The quinjet was oddly silent, a sign that the mission didn’t
go very well. Your teammates were fast asleep in the back of the jet. You were
knackered, too, but you kept replaying the failed mission over and over in your
With a heavy sign, you crossed the jet and slumped down in
the seat next to Steve. He threw you a side glance, but his hands were still on
the control panel, his attention focused on the dials. You glanced at the sky
and its pale pink clouds. Steve saw the forlorn look in your eyes.
“It wasn’t your fault.”
“No?” You scoffed. “You gave me an order and I failed. Don’t
go easy on me, I’m not a child.”
It wasn’t supposed to happen like this, the two of you rolling around on the training floor and making a mess of each other, but it happened.
It was late at night and you couldn’t sleep, so you did what you always did and you went to the training room. You quickly changed out of your pajamas and put on your work out gear; tight fitting pants, a sports bra, and tight jacket. You weren’t to confident when it came to your body. Your were in perfect shape, you had to be if you were going to work with S.H.I.E.L.D. and the Avengers, but it was your scars that you wanted to cover up and hide.
Walking down to the training room you began wrapping your knuckles, just to get a hard start. When you walked in, you were surprised to see another person in their- James Buchanan Barnes also known as Bucky Barnes or The Winter Soldier. The sight of Bucky shirtless and sweating made your stomach tighten and a familiar warmness pool in your lower area. Trying to shake off the feeling you walk over to the punching bag, finishing wrapping up your knuckles and setting up your stance. From the corner of your eye you could see and feel Bucky’s eyes watching your every move.
Taking a deep breathe or began punching, letting your bottled up anger take over and flush out. Bucky stopped what he was doing and watched you punch and kick the sand filled bag. After a few minutes you felt a pair of hands on your waist, stopping your movements. Your heart beat sped up, thumping so hard you thought that for sure it would break your rib cage.
Bucky’s hot breath fanned over your neck, goosebumps riddling the exposed skin. “You need to keep your hips square and feet planted, you were losing your balance when you came down from a kick.” His voice was barley above a whisper, but just as clear as water. You nodded slightly, your mouth growing dry as Bucky’s hands held your hips with a firm grip. There was only one thought in your head, and you all wanted was for Bucky to be holding your hips down to the floor and slamming his hips into yours-
“Y/N? You still there?” Bucky chuckled. You nodded.
“Yeah, sorry, sorry.” You shook your head, taking your defensive stands once more. Bucky nodded at you and you began punching and kicking again. Now you weren’t losing your balance, you were landing every time your legs came down from a kick. The pooling in your stomach grew when Bucky’s grip on your hips tightened, making your breathe quicken even though you weren’t even tired. You stopped, turning around slowly to face Bucky. He looked down at you confused.
“I want you. Right here. Right now.” You said, voice choppy since your mouth was so dry. Bucky’s eyes widened as he processed your words. Before he could say anything back you stood on your toes and pressed your lips to his. Not forcefully, but passionately. It didn’t take long for him to close his eyes and kiss back, which surprised you in all honesty. Bucky’s hands gripped your waist tightly, slowly moved down and gripping your ass in his big palms. You gasped into his mouth, giving him the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth. The two of you battled for dominance, Bucky ultimately winning. You let his tongue roam your mouth, searching and memorizing every inch. You pulled away to catch your breathe, breathing heavily.
You moved down to your knees, eyes level with the growing tent in his shorts. He groaned as you palmed in gently, his eyes fluttering closed. You pulled down his shorts and boxers in one swift movement, his erection standing at attention. Blinking, you move your hand up and down in slow movements to get him fully hard. Once he was you place his tip in your mouth, earning a growl from the man above you. His hands quickly found their place in your hair, pushing your head down further until his tip reached the back of your throat. You held back a gag, your eyes watering slightly. You moved your head along Bucky’s shaft, hollowing out your cheeks swirling your tongue around him. Low moans and whimpers of your name fell from his mouth, egging you on until he twitched in your mouth.
“Princess, fuck, I’m gonna cum. Fuck… I’m cumming.” He groaned as he spewed his load into your mouth. You let the salty substance fall down your throat, until it was completely gone. He pulled back from your mouth, chest heaving with each breathe he took. He pulled you up to your feet, hands smacking your ass as he began to rid you of your clothes.
You stopped him when he went to remove your jacket, arms wrapping around your stomach protectively. Bucky furrowed his eyebrows, wondering what you were doing.
“Y/N? What’s wrong?” He asks, hands rubbing your arms softly. You looked down, head hanging low.
“I don’t want you to see my scars.” You mumbled. Bucky moved your arms from around your stomach and slowly took off your jacket. His finger tips traced the slash mark scars across your stomach, some going to the middle of your back.
“If I could, I would kiss away all of your scars.” Bucky said softly. You looked up at him, the second your eyes met his lips were back on yours. Your pants and sports bra were thrown next to your jacket, and you were hoisted up into the air with your arms and legs wrapped around his toned body. “Are you ready, baby?” You nod, arms tightening around his neck as he slid into your slowly. You gasped, mouth gaping open as Bucky pushed all the way in till the hilt. You bit your lip, nodding at Bucky to begin moving. He did what you wanted, thrusting in and out of your wet pussy. Your moans went from small whimpers to loud cries as he hit every right spot inside you.
“Feels so good, such a pretty little pussy wrapped around my cock. Feels good doesn’t it, doll? My cock spreading you apart and ripping apart your insides?” Bucky growled. You nodded, whimpering at his words. “Use your mouth, beautiful, I know you can.”
Breathing heavily, your voice came out as a weak cry. “Yes! Your cock feels so good inside me, Bucky. God, I love it, I love it so much.” Bucky’s lips twisted upwards into a smirk, his hips thrusting harder and faster. The familiar coil in your stomach tightened even more as you neared your high. Your head fell back, ass cheeks slapping against Bucky’s thighs with each hard thrust. You could tell he was getting close as well with how his movements started to falter. With a loud scream of his name you came undone around Bucky’s shaft, his own orgasm being set off by yours. He gripped you tighter as he came inside you.
The two of you breathed heavily as he pulled out of you, the mix of your liquids dripping down your inner thighs. Letting out a relieved sigh you and Bucky dressed your selves. As you slid on your jacket, Bucky grabbed your hand, squeezing your hand gently and leading you back to his room.
Makoto hadn’t thought much about the pull-up bar when Sousuke installed it at their bedroom door frame. With his shoulder injury pretty much healed, Sousuke had happily returned to exercise, though with much more care than in his youth. Workout clothes, weights, and yoga mats were now thrown about their apartment; Makoto, of course, didn’t mind, as he suspected he’d be a few pounds heavier and much more winded climbing stairs if his boyfriend didn’t double as a personal nutritionist and trainer. So what reason did Makoto have to question the sudden appearance of the pull-up bar a few days back?
But after Makoto lost count of the amount of times his eye wandered to the softly grunting man dressed in distractingly tight workout gear, completing pull-ups like it no big deal, Makoto began to wonder. The pull-up bar was situated nicely within view of Makoto’s desk, and he had been extremely busy with school lately…
“Sousuke,” Makoto finally said, stopping his typing and turning fully towards the doorway. “Are you trying to turn me on?”
Sousuke dropped down from the bar, keeping his arms up and through the metal holdings and, for his part, managing a somewhat innocent smile. “That depends on if it’s working, Tachibana.”
Makoto sighed. He really did need to get this essay done, and Sousuke wasn’t helping…then again, he was reaching a good stopping point soon, and he had started this essay early…plus, he couldn’t recall how long it’d been since his last break…
Turning back to his laptop, Makoto began typing once more, saying without looking, “Give me ten minutes and I’ll have my way with you. Deal?”
Makoto couldn’t hold back his grin when he heard Sousuke practically scamper to the bathroom to wash up.
prompt: your nerves get the best of you around your teenage celebrity crush until he can’t take the wait anymore.
the gorilla backstage was surprisingly quiet for once. most people were off doing their own thing and only a few stage hands were stood by, clipboard in hands minding their own business. you on the other hand had your eye’s glued to the screen on the wall in front of you, your mouth gaping slightly as you watched the tag teams compete.
it had been three weeks since the hardy boyz had made their epic come back and the WWE universe still hadn’t come down from the rush - you being among them. not only were they causing mayhem on social media, the hashtag ’hardyboyzreturn’ had been trending since Wrestlemania but they were making a major come back in the ring too, already having won the tagteam titles and won each match they had been entered into.