#oxytocin

Get your daily D.O.S.E. of mental health goodness ♡

pairing: bucky x reader (+ natasha)

summary: natasha overhears you and bucky going at it.

tags/warnings: 18+ MDNI, smut [oral f!recieving, natasha being a little perv and spying on you & bucky, f!masturbation (naatsha), mentions of recording], highkey not proofread sorry

wc: ~450

nova's notes: guys my ass was being kicked by school and i had to vanish off the face of the earth for a bit..... BUT IM BACK SO SUCK ON THAT (haha get it)(sorry ill stop)-> main masterlist + BILLIE BARNES & NOVA!

It's filthy the way he smears his cum across your thighs, and you would say something, but it can’t be helped with how he’s throbbing inside of you. “How many is that? Three? Four?” Bucky says this absentmindedly, too focused on how your skin glistens with his release.

You don’t respond. It's impossible, you deduce, because how could you speak after everything he’s done to you? One orgasm on his fingers, another with his tongue, and two, yes two, on his cock. 

“Y’want another?” 

You should say no. Your body's spent. Another orgasm might kill you. But, that doesn’t stop your hands from trailing up his muscular back, slowly tracing the outline of each muscle, threading into his hair, and pulling his swollen lips to yours. 

He stops your attempt to lock your legs around him with a firm force on your inner knee, presenting you to him. “Let me lick you..” A request that is followed by the sounds of squelching as he pulls out of you. 

Bucky sits on his haunches, pulling you by your legs to lift them over his shoulders and leans forward to wrap his lips around your sweet, glistening core.

Natasha wants nothing more than to see the two of you right now. She can only imagine the lewdness of your naked, sweaty, intertwined bodies: his lips engulfing your clit just the way you like, your hands, gripping at the sheets, twisting the fabric as your back arches in pleasure, the mix of cum, sweat, and saliva making you glow. It pains her to not see it, to not open the door and peek through the crack for just a glimpse. 

But she makes do with ear flush against the door. Her hands are shoved down her pants, fingers quickly circling her clit as she listens to the sounds of your moans, the slurping of Bucky’s tongue laving and lapping at your cunt like she wishes she could. She dreams of making you gut your hips into her mouth the way he does. 

The best part about the two of you is that it’s real. Not fake, nor rehearsed, nothing overly pornographic, just raw, untamed pleasure. It's clear in the way Bucky pulls your moans out of you, rough and whiney on occasion. His sounds are primal—clawing their way up his throat and reverberating onto your core. No theatrics. Just ecstasy. Something Natasha wishes she could share between the both of you. 

She won’t do anything about her desire any time soon, though. The sounds you both make are enough to satiate her for the time being. That being said…maybe she could slip a camera in there—or two.

Only for her eyes, of course. She would never share something that good with anybody else.

hte special: oxytocin "And what would people say, people say, people say / If they listened through the wall, the wall, the wall?" 0:53 ━━●─────── 3:30 ⇆ㅤ ㅤ◁ㅤ ❚❚ ㅤ▷ ㅤㅤ↻

➼ warnings: smut, oral, fingering, strap (reader receiving), swearing, pet names, choking? (billie puts her hand over reader's mouth), dom!billie

"fuck—billie!"

your back arches off the mattress as her tongue drags slow over your clit, a perfect, torturous pressure that makes your thighs shake. her fingers curl inside you just right, that spot she found within seconds because she always fucking knows. the headboard knocks against the wall in a steady rhythm, each thrust of her hand followed by the creak of springs. "you close?" billie murmurs against your thigh, her breath hot.

you nod frantically, fingers tangled in her hair. "mm, keep—fuck—"

she doesn't speed up. doesn't change the pace. just keeps fucking you, her tongue now circling your clit slowly, like she's got all the time in the world and you're chanting her name like it's the only word you know. the buildup is agonizing, every nerve in your body pulled tight, until you come with a choked-off moan, hips jerking, your legs clamping around billie's shoulders. she works you through it, lazy strokes now, her lips pressed to your inner thigh before pulling off with a wet kiss, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand as she crawls up your body. "good?"

you’re still catching your breath. billie grins, all smug satisfaction and she’s about to say something—probably some cocky joke—when there’s a knock at the door. you both freeze. there's another knock, much harder this time. "you expecting someone?" she asks and when you shake your head no, she yanks the sheets over you as if that somehow hides the fact you're both naked, out of breath, and very obviously interrupted.

you stare at her, wide-eyed. "you're not seriously—"

but she's already climbing off the bed, grabbing her discarded clothes from the floor and yanking them on commando. "hold on." she disappears into the hallway before you can stop her. you hear muffled voices, a man, you think, and billie's low, amused tone, before the door clicks shuts. when she saunters back into the room, there's a smirk on her face. you tilt your head. "well?"

"neighbour," she says, climbing back onto the bed and hovering over you. "told us to settle down with the noise and renovations."

your face burns. "oh my god."

billie bursts out laughing. "in his defence," she says, nipping at your jaw, "you were kinda loud."

you send her a mock scowl. "yeah? and whose fault is that?"

she catches your wrists, pinning them to the mattress with one hand while the other slides between your thighs again. "this time," she murmurs against your neck, "try to stay quiet."

billie doesn’t waste a moment before she’s on you again, her mouth hot and insistent against your neck, her fingers already roaming again. "fuck," she mutters against your skin, "you're still so tight."

you moan loudly, arching into her touch, but she clamps her free hand over your mouth before you can make another sound. "shh," she murmurs, lips brushing your ear. "don't wanna bother the neighbours now, do we baby?"

you whimper against her palm, before she flips you onto your stomach without warning, one hand between your shoulder blades keeping you pinned to the mattress. you can feel her strap, the one she's kept on for the whole day just to tease you, press against your entrance, muffling your moan into the sheets as she pushes in, inch by inch, until she's fully inside you. you can't see her, but you know she's leaning over you a bit, her cold chain dangling over your back. "fuck, baby," she hisses, hands gripping your hips, "takin' me so good."

she sets a slower rhythm, bottoming out on each thrust and driving the breath from your lungs. you swear your senses are heightened with her deliberately drawn out pace, making you feel everything as she slides in and out. your face is buried into a pillow now to stifle your moans as best as you can, but it's almost useless—every drag of the strap against that spot inside you has you seeing stars. "that's it," she breathes, "good girl. fuck, you look so good, should have you like this more often, hm?"

you let out a quiet groan, feeling your pussy clench around her strap, purely from her words. you're trembling already, desperate for more and billie knows. she drags it out, angling her hips just right to hit that spot over and over, drilling you into the mattress. when you moan a little too loud again, she wraps her fingers around your mouth, using it as an anchor as she fucks into you from the back. "gonna come for me again?" she murmurs, voice low.

you nod desperately, beyond words, your fingers clutching at the sheets as you focus on breathing through your nose. "then do it," she growls, snapping her hips harder. "come on mama," she groans, "come on my strap like you fucking mean it."

the command, the pure dominance in her voice, sends you over the edge. you finish with a silent moan, your entire body locking up as pleasure rushes through you, wave after wave. billie keeps going, her own breathing coming in ragged gasps behind your back before she comes to a stop, pressing deep inside you. "that's it," she says, voice weak, "so good for me, baby."

the silence that follows is broken only by the creak of the bed as billie pulls out. you roll onto your back just in time to see her unbuckling her strap with that infuriatingly smug grin. "quieter than i thought," she says, tossing it aside before crawling over you.

you swat at her. "shut up."

billie catches your hand, leaning down for a kiss before flopping onto the pillows beside you. "i hope we don't get evicted," she jokes, brushing her thumb over your knuckles.

you laugh. "you're getting evicted. i'm an innocent victim."

"bullshit." she peeks up at you, grinning. "you were the one screaming 'right there, fuck—’”

you clamp a hand over her mouth, not wanting to hear her mock moans any longer. she licks your palm. "disgusting," you grin, wiping it on the sheets.

billie just laughs, rolling to drape herself over you, her nose nudging your jaw. "worth it," she murmurs. and when she kisses you again, slow and tender, you know she's right.

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