the hot n heavy


Summary: Pure porn without plot. You wake up and spend a morning with Sam and Dean.

Warnings: Smut, threesome (no Wincest), anal sex

Word Count: 2650ish

A/N: Hope y’all enjoy! XOXO

Too hot. Too bright. Everything feels heavy and suffocating, like you’re trapped or tied down. Leg muscles twitch, but you can’t move them as you force your brain to swim toward the surface, try to break your mind out of its haze.

And then you wake up.

For just a moment, you focus only on your breath. You wake up like this two or three times a week, have ever since you started hunting, and it will only take your body a few seconds to calm down.

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The Song

Note: I don’t know about you guys, but I need some water. I got too into this. OH and idk why but Partition reminds me of Bucky. so I used that, I hope that’s okay! thanks for the request, I really hope you enjoyed this! feedback is ALWAYS welcome! .c

Request: Here’s something I think you’d write really well… Bucky is your boyfriend and you’re a singer and you write all of these seriously sexy songs, he sees your show one night and hears all these hot n heavy songs about him and when he gets you home, he does all sorts. - @fridamoss


Singing was one of the things you enjoyed the most. Sure, killing bad guys and fighting alongside your boyfriend and fellow badass teammates couldn’t compare. But this was something you did to get your mind off of it. The process of writing a love song, a song about sadness, or a song about your sexy boyfriend, took you to a place you revisited as often as possible.

You sang at a little open mic place. It had a small stage and a bar, tables littered in between. Pool tables and dart boards near the back. It was usually full when people knew you’d be performing on a certain night during the week. You loved when so many people came to listen to you, even if you were sorta famous for being an Avenger.

Tonight, you were singing a new song you had written. It was about your boyfriend and he was finally able to have a night off. He had been stuck with nightly missions along with Steve and Wanda for a while. Everyone has come to see you, all but them three. Though it was only Bucky coming tonight. Steve had a much needed date with Sharon planned and Wanda was going to be helping Vision with something.

You were extra nervous about tonight. Bucky didn’t know about the songs you sang about him, nor did he know you wrote about him at all. He knew you sang, but this was definitely going to surprise him.

You stared at yourself in the mirror backstage, sighing out. You were wearing a sexy black dress with black heels to match. You tapped your heel nervously against the floor, the sound echoing through the silent dressing room.

The crowd was cheering as Jimmy, the artist before you, had just finished his song. You took a deep breath and walked out of your dressing room, walking down the dimly lit hallway that led to the stage. A girl that worked backstage smiled at you as you walked by. “Good luck!” She said before giving you a gentle pat on your shoulder. You smiled and thanked her softly.

Jimmy walked down the steps and smiled at you. “Good luck out there, Y/N.” He said, holding his guitar by the neck as he gave you a high five. “Thanks Jimmy Jam!” You said, causing him to chuckle at his nickname you gave him a while ago. You slowly walked up the stairs, letting the crowd settle down. Patrick, the owner of the place, was introducing you and you stood at the top of the stairs, waiting for your cue.

Patrick smiled at you, sending you a wink. “And now, who you’ve all been waiting for, may I present to you: Y/N Y/L/N!” The crowd cheered and you walked onto the stage, smiling and waving at the crowd. Patrick gave you the microphone and placed a kiss to both of your cheeks. “Good luck, Y/N.” Patrick said before hopping off the stage. You sighed out and put the mic on the stand.

The crowd finished cheering and you spotted Bucky near the front, a smirk on his face. You winked at him then looked out at everyone. There was a lot more people here than any other night and you swallowed your nerves. “How’s everyone doing tonight?” You asked, the crowd cheering loudly in response. You giggled. “Great. Well, this song is a new one. I wrote it for a certain someone and I hope you like it.” You said, blushing a little as Bucky sat towards the edge of his seat.

The music started playing and the crowd started to cheer, dancing along to the beat. “Driver roll up the partition, please.” Your voice rang through, every lyric sang with sexiness and a sensual feel. Bucky bit his lip as he watched you sing, his eyes drinking in your figure. He listened closely to every word, his eyes glued to yours as you sang words of sultry and utter naughtiness.

You let your hands move up and down your body as you kept singing, staring straight at Bucky. “Hand prints and good grips on my ass.” Bucky’s mouth was agape, his eyes wide, and his thoughts going wild. You knew the effect this song would have on him and you hoped it was working. By the looks of his face right now, you knew you had reeled him in.

You sang and kept your eyes on Bucky. You wrote the last bit in French, knowing Bucky had been brushing up on his language skills. He wanted to learn as many languages as he could, and you knew he was excellent at French. Adding that to the mix was an added bonus. “Est-ce que tu aimes le sexe? Le sexe, je veux dire l'activité physique.” You said, your voice drawing Bucky in even more.

The song came to an end and the crowd cheered as loud as they could, making you smile and blush. “Thank you!” You said before walking off stage. You breathed out and laughed to yourself, covering your mouth with the back of your hand. “Oh my gosh.” You whispered, not believing you just sang that in front of everyone including the man it was about.

You quickly gathered your things and left backstage, walking over to the table Bucky was sitting at. “Hey, baby.” You said, leaning down to press a kiss to Bucky’s cheek, his stubble rubbing against your lips. Bucky turned to you, his eyes following your figure to where you sat across from him. Bucky’s bottom lip was pulled in between his teeth. He was looking at you with that look. That look that meant he wanted you underneath him, begging for him.

Bucky licked his lips and smiled, his white teeth shining as he tucked his hair behind his ear. “That was…” Bucky trailed off, his eyes falling from your eyes, to your lips, then to your cleavage. “Was?” You questioned, leaning in slightly. You raised your heel under the table, rubbing it up against the inside of Bucky’s leg. A small gasp fell from Bucky’s mouth and his eyes shot up to stare into yours. “Doll, we need to get home.” Bucky said, standing to his feet.

You smirked then quickly put on a small frown. “Aww, but I only just finished. Can’t we stay for a bit?” You playfully pouted, slumping your shoulders a tad. “Please?” You added, cupping your hands together. Bucky rubbed his bottom lip, clicking his tongue. 

He stepped over to you and bent down, his metal hand resting on the table as his flesh hand rested on your partly exposed thigh. “Daddy suggests you get your pretty little ass in the car, or he’ll fuck you on this table for everyone to see. Do I make myself clear, Y/N?” Bucky asked, his voice low and taunting.

You gasped and stood to your feet, your pussy becoming wet from his words. Your face was red with blush as Bucky grabbed your hand and kissed your temple. You nervously waved at a few faces in the crowd that said goodbye to you, letting Bucky pull you along to the entrance doors.

The chilly night air made you inhale sharply through your teeth and Bucky hurriedly pulled you along the sidewalk. “Bucky, slow down!” You said, your heels clicking loudly as you all but ran beside Bucky. Bucky slowed per your request and you let out a sigh. “Once we get home, you better be ready.” Bucky said lowly, his arm wrapping around your waist tightly.

You smirked and finally reached the car. Bucky opened your door for you and before you could get in, Bucky came up behind you. You felt his crotch press into you and his hands gently lifted up your dress a tad, his flesh hand rubbing the skin of your inner thigh. “Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t fuck you right here.” Bucky said, moving your hair to one shoulder, his lips ghosting over the skin of your neck.

A gasp fell from your lips and you closed your eyes. “I-I-” You only managed to let a pitiful stutter fall from your lips as Bucky bit down on your skin, slightly sucking. You moaned out, not caring if you were loud. Bucky smirked and pulled away from your neck with a wet noise. “No reason?” Bucky asked, thrusting his crotch into you.

Bucky was already sporting an erection and your mouth watered at the thought of his glistening red tip and swollen cock. “You wouldn’t want another man to see me get fucked, would you?” You questioned, knowing how jealous and protective Bucky could get.

You smirked to yourself after hearing Bucky sigh heavily and deeply. “Every man in there had his eyes on you. You’re my girl. My Doll. Get in.” Bucky said as he pulled away from you. You bit your lip and got in the car, Bucky shutting your door and crossing over to the drivers side.

Bucky’s hands were all over you as soon as you stepped into the tower, making your way to the elevator. You giggled softly and gasped when you saw Sam and Clint standing near the common room.  Bucky removed his hands from your ass, hoping they didn’t see. “Y/N! How was the show?” Sam asked, a wide smile on his face.

You heard Bucky sigh and you decided to prolong his arousal, making him wait for you. You walked over to the two men, pulling Bucky along. “It was so much fun! Wasn’t it, Bucky?” You beamed, looking up at your overly turned on boyfriend. Bucky nodded, keeping your body in front of his prominent bulge. “It was amazing, baby.” Bucky breathed out shakily, his lips in a tight smile.

Clint raised an eyebrow. “She sang the song.” Sam gasped, looking over at Clint with an amused smile. Clint’s eyes widened and the two men both started to laugh, leaning into each other for support. You blushed and grabbed Bucky’s jacket, pulling him away. “Bye boys.” You sang softly, watching Bucky stare back at them in confusion.

As you stepped into the elevator, Bucky looked down at you. “How’d they know?” Bucky asked, curiosity laced in his husky voice. You shrugged your shoulders a tad. “They found my journal.” You said, being totally honest. Bucky sighed deeply and his hands rested on your hips.

Bucky bent down just enough to where his lips were ghosting over yours. “This dress,” Bucky whispered, tugging on it gently, “needs to go.” Bucky finished, his hands moving down to grip your ass, giving it a harsh spank. You gasped and let out a high pitched moan. Bucky chuckled darkly, his eyes on yours.

The elevator came to a stop and Bucky moved his hands from your ass, pulling you by your hand to his bedroom. Your heels were the only sound in the hallway. Bucky pushed his door open and shut it, shoving your back into it. You grunted softly, looking up at Bucky with an innocent expression.

Bucky bit his lip, his eyes raking up and down your body before they stopped at your mid-section. His hand lifted under your dress, his eyes on your face. You felt his middle finger rub against your clit through your panties, adding a little pressure. Your breathing came out heavy as you looked down, the sight of his arm sticking out from your dress making you whimper.

A soft moan fell from Bucky’s lips as he started rubbing the length of his finger along your slit. “Daddy wants to see how wet you are, Doll. Can he?” Bucky asked, using his other hand to lift your chin up to look at him. You nodded, making a small “mhm” sound. Bucky smirked and used his hands to pull down your panties, his body crouching down as he went.

Bucky’s eyes stayed locked on yours and he was on his knees now, your panties around your ankles. Bucky’s hands made their way up the back of your legs and a shiver coursed through your body. Bucky smirked and lifted your dress, his eyes falling onto your pussy. Bucky let out a breath, licking his lips as a smile tugged at the corners.

You whimpered and shuffled on your heels. “Buckyyy.” You moaned, your impatience growing stronger. Bucky leaned in and used his fingers to spread your lips open. You let your head fall against the door as you felt Bucky’s breath fanning across your pussy. “Y/N, you’re glistening. Are you that turned on?” Bucky asked as if it weren’t the most obvious thing in the world.

You nodded. “I-I am.” You said, looking back down at Bucky. He started to lean in, his tongue sticking out of his mouth. You gasped and breathed heavily, excited to feel his mouth on your pussy. Bucky licked a long stripe from your opening to your clit and you moaned out, your hand flying to his thick hair as the tip of his tongue flicked against your clit.

A groan fell from Bucky’s lips and he attached his lips around your clit, creating small sucking motions as he continued watching your face. Your hips jerked into Bucky and he groaned again, using his tongue to lightly flick across your clit back and forth. “Bucky, yes.” You moaned, tugging on his hair. “More.” You pleaded, watching Bucky’s blue eyes focusing on you.

He smiled against your pussy and he sloppily made out with it, gently wiggling his head back and forth. His hair tickled your thighs and you moaned again, your legs slightly buckling under you. Bucky’s hands held your dress up at your waist, gripping onto you so you wouldn’t fall. “Fuck, you’re so good at this.” You moaned, feeling Bucky’s fingers dig into your waist and you could hear the wet sounds from in between your thighs.

Bucky suddenly pulled away, making you whine. Bucky smirked up at you and his chin was covered in your juices. Bucky slipped your dress over you, letting it drop to the floor. His eyes fell to your breasts, his metal hand reaching up to grasp one. You moaned softly as he pinched your hardened nipple. “You’re so gorgeous.” Bucky said, pulling you over to his bed.

Bucky gently pushed you backwards. You giggled as you bounced slightly on the mattress, biting your lip. Bucky unbuckled his belt, dropping it to the floor. Your eyes were focused on him as he slipped his pants off. You could see his cock in his tight boxers, the sight causing your mouth to water.

You sat up a little to take off your heels, but Bucky grabbed your wrist. “Please, keep them on.” Bucky said, making you smirk. “Yes, Daddy.” You said, leaning back on your elbows. Bucky gripped your ankles, gently yanking you closer to the edge of the bed. “You drive me crazy, Doll. Daddy wants you so bad right now. I need that little pussy of yours.“ Bucky groaned, hovering over you. “I want you to behave, understand?” Bucky asked, staring into your eyes.

Gulping, you nodded. “Yes.” You whispered, feeling small underneath Bucky. “Yes, what?” Bucky asked, spreading your legs open more. You inhaled shakily as his hands left your skin. “Yes, Daddy.” You said, watching Bucky bite his lip. “Good girl.” He praised, standing to his feet. 

“I want you to beg for me, Doll.” Bucky said, slipping off his boxers. You saw his thick cock spring free, a small gasp escaping your lips. You wanted to lean up and shove him into your mouth until he hit the back of your throat, but you knew better. 

Bucky started to slowly stroke his cock, gathering the pre-cum and spreading it along. “You enjoyed teasing me back there, didn’t you?” Bucky asked, the memory of you eye fucking him and seducing him with your hands moving all over your body fresh in your mind. You nodded slightly, letting your eyes slowly drink in his body, until you met his eyes. “I did. I loved it.” You said, moving your right heel to travel up the side of Bucky’s leg.

He smirked and softly slapped it away. You frowned and looked at Bucky innocently. “I want your cock.” You said, spreading your legs more. Bucky’s eyes fell to your pussy and you smirked, reaching your hand down to rub your clit. Bucky growled, quickly moving your hand away. “Behave.” He ordered, making you whine. “Daddy, please. I’m so ready for you.” You said, creasing your eyebrows and biting the tip of your finger.

Bucky watched you closely and you smiled at him. “Please, fuck me. Make me scream.” You begged desperately, watching Bucky’s hand speed up a tad. Bucky swallowed thickly, his eyes raking up and down your body. “Fuck, your pussy is so pretty.” Bucky breathed out, squeezing his cock a little. “Seems like Daddy is losing his patience on his own.” You said, a slight giggle in your voice. Bucky growled and stopped stroking himself.

Bucky gripped your ankles, making you gasp. “You want me to make you scream?” Bucky asked, raising your legs to rest on his broad shoulders. You nodded, licking your lips. “Please, make me scream so loud. I want you to pound into me, make me cum all over you. I need you.” You begged, watching Bucky’s eyes close, his bottom lip pulled in between his teeth. “Fuuuck.” He said quietly.

Bucky’s eyes shot open and he gripped his cock, gently rubbing it up and down your slit. You moaned and let your head fall back against the mattress. Bucky slid his tip inside of you, making you gasp. “You’re such a dirty girl.” Bucky said, sliding in further. 

You felt his hands rest by your sides and you looked into his eyes. He smirked and slammed his hips into you. You moaned out louder, his cock filling you up. “Fuck, you’re so big!” You whimpered, making Bucky chuckle. 

He started to thrust in and out of you, his cock hitting your g-spot perfectly. “You’re so tight, Y/N.” Bucky rasped, moving your legs down to wrap around his waist. You gripped onto his hair, your fingers tangling into it tightly. “Fuck me harder, Daddy.” You pleaded, feeling your pussy clench around Bucky’s thick cock. He growled and picked you up by your waist, moving you up towards the headboard.

Your head rested on the pillows and Bucky shoved his cock deeper into you. You moaned, arching your back. Bucky took that chance to suck on one of your nipples, grazing his teeth over it gently. Your hands flew to his hair again, tugging on it harshly. He groaned, his thrusts getting harder, the bed slamming into the wall. “Yes, Daddy!” You screamed. Bucky pulled away and looked at your face, moaning when your mouth fell slack at a particularly hard thrust.

Bucky reached down to rub your clit and you relaxed your back to look down at his cock disappearing in and out of your pussy. “I love your fucking pussy. You’re such a good girl, aren’t you? Writing and singing about me,” Bucky groaned, his cock twitching, “teasing me. Dammit, you’re so beautiful.” Bucky growled loudly, surely the others could hear you two, though you didn’t care.

Your heels dug into Bucky’s back and you gasped for air, feeling yourself getting closer. You tugged on Bucky’s hair and pulled him down to kiss you. You heard him moan as he bit your lip, his hand squeezing your ass, spanking you. “You’re such a fucking good girl for Daddy.” Bucky said against your mouth. You moaned, fighting your tongues together, his dominating yours.

Bucky pulled away, leaning his head against your forehead. Bucky’s thighs slapped against yours and you felt his cock twitch again, making you cry out. “I’m gonna fucking cum!” You yelled, squeezing your legs around Bucky’s waist tightly. Bucky’s thrusts didn’t falter and his hand sped up on your clit. “Daddy wants your cum, Doll. Fuck yeah, I love it when you clench around m-me, FUCK!” Bucky growled, thrusting so hard you were breasts were bouncing up and down.

Your breath caught in your throat and your eyes rolled into the back of your head as you started to cum. You screamed, drawing it out like blood murder. “YES, BUCKY!” You cried out, hearing Bucky moaning as loud as he could. You whimpered loudly, feeling Bucky’s cum filling you up in hot spurts, slowly dripping out of you.

Bucky slammed into you a few more times, riding out both of your orgasms. Bucky collapsed on top of you, both of your breathing heavy and coming out in short huffs. “Holy shit.” Bucky rasped, his hair sticking to his sweaty forehead. You held Bucky close, your pussy throbbing even more than before. “God, I need to sing to you more often.” You said, breathless. Bucky chuckled lazily, moving off of you.

Bucky sighed, completely worn out. “Fuck.” He said, a wide smile on his face. You turned your head to look at him and you smiled, reaching for his hand. “That was so,” “Amazing.” Bucky finished, making you giggle. 

You slowly sat up, a groan falling from your lips. Bucky helped you up, slipping off your heels. “Was I too rough?” Bucky asked worriedly, standing to his feet. You blushed, loving how he was concerned. “No, I’m just a little sore is all.” You said softly.

You watched Bucky leave and come back with a damp wash rag, cleaning you both up. Bucky gave you one of his t-shirts to wear and he slipped on a pair of clean boxers. He handed you a pair of clean panties you had in his drawer, helping you slip them on. 

You exchanged shy glances and a knock on the door stopped you from saying something. Bucky walked over and opened it and you saw Sam standing there, his eyes meeting yours.

“Can you sing to me?”


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do u ever want affection,,, but u only want it from one person. like anyone else in the world can give u affection but it doesn’t mean anything bc all you want is to be w that one person. it don’t even gotta be affection they could call u a fucking cheese curd n ur heart gets all hot n heavy n means the world 2 u

When I Was Your Man – Theo Raeken Imagine

Requested by Anon: I don’t know if you’re taking song requests, and it’s totally okay if you don’t. But if you do could you do an imagine based on “when i was your man” by bruno mars, where theo is the reader ex-boyfriend and now she’s in a new relationship with brett? basically the concept of the song.

Warning: Sad Theo and dealing with heartbreak

Word Count: 1,522

Author’s Note: Feed back is always appreciated :)

[My Teen Wolf Master List]

Originally posted by training-wolves

Theo stopped in his tracks the second an old familiar sound reached his ears with his werewolf hearing. It was a sweet and playful giggle. It was Y/N. He’d recognize that giggle anywhere as he heard it a thousand times before. He turned the corner and saw her with someone else. She had her arms around his neck as the guy’s hands rested firmly on her waist. He was playfully kissing and biting her neck, hence her giggling. She looked genuinely happy and that brought a huge wave of pain and guilt over Theo. 

“I got you something,” Theo overheard as the guy pulled away from her.

“Brett, you didn’t have to get me anything,” she smiled widely at the boy in front of her.

“But I saw it and I knew you had to have it.” He pulled out a small bag and gave it to her. Theo watched her slowly untie the ribbon and open the bag. She carefully grabbed what was inside. The second her eyes landed on the necklace with a werewolf charm, she gasped. “Do you like it?” He asked her.

“Brett…” she said completely surprised by his thoughtful gift. “I love it.”

He brushed her hair to the side and grabbed the necklace. “I know we’ve only been together for three months, and I hope this doesn’t scare you,” Theo’s heart stopped beating as he realized this guy was about to tell her he loves her. 

“But you’re my anchor,” Brett continued. Theo relaxed a bit, but it didn’t ease the heartache he had in his chest. Telling a girl you’re his anchor is just another way of saying I love you. It was just a matter of time before Brett would actually say it to Y/N.

After Brett clasped the necklace on, Y/N looked down and smiled at the silver werewolf resting on her chest. She looked up at Brett with a genuine smile. “Thank you,” she leaned in and kissed his cheek.

Theo sighed in defeat. He knew he messed up. His relationship with Y/N was long gone. There was no way to fix it, but he knew he had to apologize. He wasn’t ready to let her go and move on, but she already had. He wasn’t one to stop her from being happy when she deserved everything the world had to offer. The only problem was he had to let her go otherwise he’d be miserable for the rest of his life.

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Lips - Hayes Grier

It had started out innocent. A couple short kisses all morning. Nothing more had happened because we weren’t alone in the house and if one of the guys saw us there would no doubt be teasing. And lots of it! So when everyone else had finally left, except Nate who was sleeping off his party from last night, Hayes was quick to take advantage of the opportunity. Cornering me in the kitchen may not have been the smartest idea but it was the best way to get what he wanted. “Come on Y/N you’re only here for a few more days and this is the first time I’ve gotten you alone!”, Hayes said as he trailed kisses down my jaw. “Hayes, mmm, baby Nate is upstairs and the guys are going to be back any minute.”, that was a total half-a**ed argument because the way his lips are making me feel have already convinced me. He didn’t answer but instead moved down to the junction where my neck meets my shoulder and started to leave his mark on me. Aaand I was gone. Putty in his hands. Moving my hands up to tangle in his thick hair I pulled him back to my lips. As I did this his hands moved to my behind and lifted me up to the counter where he continued to make my head spin in a mind blowing kiss. It was messy and hard but it was all him. Hayes filled my senses and made me never want to stop. His lips moved back to my neck and he left more evidence of our heated make out. “Woah 2000 nice job!” Hayes pulled back fast and I jumped from the counter looking over his shoulder to see Nate, an obnoxious smirk on his face. “Don’t worry little brother I won’t tell about you and Y/N here getting hot and heavy in the kitchen if you promise not to go farther than that where we eat.”, Nate laughed. “Yeah yeah very funny.”, Hayes pulled me with him up to his room and when we got there turned to me and said, “Now where were we…”

Originally posted by cutie---kisses

Decisions, Decisions (Part 1)

Prompt: Imagine Tom Hiddleston has a crush on you and he is feeling jealous of James McAvoy on “The Graham Norton Show” because James talks about how great the chemistry was between you, his co-star, and him in your latest film.

Warnings: language

Word Count: ~3300

Note: Beta’d by @like-a-bag-of-potatoes - This fic would NOT be possible without you, and @amarvelouswritings - who let me badger the hell out of her. Thank you both a million! Used @theartofimagining13 imagine

Also, some of the timelines are going to be off in this, to make stuff fit.


You were fidgeting with your red skin tight dress as you stood backstage at the Graham Norton show with your current co-star James McAvoy and ex-costar Tom Hiddleston. You checked your phone for the eighteenth time, seeing a text from your best friend in the whole world, Ida.

“Good luck! : )” she sent, upbeat and encouraging as always. She’d been your good friend for five years now and she was busy with her music journalist job, interviewing Metallica tonight.

“Thanks!” you replied back.

“You ready for this, Y/N?” James asked, his Scottish accent so thick and so nice, you loved the way your name sounded on his lips. He was buttoning his suit jacket as he glanced your way. You tried not to stare, but goddamn was that hard. He was funny, handsome, clever, charming, talented….there wasn’t anything you didn’t like about him.

“Uh, yeah,” you tried, taking a deep breath.

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Got7: How They Kiss


I know people say Mark’s all quiet and shy, but honestly, still waters run deep, so I think he can get passionate when kissing his s/o. He’s all in for sweet morning kisses, when you’re making breakfast and he sneaks up on you, hugging you and pressing a feathery smooch onto the back of your neck or shoulder. Mark really isn’t all that shy when he’s kissing, and his favourite place is definitely the neck. He’s a big kisser too, so movie night means you’re getting smothered. It’s a way to let you know how much he loves you, without having to say it over and over again.


Hmmm…I think Jaebum’s a shy one. An adorably shy one. He seems like a really badass kind of guy, but he’s a cheesy sweetheart, honestly. He doesn’t kiss your neck unless he’s feeling particularly…frisky, but cheek and forehead kisses are a bit of a must with him. I think he’s not nearly as daring as Mark is, so maybe you’d have to persuade him with some aegyo to get a little kiss once in a while. Jaebum probably prefers subtle gestures like holding hands, and I think that channels into his kissing as well.


This lil’ puppy probably kisses exactly like you think he would. A bit sloppy at times, but overall really, really passionate kisses. Jackson likes to show how manly he is during make-out sessions, so be prepared for…whatever happens. Also, when he comes back from a tour, expect those cheesy airport kisses where he twirls you around, because this boy is not afraid to show off! He’s generally a cheek/lips kind of guy, but he likes to give you forehead kisses during movies too. That is, if he’s not screaming at the TV.


Jinyoung’s probably one of the more awkward kissers, well, not awkward in general, but I feel like he’s the kind of person who wouldn’t be able to be serious during a ‘moment’, because he’s nervous about kissing you or something. He’s generally a straightforward type of guy, so if he wants a kiss, he gets a kiss, no matter where you are. He’s a pretty big fan of cheek kisses, but if you’re getting particularly hot ‘n heavy, he’ll go for the collarbone. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)


Can we all agree that Youngjae is a cute kisser? I mean, it’s already a widely known fact that Youngjae is a happy virus. In my opinion, he’d be that guy who’d giggle and then peck you on the lips, or smile while kissing you. He loves the forehead and the cheeks, and passionate make-out sessions are pretty rare. You’re both just happy with cute, innocent, smiley kisses. Also, did I mention that this boy will pepper your face with kisses if you’re feeling down?


Bambam’s…interesting. Needless to say, he’s probably the one with the dirtiest mind in GOT7, so I think his kisses would be a bit hungry and sexual. Bambam’s quite young though, so he’s probably not very experienced, but he learns quickly. Very, very quickly. He’s a big fan of casual make-out sessions on the couch, and he loves to randomly surprise you with a kiss, not like you’re complaining (I mean, have you seen those lips?). Him being a bit sloppy and hormonal doesn’t mean he can’t be sweet, so occasional cute pecks are definitely a thing!


I feel like Yugyeom, being the youngest and all, is pretty shy. His usual demeanour is quite childish, so I think he’s not too keen on very deep kisses. Yugyeom probably prefers the kind of innocent, cute, high school drama kiss. He might get jealous pretty quickly, because he’s so young and inexperienced and all, so he thinks you’ll leave him for someone better (really though, who would?); jealousy kisses in front of guys who are hitting on you are bound to happen. I think Yugyeom’s the kind of guy to try to kiss you because he’s bored or whiny, which honestly just makes him all the cuter.

Good evening!

So I’ve been pretty obsessed with GOT7 lately, as you can see. I do feel like this one might make you cringe, I don’t know. Maybe you’ll end up liking it, I hope you do. I had a lot of fun writing this scenario, and on a different note, congratulations to BTS and all our fellow ARMYs who helped BTS fly right up to the stars! We broke a record and I’m so proud of the boys and the entire ARMY fandom! Love you!


Title: Professor McCoy
Fandom: Marvel
Word Count: 670
Characters: Hank McCoy x Reader
Reader Gender: Not specified
Warnings: Gettin’ hot ‘n heavy with everybody’s favorite professor
Notes: Request from @i-can-see-through-it for “Hi! First of all, you’re writing is lovely. :) also, can I request one between Hank and the reader, where the reader is usually feisty and Hank can be quite timid, but they have some banter and there’s a role reversal and a lot of sexual tension haha, thank you!” // Thank you very much! Hope you like it. ☺ // Hank McCoy has a professor kink and no one can tell me otherwise.

Originally posted by jamesmacvoy

         Waltzing into Hank’s lab uninvited wasn’t unusual for you. You two were good friends, so he never minded; he was always happy to have the company. You thought it might be because he had feelings for you, judging from the way he would blush profusely any time you flirted with him, but you couldn’t be sure.
        Upon entering the lab, you heard a loud groan of frustration from Hank, followed by the clatter of something hitting a table. He had a habit of throwing down whatever he was working on when exasperated, so you assumed that this time was no exception. You found him sitting in front of a table with a… sewing machine?
         “Are you working on Halloween costumes already, Hank? Ooh, are you making mine? There’s not much fabric there, though. Although, I do have a sneaking suspicion that you would just love to see me in one of those super skimpy costumes….”
         Hank’s ears and cheeks turned slightly pink, but he shook his head.
         “I’m trying to make some sort of durable gloves for the X-Men, but none of the fabric I use is working right,” he replied, his tone a bit bitter.
         “So, the genius Dr. Hank McCoy can build a complicated, powerful jet, and a brilliant method of amplifying a mutant’s telepathic abilities, and using that to locate mutants all over the world, and a thousand other incredibly ingenious things… but he can’t manage to make a pair of gloves,” you stated, laughing. Hank shot a glare at you before walking to another table in the lab and fiddling with some more fabric.
         “Have you tried using the silk of a Darwin’s bark spider?”
         Hank stopped what he was doing and turned to you, one eyebrow raised.
         “Its silk is the strongest naturally occurring fiber in the world. It’s stronger than steel; ten times stronger than Kevlar.”
         “That’s… that’s actually really smart,” Hank said, then began scribbling down some notes.
         “I’m a bit insulted that you look so surprised that I said something smart,” you replied, laughing a bit.
         “You do it so rarely,” Hank retorted, and you could tell he was grinning despite his back being to you.
         Hank chuckled then walked over to you, and sure enough, he was smiling.
         “Thank you, Y/N. Really. That’ll help me significantly.”
         “Anytime, Professor.”
         Hank’s smile faltered a bit, and you could tell he was trying to act natural. A smirk found its way to your lips.
         “Do you like it when I call you that, Professor?” you asked in a seductive tone, resting your hands on his shoulders. The shiver that ran down his spine didn’t go unnoticed.
         You could tell that he was fighting between telling you to stop, and pulling you closer. Slowly, you began to run your hand down his chest, underneath the lapels of his lab coat. He closed his eyes and leaned into your touch, resting his forehead against yours. You could feel his shaky breath fanning over your face.
         “Yes, Professor?” you asked sweetly.
         A low growl escaped Hank’s lips when your hand ghosted over the waistband of his slacks, and his hand tangled itself into your hair as he pulled you into a passionate kiss. You flung your arms around his neck, and he was quick to pick you up, his hands gripping underneath your thighs, and set you on one of the nearby lab tables. The metal was cool beneath you, but the man you had your legs wrapped around was warming you right back up.
         “Hey, Hank, did you ever – woah!”
         You both turned quickly to find Alex standing in the doorway, shielding his eyes with his hand. His cheeks were tinted pink, and he called out “Sorry!” before hastily exiting the lab. The two of you laughed breathlessly, then Hank turned to you. The blue of his eyes was almost nonexistent, his pupils blown wide with lust. Hank wore a small smirk when he spoke.
         “This isn’t over, beautiful.”
         “Glad to hear it, Professor.”

@mayathepsychicc  @trashimagines

Hockey Camp - Auston Matthews (Part 11)

Auston Matthews x Reader

Word Count: 1758

Warnings: Mild profanity, some hot n’ heavy scenes, so shield your eyes kiddies

[Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3] [Part 4] [Part 5] [Part 6] [Part 7] [Part 8] [Part 9] [Part 10]


The rest of the night is near-perfect. You share stories as you eat, cracking each other up with the more embarrassing moments of your lives. The conversation flows so naturally and easily, unlike so many of the other dates you’ve been on with guys. Typically he would drone on about sports in a condescending manner, like you couldn’t possibly understand because you were a girl, or force faux-polite conversation about the weather and other insignificant matters that left you yawning out of boredom. Auston is different, however. That much you knew from the moment you met him, but this night reaffirms that fact. There is something there that has been lacking in any of your previous relationships.

When the sun finally sets, and the night creeps in, you both clean up and pack everything away in the car. The ride back to camp is quiet, but not awkward by any means. A down-tempo song plays softly on the radio, and you lean your head against the open window, feeling your hair flow slowly in the cool wind. You feel Auston’s eyes on you, and you turn your head to glance at him. He smiles, reaching over and covering your hand with his warm one.

You feel so comfortable in his presence it almost scares you.

All too soon, you arrive back at camp. It’s almost midnight, meaning you’ve been gone for nearly four and a half hours, but you feel like the time has passed in the blink of an eye. Auston is beginning to have that effect on you - no length of time spent with him is ever enough.

He turns off the car and the hum of the engine falls silent. You unlock your seatbelts, but instead sit there, not saying anything for a few moments, your hands still holding each other’s. You can hear the faint sound of crickets chirruping outside.

“So-” you both say at the same time and you giggle. “Go ahead,” Auston says.

“I just wanted to say that was so amazing and incredibly thoughtful. It’s the best date I’ve ever been on - I mean, I considered it a date, but if you didn’t, then-”

“Y/N, if you want it to be a date, then it’s a date.”

“I do, but only if you want it to be one too.”

He sighs and shakes his head. At first you think he means no, and your stomach sinks, but when he tilts his chin up, you see the massive grin on his face. “What do you think the answer to that question is?”

“Yes? No? I don’t kn-”

“Y/N, look at me,” he says seriously. “I like you. More than a friend, if I haven’t made that obvious enough. So, I would definitely consider this a date.”

“Oh,” you stammer, feeling the blood rush to your face. “Oh, okay, I see.”

He peers closer at you, amused. “Did you seriously think I didn’t like you in that way?”

“No - well, I didn’t know if I had pushed you away too far the other night and you didn’t like me anymore.”

“Y/N, it would take a lot more than that to make me feel less strongly about you. It’s like yesterday, when I said I can’t control the way I feel about you. Something about you drives me wild.” He reaches up and tenderly brushes away a stray hair from your forehead.

He’s now only inches away, both of you having crept forward involuntarily. Your cheeks flame as you realize what is about to happen. However, just before your lips touch, he pulls away suddenly.

“What’s wrong?” Your heart is hammering in your chest.

“Are you okay?” he asks, looking pointedly at your mouth.

You reach up to touch your lips self-consciously. Did you have food leftover on your mouth somehow? “Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?”

“Your lip. You cut it open yesterday, remember?”

“Oh yeah, I forgot about that,” you say, before running your tongue across your lower lip. You feel the slight bump where the skin had split.

“Of course you did.” He laughs gently.

“Well that ruins that plan,” you huff.

“What plan?”

“I think it’s pretty obvious.”

“I want to hear you say it.” He smirks and you shove his chest lightly.

“Fine, my plan was to kiss you.”

“Mhmm,” he hums and leans back in close to you. His hand comes up and cups your cheek. “What if…” he says, planting a kiss on the corner of your mouth. Your lips twitch. “…I had…” He kisses your cheekbone before moving down, leaving three soft kisses along your jawline. “…a new plan,” he breathes against your skin, before kissing your neck very gently.

Your hands come up and tangle in his hair, and you pull it to keep yourself from moaning as he slowly assaults your neck with his mouth. He drags his tongue across a strip of skin before sucking it very gently. You shudder.

“Auston,” you say, barely able to catch your breath. “You have to…” you inhale sharply as he hits a particularly tender spot.

“I have to what?” he teases.

“You have to…let me kiss you.”

“Nuh-uh,” he tuts. “That’s not part of the plan.”

“Unfair.” You pout, but he doesn’t budge, kissing down all the way to your collarbone. As he pushes the thin straps of your top and bra off your shoulders, a shiver of excitement travels down your spine. His right hand comes around to undo the clasp, but you tweak his hair.

“Hey!” he exclaims, his hand coming up to pat at his brown hair. “That wasn’t nice.”

“Neither is you refusing to let me kiss you.”

He opens his mouth to respond, but you push him back away from you as you climb over the console to straddle his lap. You press your hips down and you hear him inhale quickly.

Smirking, you lean down and press your lips to his. He kisses you back, but softly, like he’s afraid he will hurt you. You lower your hands, scooping them under the hem of his shirt, and running your fingers along the muscles on his chest and stomach. He presses his lips against yours more firmly as you continue to tease him, your fingers trailing along his waistline. When you dip one finger inside the waistband of his boxers, brushing softly against his sensitive skin, he moans into your mouth and presses his chest up against yours. But he forgets how heavy he is, and you lose your balance, tipping backwards. Your back hits the steering wheel and the loudness of horn startles you both.

“Oh, shit - sorry!” Auston apologizes, grabbing your hips and pulling you back up to a seated position.

He looks so distressed you can’t help but laugh. His brown eyes are so full of concern it’s comical. You try to stop laughing, but you feel yourself falling into one of your hysterical fits. Auston takes one look at you and starts laughing as well.

You manage to gather your composure a few minutes later. “Sorry,” you say, out of breath. “You just looked so concerned, and the horn and…”

“It’s okay - that was actually really funny.”

“Yeah. Mitch still manages to cockblock you, even when he’s not here.”

“Fucking Mitch.” He laughs and shakes his head slightly. “Alright, it’s past midnight now,” he says, glancing down at his watch. “And as much as I would love to stay in this car with you all night; one, I don’t think Mitch would appreciate us using his car for purposes other than driving, and two, there’s morning skate tomorrow.”

“This is true.” You sigh and untangle yourself from him. You open the door and hop out, the night air refreshing against your hot skin. “The air is so nice.”

Auston climbs outside. When the breeze hits him, he makes a noise of agreement. “I guess it got pretty steamy in there.”

You blush and look at the car, which indeed has foggy windows. Auston follows your gaze. “We should probably wipe that down if I ever want to use Mitch’s car again.”

Several minutes later, the car no longer appears suspicious, all evidence that you and Auston were using it cleaned up and gone. You walk hand in hand back to your cabin.

He goes to say goodbye, bending down to kiss your cheek, but you turn your head and catch his lips instead. You tug at his hair and he groans, his hands coming up to squeeze your waist. His thumbs dig into your skin, and you feel your stomach tug with need. Things get heated pretty quickly, and before you know it, he’s backed you up against the side of the cabin, kissing down your neck. He’s rougher than he was in the car, nipping at your skin with his teeth, his hands roaming all over you. Every part of you he touches sends electricity humming throughout your body. When he drives his hips into yours, you can feel how hard he is.

“Holy fuck, Auston,” you whimper.

His hands shift down to squeeze your butt and he whispers in your ear, “You have no idea how much I want you right now.”

“I know,” you breathe, “but we can’t.”

He sighs and lets go of you. “You’re right. I don’t know how I got so carried away. You make me lose all semblance of control.”

You smile and press a kiss sweetly to the corner of his mouth. “That makes two of us. But I don’t want to rush anything, you know what I mean?”

He nods, understanding. “For sure. If you’re ever uncomfortable or feel like I’m moving too fast, please let me know. I don’t want to push you into doing anything you’re not comfortable with.”

“Same goes for you. I do want you in that way, trust me, but I think we should try to go a little bit slower as we figure everything out.”

“I agree.” He kisses your cheek gently. “So, I’ll see you tomorrow?”

“Yup. I have an appointment with Nancy, so I’ll be at the morning skate to watch for a bit.”

“Okay,” he says, taking a step back hesitantly. You can tell he doesn’t want to leave. “Goodnight, Y/N.”

“Goodnight, Auston,” you say, and he turns and walks away, down the path and into the darkness of the night.

You stand there long after he’s gone, touching your lips with your fingers, hardly believing everything that has just happened.

[Part 12]

Untitled #1


Warnings: Smut. Lots of it. Plus language.

Pairing:Bucky x Reader

A/N: While I’m finishing a Bucky x Reader in my requests, I figured I’d post this one shot by @madithecatfish

Your name: submit What is this?

They were already tangled in a compromising position. Her legs straddled his hips and his hands were already up her shirt undoing her bra. Her hands had a tight grip on his face, leading his lips to hers. She would grind her hips into his every once in a while, eliciting a groan from her boyfriend. They’d swallow each other’s breathy moans and gasps from small jolts of pleasure.

It wasn’t unlikely that they would end up in this position. Bucky and Y/N’s week had been filled with constant teasing. Watching Bucky work out at the gym for five days straight; Y/N trying on swimsuit after swimsuit to get ready for their summer vacation; Bucky staying the night over her apartment and only wearing sweatpants while she would wear his shirts; making him breakfast in the morning. The sexual build-up was intense, and so was tonight’s.

Tonight’s sexual tension was fervent. It was just supposed to be a movie night at her place. A nice movie, popcorn, cuddling, just the basics. But the movie ended up being much more sensual than they thought it would. The sexy scenes led to light caresses and kisses between the two. Buck trailed his fingers lightly along her thighs and make feather-like strokes along her tummy. Y/N would run her fingertips across his biceps and forearms. She had been ‘readjusting’ her legs in between his. It was only a matter of time before they gave into each other.

“Buck, when was the last time we had sex?” She ghosted her lips over his jaw. She was ready to have him all over her. In back of her while she was on all fours, or all sweaty on top of her as he thrusted in and out of her. The specifics didn’t matter, but her imagination was running wild.

Bucky was having the same ordeal. He could picture Y/N’s low, lascivious eyes staring back at him as she sucked him of. He could just hear her panting his name like a mantra as he pounded into her. His lips making marks all over her body. The difference between the two of them was that Bucky could keep his composure about it all; Y/N was just a horny mess.

He dismissed her question entirely as he proceeded to move them into the bedroom. He held Y/N by her thighs as he lifted the pair from the couch. She wrapped her legs around his waist tightly and began her assault on his neck. She kissed right above his adam’s apple, sucking a hickey onto him. He carried them to the bedroom.

He laid her down on the bed gently, slowly climbing on top of her. They shared a small look before locking their lips together. Bucky always thought that their lips were like puzzle pieces. They just fit so well together. Their tongues tousled with each other once they united. Y/N was more zealous and frenzied with her movements, running her hands through his hair and tugging the locks caught in between her fingers, while Bucky was softer with his. His one hand caressed her waist while the other supported himself above her.

They broke away from each other, but not before Y/N lightly bit at his bottom lip. She broke into an avid smile, “Obviously we have two different agendas here.”

Bucky circled his thumb around her hip, “You want it hot and heavy…”

“And you want it slow,” Y/N ran her hand through her hair. Truthfully, she couldn’t care less how they did it. She just wanted to be done, and done well. “So how about Rock Paper Scissors?”

Bucky rolled his eyes, but stood on his knees anyway and held out his hand. Y/N propped herself up with an arm and held out her hand in a fist.

“Alright, ready?” Bucky asked. She nodded in response.

Together, they both counted down to one. Of course Bucky got the upper hand, no pun intended. He managed to pull paper while his partner in crime threw out rock.

“Fuck me,” she scolded herself. She always won the game until now. And how ironic that she’d lose now of all times.

“Don’t worry about it, Babe. I’m going to anyway,” He said with a smirk.

Y/N brought herself back down to the bed, bringing Bucky with her by her hold on his neck. “Ha ha, so clever.” She brought their lips together in a heady kiss. She licked his bottom lip for entrance. When he granted it, they went the full nine yards. Their kisses were sweet and passionate. They both took to running their fingers through each other’s hair until they drifted elsewhere.

Y/N’s hands braced Bucky’s upper arms. She loved how big his biceps were. Those alone made her think impure thoughts. Well, those and his thighs. And the contrast between the metal and flesh still impressed her to this day. So much about him made her crazy. She never thought she’d end up with a guy like Bucky, but she was glad to have him.

Bucky loved every part of her body. Her chest and hips, legs and beautiful skin. Not to mention her ass. That was something he never got to see in the 40’s. He thought she was just gorgeous and always tried to touch her in some way. He stroked her sides and fondled her breasts under his shirt. His hands moved down to her hips, touching the exposed skin on top of her underwear. They ghosted over the lining, silently asking for permission. Y/N pulled her mouth away from his.

“Really Buck,” Y/N panted, completely out of breath, “you don’t even need to ask.” She lifted her hips and reached her arms down to wiggle them off. She got them to her knees when Bucky pulled them the rest of the way down, throwing them to the side of the bed. She pulled his shirt over her head and threw her bra off of her arms, throwing them in the same direction.

Bucky made a beeline down her body, going straight to where she needed him to be. Y/N was already wet from being on top of him in the living room, so this just did her no justice. She was probably glistening with arousal by now. She was comfortable with Bucky, though. They had done everything under God’s green earth together, so she definitely had nothing to hide from him or be embarrassed of.

He took hold of her calf and threw it over his shoulder. He knew she got more pleasure that way, and gave him a much better angle to work with. She was completely exposed to him, and could see how ready she was. Her lips were spread, giving him a good view of her enlarged and pulsing clit. He moved his head closer to it, ready to make her scream.

He kissed the inside of her thighs before going straight in. Y/N could feel his lips and eyelashes flutter against her skin. It all flushed when she felt him lick straight up her mound. The coldness of his tongue on her made her jump.

“Sweet Jesus, Buck,” Y/N huffed. She could feel him kiss her thigh again with another grin apparent. He takes his time getting back into it afterwards. First, blowing faintly onto her sex. Then quaint kisses everywhere she didn’t need him. He wanted to give her everything, and he would, but some teasing still had to be done. She bucked her hips up in annoyance. This always happened. He was so willing to give, but he still wanted her to beg. What an asshole.

“Please, Baby, can we not draw this out? I’m so ready for you,” she puffed out a not-so-phony plea. She was too proud to beg, or to ever actually admit that she was, anyway.

Bucky finally brought his lips to her clit. He pressed them to her spot softly before swirling his tongue around it. His mouth added to her desire to have him inside her, but this was just as great.

She gripped his wrists while he ate her out. Her legs shook as they wrapped themselves around his head. She made sure not to hug them too tight so she’d hurt him. Instead, she’d relish in the pleasure from his mouth. Something about tonight just made everything more intense and extraordinary.

His tongue licked right on her clit, flicking it back and forth. He’d alternate between licking and sucking the whole of her into his mouth. Jolts of pleasure shot right up to her core with each suckle. Y/N did like when Bucky got rough, but she loved when he took his time on her.

Her hips bucked up, trying to get even closer to him. She could feel a smirk come from his mouth before he continued his work on her sweet spot. Any other time, she’d hold back to keep him from getting any satisfaction, but a breathy moan escaped her lips.

“Oh, James…”

He glared from between her legs ups to her. He hoped to catch her eyes, but only saw her rising chest. He was doing his job, alright, and pretty damn good as far as he could tell. His hands rubbed at her thighs and moved up to her hips and stomach for a tight hold. After a while, he came up from between her legs and used his flesh hand to play with her clit, “Are you close?”

Y/N couldn’t speak. She was too enthralled in the satisfaction she was receiving at this point to actually make any noise. She just nodded and hummed, “Umhm.” His head returned to in between her legs, working to finish her off. He switched between kisses, swirling his tongue, and licking all of her. She wasn’t a huge fan of fingering, so he never even bothered. Y/N’s back arched every step of the way to her orgasm.

It hit her hard, shaking her entire body. It was almost violent. All of her limbs spasmed as she went into an entire state of bliss. Her fingers found their way to the back of his head, gripping the locks she could actually grab onto. Her cries of his name could probably be heard outside, maybe even down a few blocks, but she didn’t care. He continued to lap at her as she came, trying to savor all of her. Her needs were definitely met, and some of Bucky’s.

Once she came back to Earth, she took a minute to recollect herself. She wrung out her hands and counted back from ten. She was interrupted at six.

“Are you okay?” Bucky had moved from below her to beside her on the empty side of the bed, removing the sweaty hair from her head. Y/N turned her head to face him, only to give him a kiss on the lips. Or at least try. It landed on the corner of his mouth, but he still appreciated her sentiment.

“I’m recovering,” she panted. Bucky chuckled at his lover as she could only pull breathy giggles.

“I thought you might’ve blacked out.”

Y/N rolled onto her complete side and propped her head up on her fist, “Don’t give yourself that much adulation, although you were particularly amazing this time around.” Her other arm reached up to play with an unruly strand of his own that stuck out to her.

“You know, you did this. My sex hair.”

“Oh hush, it doesn’t even look that bad.” Just then, Y/N felt another flare spark inside of her, “But I can make it real sex hair if you want.”

She sat up from her previous position on the bed, and faces her boyfriend. She sat on her calves with her hands on her knees, expectantly.

“Take off the pants, Sergeant.”

A smile came across his face as he slipped off his pants. He wasn’t wearing boxers underneath, of course. And that led to Y/N’s ‘ah-ha’ moment.** **

“I knew you were free-balling. I saw your dick-print while we were watching the movie. And your boner as clear as day,” Y/N said while moving on top of him. She placed her legs on either side of him while his back was against the headboard, just like in the living room.

“Which led us here, so you’re welcome, Champ,” Bucky says while lightly slapping her thigh. Y/N slapped him on his metal shoulder in response. They both knew that she just hurt the living daylights out of her hand, but neither of them could really focus on anything other than sex. Bucky was absolutely ready to have her on top of him, and Y/N’s blinding libedo had started right back up again.

His cock was at full attention, and certainly caught Y/N’s. She reached down between them and grasped him lightly. She began to move her hand up and down to warm him up. As some pre-cum started to drip from the slit of his penis, she took her thumb and swirled it around the head. Bucky watched through it all, suppressing the urge to groan. Y/N knew exactly how he ticked. What he liked.

“Are you ready?” Bucky’s eyes looked up to meet Y/N’s, this time successfully. He was right about the lascivious look in her eyes, but there was also the same look he saw in her day to day. He saw the readiness to please him.  He saw that beneath the lusty exterior. She always wanted to in some way or another. He nodded his head at her, moving his hand to stroke her waist. He’d be gripping it later, for sure.

Y/N finished swirling her thumb around the tip and hovered her body on top of his. She led his erection to her core, finally ready to get down to business. Some excitement stirred in the both of them as she began to sink down onto him.

When she pushed all of the way down, he filled her completely. They both groaned at the sensation; Bucky feeling her walls around him and Y/N feeling all of him in her at once. She felt very stretched out and somewhat uncomfortable. She should have paced herself. She thought about that somewhere in the back of her mind, but she was more dedicated to finishing Bucky off than anything. She knew the feeling would pass, and Bucky deserved it.

She grabbed his face by the jaw and tilted his head towards her. She looked into his eyes as she started grinding her hips down onto his. Bucky let out a whimper as she ground her hips particularly rough against his own. Both of his hands reached for her waist, hoping to assist her if she ever needed it. She never really did.

She kept moving at the pace he had set in the beginning. She rocked against him nice and slow. They stared into each other’s eyes the whole time until Y/N placed her hand on the back of his neck and pulled him in for a kiss. Bucky bent his legs up, touching Y/N’s backside. He thrusted his hips up in syncopation with her own. Y/N couldn’t help but whimper against his lips at the feeling of him moving inside of her.

They both felt amazing. Bucky watched Y/N move on top of him in awe. Her skin glistened with a small sheen of sweat as her body twisted in intricate ways above him. She still managed to make eye-contact with him, grinning in the process. Everything about her was screaming sex. Her sexy and wanton façade would break whenever she’d release a moan, looking blissful and delicate.

Whenever Y/N would moan, Bucky would let out a groan of his own. Sometimes they’d be of her name. Her moans always set off a fire inside him, and this time made him thrust up higher and harder into her. She became a lot more vocal and increased their pace. Not by so much, but much faster than when they started. They also got more handsy. Bucky’s grip went from her waist, to her hips, to her thighs, to her back, and somewhere along the line to her neck. Y/N was grasping at Bucky for dear life. Wherever she could reach, she’d grab.

“Buck, I-I’m close.”

Y/N tensed as she felt her climax approaching. The pleasure was becoming way too much for her to take. Bucky was close, too. He nodded in response and pulled her closer, ready for the grand finale. He brought his head to her collarbones, kissing each of them. He hurried his thrusts, ready to finish the both of them off.

Y/N had finally reached her peak, sending her into another climax. This time, it was even more intense. Her the whole of her body trembled vigorously on top of his. She clutched him close to her to keep her grounded. She was sure some tears dropped from her eyes. She couldn’t help but let out a loud, sensuous mantra of his name. And not just Bucky, but James.

Once he heard James, it was all over for him. His breath hitched in the back of his throat. His fingertips dig into her sides as he held her down her hips. They definitely left dark marks afterwards. He emptied himself out into her as he felt her contract around him. He pressed his lips to her neck, and whispered her name and multiple obscenities.

They took their time coming out of their post-sex hazes. Y/N rolled off of Bucky onto the other side of the bed. She felt ethereal, practically floating on air. Bucky was totally fulfilled and tuckered out. His head leant back to hit the headboard. He genuinely didn’t feel the strength to move. She turned to face him again.

“So, how was I?” Y/N gathered her hair up, still feeling on top of the world. Her eyes scanned Bucky’s being. His skin was veiled in sweat and his breathing was heavy. His chest heaved up and down sizably. If he actually had the body to match his age, Y/N would’ve been really worried.

His head shifted to the side to see her. His eyes were now low and weary. He could only grin and give her a slight thumbs up. He let out a huff of air as he turned his head back. Y/N let out a giggle.

“You need help moving, Oldie?”

Unmoving, he muttered a simple “Nope.”

Y/N snuggled herself into Bucky’s side, pulling their throw blanket on top of their naked bodies.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you’re about to pass out.” They both shared a look, Bucky’s of faux-annoyance and Y/N’s of amusement. Either way, they both shared happy thoughts as they finished off the night together drifting off to sleep.