

“Why the fuck aren’t you answering my texts? You’re supposed to be my girl!” You hear your boyfriend angrily yell into the phone. Bucky grins down at you as he slowly begins to thrust again, pulling a low whimper from you that has you glaring at Bucky.

“Yeah, well, you lost her. She’s mine now. Stop callin’, we’re clearly in the middle of somethin’.” He grunted as his thrusts increased, a hand flew to your mouth to muffle your moans beneath him, earning a grin from Bucky.

“What? Who is thi—wait… is this Bucky? The Bucky that’s been goin’ after my girl?” Your ex puzzled together, making Bucky laugh as his other hand trailed over your chest, squeezing your breasts with a playful wink.

“The Bucky that’s got ‘your’ girl.” He corrected with a grunt as he pounded into you. The sound of skin slapping skin only grew louder and you wondered how long it would be before your ex realized.

“Just…just give her the damn phone!” Your ex mumbled angrily. Bucky laughed before looking down at you, hand covering your mouth, biting on it to suppress your moans.

“Not sure she can talk right now, she’s a little… busy.” Bucky hummed suggestively. Your ex began to spew curses and insults at Bucky as he fucked you. He leaned down, sucking on your nipple as your ex rambled on in his ear.

“—And that metal arm? Tacky! I can’t believe she would replace me with some—“ His words are drowned out by the noises of your pleasure. Bucky hums against your skin before pulling away with a grunt.

”Unless you want to hear her fuckin’ moan my name, it’s best to hang up.” Bucky rumbles into the phone. Your ex grows silent before he hangs up, Bucky grunts as he sets your phone back down and you finally uncover your mouth.

“T-thanks.” You whimper as his cock is grazing that spot. You moan and writhe beneath him, head buried in his pillow as your pussy clenched around his erection, coaxing another orgasm out of you.

“‘Course, doll. If he calls again, don’t cover your mouth.” He mumbles and that sends you over the edge.

You moan his name, panting as you give him another orgasm. This time, he’s comping with you. When you clamp down around him, he can’t hold back. He practically growls as he comes with you. His breathing labored. He collapses beside you, breathing in the scent of your shampoo as you both relish in the silence for a moment.

“I love you too, James.” You mumble, the weight of your previous orgasm collapsing on you as you drift off to bed. Bucky peels away, grabbing a warm wash cloth and dabbing along your messy thighs, cleaning you up. He kisses you as you lull to sleep.

The next morning, you wake up with Bucky’s arm around you, holding you firmly in place against his chest.

He’s snoring softly which makes you chuckle. You grab your phone, seeing at least twenty new messages from your ex.

You sign and set your phone back down. You really don’t feel like dealing with that today. You slowly peel away from Bucky’s grip, naturally awakening the super soldier.

“Sweetheart.” He rumbles, his sleepy voice making you stop in your trails. He sits up with a smile. Bucky has never been a morning person, but waking up next to you was so worth it.

“Shh, go back to bed.” You murmur with a cheeky grin. Bucky rolls his eyes, standing and following you on your feet. Your headed for his shower, and he’s right behind you.

“Please, doll. Can’t without you.” He rolls his eyes, hands gripping your waist and pulling you back against him. He’s insatiable. His morning wood pressed against your ass. You groan sarcastically, making Bucky chuckle.

“Buck.” You whine in complaint. Bucky hums, walking you forward to the shower. He turns on the water for you, noticing how shaky your legs are, making him laugh knowingly.

“Shut it.” You snap. He puts up his hands defensively, a grin wide across his face. The two of you step into the shower, the warm water cascading around you as he cradles your body against him.

Comfortable silence falls over the two of you as he ‘helps’ you wash your body, his cock pulsing with every drag of the loofa against your skin.

“Lemme take you out, doll.” He murmurs gently as his hands come to rest on your soapy stomach from behind you. You hum, blush spreading across your cheeks.

“Make you mine, for real. Not just fuck this pretty body.” He laughs, making you giggle as you turn around in his hold and smack him playfully on his shoulder.

“What makes you think I want to go out? I just got cheated on by my long-term, committed, relationship.” You laugh, your words clearly playful and sarcastic. Bucky rolls his eyes and scoffs playfully.

“Seemed like you wanted to go out when ya’ let me fuck you with your ‘long-term’ boyfriend on the phone.” Bucky laughed, your face flushed as you gasped, making him laugh. He turns you around, pressing you against the cool tile of the shower.

“Dinner then. Tomorrow. I’ll come by and pick you up.” Bucky insisted with a grin as he nipped on your shoulder, making you shudder against him.

“I’ll think about it.” You grin as he lines himself up again.

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Bucky was obsessed with you. From your head to your toe. You showed so much hospitality. You didn’t treat him like a failed experiment, or a killer, or a broken object, or a frightened animal, nor did you walk on eggshells around him as if he could strike at any moment.

You treated him like a friend.

He wanted to be more than that, but he’d never say it.

Plus, you had a boyfriend.

And it infuriated him. You were under appreciated. In his mind, anyone who wasn’t him would under appreciate you.

But he also felt like he didn’t deserve you. He was a conflicted man. Constantly second guessing himself. Except when he was with you, he was decisive. He wanted you. That never changed. Never wavered.

Stark’s personal assistant. Therefore, all of the avengers personal assistant. You had grown really close with Bucky, but you appreciated all the avengers just the same.

Stark had complained that Bucky had been ‘non-descriptive’ in his report regarding his latest solo mission. Meaning, you had to go fetch Bucky and make him fix it. Only problem was Bucky was working out in the towers’ gym. And you questioned all loyalty to your boyfriend when you saw Bucky working out.

“James!” You called as you entered the gym. You were the only one allowed to call him that, and it made his cock twitch.

Your eyes canned over the weight room. Sam and Steve sparring, Natasha stretching before her workout, a few S.H.I.E.L.D. agents here and there lifting weights, then, there’s Bucky.

He’s marvelous. Sweat dripping down his body, biceps bulging as he benches, metal arm glistening in the light, face barely contorted as if he’s not struggling. He’s currently benching 3 plates (315 pounds). It’s just his warmup weight. And it does something to you. His warm up weight is more than you. He’s not even struggling. Your boyfriend can’t lift you up. Can’t throw you around like you weight nothing. But Bucky can.

He grins when he sees you, getting in one more rep before he racks the bar. He sits up on the bench, his head motioning you to come over.

He’s just as affected by you as you are by him. And you have no clue.

“Hey, doll. What’s goin’ on?” He drawls, his voice a bit ragged. You blush with a kind smile. Bucky was a charmer. And he was kind to you. Respectful. A gentlemen.

“Mr. Stark says your report was inconclusive. He wants you to add more detail to the battle and the outcome.” You remark professional. His eyes drop and he curses under his breath. Bucky in his gym clothes, working out, looking like a greek god, and all you wanted from him was a damn report?

“C’mon, sweetheart, you could at least add some sugar f’me.” He grinned as he looked back up at you, gently taking the paper into his hands as he read over it.

“Right. Let me rephrase.” You clear your throat, ridding of your ‘professional’ voice that Bucky acted like he hated, but secretly found so sexy. “Tony wants you to add more to your report, Buck. Can you do that f’me?” You repeated in a sweet, less professional tone. You let your words slur sloppily. Like a real person.

Bucky grinned and nodded as he tossed the page beside his water bottle. He stood abruptly, towering over you as he moved to go add more weight to the bar.

He added another plate on both sides (405 pounds), and you swore you were gonna lose it if you watched him. You found your mind slipping. Your boyfriend starting to drift into forgetfulness. You knew you had to get out of there before you were licking the sweat off of his arms.

“Yeah, doll, I’ll handle it.” He winked with a cheeky grin as he slid back onto the bench, getting himself back into position to bench press the weight. You watched for a moment before you realized you really needed to get out of there.

So you did, after one final look of Bucky tossing around twice as much as your weight with no struggle, you left the gym with an undeniably flutter in your heart that you desperately tried to ignore.

It was wrong, you thought. You had a boyfriend. Bucky could have anyone he wanted. This was just a silly, school-girl crush. Or at least, that’s what you thought.

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“You know Bucky likes you, right?” Natasha inquired. She truly didn’t know if you were that clueless or not. Turns out, you were.

“What? No he doesn’t, Nat.” You laughed, as if she was playing some cruel joke on you. People had tried to tell you before that he liked you, but you never listened.

Your mind played sick tricks on you. Bucky could have anyone girl he wanted, why would he want you?

“—Plus, even if it’s true. I have a boyfriend.” You reminded, earning a playful groan from Natasha. It seems no one really liked your boyfriend along the tower.

“I’m serious! I heard him and Steve talkin’ about it. I dunno, ‘doll’, seems like he could have the ‘hots’ for you.” Natasha implied. You rolled your eyes. Truly, she was persistent and relentless. That was nice. You still didn’t believe her, but the effort was there.

“You’re ridiculous.” You’d laugh. Though you didn’t know if you were talking to yourself, or Natasha.

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Weeks gone by since that little encounter with Natasha. You and Bucky remained normal, close friends, professional. Even if he would call you little names, and even if you would giggle and smack his shoulder when he said something too flirty.

Bucky was a charmer. You reminded yourself. Steve constantly teased him about the 40’s, how every woman left satisfied after a night with Bucky Barnes.

You figured, it was nice to let him flirt with you. Even if you didn’t reciprocate too much. It helped build his confidence. You thought. You’re being a good friend. You reminded.

Bucky wanted you so bad it hurt. At every turn, he was reminded he couldn’t have you. That so other asshole could. He would never get to hear you laugh intimately, or take you out, or have you writhing beneath him as he worships every—

“You got it bad, Buck.” Steve sighed as he sat down by his friend. Bucky didn’t deny it. Didn’t grow defensive. Didn’t push away his friend and fire back with his own remark. He just bowed his head into his hands with a groan.

“I know.” Was all he could say. Everyday you stayed on his mind. I bet she would like these flowers. Bucky would think as he passed by a local shop. I bet she would kiss every damn scar. Bucky would think as he looked over his ruined body in the mirror. His brain constantly taunted him with the thoughts of what you might be like.

“What are you gonna do?” Steve murmured. They had just gotten back from a mission, sitting together as they flew back to Stark’s Tower.

“I don’t know.” Bucky sighed, lifting his head to finally meet Steve’s gaze. Nothing but empathy. Steve had been there before. When he was scrawny, and no girl would even look his way.

But Bucky wasn’t scrawny. Girls looked his way all the time. Why couldn’t he just get over you? In all honesty, he didn’t want to. You were one of the best people he had ever met, and he didn’t want to let you go.

“James! You’re back.” You beamed as you saw him enter the tower. Snacks all in your hands. You were restocking the fridge for everyone again. So thoughtful. So kind.

“Hey, gorgeous, you need some help?” He asked, even as he was already grabbing all the grocery bags off your arms without responding. You laughed as he took them, a big lopsided grin as his face as you two walked together.

Steve sent him a look. Bucky ignored him.

“Yeah, thanks, Buck.” You smiled. Christ. Your smile. So bright, and genuine, and beautiful. It was his favorite thing to see on your face. He smiled back. Something soft, genuine, but gentle.

“No problem, sweets. Can’t believe no one came n’ helped ya sooner.” He grinned. Ever the tease. The charm. The flirt. His Brooklyn accent was enough to make your head spin. It was so effortlessly him. Nothing mechanic, or programmed.

“What do you got planned this week?” Bucky indulged in small talk. He hated small talk. Unless it was with you. He set the groceries down, handling it himself as you chatted his ear off.

“Oh! I gotta do the dry cleaning for the tower, arrange a few meetings for Tony, and…” You drawled out the word. You didn’t like telling Bucky about things between you and your boyfriend. You didn’t like to involve him in that.

“—got a big dinner planned on Saturday with my boyfriend.” You finished. Bucky stiffened but he didn’t miss a beat. He didn’t want you to know how much he hated the thought of you with someone else.

So he plastered a fake grin, not the soft one he held earlier. His teeth were gritted. His jaw clenched as he finished unloading the groceries.

“That’s nice, doll. Real nice.” He gritted out, maintaining every inch of composure he could muster. He didn’t wait for a response, he just turned and left. You quirked a brow. Bucky didn’t ever leave a room with you first. Really, never. You always initiated the ‘goodbye’.

“Uh, okay, bye!” You called after him, utterly confused on what his deal was. Steve glanced at him knowingly as he stormed by, beelining straight for his room within the tower.

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Saturday was a nightmare.

Firstly, you had no clue what to wear. Everything you put on made you feel horrendous about yourself. Sometimes the fabric would grip your stomach pudge, sometimes your stretch marks were showing, sometimes your thighs looked gigantic and you felt simply terrible.

Finally, you find the perfect dress. It’s black and sparkly. It highlights your curves, not your flaws (what you think are flaws), and pairs perfectly with your matching strap heels and purse. Your body looks fantastic and you feel like you can finally breathe again. You take at least five spins in the mirror (yes, your butt looks good too), and when you finally decided you’ve twirled enough you head to the fancy restaurant.

You take a seat at your reserved table, excitement tumbling out of you. You can only picture your boyfriend’s reaction to how good you look. Maybe he’ll drop to his knees, maybe he’ll kiss you so hard your breath is stolen, maybe he’ll even pay the full bill. What a dream.

You’re a drop-dead, beautiful goddess. And your boyfriend is… late. Not even late. He doesn’t show.

You’ve been stood up. You call him, text him, and you get no response. You check his location. It’s off.

You’re not scared, you don’t think he’s ‘hurt’ or bleeding out in an alley. You think he’s cheating.

You don’t think, you know. It’s a gut-feeling. An instinct. You’re certain you’re right. That’s when you receive the picture.

You don’t recognize the number, it’s unsaved. It’s a photo of some girl sucking your boyfriend off. All she sends along with it is two winking emojis. You’re pissed.

You spent the better half of two hours doing your makeup, finding the perfect dress, choosing the right heals and bag… You’ve been waiting at the restaurant for an hour.

You storm out furiously. No waiters or servers try to stop you, you’re headed straight for Stark Tower with a clenched jaw and gritted teeth. You slam your car door shut and storm into the elevator. You hit the button for Bucky’s floor. Tears start brimming in the corner of your eyes before you’re brushing them back.

You’re angry. Pissed. A little relived. You get an excuse to go sleep with Bucky. You’re not insecure. You don’t fear he might not want you. You just want to teach that asshole a lesson. And you want it to be Bucky. Because your boyfriend hates Bucky.

You knock on the door once. Twice. He answers. “Sam, what the hel—“ He begins to chastise, then he sees you. You’re gorgeous. Your dress clings to every curve. Your ass, your breasts, your thick thighs… He could bust right now. He can even see the highlight of your stomach pudge poking out and it turns him on.

He liked his women bigger. He hated the 40’s. Everyone following the same beauty standards, trying to all be as thin as paper. He loved that you were womanly. With a womanly figure. It takes him a second to realize how mad you are and how you’re pushing past him into his apartment. Your eyes were glassy, he notices.

“Oh, fuck, sweetheart.” He sighs. He shuts the door and is pulling you into one of his—much needed—bear hugs. His large hands cradle the back of your head, pressing you against his hard chest. He’s beefy. You can feel his muscles pressing against you. “What happened, doll?” He murmurs. His voice so soft it could lull a baby to sleep.

You take a few deep breaths to collect yourself. The tears finally stop flooding and you lift your head off his chest.

“I-I got all dressed up, got to the restaurant and just sat there. Alone. For an hour.” You sniffled. Bucky nodded, his gentle blue eyes peering into yours, wordlessly coaxing more information out of you.

“He stood me up! I texted, I called, he didn’t answer. Then I get this!” You exclaim, your voice cracking as you showing Bucky the message the girl sent you. Bucky repulses. He’s… small. He wants to laugh, but he knows better right about now.

“—I even did a full body shave, Buck. Thinkin’ maybe, just maybe, he’d want to finally fuck me when he saw me lookin’ s’good.” You complained. Bucky nodded along, criticizing himself mentally for the way his cock twitched and his eyes darkened at your words.

“Listen to me, sweetheart. Any man that wouldn’t want to fuck you, at all. Is a fool. And an ass.” Bucky grunted. His large hands gripped your waist, pulling your curves flush against him. He tried to ignore how good your hips felt under his hands.

Just comfort her, Bucky. His brain would remind. Don’t be a horny asshole right now. He shamed himself.

“You are the most beautiful woman i’ve ever seen. Y’hear me? I’m sorry he did that, baby. Shoulda’ called me. Woulda’ came n’ ate with you. Showered you in compliments.” He murmured so sweetly your chest ached.

“I just want you to make me feel better, Buck.” Your voice dropped, suggesting at something much more than a friend comforting a friend.

Bucky stiffened. His eyes blown with lust. His hands gripping your hips tightly.

“Plus… I need a picture to send back.”

That’s how Bucky got you undressed and was trying to convince you to ride his face.

“C’mon, doll. What a better way to get back at ‘em than to sit on my face?” He teased playfully. He was still dress at the center of the bed, now propped up on two elbows as he saw your hesitation.

“Need help, baby?” He purred as he saw you begin to undo the straps to your heels. You nodded with a little pout. He grinned as patted his thigh, prompting you to put your foot there, in which you did.

He slowly began to undo the strap to your heels, gazing up at you lovingly as he planted little kisses along your ankles.

“Even painted ya’ toes, huh?” He teased playfully, watching as you erupted into a fit of laughter. He loved your laugh. It had to be one of the best sounds heaven could bring to him.

“Oh, shut up.” You giggled as he finally peeled off your heels, leaving you completely bare. He practically scrambled back to his position on the bed as he awaited you charmingly.

“Please, sweetheart? Just wanna live between those pretty thighs of yours.” He pleaded. You whimpered at his words. Slowly, hesitantly, you crawled onto the bed, up his body.

“Jus’ smother me in your pretty cunt, please?” He murmured. That did it. You stubbornly climb your way up his body till your dripping cunt was approaching his mouth and he groaned.

“Jesus Christ, baby.” He breathed at the sight of your soaked pussy. Gorgeous. Undeniably mouth-watering. He was so ready to drown in you.

“You’re gonna tell me if you can’t breathe, right? Don’t wanna crush you.” You murmur, whining as his breath ghosted over your cunt. You’re dripping over his chin, and you’re worried about suffocating him?

“No, i’m not, doll. Just gonna sit there and take it. Like I should.” He rasped. You can’t tell if he’s being sarcastic or not. You’re sure he’s serious. Because he is. He would gladly die between your legs.

You’re hesitant as you adjust on top of him. You don’t want to hurt Bucky, really.

“C’mon, baby, just sit on my fuckin’ face ‘fore I make you.” He huffs as your thighs shake on either side of his head, desperately trying not to clamp down on his head.

Before you can protest, he’s pushing you down onto his awaiting mouth.

“James, I—ahh!” You moan as his tongue connects with your dripping sex. He cut you off expertly, grinning against you smugly as he begins to suckle on your clit.

You’re a moaning, whimpering, mess.

Your hands fly to his hair, entangling in the brown locks.

When your thighs tighten around his head, he groans and his hips buck upward to meet nothing, only causing another groan to spill from his lips.

“Fuck me.” He gasps as he pulls off your cunt, his lips glistening and chin wet with your slick. He could bust right now, your cunt is that sweet. It’s enough to get him off. “Let’s get me picture-perfect first, sweetheart. Not sure i’m gonna last any longer like this.” He grins charmingly. You chew down on your bottom lip as you grab your phone, fingers trembling.

“Alright, c’mon Bucky, pose.” You tease playfully as Bucky laughs.

His large hands are on your thighs, prying you open for him, his mouth is enveloping your cunt hungrily, his nose bumping against your clit, his hair is a bit messy in all the best ways, and his eyes, that’s what makes the picture. His eyes are piercing, hooded, dark. Eyebrows stern and you shudder at the picture.

The picture is perfect. In every entity of the word. It captures everything about Bucky. His desire is easy to spot. You send it back to the number, then to your boyfriend for good measures.

He eagerly gets back to work when you’re satisfied with the photo. “Go ahead n’ send it to me too, doll.” He grins as he delves back in your cunt. His nose bumps your cunt and you moan whorishly. It’s wanton and It makes him groan against you.

When he redoubles his efforts, you’re practically bucking against his face. He’s grunting and gasping against your cunt, unable to contain himself as his cock is throbbing and thrusting against the confines of his pants.

He groans quietly, each delicious drag of his lips and tongue making you shudder. He holds you down on him, face buried in your pussy. He sucks gently on your clit, then circles it with his tongue, only to trail down and flutter it against your throbbing cunt.

You gasp as your back arches and you roll your hips. Your stomach coils and your thighs tense. Bucky groans softly as you ride his face, grinding and dragging your cunt over his tongue. He grips your hips tightly and guides your motion, controlling your pace.

“S’beautiful, baby, could die happily between these thighs.” He rasps. You’re so close to coming it’s intoxicating. You’re chasing your high with vigorous need. Your hips buck just right and hit his tongue and nose at the perfect spot.

“Fuck, James!” You cry as you squirm and convulse on his tongue. He doesn’t waste a single drop of your sweet cum. He’s lapping it up eagerly and filthy slurping at your cunt. You’re whining as he finally releases you from his iron-grip.

He pulls back and his cunt and mouth are dripping with your essence. He presses sweet little kisses to your thighs that surround his head. He adores how thick they are, lavishing your stretch marks in worshipping attention.

“Thought I was gonna cream my pants, sweetheart. That’s how good your cunt is.” He mumbles against your thighs as his own lips trail down your body. He nips at your skin hungrily. He needs more.

Your hands rest on his chest, holding yourself up with a whine as he teased you.

Bucky adores having your weight on top of him. He would flip you around, give you the fucking you deserve, but he wants you to ride him, first. He wants to feel your weight on top of him before he truly fucks you.

“Gonna give me another, doll? Jus’ want you to ride me, yeah? S’not hard. I’ll help you.” He murmurs pleadingly. You don’t have to time to protest before he’s gripping you by your hips and lifting you up and off his face to his own hips.

The breath is knocked out of your lungs. He’s not struggling. He’s not flaunting his strength or flexing. He just effortlessly lifted you, all arms, and sat you above the tent of his pants.

It makes a whole new wave of arousal wash over you, and it shows on his pants. He glances down at the wet patch with a predatory grin that says everything you need to know.

He’s figured you out.

You don’t give them the time to tease you because your grinding your wet cunt against the crotch of his pants, making him groan and glare at you.

“Doll.” He warns. You shush him playfully as you continue to shamelessly grind yourself against the dent in his pants.

His metal armed grips your hips, the cool metal clashing against your warm skin. It’s pleasant and welcomed. You whine, not sure if you’re teasing him or yourself at this point.

“How ‘bout you have the real thing, sweetheart?” He murmurs and before you know it, he’s lifting you off his crotch and unfastening his belt. He tugs down his pants as you pull off his shirt, revealing him to your eyes.

He’s magnificent, of course. There’s scars and gashes along his torso, only serving to make him more sexy in your opinion.

You lean down, pressing a kiss to one of his larger scars along his stomach. He suppresses a whine from under you. He knew you would kiss his scars.

“You’re so handsome.” You smile as you press another lingering kiss. Bucky could stay like this for hours, but he needs you.

“Stop teasin’.” He huffs, even with his dopey grin on full display. You laugh softly as you crawl down his body.

Your hands dip beneath his waistband, still a tease as you slowly, agonizingly, tug the material down his body. His cock eagerly slaps up against his stomach when it’s freed from his boxers.

Despite how his hands are twitching at his sides, Bucky lets you set the pace. He wants you too feel worshipped. Pretty, admired, adored, everything that asshole ex of yours couldn’t do. Wants to prove why he’s better.

Firstly, his cock is a lot bigger. It’s an undeniable fact. He’s thick and long, a vein running down the base to make you shiver.

Slowly, teasingly, you sink onto his cock. He hisses, head rolling back into the pillow. His hands fly to your hips, guiding you as you take his cock.

The stretch is immense. You whimper as you sink onto him, panting.

“Oh, fuck,” You breathed. Bucky cursed beneath you as you set a slow, torturous, pace. Every roll of your hips was euphoric. Bucky was fighting every single nerve inside of his body to just pick you up and slam you back down on his dick, setting a new pace.

“feels s’good.” You slur as you pick up the pace. It’s not enough for him. He’s filling you up. He can see himself in your tummy as he rests two hands under his head, propping him up slightly.

After a few more rolls of his hips, he really can’t take it anymore.

Honestly, you’re surprised he lasted this long.

“Jus’ sit there and take it, baby. Lemme help.” He murmurs as he picks you up and slams you back down on his dick. He sets a brutal pace, fucking up into you as you bounce on top of him.

You moan and whine as he finally slowly back down. His tempo is maddening. One second he’s manhandling you up and down him, the next he’s gazing up into you lovingly as you rock back and forth.

It’s amazing.

“B-buck, James, fuck.” You babble. One hand slides up you body, thumbing at your nipples and cupping your heavy chest. You moan softly for him. So sweetly, his own personal choir.

“Yeah, I know, doll.” He grins smugly as you roll your eyes. He sets his faster pace back into action, making your eyes roll in a different kind of way.

You whine as his hand leaves your chest to play with your clit. You’re positive you won’t last any longer, Bucky knows. He can feel you. He knows it’s just a matter of time.

His thumbs laps lazily at your clit as he bounces you on top of him. Your weight is so comforting to him. The constant ‘fight or flight’ in his mind subsides. His heart isn’t thumping, per usual. He’s not scared or anticipating the next strike.

“Gonna give me another, sweetheart? Wanna feel it. You’re grippin’ onto me like you don’t want to let go.” He rasps. You whine. You don’t last much longer with his cock dragging along your walls, his thumb teasing your clit, and his words making your whole body vibrate.

You clench around him one last time and with a deafening cry you collapse for him. It’s magical to watch you come undone, and he can feel his balls twitching, urging him to let go as well.

He doesn’t. He wants this night to last for you. Plus, his stamina is insane. He plans on taking you over and over till you physically can’t anymore.

“There ya’ go. Let it all out f’me.” He murmurs as he slowly stops your rocking on top of him. You whine as your cum gushes out of you, trialing down his cock and across his abdomen.

You’re not done.

He knows it.

He’s going to have you cum again on his cock.

Before you can process, he’s capturing your lips in a wind-stealing kiss as he swiftly switches your positions. Your beautiful hair splayed out across his pillow as he grins down at you.

“Just one more, m’promise.” He coo’s sweetly. You’re not sure if he’s mocking you or being sarcastic at this point. Your brain is a haze. The only thing you know is when his thrusts start again, so do your moans.

“I love you, doll.”

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you can do nothing by moan and take it. you’re an overstimulated mess below him and he knows it. he hasn’t came at all tonight. but he’s about to. he groans as he feels the coil in his stomach tighten. and that’s when it happens.

“moy angel, ona tak khorosho ko mne otnositsya.” (my angel, she’s taking me so well). he grunts. you have little to no clue what he saying. but he’s so sexy when he says it, you clench around him and he groans as he ruts deeper into you.

”vyzhimayesh' iz menya vsyu zhizn', kukolka. oshchushcheniye potryasayushcheye.” (squeezing the life out of me, doll. feels amazing.) he rumbles. he’s not even doing this to get you off. he barely even recognizes the fact that he’s tumbling out russian. you clench again as your head lolls back and he knows he won’t make it much longer.

“posmotri na nas. posmotri, kak ty dobr ko mne, poka ya konchayu.” (look at us. look at how good you are for me while i cum). he grunts. he doesn’t understand why you don’t look. that you don’t know what he’s saying. he simply figures it’s because your so overstimulated, not because he’s speaking a different language.

he grabs the back of your head with enough force that your eyes jolt to where his cock had been ramming you deep into your shared bed. you moan at the sight. bucky groans, hand in your hair as he cums inside of you. you watch, transfixed as his seed glides along your folds.

you pant as your head falls back and be lays down on top of you, suffocating you with his weight that you welcome.

“perfect, gorgeous. that’s all you are for me.” he breathlessly smiled. you figured you’d tell him about his little habit later. how he can only babble russian when he’s balls deep inside of you and about to cum.

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It had been three days since your gruesome breakup. And you were already feeling amazing.

You realized your ex was holding you back from so many things. All you did together was sit on the couch and watch tv, now that he was out the house, you couldn’t stop moving.

Today your girls were taking you out to some expensive gala. Something your ex couldn’t even afford to look at. It felt right.

You felt powerful. All dressed up and cute. Your dress was stunning. It flaunted your curves perfectly. You were never allowed to wear anything too short or tight with your ex, but you’re a free woman now. And you looked beautiful. Absolutely gorgeous. And the best part was, you knew it. You were practically radiating confidence.

You saw him sitting at the bar, nursing a glass of straight whiskey. He was the embodiment of a man. Sleek but burly. Masculine but not cocky.

You noticed his vibranium arm. Black and gold, concealed by the sleeve of his suit. You’re not sure if that should have scared you off, or drawled you in. Either way, you found yourself approaching him.

“Can I buy you a drink, handsome?” You smiled, sliding into the seat next to him at the bar. The man cocked a brow before grinning with a chuckle.

He would’ve been offended had you not been so beautiful.

“I’m pretty sure that’s my job, sweetheart.” He purred. You hummed. You let your eyes rake over him subtly. His hair was slicked back, a stray lock falling out, paired with a sleek suit and a bow tie to top it off. He was tall. Even when sitting down. “What are you drinkin’, doll?” He rumbled, clinking his glass against the bar top.

You told him what you wanted and he ordered it without question. He didn’t expect anything. You two made excellent conversation, surprisingly. He was rather quiet but charming nonetheless. The silence between you wasn’t awkward but rather comforting.

“So,” You drawled out the word, drawing Bucky’s attention back to you. “You takin’ anyone home tonight? Or is the spot still open?” You hummed, swirling your drink a bit before taking another sip as Bucky laughs.

“Sweetheart, I’m twice your age.” He reminded, stiffening. “Why don’t cha’ go for someone your own age, gorgeous?” He inquired. You chewed on your bottom lip. Liquid courage was the devil. And it had a wicked hold on you.

“Guys my age don’t know how to keep me.” You murmured. Bucky’s eyes darkened a notch. It was wrong. He was about a decade older than you, technically. Well, his body was. But fuck you were a pretty little thing. “Wanna be treated right.” You sighed playfully. Even if it was the truth.

“Yeah? Need some lovin’, doll?” He breathed. Your cunt throbbed a consistent rhythm at his breathlessness. He stared you down with his piercing blue eyes as he took another swig of whiskey. He didn’t feel the burn anymore. Hell, he wasn’t even drunk. Just buzzed. And hard.

“Mhm.” You purred, chewing on your inner cheek. You took the opportunity to sip your drink, hiding your blush from his cold gaze for more than two seconds. He intrigued you. And Bucky was a good-looking man. Old-school. For sure.

“C’mon, dollface. Let’s get you out of this cute little dress.”

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That’s how you ended up in Bucky’s apartment, surrounded by his scent driving you up a damn wall at every turn.

You’d been to plenty of guys’ places before. None of them were so delectable. It smelled like heaven in there, had you been a teenager your hormones would have been out of wack.

It smelled masculine. It made you want to set back feminism a few years.

Despite his words, he held you like a woman. Gentle like you were made out of glass. Not some little girl he could throw around. (even though he could throw you around if he wanted too).

You were on him like crazy. As soon as you entered his apartment you took his collar and brought him down to your height, kissing him with such passion he could drown in it. He grunted against your mouth as he kissed you back. You heard the slam of a door as he walked you backwards.

“Careful, gorgeous.” He growled against your jaw. You could only assume Bucky had snapped so many jaws before. Yet he handle yours with such care. “Might bite off more than you can chew.” He hummed. You grinned. As if it were a challenge.

“I hope so.” You breathed in defiance. Bucky grinned. Before you knew it, he was hoisting your body upwards, your legs instinctively wrapping around him and his hands greedily kneaded your ass as he brought you to the kitchen counter.

He set you down with a cheeky grin. He stepped between your thighs and you were so ready to be railed. But instead he did something completely unexpected.

He dropped to his knees. His 6-foot-4-self sank to his knees. For you. He fell to his knees before you. He had a vibranium arm, military training, had killed hundreds of men, and he was practically submitting to you.

You whined in protest as he spread your legs and bunched up your dress around your hips. You wanted to be fucked.

“Bucky—“

“You wanted an older man, didn’t you, gorgeous?”

“Yeah, but—“

“Older men like to eat pussy, doll.”

You whimpered at his filthy words. That was truly all the convincing you need as he leaned in and pressed a kiss to your clothed cunt. Your panties were ruined. The lacy pink fabric soaked through.

“Fuck, sweetheart.” He cursed, your cunt throbbed beneath your lingerie. He groaned as he slowly slid the material down your luscious thighs. He wanted you to suffocate him. To drown him in your pussy.

“Prettiest damn thing I’ve ever seen.” He murmured as his eyes were transfixed in your cunt. Your folds. Your clit. Everything.

“Can I touch her, baby? Please?” He pleaded weakly. You breathe, captivated, you don’t even realize he’s begging you to give you pleasure till he speaks again.

“Please, doll. Want to make her feel good, i’ll be so sweet, make you forget about all those boys you’ve—“ Bucky is practically in a trance. He doesn’t notice you shaking your head, telling him it’s okay. “—had, m’promise i’ll make her feel better. She’s drippin’ f’me and—“

“Buck, please, yes,” You pant. His eyes darken as his cheeks flush a tint. You’re used to men taking your pussy, acting as if it’s theirs. Bucky doesn’t. He’s begging for it. Begging to make you feel good.

When his tongue connects with your cunt, it’s pure bliss. You moan obscenely as he suckles on your clit. You gasp, your hands running to his hair as you tug on it, making him groan against your cunt.

His once slicked hair is becoming much more messier under your greedy hands. His mouth envelopes around your pussy, making you whine.

“She’s s’wet.” He praises against your cunt, muffled by the sound of his mouth on you and your desperate moans from above him.

You’re practically incoherent as his expert tongue delves into you, making you rethink every other man you’ve been with.

Before you know it, Bucky is grabbing your ass and hoisting you up again. You’re entirely on him now. His hands support most of your weight and his nose bumps against your clit, making an outlandish moan rip from deep within you. Your legs wrap around his head, rested on his shoulders, fulfilling his dream of suffocating between his thighs.

“B-bucky, oh fuck!” You hiss as his nose somehow hits that spot again against your clit. You’re coming instantly. Your hands curled into his hair, exploding onto his eager tongue. He groans in approval as he laps up all of your juices. Effectively, he stimulates you.

You’re panting as he disconnects from your cunt, gently placing you back on the counter.

He grins at you smugly as he licks his lips, collecting your final remains of slick.

“Delicious, doll. Made me wanna cum in my pants like a damn teenager.” He laughs. You chuckle breathlessly, still collecting yourself after that mind-shattering orgasm. Your legs already feel numb and you doubt you’re going to last the rest of the night like this.

“Y’alright, sweetheart?” He hums. Of course he knows he’s good at eating pussy. He knows your brain is a haze. His lips and chin are glistening. The tip of his nose still has your arousal on it. You’re not sure if you’ll ever be ‘alright’ again.

“Yeah—yeah i’m okay, just want you t’fuck me now.” You whine. Bucky laughs breathlessly. If his dick is anything like his tongue, you’re sure you’re going to see white by the end of this encounter.

He helps you out of your dress, determined to reveal all of you to his gaze. Now your clad in only a pink, lace bra, and he is still fully clothed besides his tie in which he had ripped off earlier.

Bucky takes off his suit jacket and you want to drool. His muscles are revealed, as well as his vibranium arm. It’s supposed to be intimidating, but it only serves to turn you on more. His white undershirt is rolled up to his forearms, making him look the picture of gruff elegance tied into one.

Your eager to undress him but you let him set the torturous pace. You decided to complain once he takes his sweet time with his belt.

“You’re takin’ forever.” You complain. It’s childish and a whine but he simply sends you a look that shuts you up fast.

“That’s the problem with your generation, sweetheart.” He drawls, making you roll your eyes at his old-man-ness. “—You’re so impatient. Especially while you’re still drippin’ all over my counter.” He huffs as he takes off his shirt. He’s scarred over his chest. Bruises, gashes, everything. It makes you want to lick him of his wounds clean. But you control yourself for the most part as he’s slowly shagging down his dress slacks.

“That’s the problem with your generation.” You begin, mirroring his words in a teasing manner. “You take too long to fuck the girl on your counter.” You remind. Bucky grins and crashes his lips against yours. He’s kissing you breathless while shrugging off his boxers. The multi-tasking of it way more hotter than it should be.

He leaves you panting and breathless, stripping you of all further remarks as your finally met with the sight of his cock. He’s hung. Absurdly so. Your mouth waters and your cunt drools. Part of you is scared of him breaking you in half, the other is anticipating for when he finally gets inside of you and makes you scream. He’s thick as he is long. Practically made by heaven itself.

He effortlessly pulls you to the edge of the counter as he runs his tip through your sopping wet folds.

“Much better, doll. Finally some peace and quiet.” He teases, earning himself a glare from you, followed by a whimper as he inches it deeper. You gasp as he slowly pushes inside of you, his eyes watching himself as he enters your accommodating warmth.

Both of you can feel the stretch as he’s finally balls-deep inside of you.

It’s maddening.

Bucky groans as his head falls to your neck. He gives you a second, like the gentlemen he is. You notice his dog tags are still on, the only article of clothing left on his body. He must have tucked them beneath his suit. They’re present now. And your fascinated.

Suddenly, he thrusts, and you lose all train of thought.

You’re practically a babbling mess as he fucks you. He’s a completely different man inside of your cunt. As he picks up the pace, you can hardly make out what he’s saying.

“Fuck. You’re so tight. She feels amazin’, doll, I could bust at any damn second.” He curses. Your head rolls back as his thrusts cause your whole body to shake. It feels amazing. There’s not other word for it besides euphoric.

“What do you need, gorgeous?” He rasps, his voice rough as gravel as his tip kisses your cervix. You gasp as he finds that spot within you. You’re officially teetering on the edge of a vision-blurring orgasm as he laughs slowly.

“Oh, that’s it, yeah? Right there? Oh, fuck, it is.” He groans as he abuses your special spot. You gasp and moan. Your about to cum, you can feel the coil inside of you threatening to snap.

“Please, let me cum.” You beg, your voice hoarse from all the moaning you’ve done tonight. Buckys eyes shoot to yours. There slightly wide, piercing.

“Let you?” He repeats. He’s practically offended. He scoffs and curses beneath his breath. “Dollface, you’re the one letting me fuck you. Cum f’me.” He murmurs. You’re too busy screaming around his cock to care if he’s truly offended or not.

“Bucky!” You cry, followed by a string of moans. You clamp down hard on him. He groans and curses beneath his breath. It’s russian and you have no damn clue what he’s saying, but it sounds so good it pulls another whimper from you as he fucks you through your orgasm.

“Takaya krasivaya veshch', ya sobirayus' tebya pogubit'.” (such a pretty thing, i plan to ruin you). He rasps. He barely slows down as he fucks you deep. You realize he’s going to coax another orgasm from you, and your a babbling mess.

“C-can’t, can’t, I-I, pl-ease.” You incoherently whine. Bucky grunts. He knows you can. If it was serious he’d stop, no questions asked, but he wants to see your limit.

“You can, sweetheart. Guys your age didn’t know how to touch you, right? Gotta take what I give you now, doll.” He rumbles, you gasp but nod. You want to be good for him. You’re so overstimulated but you fight off the cloud of haze threatening to fog your mind. You whine and nod as his hands find your heavy chest.

He leans down, taking a nipple into his mouth and sucking generously as his metal hand pinches and plays with your other tit, equalizing the attention as best as he can. He pulls back with a wet ‘pop’ and a grin before repeating his actions on the other side. “Perfect.” He rasps against you, forgetting about where else you two are connected.

You clench around him and he groans, bringing his attention back to what matters most. He pulls back with a dark glint in his eye. He’s getting close. And as he gets close, his mouth gets filthier.

“Offered to buy me a damn drink.” He grumbles as he ruts into you, you moan softly, you can barely understand his mumbling as your eyes screw shut. “What else do you do, doll? Pay on the first date? Hold open the door for these boys you’re with?” He rasps. It’s nearly a growl. He’s practically feral.

“Slid next to me lookin’ like sin wrapped in silk. Pretty fuckin’ girl.” He groaned and tilted his head back. You cum again, milking him for all he’s worth. He didn’t mean to cum inside. But he does. And he doesn’t stop.

You moan in pleasure as he fills you up. If it had been any other one night stand, you would’ve lost it. But you’re on the pill. And it feels so good.

He pants as he slowly pulls out, leaving your combined seeds dripping onto his counter as you both breathe for a moment together. He leans in, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

Luckily for you, Bucky doesn’t do one night stands.

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hii lovelies! ty for reading, as always reqs are open and appreciated💘. (i write for loki, bucky, steve and either weasley twin)

“Please, Odin.” Your voice croaked. Hands and knees, begging for some advice, a sign, anything.

Loki watched with hooded eyes in the shadows. He knew his father would be ignoring your pleas. He always did. His father was probably on the throne right now, growing fat and drinking, not paying attention to one of his most devoted worshippers.

“Please, I need your wisdom, oh, merciful god.” You begged, face falling into your hands as your knees gave out. Odin wasn’t answering. He never did. The God of Wisdom was ignoring your pleas. But Loki wasn’t.

“I have plentiful wisdom myself, darling. Why don’t you pray to me instead?” The voice purred, emerging from the shadows. There he stood. The God of Mischief. Tall, imposing, radiating power, dressed to the Nine in Asgardian leather and armor.

Silence fell between the two of you. Your eyes wide like an innocent deer, looking the picture of an innocent worshipper. Loki chuckled at your silence. Scared little thing.

“I-I must be hallucinating.” You murmured to yourself, shocked as you sat up on your knees before the god. You must have lost track in the church. How long had it been since you’ve drank water? Hours? This simply must be the product of dehydration. Or perhaps you had fallen asleep?

“Please, darling, don’t stop on my accord. Plead to the god that answered you this time.” Loki grinned, Cheshire cat-like. Mischievous. Obviously. You were hesitant but you obeyed your god. You bowed your head again, placing it on the back of your hands as you began to pray.

“Please, Loki, God of Mischief, son of Odin—“ You began as you always did. Loki grunted as he interrupted.

“—Frigga.” He corrected. You paused, lifting your head before nodding and continuing. You cleared your throat. It was beginning to grow raw.

“—son of Frigga.” You paused again, waiting for further corrections but you were met with a hum of approval. “Please, mischievous god. Provide me with your wisdom. Help me through my strife. In your name I pray, Loki.” You finished. Your cheeks were flushed of embarrassment as Loki hummed and nodded.

A beat of silence stretched before the two of you as he spoke again.

“When was the last time a god answered your prayers like this, little girl?” Loki inquired even though he knew the answer. He squatted down, placing a slender digit below your chin and lifting it upwards to meet his piercing gaze.

“Never, sir. Not like this.” You mumbled back, voice tiny like a mouse. Loki nodded with a grin.

“I figured.” He retorted playfully before standing once more. You stood as well, but the god still towered over you, invading your personal space. “You are a beautiful worshipper, love. Never strayed far from your faith, hmm?” He continued, slowly walking you backwards till your back hit the wall of the sanctuary.

“N-no. Never.” You stammered. Loki noticed how utterly flustered you grew, and it was simply adorable to him. He chuckled. A deep, rumbling noise from within his broad chest.

“Such a devoted, pretty thing. In Asgard we go to war for woman like you.” He hummed lowly, enforcing proximity between the two of you. You didn’t dare try to fight off the god. Not the god you had worshipped since you could speak.

“Are you afraid of me, darling?” Loki spoke up again. You shook your head. You weren’t afraid. You were grateful. Grateful a god had finally answered your prayers. Loki chuckled. He could see so much more for you. “You should be.” He stated plainly. You knew it was true. But you weren’t scared, surprisingly.

“You pray to these gods that never answer. They view you as a weak mortal. Someone who sings their praises without a morsel of credit.” Loki sneered. Not necessarily at you. But the words packed a punch in your gut. “They laugh at you. They don’t appreciate your efforts. How long have you been in this sanctuary, today alone?” Loki murmured, twisting a stray lock of your hair before releasing it with a grin. He didn’t put it back in place. He left it out. A sign that you weren’t perfect. That nothing was.

“Around 5 hours, my god.” You responded, your voice wavering. Surely the gods didn’t mock you. They appreciated you. A dedicated worshipper. Loki was the God of Deception. You wouldn’t let him deceive you.

“I can see so much for you, darling. You’re far from a weakling. You could be a goddess, if you wanted.” He mumbled against your ear, nipping at a spot just below it, pulling a sweet gasp from your lips. “The goddess of innocence, perhaps.” He laughed teasingly. You gulped despite yourself. Your veins craved power, but you had always fought it.

“I could give it to you, in fact. Is that what you want, sweet thing? All you must do is unleash that fire for me.” He grinned. He could see the flicker of fierceness in your eyes. The way you would force your eyes to dart instead of meet his. It was blasphemy to challenge a god. But you naturally wanted to. It was an instinct that you fought to suppress.

“I-I’m not sure.” You lied. You had nothing in this world. All you did was pray. Sometimes you didn’t even know what for. But you were determined to remain devoted. He grinned before tutting.

“You can not deceive me, love. Did my sweet worshipper forget what god she was talking to?” He teased with a malicious grin. His large hands ran over your body like a virtue. He noticed your gaze lingering on his wandering palms. His fingers. How they brushed against you with care even if they had inflicted so much pain.

“These hands have brought down realms, yet you look at them with such adoration. My sweet thing, do you know how I could make you a goddess?” Loki purred. He was a sin wrapped in honey, and you were entangled with him. He was like an enchantment, wrapping himself around you till you squealed.

“No, my god… I don’t.” You hesitated, eyes flickering up to him. He grinned down at you. His ravenous hair tickling your jaw as he leaned in closer.

“It would require you to be a virgin, darling. I’m sure you are, are you not?” Loki laughed, he already knew the answer. You nodded anyway, cheeks flushing out of embarrassment. Norns you were sweet. He couldn’t wait to devour you.

“No need to be shy, sweet thing. Since you are a virgin, a gods seed will transform you into a goddess. Only in your virgin cunt, will it work.” He grinned. It wasn’t true. A gods seed in your throat would work just fine. But Loki wanted your cunt. (plus there would be plenty time for that later).

“I’m going to have your sweet pussy either way, darling. It’s just a matter of will I cum inside of you, or not.” He inquired mockingly. You shuddered beneath his gaze. A deer in headlights. Your voice seemed to die in your throat.

“You don’t have to answer now, sweet thing. Your body will tell me.” He nodded. You hadn’t noticed his long digits inching closer to your cunt, how his hand had slipped beneath your skirt. You had been so captivated by the god before you. You hadn’t known he was that close to your cunt till you felt two fingers slip inside of your wet heat. To the knuckle.

His face contorted into an ‘o’ at your tight cunt. Grinning as he breathed out while you whimpered. He prepped you, slowly scissoring his fingers and curling them inside of you.

“My sweet mortal, you are soaked for your god.” He hissed. You panted, your head lolling back to the sturdy wall behind you. “Oh, I could get addicted to you. Trust me, you don’t want that, love. I’m not a very merciful god.” He snickered. He was stretching your walls out, your slick dripping down his wrist as he added another digit. You cried out a moan, gasping and panting.

“Oh, f-… Loki!” You moaned. He barked out a laugh. Even in the thorough of ecstasy you refused to curse. Loki didn’t view it as sin, but more stricter gods did. He chuckled as your gummy walls wrapped snugly around his invading digits.

“You will make the perfect goddess. Cum for me, darling.” He rasped. You obeyed. You clamped down on his fingers. You had fingered yourself before, but you had never been able to orgasm. You came with a cry—almost a plea—of his name as you squirted around his digits. “This simply must be an offering to your god.” He mumbled to himself, referring to your orgasm as you milked his fingers.

You panted as he fucked you through your orgasm. Slowly, he pulled his hand from out of you, beneath your skirt, to his lips. He groaned around his own fingers. Truly, everything about you was devastatingly sweet.

“Like aphrodisiac, sweet girl.” He praised. You panted, your breath coming in shallow as you recollected yourself from the mind-shattering orgasm.

“A kiss, please?” You babbled. Loki’s eyes widened a fraction before chuckling. He leaned in, a hand wrapping around the back of your neck, bringing you to meet his lips as he kissed you. It wasn’t nice or loving, it was dominating. Almost like a battle. You let him win.

“Darling, goddesses’ don’t beg. Less it be to their husbands. They take what they want.” Loki explained gently, a teasing lilt to his voice. You nodded, chewing down on your bottom lip. You surged forward. Hungry. You sought out his lips, reconnecting them with the fire he had been searching for all day.

In an instant, he was returning your fire. He pinned your hands above your head with one of his large ones, dominating you in the rough kiss before pulling away with a dark glint in his eyes.

“Fuck me.” You demanded. He grinned, practically groaning at your new attitude. The tent in his pants was growing rather obvious, and he was desperately eager.

“What would your gods think, darling?” He teased mockingly as you shot him a harmless glare. He had dreamed of the day he would finally be able to claim you. He had touched himself as he watched you pray to him. He had came in his pants like a teenage mortal at the sight of you on your hands and knees; begging.

With a snap of his fingers, green magic swirled around you two, stripping you both of your clothes, baring each other to the others’ gaze. You let your eyes rake over him defiantly. He was beautiful. Not just his cock, him, in general.

“There is no sweeter innocence than our gentle sin.” You breathed to yourself. A prophecy from gods before Loki’s time, millennium's before your own. He grunted in response as he lined himself up. He ran his angry-red tip through your dripping folds, coating himself in your slick.

“Only then, I am human, only then, I am clean.” He murmured. More lines of the forgotten prophecy. You moaned as he pushed himself in. Gasping and clawing at his naked back. He groaned, leaning his head between your shoulder and neck.

“So fuckin’ tight, sweet thing. Let me in.” He grunted. You gasped as he pushed in deeper. Your backside pressed against the cold tavern of the sanctuary.

Finally, he was fully inside of your heat. You panted as he gave you time to adjust. He wasn’t merciful, you knew this was his last act of mercy before he pounded into you. You took it graciously.

He began to thrust into you, grunting as he fucked you against the wall. You hadn’t notice him lifting your body up, how your legs had wrapped around his waist, bringing him closer to you. He was effortless as he held you up. His cock pounding into you. His tip kissing your cervix.

“Ahh—fuck, I—Loki!” You babbled, gasping and whimpering as his delicious cock split you open. You were so overstimulated. Your cunt clenched to him like a life line.

”This cunt was made specially by the gods—” He slurred, his head lolling back slightly as he continued his merciless thrusts. “—for me to fuck.” He groaned. You were surprised you had lasted this long without squirting all over him.

His hands drifted downwards to your clit. The sweet torture began as he rubbed your pearl, coaxing you to your second orgasm.

“O-oh, g-gonna cum, fuck!” You gasped, your words transitioning to a whine as you moaned so sweetly for him. Like a heavenly choir constructed just for his amusement.

It only took one last deep thrust for you to cream all over the gods cock. You clamped down tightly around him, and he knew he wouldn’t last any longer. He groaned, fucking you through your orgasm.

“That’s it. You make such a beautiful mess for me. Your cunt wants to be a goddess, I can tell by the way she’s squeezing me. Should I let her?” He teased with a grin. You moaned softly, feeling utterly overstimulated. You nodded as you incoherently babbled. He wasn’t sure if you even knew what you were agreeing to, but he was going to make you a goddess. Maybe even his wife.

“Fuck, oh, sweet thing. G-gonna—ughh,—gonna fuck my seed deep into you, mark you by the gods.” He groaned, one last stroke and he practically bursted inside of you. All of his stolen orgasms, all of the fisting of himself to you, pouring into your sweet cunt. You whined as you felt him fall apart inside of your accommodating heat.

The two of you panted together as Loki slowly pulled out. He wasted little time to snap your panties and clothes back in place, as well as his armor and leathers.

“Gotta keep it inside if you want to be a goddess, darling.” He grinned, taking deep breaths as you nodded, still in a subspace. You could feel his cum inside of you. You could feel how ruined your panties are even as he pulled them up your legs forcefully. It was euphoric. After a few more breaths you finally spoke up again.

“I suppose the ‘goddess of devotion’ has a nice ring to it.” You laughed softly, your voice hoarse, similar to how it always was after you prayed. You had nothing in this world till now. Loki grinned as he smoothed his ravenous curls back into place.

Loki entangled an arm around you. Wrapping it around your waist and pulling you flush against his body. This was different. Loki had never reminisced with a girl after their fuck. But he had yearned for you since the moment he saw you praising him, cuts adorning your hands and knees, but you didn’t stop your prayer. You ignored the pain. You didn’t bandage it up. You accepted it. He knew you were different, fit to be a goddess.

“Let’s get you back to Asgard, darling. I want the people to see their new goddess. After I fuck her again, of course.” He hummed with a wink. You blushed—though you didn’t have a choice—you didn’t mind as you playfully smacked his shoulder.

“If Valhalla ever did speak, you’re the last true mouthpiece.” You murmured as your head collapsed against his chest and you felt his magic swirl around you, engulfing you completely in his emerald alter.

“Save your poetry for later, sweet thing.”

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thank you so much for reading, lovelies💘. loki is sooo hozier codeddd ughh. let me know if i should write more scenarios with him and hozier songs.

Bucky had offered to take you out. He wanted to show you a good time, that even an old dog could learn new tricks. Him being the old dog.

“Wear somethin’ pretty for me, alright, doll?”

His voice rings in your head. You smiled to yourself as you arrived at the restaurant, Bucky practically sprinting to open your car door for you, making you blush and giggle at his efforts.

“What a gentleman.” You teased as he offered you his arm (the flesh one) and you accepted it graciously.

“‘course, beautiful. What do I look like to you?” He teased back, but you could tell that he was deadly serious. He led you inside and navigated the two of you to one of the more intimate tables. Built for one-on-one couples.

As the night flowed on, you found yourself having an amazing time. Bucky was excellent conversation. Filled with stories, jokes, compliments, and dazzling winks that emphasized whatever comment he had made. Despite yourself, your cheekbones were hurting and you couldn’t stop smiling.

Finally, the check came, and out of habit, you offered to go 50/50.

“Wanna split it?” You asked kindly. Bucky’s eyebrows furrowed, utterly confused.

“Split what? A banana split?” He laughed, as if you were making some joke. Now it was your time to stare at him utterly confused.

“No… like 50/50. We split the bill between us.” You further explained. Buckys laughter died as he stared at you blankly, quirking a brow.

A beat of silence passed by you two.

“Is this your first date?” He laughed playfully. Surely, you must have been fooling with him. “You know i’m a guy, right?” He continued, making you giggle despite the situation.

“No! I’m serious! Every date is 50/50, James.” You lectured. It was natural in your generation. Bucky rolled his eyes, grabbing the bill to leave no further confusion.

“What next, doll? You gonna put ribbons in my hair and make me walk on the inside of the sidewalk?” He grinned, signing his name on the check as you laughed, cheeks burning a hue brighter.

The two of you stood after finishing your drinks, Bucky offering his hand again just to further prove a point.

“When you’re with me, beautiful, you never have to pay.”

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sugardaddy!bucky next? lmaooo. hope you enjoyed, lovelies, my requests are open💘.

Another crushing victory for Gryffindor against Slytherin. You noticed that every game you attended, George tried his hardest to impress you so you didn’t wander off back to whichever book you were reading at the time. You find it cute but it seems Malfoy did not. Quickly you fought your way through the crowd to get on the field where the pair were arguing. When you finally managed to get there, you caught the ending segment of the argument.

“I think you’re right Freddie! I think little Malfoy’s upset that he had the ‘hots’ for my girl and she chose me!” George laughed out mockingly, causing the other surrounding players and students to laugh as well. Malfoy clenched his fist by his sides as his jaw tightened when Fred continued. “Well it was a bloody obvious choice George, truly.” Fred joined back, causing the twins to snicker together as Draco finally managed to bark back a reply.

“Oh yeah Weasley? Clearly your father never taught you how to be a real man. I bet you can’t even pleasure that sorry little mudblood of yours!” Malfoy cackled. George didn’t say another word, that deranged look on his face as he walked closer to Draco is what caused most of his teammates to begin to hold him back for everyone’s sake. Even you interjected at this point. “C’mon George let the stupid git talk.” You tried. Placing a hand on his surprisingly muscular forearm that you simply adored as you tried to persuade him.

He noticed how Malfoy tensed when you were around, and he smirked devilishly at the new upperhand.

“You’re so right love, ‘m think I just need a kiss and i’ll be good as new again.” He remarked playfully to you. His teammates finally releasing him as he stood there awaiting his kiss. You giggled and rolled your eyes, getting up on your tippy-toes due to the height difference that George relished in to plant a kiss to his cheek. His dopey grin grew wider but he was still very determined to ‘rub it in’ Malfoys face. “A real kiss, yeah?” He inquired, pulling you in by your waist and bending down slightly so you could give him a ‘real kiss’ directly in front of Draco.

He hummed obnoxiously as he finally pulled away from you, Malfoy beginning to turn on his heels with a loud huff as he and the rest of the Slytherins retreated in a hurry.

George chuckled mischievously as he finally gave you his undivided attention, his adrenaline still obviously coursing through him as the two of you began to walk back to the Gryffindor dorms together. (usually the two of you go back to the ravenclaw dorms but you don’t force him to walk up all those stairs on quidditch nights) George didn’t typically act like that. It was more Fred’s thing to be rude and crack a laugh from everybody around simultaneously. Clearly, your boyfriend’s twin had been rubbing off on him.

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George had you straddled on his lap on the edge of his bed as you cleaned up some of his minor wounds. At first, George despised this because he felt ‘weak’ having you clean him up but eventually he learned to adapt it as a “post game ritual.” On more calmer quidditch nights, you would have him read you a book or his latest assignment while you tended to him, but right now he was rambling on about Malfoy.

“I mean bloody hell! You can’t play like shit the whole game and then be mad when we win!” He complained, in which you hummed in agreement. “Stupid git, should’a seen the look on his face when Harry stole that snitch.” You giggled at his expression that was supposed to be imitating Malfoys face. The sound of your laughter fizzling all of his anger away as you finished tending to all of his little bruises.

You always ended this little ritual by kissing every mark you fixed, and he stared down at you lovingly as you began. “But you were amazing tonight love, I could hear ya’ cheering from all the way on the pitch.” George complimented. You smiled against his skin before placing another peck down his arms. You knew how much he adored hearing you scream for him. on and off the pitch. “‘m tried my best Georgie, y’know I don’t condone violence but you sure did look good yelling at Malfoy.” You mumbled against his skin, your ‘muggle accent’ under-toning your sentence as he smiled and pulled you closer on his lap. You could feel his hard-on begin to press into you as you mimicked your boyfriend’s grin back to him.

“think you missed a spot, sweetheart.” He remarked cockily as he pointed at an imaginary bruise on his lips. You giggled, causing him to laugh as well. “Oh how could I!” You exaggerated playfully in which he shrugged with a smug smirk.

You pulled him in by the back of his head. Your fingers intertwining in his ginger locks as he immediately began to desperately search your mouth. He resembled a starved man as he kept your lips connected to his. You barely had a moment to breathe before he was pulling you back in, loving how your warm mouth invited him so willingly to paradise each time.

Subconsciously, you bucked your hips against his clothed erection. You only realised that you were practically grinding on him when he groaned into your lips. “fuck pretty girl…” He murmured under his breath and your face flushed as you came to realisation on what you were doing. This wasn’t uncommon for you, you and George had been dating for the better half of a year and although you were insanely comfortable with him… you still managed to get flustered in moments like this. Although George didn’t mind it, in fact, he quite enjoyed the little noises you made whenever he whispered lewd little things in your ears at the worst of all times.

“aww, is someone getting shy? C’mon sweetheart, I can smell you.” He rasped, his voice a little breathless and you whimpered at his filthy words. He gently but firmly grabbed your hips and began to grind you against him. Chuckling as you whined and buried your face into his neck. “‘m need more, Georgie.” You whispered against his skin, planting gentle wet kisses to persuade him further. You could practically hear the grin in his voice. “Guess you deserve it, yeah? You were such a good girl f’ me today.” He murmured as he nipped playfully at your earlobe. You simply whimpered and nodded in response, not entirely trusting your voice not to croak.

His fingers began to fiddle with the waistband of your skirt, teasing you mercilessly. You desperately wanted to tell him to get on with it and stop being a tease… but you also wanted to be his good girl, his sweet little thing who takes what he gives her, his precious ravenclaw who lets him run wild. So all you did was whine. His grin only grew at your self control. “oh? Well this is quite new…” He murmured knowingly. You were about to retort something back, but then you felt his fingers dip under your skirt to rub your cunt through your panties. Immediately, he felt the wet patch on your undergarments and grinned up at you knowingly.

“Naughty little Ravenclaw…” He remarked playfully. Before you could process what was happening, he had you on your back with your hair splayed along his pillow in mere seconds. His bed reeked of his scent, and you simply adored it. He didn’t miss the skip of your heartbeat or the way you had a newfound hunger in your eyes as he effortlessly manhandled you, deciding to tuck that information into his back pocket for now.

George had simple plans for you tonight, but then he recalled Malfoys little ‘pleasure’ comment. Instead of teasing, he slithered his body up your own to press wet kisses along your jawline and neck instead. “What do you need, love?” He asked straightforwardly. This was odd, George normally drew this type of thing out of you until you were a whining mess. “Want you inside, George.” You hummed back, your voice wavering a little but remained true. He groaned against your warm skin before his usual grin returned.

“whatever you like, pretty baby.” He granted as he planted a final kiss. That was one of those nicknames George used whenever he was being sweet, but you could tell his mind was a little aloof. You watched in adoration as he began to strip himself. Hastily tugging away his clothes and discarding them carelessly. You began to do the same, but George’s hand quickly caught yours and gave you a devilish smirk.

“Trying to rid me of all the fun are we? Let me take care of you, yeah?” He teased and you rolled your eyes in response. “Well get on with it!” You insisted, your patience from earlier dwindling thin. This granted you a look of defiance and a remarkably slow George peeling off your clothing one-by-one. Eventually, he couldn’t take the slow reveal and ripped the rest of your black skirt off, causing you to huff in annoyance.

“George! That was my favorite black skirt!” You scolded. You were quickly knocked off of your fit of anger when you felt a long finger slip into your sopping wet cunt. You whimpered almost instantly at the connection. “Doesn’t seem like you mind that much.” He confirmed with a grin, causing you to scoff and whine as he retreated his finger. He was eager tonight, always taking time to savor the taste of your juices as he sucked on his previously inserted digit. “Tasting perfect, love.” He complimented. To say George loved your taste, was an understatement. He relished in it, but tonight, tonight he had a primal urge to claim you.

You both groaned as he began to rub his tip up and down your soaking folds. Both of your eyes glued on the display before he fully slipped inside of you. Your head quickly retreated back to his pillow, eyes screwed shut as he gave you a moment to accommodate to his size. You had taken George many times before, and yet he still gave you this little moment to calm yourself. And yet, you still needed it.

You moaned as he began to move, starting with slow deep thrusts that made you head spin deliciously. He groaned as you clenched around him, his hands gripping your hips as he watched his cock disappear and reappear with each thrust. “Fuck love… you’re squeezing the life out of me down here.” He informed, followed by a sharp hiss when your legs wrapped around his waist and provided a new angle. With this new angle, he sped up his pace, his mesmerizing cock now drilling into you.

Your moans and other little noises were beginning to grow much louder. This seemed to motivate George as he abused the spot that elicited the prettiest noises from deep within you. “Doing so good love, so fuckin’ good for me.” He praised, his words slurring as his head rolled back to reveal his adam’s apple to you. The sight reminded you of sweet torture and it was simply maddening. “J-jus’ like that, feels so good Georgie please don’t stop!” You pleaded with him, no amount of money could pay George to stop as his grip on you grew brutal. He was sure to leave bruises whilst he pounded into you, his erect and long cock hitting the perfect spot within you as he overrode your senses.

You could feel that familiar knot beginning to grow unbearable at his intense pace. Your legs squeezing around his waist as you tried to keep yourself bounded to this world. Every time George fucked you like this it always left you in a floaty headspace. It was one of the few times your brilliant brain wasn’t hard at work, because it was much too occupied and overwhelmed with pleasure.

“You’re so close love I can feel it. So pretty like this baby, so fuckin’ beautiful.” He groaned, your hands flying from the clenched bedsheet to his shoulders as your fingernails dug into his muscular blades. This resulted in a new noise of pleasure from him that made you whimper in return. “Come for me sweetheart, c’mon sweet baby I need to feel you.” George rasped. His voice pulling an utterly filthy noise from you as the coil within you snapped and you came all over his large cock. He let out a guttural moan while he fucked you through your high, making sure to fulfill you whole as he felt himself begin to drawl close.

“Mmm, I-I’m getting their love. Where can I-…” His words trailed off as he couldn’t get enough of your pussy. You fit like a fucking glove around his erection and it was glorious to him. “Inside George please. Want it inside s’ bad.” You whimpered out breathlessly. Your pleas is what caused George to snap as he bottomed out inside of you. Groaning as he began to spill his seed. “Fuck…” He cursed, his cock painting your insides just as you had requested.

He lowered himself on you once he finished. He knew how much you loved his weight on you as the both of you collected your breaths while panting. George was the first to move, planting kisses all over your heated skin while he gently pulled out. “Did so good love, always so good for me.” He complimented. He quickly retrieved a warm washcloth and cleaned the two of you up. He could easily do it with magic, but George loved the intimacy this brought as he peppered kisses all over your body. You were astonished on how he complimented you like that even if you didn’t really do a thing that whole time, but he didn’t mind it. This was a day for you and your pleasure, (as well as his pride)

“I love you so much, love bug. Such a brilliant, bloody perfect, little witch.” He murmured as he finally finished cleaning you up. Joining you in the bed as he cuddled up behind you skin to skin, spooning your bare form. You smiled at the cheesy little nickname, it was corny, but something he always called you when you were overcome by sleep.

“‘m love you too, George. thank you…” you murmured back, sleep already evident in your voice as he chuckled softly and traced comforting patterns along your skin. “Night, pretty girl.” He hummed back, but you had already drifted off as he planted a final kiss to your shoulder and buried his face in your hair. The smell of your- no his vanilla shampoo lulling him to sleep.

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