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My pet peeve is when people have Reader call Bob, "Bobby". I just don't understand the thought process behind including that nickname if you've seen the movie.
Summary: Your platonic crush on Adrian turns out to be mutual.
Warnings: +18, smut, MDNI, Oral sex (f receiving), unprotected PIV, cum play.
You had this silly crush on Adrian for a long time, but for you it was only platonic, something that he should never know, until today.
You were in the meeting with the crew to talk about the butterflies and your plan to defeat them. But something else caught your attentionβ¦Β
Adrian as per usual was sitting on the chair with his Vigilante suit on- God it looked so hot on him- but today your eyes were glued to the thick outline of the huge bulge in his pants.Β
You hadnβt even realized how long youβd been staring until it was too late.
Adrian noticed. Of course he did. The meeting was boring anyway, so he shifted in his chair, spreading his thighs wider, the fabric pulling taut around the bulge in his pants. Obscene. Tempting. Your thighs pressed together under the table, heat flooding between them.
Until reality hit you like a truck, when your gaze snapped back up to his, only to find his eyes already locked on yours. Fuck. It hadnβt been your plan to let him know.
Desperate to cover yourself, you turned to Harcourt and blurted out the first thing that came to mind. Anything to seem normal. Anything to stop thinking about Adrianβs cock filling you up.
But it was already too late.
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His little act left you wet and aching all day. So when you finally got home you decided that it was the perfect time to use your favorite toy.
You laid on your bed, spread your legs wide and started to press the toy against your entrance. The wetness helped you to push the toy deeper.Β
Your back arched at the thought of his cock instead, thick, heavy, splitting you open and hitting every spot your toy never could.
βMhm fuck-β You moaned louder than usual. Hours of pent-up tension made your body too sensitive. So you let it all out even naming the person that made you get this horny. Letting his name spill from your lips like a prayer.
βAdrian yessβ¦Β please Adrianβ¦β If only he was there to hear you.
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Adrian wasnβt doing much better either.
When theΒ meeting ended he was left aching, the friction of the suit had become torture, way more than he could take. The way you bit your lip, the flush on your cheeks, the rise and fall of your chest β it was burned into his brain. He needed to see you, even if it was only to talk.
So after thinking for a while he decided to pay you a visit. Of course, Adrian being Adrian, he climbed the fire escape, until he finally got to your window.
He froze, eyes wide. He shouldβve left, shouldβve turned around. But he couldnβt. Not when you looked like that. Laying naked with your legs spread while you fuck yourself with the pink toy, made his cock throb painfully against the suit.
Hearing his name on your lips nearly killed him. It couldn't be him, right? It was probably another Adrian, like that guy from the store or someone else, it had to be someone else.
Too caught in his thoughts he didn't even notice when you left the bed, clutching the sheets around your body, until you were staring right at him.
βAdrian?β your voice was raspy from all the screaming. Your body was now covered with your sheets. Your eyes couldn't believe what you were seeing, maybe it was a new superpower of yours, chanting people's names and making them appear.
He looked like a deer in headlights, caught red-handed.
βSorry! I didnβt mean toβ I mean, I did want to see you, but not likeβ not naked. Not now. Well, not now now.β You laugh at his honestly and the way his cheeks started to blush.
βIt's okay Adrian. Do youβ¦ want to come in?β If he was already here, why not take advantage of the situation, right?
βSure, yeahβ When he stepped inside, his eyes went straight to the toy still glistening on your bed. His cock strained even harder.
You noticed too. The bulge in his pants was undeniable. Heat rushed through you, causing a drip to run down your thigh. So you took a few slow steps and closed the space between you until there was only an inch left.
βKiss meβ you whispered.
Adrian didnβt hesitate. His hand tangled in your hair, lips crashing into yours with a hunger that stole your breath. The sheets slipped away, baring yourself fully to him. His groan vibrated against your mouth.
βFuck, youβre perfect. I need to taste youβplease, let me.βΒ His voice cracked with desperation.
βAre you sure?βΒ
βYes yes pleaseβ He begged βI need to know how your whole body tastesβ His lips moving along your jaw and neck, leaving a few bites between wet kisses.Β
βokay yeah-βΒ
You didn't know what to expect from the guy that had the same sense of humor of a teenage boy, you thought heβd be as clueless as one.Β
You were completely wrong, his tongue moved with an expertise that took all the air out of your lungs. He ate you like you were the most exquisite dish in the whole universe.Β Β
His tongue worked you with expert precision, licking, sucking, teasing your swollen clit before plunging inside you. The sounds he made, like he was feasting, like he couldnβt get enough, left you a mess.
You looked down, breathless, at the sight of his face buried between your thighs, hands gripping them so hard you will have marks tomorrow. He looked beautiful like this β filthy, hungry, yours.
A few more flicks of his tongue and you broke, gasping, crying out his name as the orgasm ripped through you. He only held you tighter, drawing it out, refusing to stop until you were shaking. Making you experience the most mind blowing orgasm you had ever experienced before.
Once he licked you clean, he came to your face kissing you and letting you taste yourself on his tongue. Both moaning and aching for more.
βCan I fuck you? Please I need to feel you-β His puppy eyes could never let you say no to him.Β
You needed it as bad as him, so you nodded and ripped the suit off his body, how he can be so damn fine.Β
He started to stroke his cock which was leaking with precum, ready to be inside of you.
βGod- you look so pretty like thisβ He pressed your legs up to your chest and started to slip inside of you reaching places that had you rolling your eyes to the back of your head.Β
Everytime he thrusted he left out a sinful amount of moans and whimpers that had you wetting the bed and his thighs.Β
His thrusts could break the bead in two, he is so strong, god. And the way he moves his hipsβ¦
His fingers started to move on your clit βCome for me baby, I want to feel you come undone on my cockβ.Β
Your second orgasm crashed over you, violent and raw, leaving you shaking.
His muffled moans against the skin of your neck made your walls clench tight around him, that was all it took for him to break.
Hot release spilled inside you as he kept thrusting, fucking it deeper, overstimulating you both. Until your nails carved red lines into his back. He groaned at the sting, loving it.
Finally, he collapsed onto your chest, panting, sweaty, a tangled mess of limbs and heat.
Neither of you moved. You just held each other, skin to skin, hearts still racing.
Plot: After living under the control of hydra, you escaped and found yourself working with the Avengers. However, when a ghost from your past comes to haunt you, how will you be able to work together?
Warnings: I wrote this when I was 12 and it was very cringe so I did edit this quite a lot. Smut, Swearing, injury, bloody poison, verbal abuse, age gap, f!ngering, h!ckies, bl0wj0b.
Tropes: x fem reader, angst, enemies to lovers, one bed trope, join the avengers
A/N: After this, my oneshots will be longer and contain more smut I promise lol.
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It's been a year since I joined the Avengers. Tony Stark had hunted me down and promised me a stable job and company along with it as I had escaped hydra only a few years prior.
My time at hydra is a blur but there are faint memories that form in my nightmares. I was taken, trained and tortured into a highly skilled assassin, who went by the name of 'Red Wolf'. I was the shadow of the monster who came before me: 'The Winter Soldier'. I followed his steps and cleaned up his messes. Typical.
After fleeing that life, I developed a good life in Stark Tower and am starting to feel less lonely with each passing day. Natasha has been a great help with my past trauma, sharing her memories of the red room in an attempt to relate to me and Bruce has become a close friend as he is constantly having to patch up my wounds.
My only problem with this new arrangement is that an element of my past seems to have followed me here. Bucky Barnes. AKA The Winter Soldier. So far, we have avoided each other and anytime we are in forced proximity, I can feel his rage from across the room. Natasha told me that he has not adapted to life here as well as I have and by me being here, I am a constant reminder of his past. But what am I supposed to do?
Today, we have been called into a meeting with Mr Stark to discuss our next assignment but as he rambled on, me and Natasha were laughing over Tony's newly shaved beard. As we smirk at each other, the sound of Bucky's husky voice echoes throughout the room,
"What's so funny L/n"
I rolled my eyes but Inside, my heart was pounding. I knew what he was capable of after all.
"Nothing that concerns you Barnes" I say crossing my arms in an attempt to steady myself.
"Well clearly whatever it is is more important than what Tony has to say" He stated. His attitude starting to piss me off.
I banged my fists on the glass table, "Barnes, I already told you-"
"HEY!" Mr Stark's irritated tone stopped me in my tracks. I leant back In my chair and ignored Bucky's furious expression as I faced Mr Stark and gestured for him to continue.
"As I was saying, Mr Barnes and Ms L/n will be going to complete the following assignment in Portugal and Ms Romanoff and Mr Popsicle will do the same in Paris. I want no arguments, this needs to be done quickly and efficiently. Both planes leave tomorrow morning at 12:00, Happy will meet you there to give you your information packs and weapons. Thank you everyone, you are dismissed."
What. The. Fuck.
There is a sudden crash sound followed by the glass table cracking as I look up to see a metal fist has pounded through it in anger. My eyes widen in shock as I watch my mission partner storm out of the room in a huff.
"AHH, I love my job" Mr Stark says, taking a sip from his glass of whiskey.
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God I hate him. I spent most of last night thinking about what a disaster this mission was going to be. I mean I have always felt guilty for being a trigger for his trauma but it went both ways and if he had anyone to blame It was hydra. Not me.
This morning, I could feel my eyes in the back of my head. I felt like shit. I lent over to check the time on my alarm clock. SHIT. 11:30, I am going to be so late. Rushing out of bed, I threw my hair in a bun, grabbed my bags and ran out the door. The plane was on the roof of the building so I rushed to the elevator as fast as I could.
As the doors opened I ran out to see the plane and Happy still there. Handing me the paperwork, Happy leans down to grab my bags and gives me a disapproving look at my chosen outfit. "Say anything, I dare you" I tease. He just shrugs and gives me a little chuckle as I walk up the ramp and onto the plane. The plan is quite wide inside so the seats are lined up on the outside facing inwards, like am army ship, and on the left hand side is Bucky, looking serious as ever. So, in an attempt to avoid him, I sit as far in the corner as possible.
"Cant even take this seriously can you" He grumbles.
I ignore his comment. I have no energy for his attitude.
The jet door closes and I strap myself in, leaning my head against the seat. Fuck. I forgot just how much I hate flying. Just breathe y/n, just breathe. As the jet engine starts to hum and the ship shakes side to side as it moves, my nails jab into the arm rests of my seat. I'm starting to panic.
The jet takes off the ground sooner than I thought and I start to feel very sick as my stomach starts to feel wobbly and I lose control of my breathing. My grasp on the arm rest starts to tighten and my nails start to impale the leather covering. Squeezing my eyes shut, I try to surprise my panic. I cannot break down in front of Bucky Barnes. I just can't.
"Are you okay L/n?" I hear Bucky's deep voice ask. As if he actually cares.
Ignoring him I put on my headphones and listen to my favourite playlist to block out all noise.
Over the music, I can still hear Bucky's gravelly voice commanding my attention. "L/n, for god sake answer me!".
Again, I ignore him and start to count down from 10, focusing on my breathing. I focus on the numbers and the pattern of my breaths. 1,2,3 in 4,5,6 out 7,8,9,10 in and repeat. Eventually, I get back control of my breathing and let go slightly of the arm rest. I'm still shaking but I feel calmer.
As the seatbelt sign comes off, I decide to spread out across the seats and lay down under my crimson blanket and before I know it, I'm fast asleep.
The cab to the hotel jolts to a stop, making me jump awake. I soon realise that I had been leaning on Bucky's shoulder, who was also fast asleep. Thank God. Exhausted from the journey, I get out of the cab and slam the door, waking him up, and I make my way to the hotel reception.
The lady greets me and asks to take my bags but I refuse and ask for the room key for the name 'Wolf'. As she hands over the key, a cheeky idea makes me grin.
"Would you mind telling the tall man with long brown hair to go to the room 416, there is someone else waiting for him there. Thank you" She nodded and I walked away grinning, and started walking up the stairs to the room 203.
I walk in the room, dropping my bags in exhaustion and let out a well needed sigh. The room is beautiful, not to big or fancy as we won't be here long but we have a great bathroom, two closets, a mini fridge, a large glass window and... oh no.
There is only one bed. A queen sized bed. No. Bucky is sleeping on the floor. Fuck him. I put my pyjamas on the bed, marking my territory and then start to unpack my bag. I also order some food for when Bucky gets back from his long adventure. Haha. Once I have sorted out my things, I turn on the shower and wait for it to warm up, while I strip my clothes and grab a towel. I need this. I'm exhausted and stiff.
As I start to wash my body and let the water drip down my body, I can't help but think of earlier that day. When the plane landed, Bucky was already giving me daggers as we gathered our things. I remember telling him to 'cheer up' before he stormed over to my side of the plane. His cold metal arm had pinned me against the wall by my shoulder, slamming my back against the ribbed wall of the Plane. Ow. He had warned me to never ignore him again. Fuck him.
I mean he makes me so angry. He is always arguing with me or making me feel inferior and he thinks that his metal arm gives him the power to do whatever he wants. That damn metal arm, that would look so good around my ne- WOAH. Thats new. I can't lie, he is an attractive man. I mean I'm not blind and that goddamn hair. My hands start to trace the outline of my body as my mind drifts onto the thought of Bucky's broad shoulders as my fingers reach my core, teasing the soft skin between my legs. The friction feels so good as my mind drifts to the thought of being picked up and fucked by The Winter Soldier. My middle finger starts to circle my clit slowly, making me gasp softly. I grip the wall as I start to add a finger into my pussy and thrust it in and out as I moan quietly.
"Y/N!" The sudden sound of the hotel room door slamming shut makes me jump. I roll my eyes as I stop touching myself and sigh as I turn the shower off. I can't catch a break.
Squeezing the water from my hair and wrapping myself up in a warm towel. I walk out of the bathroom to be greeted with a very unimpressed Bucky, who is currently standing at the door with his arms crossed. Damn.
"You think that was funny?" He asks, stalking forward, causing me to stumble back.
"M-maybe just a little i-"
"Do i need to make myself more clear?" He towers over me and grabs a fist full of my hair, pulling it down harshly. The action leaves my neck exposed and forces my mouth to open from the pain. As he looks down at me like his next victim, the door bell rings.
"I ordered food" I whispered. He grumbles, "Food can wait" making me whine. I'm fucking hungry but my reaction only makes him tug harder on my hair, shutting me up as I reach to the hand in my hair. Hoping for him to release it. He does not. He pulls tighter again, causing me to move my hand down to my towel again, holding it tighter on to my body.
"Leave it outside." He yells, his rough voice causing my heartbeat to grow heavier. I know I'm a fucking assassin but this man was years ahead of me in training and he still reminds me of my life during that time.
"It's polite to say please" I mutter, barely audible. I can't help myself. He closes the gap between us and causes my head to bang against the wall. Fuck. Ow.
"Don't test me right now y/n" He growls. Fucking growls.
He releases me from his grasp and I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding in. He goes into the bathroom and comes out looking slightly more flushed than before.
"Can you move your clothes" He says. Shit he's seen my thong. For fuck sake.
I go in and grab my clothes, while he looks around the room, noticing the bed situation. He hums and turns to me as he leans on the wall with his arms crossed. I pass him, without making eye contact.
"I want the left side." He says. My face tenses.
"No, one of us will be sleeping on the floor." I say in a hushed tone.
"Y/n, either we share or I have it to myself. Your choice." He says, with the shadow of a grin marking his face before walking into the bathroom and shutting the door.
As I hear the shower start, I sit on the edge of my bed and fall backwards in anger. "AUGH".
I guess we're sharing.
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It has just turned 10:00pm, the view from the window is mesmerising as the city lights up in the darkness. We had ordered more food as Bucky thought what I had gotten wouldn't be enough. So we are now sat on the bed, and I am scoffing my food as I am ravenous.
"Stop that" he commanded, staring at me in disgust.
"Fuck off. Let me eat" I warn. Slightly regretting my tone, it is more aggressive than I intended. He huffs in response and slams his tray on the desk next to the bed.
"Do you need more training? You are behaving like an idiot" He says standing up and crossing his arms.
"What are you going to do about It?" My mouth seems to be working without my brain. Why was I testing him this much, he obviously has the upper hand. After all, he is a super soldier, I am not.
"Are you challenging me?" I can see his lips twitch upwards. Is he grinning? Fuck that's dangerous.
"What if I am" I ask, part of me is wondering how bad he could be to me. Surely there are professional rules about this behaviour?
He starts to stalk towards me, grabbing my tray and putting it on the desk on my side of the bed. As he turns back to me, his eyes stay locked on mine with a commanding expression. He then pushes me back slowly on to the bed and crawls on top of me, looking like a predator about to kill its prey. His arms are trapping me under him and my breath hitches, which causes him to smirk.
"Do as I say" he orders. My heart is pounding in my chest as he leans down to bite my lip, hard enough to drop blood, which makes me flinch under him.
"What are yo-" He bit harder.
"Shut up" I stay quiet as his cold metal hand lifts my shirt and traces the side of my body, leading down to my hips and squeezing. The cold touch makes my back began to arch in attempt to escape his touch but he grabs my neck with his other hand and begins to squeeze.
"Be still" I stopped moving. He began to kiss my jaw and down to the exposed parts of my neck and nibbles at the soft skin as I moaned from the pain. His kisses were clean and planned, he clearly knew what reaction he wanted from me. Squeezing my neck tighter, I begin to gasp and writhe underneath him but he uses his cold hand to pin me down.
He then stops kissing my neck and pulls down my shorts slightly, his metal hand starts to rub my clothed pussy. Moving his fingers painfully slow. My moans are quiet but desperate and I can see him grin as he feels how wet I am.
"Do you need me here doll?" I nod, biting my bruised lip as I buck my hips against his touch, yearning for more friction. He moves towards my exposed breast and bites my nipple softly, causing me to gasp slightly.
"Maybe you shouldn't have been such a bitch today, then" He says, deadpan. He backs away from my body and I wine as I lose the pressure against my pussy. I pull up my shorts and get under the covers, turning to face the wall and trying to hide my embarrassment. Why did I let him touch me like that? What is going on?
My eyes flutter open and I groan as my alarm starts to ring. I slam the snooze button and roll over to be greeted with a shirtless Bucky still asleep. My eyes start to trace the curve of his abs and the outline of his arm muscles. I have to stop myself from caressing them with my fingers by jumping out of the bed and grabbing some clothes to change into. I need to distract myself.
Whilst I brush my teeth, my mind keeps drifting to the thought of last night. His plush lips on my neck and his metal hand rubbing my- NO. I can't think about it.
As soon as we are ready, we both head out of the hotel. Our mission is to go to the given location and collect a heavily guarded package. Mr Stark hid them around the world a few years ago to hide from any scientific copy cats as they contained some tools and materials that would be used to make some next level avengers suits.
Before we left this morning, Bucky had found the coordinates and run them in his tracker. The package is located in an abandoned underground subway and is heavily guarded. It didn't take us long to find it and we are now walking next to the train track while I lead the way with my torch. It is pitch black and all I can hear is Bucky's tracker beeping endlessly.
The beeping starts to get louder the closer we get and we disarm the first few booby traps. Turning off the lasers. Seriously Tony, Lasers? We also get past the alarm system and test each tile before stepping on them. As we get to the end of the train track, the beeping stops and Bucky points to a door to our left.
As I open the door, Bucky yells at me to 'Stop!' but it is too late and I suddenly feel a sharp pain in my thigh. Looking down, I see a short arrow has been shot from the wall into my thigh making me collapse to the floor. I start to feel drowsy, as if I have been drugged and I pass out. Before I drift off completely, I can feel strong arms lifting me off of the ground, bridle style, and walking at a quick pace.
I keep drifting in and out of consciousness on the way back to the hotel. When I wake up, I am back in the room and laying on the bed with a wet towel on my forehead.
I look to the window and see Bucky stood restlessly with his arms by his side and he looks almost concerned. Looking at my thigh, the arrow is gone and my leg is bandaged up. The wound was small and I don't feel drowsy anymore.
"How do you feel" He asks, his tone softer than usual.
"I'm fine, I think i-"
"Y/n, I'm so sorry-"
"No Bucky Stop" I order.
"I have been awful to you" he confesses. I've never seen him show this type of weekness before. I just sit in silence, waiting for him to do something, say something.
"I am selfish. I know you have history with hydra too. But that's the issue, you remind me of that other part of me. The past, I can't even-" I kiss him. I hate how much pain his words words are causing him so I kiss him. His lips feel softer and he kisses me back slowly. It feels different this time, less angry. It feels passionate, his mouth moves perfectly against mine, my head starts to feel dizzy again but not because of my injury. This kiss is hot. I reach to brush my hands through his hair but he grabs them and stops kissing me.
"We can't, you're Injured. I'll hurt you" he says. I grab his face and kiss him hungrily. He hesitates for a second until he starts to kiss back and leans over me, with one hand on the bed and the other grabbing my waist. He starts to get rough and it makes my breath hitch against his mouth and I can feel him grin. My hands go into his hair again, pulling at it to make him groan. Two can play at that game. He crawls fully on top of me, careful to avoid my wound but the adrenaline is hiding my pain so Im not bothered by the movement.
Im breathless, but starving for more of his lips on mine. He starts to kiss down my body, as his hands move to lift my top and I lift my arms to help him take it off. He throws it to the ground, keeping his eyes on mine before he moves to my breasts to leave love bites all over them, biting harshly and the soft skin. The feeling of his lips on my body is intoxicating as I realise just how much I needed to feel his touch.
My hips buck into his, earning a groan from his busy mouth and he lifts his head with a grin. I grin back at him until he takes my hands from his hair and pulls them over my head, pinning them with his metal arm. I can't move. As he leans down to bite my bottom lip, he pulls down my leggings with his other hand and starts to trace his finger around my bare hip, squeezing it as he starts to soften his kisses. His fingers start to move across my thigh and up towards my core.
"God, Doll you're so wet" He said, I could hear the grin in his voice.
I moaned in response. He started rubbing small circles against my clit, making me gasp. Moving his fingers painfully slow as my hips grinded against them.
"You're beautiful y/n, I can't wait to mark you as mine" He whispered.
His fingers began to speed up and he increased the pressure on my clit making me moan louder than I expected. He then replaced his fingers on my clit with his thumb and teased my entrance with two fingers.
"Beg for it." He said, his eyes darker now.
"P-please Bucky, I need you" He grinned.
"Baby, call me James" he said before thrusting his fingers into my core and manipulating the soft flesh, forcing me to moan his name:
"James!" This motivated him to increase his pace. The mixture of his fingers in my pussy and his thumb drawing circles on my clit was euphoric. He pulsed his fingers faster and faster as my hips matched the rhythm. My back was arching as I began to feel myself getting close. He sped up his fingers and started to kiss my neck with a slow and intoxicating pace.
"Cum for me doll" he said as he increased the pressure on my clit, overwhelming my senses. My legs were shaking as I started to reach my climax and I fought against James' hold on my arms.
"You're not going anywhere princess" He ordered. His voice caused me to moan in his ear. As I came on his fingers, he lifted them to his mouth and sucked the juices off before leaning down to kiss me, so that I could taste myself. The kiss was hot as he reluctantly let my hands go so that I could touch him. Big mistake.
My hands instantly went to grab his hair as the kiss deepened and I used my strong legs to grab his hip and flip us both over so that I was on top, making my leg sting like a bitch. I was expecting him to fight back, so I tensed but he only smiled and put his arms behind his head, leaning on them.
"Go for it Doll, show me you're mine" He chuckled.
I reached for the buckle of his pants, slowly unbuckling it and unzipping his pants. Pulling down his jeans to expose his underwear and the large outline of his dick. Jesus. He stared at me with a grin, not saying a word as I reached down to pull his underwear down, letting his dick spring free. I bit my lip at the sight, he was god-like. I leant down, looking up at him through my lashes as I planted a soft kiss on the tip of his dick. He shifted, letting out a quiet groan as I started to lick the tip of his dick, cleaning him of his precum.
"Got a little excited?" I teased. He smirked and lunged forward to grab my hair, warning me.
"Are you really going to test me, Doll?" He questioned. I shook my head and he released my hair. I went back down to kiss the top of his dick as he started to groan louder. I trailed kisses all down his dick before licking a trail from the bottom to the top and taking the top of his dick in my mouth, hollowing out my cheeks making his eyes roll back. I started to bob my head up and down his cock slowly but not all the way. He bucked his hips up into my mouth making my eyes water from the size of his cock. As he began to shift and moan against my touch, I lifted my head from his dick and backed away.
"Payback darling" I said with a smile, walking away from the bed and leaving Bucky with a shocked look on his face.
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Just thinking about teaching Thor the Macarena in the Stark Tower kitchen...
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"No like this!" You shout, laughing at Thor's uncoordinated movement.
"You make It look easy!" He says.
"Because it is! Aren't you supposed to be a highly trained warrior or something?" You tease, getting an unimpressed look from Thor. "What? You could at least have rhythm" You say before running from his grasp as he gives up and lunges towards you.
"Right! Come here y/n!" You start laughing uncomfortably as you run out of the kitchen, fearing your fate.
You had been at Stark's party for hours now, many people had already left and you were getting tired. You hadn't really drunk much but the energy it took you to socialise with everyone had drained you. The music playing was now mostly slow and romantic music and the lights were dim and tinted blue.
You stood in the middle of the dancefloor, surrounded by happy couples swaying to the music and you never felt more lonely. You were wearing a dark blue satin dress, which hung to your curves and highlighted your breasts in a classy way. Your hair was curled and clipped in a claw clip with whispy strays dangling gracefully over your face. You had spent your night networking with important solicitors and politicians, trying to earn their favour and support for the Avengers and now all you wanted was a dance before you went to bed.
As the song ended, you contemplated leaving the dance floor until your favourite slow song began to play: 'Nothing Gunna Hurt You Baby' by Cigarettes After Sex. So, you stayed on the dancefloor and swayed on your own.
As you moved slowly to the rhythm, you saw someone walking towards you. Looking up you saw Bucky Barnes, who was dressed head to toe and a very smart Navy blue suit, walking up to you. His hair was smartly gelled back and he had freshly shaved for the event. He stopped in front of you and out stretched his hand with a gentle smile on his face.
"Care to dance?" He asked as your face lit up. You put your hand in his and he pulled you against his tall frame as you used your free hand to steady yourself on his broad shoulder. As he moved his hand to your lower back, you both begin to sway and you lean your head on his shoulder taking in his musky scent. He was warm and comforting and it made you feel truly at peace as you gently moved to the music.
"Thanks for coming to my rescue" you said sweetly as he rubbed his thumb on your back making you hum. His hand squeezed yours in a comforting manner.
"Who wouldn't want to dance with you y/n" He said, his voice low and warm. His comment made you smile and melt closer to him as you danced. You moved perfectly together and his head lowered to your to stay as close to you as possible.
"You'd be surprised" You said, hiding the sadness in your eyes by burying your face deeper into his neck.
"Well, if I saw you in the ballroom back in my day, I'd fight all the men on your dance card just to get just one dance with you." He said taking your hand and spinning you around before pulling you back against his chest. Returning to the calming sway of the music. Your cheeks grew red as you blushed at his words.
"You really are a classic gentleman, bucky" You tell him, and squeeze his hand, rubbing you thumb on his hand twice to show him your appreciation.
"And you, doll, are a classic Beauty. Timeless" he flatters you and holds you tighter, refusing to lose contact. Both of you stay like this for a while, staying silent, comfortable in eachothers arms. You felt that you could stay like this forever, safe and warm in his embrace. You have both gotten closer these past few months and could feel the dynamic shifting ever so slowly. After all, he was a true gentleman.
The music comes to an end and the DJ announces the last song of the night but it's all a blur. Yoh step back slightly, fighting the strong hold of Bucky to form a small gap between the both of you. Looking into his deep blue eyes, you sigh as you become enchanted and almost trapped in his gaze. Your hand falls from his shoulder and your other hand is still linked with his.
"Thank you again, Bucky" You say, giving him a soft smile.
"Anything for you, Doll" Letting go of his hand you stay locked in his state. But before you leave, you step close to him again and lean in to kiss his cheek softly. Leaning back to give him one last smile, you turn to leave the room, looking back before you reach the door to see Bucky still standing on the dancefloor and smiling at you with his hands in his pockets. You linger for a few seconds and take in the sight in front of you before walking out the door and heading to your bedroom.
Plot: You have had a crippling crush on Johnny Storm for months now and you finally had enough of Johnny's constant stories of the city girls flirting with him.
Warnings: Heavy make out session, some rude words, not proof read, angst
Tropes: Jealousy, X chubby/plus size reader, stretch marks, tall reader
A/n: This is my first time writing a fanfic in a while so sorry if it's shit. Please let me know if you want a part 2 π (I wrote this when I was tired, hence why it's quite short)
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"Excuse me Ben, this pasta is lovely but I have lost my appetite" I say putting down my fork and storming out of the kitchen.
I am raging. My cheeks are red and my eyebrows are practically wrestling each other. I couldn't take it anymore. I couldn't sit there and listen to Johnny boast about another flirtatious encounter he had whilst wandering the city. Every night, he'd yap about some gorgeous blond girl that he had wooed or something shockingly hot dog walker who had confessed their love to him. It hurt too much.
I rushed off to my room at the end of the hall and slammed the door shut as I entered. As soon as it shut, I collapsed against the door and started sobbing. I have had a crippling crush on Johnny. Freaking. Storm. For months now. Ever since I came to live with the Fantastic Family as their medical assistant, I had developed an obsession with the fiery hero. My body yearned for him and my heart ached even worse. Everything about him was perfect. His voice, his body, his hair and he had the personality to back it up. However, deep down I knew that he would never feel the same as I was so different to the girls he would talk about at dinner.
I knew I needed to move on but it was painful. I had become completely enamored with him and he didn't make it any easier with his constant flirting. It was torture. Me and him would never happen and he would never find me attractive.
I am a tall girl, with broad shoulders and stretch marks all over. I have a chubby belly but not the cute kind as I am very pale and have lose skin from weight loss. I was no where near as attractive as those skinny 5'3 girls with big tits and a huge ass. I was quite flat cheated so I didnt really have much to make up for my tummy. So, being with Johnny was a far off dream.
My tears flooded across my cheeks as my eyelashes clumped together. I regret making a scene at dinner. I wasn't aggressive but I had interrupted Johnny's conversation and stormed off in a mood, which I never do. I am normally very quiet and polite as I don't want to overstep my position in the family dynamic. Don't get me wrong, I have gotten close with the family as I constantly patch them up and am Sue's midwife but I know that I have no true connection with the family. So, during dinner I would stay polite and quiet or crack the odd joke here and there.
The regret in my actions just causes more hot tears to stream down my face as I bend my legs and hold them close to my chest. I just want this nightmare to be over.
As I dip my head to my knees, my sobs are interrupted by the sound of footsteps heading for my room. Oh no. I am not prepared to explain my earlier exit. I need more time.
Knock. knock.
Fuck.
I wipe my tears quickly and stand up. Taking a breath to try and calm myself down.
"Who is it?" I say, trying to disguise my shaky voice.
"Johnny."
Double Fuck.
He just won't let me move on will he?
"Go away Johnny. Please" The please sounds strangled as my voice breaks and I dip my head down annoyed at myself.
"Please let me in y/n" He sounds more serious than usual, it's off-putting. I think if he hadn't have heard the crack, he would be teasing me by now.
I take a few more breaths and wipe off the glistening residue of my tears before slowly opening the door just enough to see Johnny. I don't want him to come in.
His face lifts from the floor and his eyebrows twitch with a look of concern as he instinctively steps towards me but as I close the door slightly, he stops.
"Y/n I just want to make sure your okay" He says as I let out a scoff.
"Please don't act like you actually care" A twinge of regret hits me as I see his eyes flinch slightly at my words.
"Y/n, we both now I could open this door anyway so just let me in" His tone sounds like more of a command this time and I want o avoid conflict so, reluctantly, I open my bedroom door and stand aside.
He steps inside and I close the door, turning around but staying as close to the wall as I can. I'm too shaky to stand properly right now.
He takes a quick but noticeable scan around my room and his concern briefly leaves his face as I see the side of his mouth slightly twitch upwards into a grin before he returns his gaze to me and it flicks back to concern. Cheeky bastard.
"What was all that about" He asks, crossing his arms. He is wearing his white team top, which exposed his large arms, causing my eyes to linger a bit to long. "Y/N, eyes up here" my eyes flick up to his and although his tone is flirty, his face is still serious. However, it makes me feel slightly more at ease. I hate when he's serious.
I stay silent. I don't know what to say. I can't tell him. I'm overwhelmed. Shaky. My eyes then betray me by leaking a single tear down my already flushed cheeks and Johnny slowly creeps towards me, towering over me, as he brings his warm hand to my cheek and wipes my tear away. Embarrassed, I look down as he says "Come on sweetheart, tell me". His hand cradles my cheek and then traces my jaw with his finger until it reaches my chin, lifting my gaze to his.
All I want right now is comfort. Sleep, warmth and comfort. I'm tired. Exhausted of hiding my feelings. Hurt. Jealous. Out of desperation, I mean into his muscular frame and bury my head into his neck as I selfishly absorb the heat he is emitting. This is all I need.
He stills, confused by my actions and doesn't move until he hears my sobs. He then pulls me closer by the waist and starts to stroke my hair.
"Hey," he comforts me in a low whisper, "Shhh, shhhh, I'm here baby, I'm here" UGH, his words just hurt me even more. I want him more than anything. My tears start streaming again and I start to lose control of my breathing, causing myself to hiccup. Johnny stops stroking my hair and reaches down to lift my legs around his waist, supporting my back as he leads me to my bed and lies me down.
I cover my eyes, embarrassed at the state I'm in but he covers you in a blanket and reaches to pull your hands from your eyes.
"I will stay with you until you feel better but only if you tell me what's going on."
I sigh, sitting up and wiping my tears. I take a moment to get control back of my breathing as Johnny rubs my back.
"Johnny, i-i. Ugh. I can't have dinner with you anymore."
"What?" He protests, leaning back In shock. "Why, what did I do?" He asks
"I can't listen to you talk about these girls you meet all the time, I just can't, I just" I stop. I know I'm confusing him. He's silent and processing. I need to be honest.
"Listen Johnny. I know it's not the first time you must have heard this and it won't be the last but I really like you. I like everything about you and in fact I can't stop thinking about you."
His eyes widen and for some reason, I see his muscles slightly relax.
"I know you're a flirt but I can't help it. I love being around you, I constantly blush at your words and I'm always in awe of you: your hard work, your kindness your bravery. I also know that this is one sided. I have fallen for the flirt. I am the exact opposite of your typical type and I will always just be your friend. I have tried to get over you but you make it so hard always talking about these skinny blond girls who are always flirting with you!" I take a breath. I can't believe I finally said it. I'm so embarrassed.
He is silent. But he looks... Relieved?
"No one has ever said that to me y/n" he whispers.
"Don't lie, people say they like you all the time" I huff.
"No y/n, they say they want me. No one has ever said I was kind, brave or even hard working. No one has admitted to wanting me around. No one. Only you. In fact, your the only one who has ever truly made me feel wanted y/n." He admits.
I am shocked. "But-"
"I want you" he says in a low tone. I hadn't noticed before but he has gotten closer than before, his face was inches from mine.
"Why me?" I say quietly, my eyes trapped in his gaze.
"You're perfect y/n, Inside and out. You're the only woman I want to flirt with for the rest of my life" he says, now centimetres away from face.
Slowly, he inches forward and kisses me softly. The kiss is slow but intimate and has so much affection behind it. I reach my hands into his hair as the kiss starts to heat up and becomes more passionate than before as Johnny starts to lean on top of me and cages me in with his big arms.
I use his hair as leverage to pull him down into the kiss as he starts to kiss me with more hunger, biting my bottom lip, which causes a whimper to escape my bruising lips. His hips start grind into mine, gaining another soft gasp from my mouth as he starts to kiss down my jaw to my neck, nibbling at my soft flesh. Our hips start to grind into each others in a desperate attempt to get some friction and my hands start to trace down his knees to his back as my nails jab into his skin when he bites harshly into my neck.
"You have no idea how much I've dreamt about tasting you" his words cause me to moan, which makes him grin. There's my Johnny.
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