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Tender Touches. Eddie Munson x Reader

Tender Touches

I DO NOT ALLOW MY WRITING TO BE REPUBLISHED ANYWHERE OTHER THAN MY OWN BLOG WITHOUT MY CONSENT

Summary: A typical Tuesday that leads to you and Eddie finally confessing your feelings for each other, and finally, losing that virgin status.

18 + IF YOU ARE NOT 18 OR OLDER DO NOT READ OR INTERACT WITH MY WRITING. IT IS NOT INTENDED FOR MINORS. I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR THE MEDIA YOU CONSUME.

Warnings: fem!reader, reader has a vagina, virgin reader, virgin Eddie, hes such a teasing little shit, protected sex, first times, 'fem' pet names (IF THERES ANYTHING I MISSED LET ME KNOW)

AN: I CAN WRITE? WHO KNEW!!! NOT REALLY PROOF READ (And shout out to my bby boy @rowanswriting for giving this a read through for me to make sure it wasn't absolute garbage! love u <3)

Wordcount: 4.6k

It's a normal Tuesday afternoon. You're at eddies, kneeled in front of his tv that he's moved into his room so the two of you can lay in his bed and watch movies instead of squishing together on the couch. Not that you didn't mind squishing up with him, it was actually one of your favourite activities when the two of you weren't constantly teasing each other to cover up the fact that you both were head over heels for one another.

You can hear Eddie bumbling around in the kitchen, muttering to himself while you sift through the pile of tapes. Some newly rented, some classics he already owned, so it was just a matter of deciding on watching something new or rewatching something just cause. You decided on The Lost Boys. You had only seen it once before when Eddie rented it for halloween one year, but never made it through the whole thing because you had fallen asleep. You had come down with a cold only two days before and were upset you couldn't do your halloween traditions, but naturally that didn't stop Eddie from showing up at your door step, with snacks, and drinks to make you feel better along with the movie and cuddles from him that could never compare to anyone else's.

You were so lost in thought that the entire time you've been sat going through the movies you didn't realize Eddie had been watching you. Stood in the doorway with a stupid smile on his face while he watched you quietly talk to yourself about each movie.

He tries to hide his laugh by covering it with a cough, pretending to clear his throat and slightly startling you in the process. "Pick one yet?"

You squeaked slightly at his voice. "Shit Ed's you scared me"

He laughed, laying down on his bed, setting the bowl of popcorn down in the middle, and putting your drinks on the table next to him. "It's not my fault you're so jumpy all the time"

"I swear I only get this bad around you" you say with a fake sigh, sliding the movie out of its cardboard case and into the VHS machine.

"That sounds like a you problem dude" he says flicking a piece of popcorn at you. It hits you in the forehead and lands in your lap.

"Rude" you mumble, picking up the piece of popcorn and eating it before standing up with a stretch. Arms over your head with your fingers interlocked; your cropped band t-shirt rising up, to where it's about a centimetre away from fully exposing your boobs but the stretch feels too good for you to notice. Eddie notices though, and he almost fully chokes and gags on his own spit at the sight of the soft skin of your underboob.

You crawl your way onto Eddies bed and sit next to him, pulling the popcorn bowl closer to you, and taking a tiny handful. Eddies body is ridged next to you, but you don't seem to notice.

You make it about ten minutes into the movie before your fourth sigh of the night makes Eddie take the bowl of popcorn from you and turns to face you. "Alright, what's your issue?" he asks.

"What? What are you talking about?" you sit up, pushing yourself up with your hands and crossing your legs under you.

"You've been sighing every five seconds like you have the weight of the world on your shoulders, so what is it" he pokes your shoulder a little too hard and you wince but smile nonetheless.

"If I ask you something stupid do you promise not to laugh?" you gnaw at your bottom lip, looking up at him with soft eyes.

"Have I ever?" he says quickly, a smug smile on his face.

"Often actually" you tease.

"No but seriously, you can tell me anything" he says reaching over to give your thigh a gentle pat and squeeze.

"Okay, um, do you think I'm hot?" you can feel the heat of embarrassment rise from your stomach up your neck to your cheeks.

Eddie stares at you. You almost think he might actually be frozen, and you're about to ask him if he's okay when he exhales loudly.

"I'm not sure what you're asking me here" he says with a small laugh. "Are you asking if I'm attracted to you orrrrr?" he raises a brow.

"Well, no" you furrow your brows. "Not exactly, but if you are attracted to me, that might help?" You groan, dropping your head into your hands. "ugh, okay" you said loudly and taking a deep breath. Pretending that it will help you feel more confident with your words.

"When you look at me, or when we first met did, did you think 'wow she's hot' or do I just not look like that?" the words tumble out of your mouth, almost too quickly that Eddie slightly struggles to understand you at first.

Eddie looks at you in disbelief before letting out a small laugh, shaking his head.

"S'not funny!" you say slapping him on the arm, which only spurs him on.

"No, no it's not" he said in between breaths. "It's just an absolutely ridiculous question, of course you're hot" he said matter of fact. "Have you ever even looked at yourself?" He puts the bowl of popcorn down on the floor next to him, turning to fully face you now making you feel nervous with all his attention on you.

"I look at myself everyday Ed's" you say looking down, playing with the hem of one of your socks.

"Okay don't get an attitude with me, you know what I mean" he said while crossing one arm over his chest to scratch at the opposite bicep, you bite your lip at the sight.

You roll your eyes and huff. "M'not getting an attitude Ed's I ju-" (you were absolutely getting an attitude) But he grabs your face with one hand before you can finish the sentence, squishing your cheeks together until your lips are in a pout. You had thought that your face couldn't heat up any more with embarrassment than it already had, but then his hands touched your face and your entire body engulfed in heat.

"Answer the question" he said slowly, each word enunciated and his tone oddly stern. Watching you for a moment, before releasing your face from his hand, leaning back against the wall.

Your heart was thumping in your chest. "I j-just don't see what other people see obviously, a-and maybe I'm missing something you know? And that's why people don't like me" you rush.

He scoffs, shaking his head, leaning back until he was looking up at the ceiling. Throat on display, thick and inviting, begging to be bitten. You swallowed hard when he looked back at you, some sort of mischief in his eyes.

"Ed's you're being weird" you say shifting slightly, trying to ignore the roaring heat you could feel between your legs.

He hums. "Do you not see the way I look at you?" he leans forward, resting his elbows on the top of his thighs while he looks at you intently.

"I can see the way you're looking at me right now" you say softly, heart thumping so loudly in your ears you wondered if it was loud enough for Eddie to hear.

"And how am I looking at you right now?" he asks, tilting his head to the side.

You swallow thickly, only raising your eyes to his briefly while you said. "You're looking at me like you want to-" you lick your lips. "-Like you want to fuck me"

His smile spreads slowly, it's a wicked grin that makes you nervous but intrigues you more.

"There's my smart girl" he coos.

Your mouth falls agape, unsure at how to respond to him "Huh?"

He's quick, grabbing at your legs until he's pulled you down enough so you're laying on your back, hair sprawled around you messily while your breath catches in your throat. He's hovering over you with both his hands on either side of your head looking at you like he's on death row and you're his last meal.

"I want to do a lot more than fuck you, but I'd like to start with a kiss if that's okay?"

You're in shock, you almost consider pinching yourself to make sure this isn't a dream "You want to kiss me?" you ask. "Did I fall and hit my head or something?" you lean up on your elbows and Eddie moves back slightly to accommodate you but still stays close.

"For someone who's as smart as you are, you can be really dumb sometimes" Eddie laughs. "Of course I want to kiss you, you idiot" he says all too casually.

Something blooms inside you. You don't know if its confidence, or arousal, but with a laugh you wrap your arms around his neck and press your lips into his. He lets out a small groan and it fuels the heat between your legs more spreading throughout your entire body until it reaches the centre of your chest. His lips are soft and pillowy just like you had imagined. He taste like cigarettes, popcorn, and the sugar from the candies you had shared.

You push yourself forward more until Eddie leans back almost completely. "Sit" you mumble against his mouth and he listens, not letting your lips be untouched for more than a second while he moves to sit on the edge of his bed. You quickly straddle him, hands coming up to either sides of his face to deepen the kiss, and his squeeze at the sides of your hips, earning a small moan that you tried to keep quiet. You don't realize you're not putting your full weight on him until you feel him guide your hips closer, the brush of his hardened cock against your centre makes you squeak in surprise.

The two of you move together like you knew what you were doing, it was instinct considering you never made it this far with most of the people you've been with. Sure you've fooled around with others, and you've done most of the sexual acts your mind could comprehend but neither of you had been able to discard that 'virgin' title. But it's never felt like this, it never felt electric, and the shocking realization that you could make Eddie feel this good makes you even more turned on.

Eddie pulls back slightly when he realizes you've started to grind against him. "W-We don't have to do anything if you don't want to" he says breathlessly.

"I know" you whisper "But this feels really good" you admit, never once stopping the motion of your hips.

"You're gunna make me cum in my pants if you keep doing that" he says glancing down to watch the roll of your hips.

"Is that a challenge?" you tease, pressing down on him a little harder which makes him close his eyes tight and groan.

"You don't wanna start that game sweetheart" his hands are tight where they've moved to your thighs, squeezing harshly.

"Why not?" you say looking at him, eyes blown out and glassy, you feel drunk off of want-Need.

"Cause you won't win" Eddie says with a smirk. One arm wrapping around your waist as he pushes himself up into you hard, a forced moan slipping from your mouth loudly while he flips the two of you, until you're on your back under him once again.

"How do you know how to do all that?" You ask through a small gasp.

"I'm a virgin sweetheart, not inexperienced" he smirks and you open your eyes just quickly enough to catch the end of it.

"Can I keep getting those pretty sounds outta you?" his cheeks are flushed, and you think he's never looked prettier.

You nod quickly, pulling at the fabric of his t-shirt, trying to get him closer "More" you plead. "Please?"

"Yeah? You want more?" He asks while looping his fingers into the waistband of your pants, inching them down so, so, slowly until your lower half is bare before him. You whine impatiently and he smiles. "You can have anything you want baby I'll give it to you"

You cover your face with your hands, heat rising to your cheeks at the way he called you baby while undressing you. He moves your hands away, a cocky smile on his face. "What's got you all shy now hmm?"

"You can't just call me baby like that" you breathe, watching him in a daze as he trailed kisses down between the valley of your breasts, barely covered by the crop top you wore.

"Why not?" he mumbles against your skin, nipping and licking at any spot he can get access. You keen into his touch, your waist instinctively following the warmth of his mouth.

You hum, forcing the words to come to you, but he's making you feel so good. "Gives me butterflies" you murmur. "B-but, like lower?" brows furrowed.

Eddies head shoots up to look at you when he hears that. Your eyes are closed and your head is tilted back so you can't see him look at you. "Lower?" he asks trailing a finger from your sternum down to your waist.

"Yeah" you nod and sigh.

Eddie coos "You tellin' me I give your pussy butterflies?" His hand continues down you until his palm pushes against your clit. You know he's smirking, you know he's looking up at you, but you can't open your eyes to look.

You hate the way pussy rolls of his tongue, but you hate the way it makes your stomach flip more, and the pathetic noise of a whimper that leaves you when he says it.

"Can we, c-could y-you" your trying to get the words out but your arousal fogs your mind, the only thing there is Eddie.

"What is it baby, what do you need?" his thumb swipes at your clit and you mewl.

You finally open your eyes, tilting your head to your shoulder to look at him. His eyes are down where his thumb is connected to you, watching in awe the way your cunt literally shines for him. His eyes flick back up quickly and he smiles when he sees you looking back at him.

"Can we have sex?" you say quickly and so very quiet Eddie almost doesn't catch it.

"Do you want to?" He asks seriously.

You nod. "I feel like I'm on fire, I want to feel you, I need it" you say it so surely that Eddie has to bite his tongue from declaring his love for you right then and there, so instead he just nods leaning back onto his knees, too far away from you for your liking and you pout.

"Show me how you touch yourself first" he says while reaching behind him to pull his shirt over his head.

"What!?" you prop yourself up onto your elbows, mouth agape in shock knees knocking together.

"Show me" he says with a nod, eyes flicking down to your slick pussy that he can still see despite your attempt to hide it, and then back up to you. "How you touch yourself" his words are slow, just like his hands as they undo his belt, pulling it out of its loops and chucking it onto the floor.

You hesitate still, watching him while he pops the button of his jeans and pulls at them so the zipper slides down. "Listen, I'm sure I can figure it out myself, but I'd have a better chance at making you cum if you show me" he smirks.

That smug bastard. It takes everything in you to keep your voice steady but when you speak, you don't break eye contact and say "I'd rather you put your mouth on me instead"

He falters only slightly. It's the way his smile drops just barely at the corner of his mouth and the way his cheeks flush that you're able to catch it. He laughs in disbelief, tugging his jeans down just a little to relieve some pressure, exposing the soft happy trail just below his belly button.

You bite your lip and hum at the sight, dreaming about the way it would feel if you dragged your tongue over it. "I don't know if I can wait that long though" you admit, sighing when you look back up at him.

"Wait that long for what?" he says slowly crawling his way back on top of you, knee slotting perfectly between your legs. You flinch when the fabric of his jeans makes contact with your clit.

"Tell me what you're waiting for hmm?" he asked, that stupid smirk you already know is plastered on his face.

You're getting needy, and Eddie is memorizing every sound and movement you make because of it. Determined to get you like this as often as you'll let him. "Please" you whine, and you curse yourself for the tears you feel prick at the corner of your lashes.

"Please what" he crowds your space, enveloping you in all of him.

"Please sir? Please Daddy? Please Master? Please Eddie?" you rush frustrated. "I n-need you Eds please"

"Fuck" he breathes, head falling until his forehead is resting against your shoulder. "You sure?" he asks again, looking back at you for reassurance.

"Yeah" you lick your lips, mouth dry with excitement. "I'm sure"

"It- Um, okay, I might not last very long" he says bashfully, leaning back from you to lean over to his bedside table, picking out a shiny packet and tossing it onto the bed next to you.

"I don't care" you shake your head smiling, you're so blissed out, you can't imagine how you'll feel when he gets to fuck you properly but that's for another day.

He huffs a laugh, pulling back from you to take his jeans and boxers off. You admire him, finally getting a glance at what you've been dreaming of. His dick is perfect needless to say, but you can't help the nerves that bloom in your stomach about what the two of you are about to do.

Eddie catches the change in your eyes and is quick to reassure you, with a hand on your knee, resting his chin on it and giving it a squeeze. "Hey, it'll be okay, we'll go slow okay? If it sucks, just tell me, I'll wait forever for this, as long as its with you"

Your eyes water at his sincerity and he panics slightly when he sees your bottom lip wobble. "Baby, hey, come here" he lays next to you and pulls you into him, and you gladly hide your face into the crook of his shoulder, sniffing slightly.

"You're so sweet to me" you say quietly.

"Well it's cause I love you" he says, and you both still for a moment, because that's the first time those words have been fully and truthfully spoken with romantic intent.

"You love me?" you ask, leaning back to look up at him. Even though he just said it, and you know it's the truth, it's what you've been waiting to hear for the last three years.

He nods and smiles, his cheeks pink as he says "I do"

You giggle. "I love you to"

"Gross" he says before leaning down to kiss you quick. "Wanna try?"

"Yeah" you take a breath. "Yeah, I'm ready, m'just nervous that it's going to hurt" you admit.

"It might, but tell me if it's too much okay? If I had known this was going to be happening today I would have restocked my lube"

You snort at his unfiltered self, never afraid to say what he's thinking.

It's shaky hands and fumbling movements, shoving your faded sea creature themed comforter you always brought with you for sleep overs, down as far as it could go. It's the first time the two of you have seen each other like this, the tension building over the last three years as the two of you pretended you weren't head over heels for each other it felt like you could explode.

"Can I take this off?" he asks, hands slipping under the sides of your shirt.

You nod, lifting yourself up to fling it over your head and onto his floor, and he drinks in the sight of your bare chest. He stares for a moment, just taking you in, like he's dreamed about.

"You're acting like you've never seen a pair of tits before" you tease.

"I've seen plenty of tits" he scoffs. "but I haven't seen such perfect tits before" and he dives in, kissing every inch of them, mouthing at the skin, and licking each of your nipples until you're keening into his touch. He only stops when you whimper because he knows you're growing needier by the second.

"I know m'sorry" he says breathlessly against your sternum. Sitting back up onto his knees he reaches for the condom next to you, tearing the wrapper by the corner and pulling out the slippery latex circle. You watch as he slips it on so quickly, like he's done this a million times, and just before you can ask "I've practiced" he says with a smirk, coming back to rest between the safety of your thighs, hugging his hips perfectly.

"Ready?" he asks.

"Yeah" you nod with a smile.

"Okay" he breathes. "Fuck, yeah, okay, okay" he takes his cock into his hand, pushing it through your slick folds and the two of you moan in unison. Gathering your arousal l until he dips just below to your entrance, looking back up at you for approval.

You nod again. "That's the right spot" you encourage and he laughs.

"Tell me if you need me to stop okay?"

"I will baby I promise"

he leans over you quickly to kiss you, because how could he not when you just called him baby like that? Slowly he pushes the head of his cock against you. Just the slight pressure of his cock feels good but it doesn't erase the nerves bubbling through you as Eddie pushes in more.

"Sh-it" you say through gritted teeth.

"D'you want me to stop?"

"No no, sorry, just, weird feeling, never had anything so um" you giggle and Eddies eyes panicky search yours, because why are you laughing when his dick is about to enter you.

"Please don't tell me my dick is small, not now, I couldn't handle it"

You laugh again but louder, switching to a moan when Eddies own laughter causes him to push in a little more. Your hands coming up to hold his biceps.

"I've never had anything so big in me"

"Don't flatter me" he teases.

"Oh fuck off" you slap his arm before returning your hand back to it.

He slips in inch by inch, and it doesn't not hurt, but it doesn't feel entirely great either. It's a mixture of pain and pleasure, with the oddest comforting feeling of him so deep inside you.

"Fucking christ" Eddie breathes when he bottoms out, arms shaking from where they hold himself up above you. "If I move I'm cumming in like thirty seconds, tops"

You laugh and he groans at the feeling of your cunt squeezing around him.

"Fuck, don't, you can't laugh" he says, but you can't help it especially when he says it through a laugh himself.

"Stop making me laugh then!" you quip.

And so he does, slipping one hand between your two bodies until he finds your slippery clit, rubbing circles that has you embarrassingly and shockingly close to cumming. Your back arches with a gasp, another pornographic moan leaving you as Eddie continues his movements. Eventually slowly pulling himself out an inch before going back in. You don't even realize he's doing it until one thrust and clench of your cunt happen at the same time and you almost choke on your spit at how good it feels.

"Holy shit" you breathe.

"I know" Eddie says through a laugh of disbelief.

A thick heat engulfs your body, sweat forming between your two bodies, and you feel everything in you begin to tremble.

"You okay?" he says from the crook of your neck.

"Uh-huh" you nod with a hiccup.

Eddie pulls himself from your neck to look at you, concerned with the sad noise that you made. He slows down and you open your eyes, blinking rapidly to clear the tears that blur your vision. They slide down the sides of your temples, and fade into your hairline. Eddies hand comes up to wipe away at the tears, pushing your hair out of your face.

"Baby, baby, what's going on?"

"M'okay" you say though a small sob. "Just feels really good" you admit.

"Yeah?" He says picking his speed back up.

"You're gunna make me cum I think" You say craning your neck to look at where the two of you are connected, his trimmed pubes, wet against yours with your arousal. You slide your hand down to rub at your clit, and the sensation is almost so intense you want to stop, but you're so close.

"Keep doing that baby, come on" he grunts, gritting his teeth as he fucks into you harder once he realizes you can take it. And boy can you take it.

"Yes, oh- ohmygod!" you whine, head falling back against his pillows. "Please please please please-" You chant. You're not sure if you're asking Eddie for permission or yourself, but him approving it doesn't sound too bad.

"Come on, you're so close I can feel it" he watches as your legs tremble, slowly moving up, up, up, until your knees are under your chin, toes pointed against his thighs like you're trying to push yourself away from him while your hands cling to his biceps to bring you closer. When you start bouncing yourself back on eddies cock in time with his thrusts he knows he's going to lose it.

"Cum on this cock pretty girl, come on" his voice shakes, and he's losing his rhythm.

"I'm- oh I'm- fuck Eddie!" The hand that still holds him grips tightly, nails digging into his skin, and he can feel it start to burn but he doesn't care.

"Fuck yeah baby, look at you, you're so hot, fucking christ, god, you're amazing, m'gunna cum, shit" he babbles before he cums, spilling more words and expletives as he spills himself inside the condom, inside of you, his words warm against your chest.

Its quiet apart from the two of you catching your breath, relaxing your muscles, and the only time either of you make a noise is when Eddie lifts his head from you, bangs stuck to his forehead in every direction and you can't help but laugh.

"What?" He says smiling back at you, absolutely in love.

"You look a mess" you say snorting, pushing his hair away from his face.

"You look sexy" he says leaning up from you, slowly pulling himself out of you and removing the condom, tying it in a knot and chucking it into his garbage can next to his bed. You make a small whimper of disapproval when he leans back again, thinking he's going to get up.

"Not going anywhere pretty" he says reaching for the blanket that had been pushed off his bed, bringing it back up, and cuddling it up around you before sliding himself under it next to you.

You scooch over until you can lay your head on his chest, leg hitching up over his waist and you can feel your arousal leak out of you and probably onto him but you're too blissed out to care.

"I love you" you murmur softly into his skin, placing delicate kisses.

"Hmm?" he lolls his head to the side, eyes sleepy and fond, thumb rubbing gently across your cheek.

"I love you" you say looking up at him, cheek smushed against his chest.

"I love you right back" he says without a beat.

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Look At Me

Bucky Barnes x Female Reader One-Shot: SMUT

Request by @daddy-bucky: one bed trope "with a bit (LOTS & LOTS) of breeding kink."

Summary: Bucky gets exposed to a chemical compound that heightens his already above-average sense of smell. Then he's stuck sharing a bed with the girl he's nearly fucked on more than one occasion.

Warnings: profanity, dubcon (noncon? if you look too close?), slight thigh fucking, unprotected sex, somnophilia, heavy breeding kink, MINORS DNI, 18+!!!

Word Count: 7.5k

A/N: This one took me a few days because I got a bit of writer's block around the time the smut started. Thanks to @daddy-bucky for this unhinged request, specifically for the part where you requested that he be feral, apologizing but can't stop himself, and for mentioning that he can smell her ovulating. You are unhinged and I love it.

There are worse things than a mission going sideways. There are worse things than being stuck in a safehouse overnight. There are even worse things than being hunted down by a few thugs from a HYDRA offshoot. But you’re sure that there isn’t anything worse than being shut in with a man that you’ve nearly slept with on more than one occasion.

You stand in front of the bathroom mirror, splashing cold water on your face as you try to come up with a way to make it through the night. You’re a four-hour drive away from the compound, and a five-hour drive away from the nearest SHIELD base. The safest option you had was to head to the closest safehouse and tuck in until morning, with a handful of modern-day HYDRA operatives hot on your heels. You start toweling your face dry and running through all of the mistakes that were made today.

The first mistake was believing that the intel you received about the new HYDRA facility was accurate, without doing the recon yourself. You were told that the facility is empty three days a week, only in operation from Monday through Thursday. That’s why you and Bucky staged your break-in for today, a Friday. Your second mistake was letting Bucky follow you into the lab, instead of having him stay at the door and keep watch. You don’t know what possessed him to take his own look around, to start reading the labels on the various vials located in glass refrigeration units and on benchtops throughout the room. Your third mistake was tucking your gun into your thigh holster while you searched through the lab’s computer, looking for the identification number of one specific compound that you were sent to retrieve. If you hadn’t holstered your gun, you wouldn’t have been caught off guard when a night guard came bursting through the door, pointing his weapon right between your eyes. If you hadn’t holstered your gun, you would’ve been able to shoot the guy yourself. Bucky wouldn’t have shoved you hard enough to send you crashing into one of the little glass refrigeration units in an attempt to get you out of the line of fire, before killing the guy himself. The shot leaving Bucky’s gun didn’t even register in your mind as you watched the glass door shatter and the vials inside shake around on the shelves. As you steadied yourself and shot Bucky an annoyed look, you didn’t notice the vial full of pale pink liquid was the only one that had broken and spilled.

“Are you okay?” Bucky asked gruffly, grabbing you by the forearm and pulling you away from the broken glass. You nodded quickly, feeling perfectly fine after being seconds away from having either a bullet in your head or shards of glass in your skin.

“I’m fine, just help me find the vial labeled 012-6A, so we can get out of here.” You double-checked the ID number on the computer screen one last time as Bucky stepped around you and began rifling through the refrigeration unit that you’d just been shoved into.

Bucky wouldn’t have known that he inhaled enough manganese to cause hyperosmia. He noticed the pink liquid spread over the surface of one of the shelves as he stepped in close and read over the various labels on the vials that were still intact, but he assumed you’d already seen the spill and since you didn’t mention it, it must not have been a big deal. In truth, even if you’d seen it and been able to properly identify it as a manganese compound, you would’ve written it off as being a minor incident. You’d have to be continuously exposed to it, inhaling large quantities of it over time to really be in any sort of major danger. A little sniff in a lab accident wouldn’t send either one of you to the hospital.

However, one of the known side effects of inhaling manganese is significantly increased olfactory perception, or to put it plainly: a heightened sense of smell. You might be able to smell the cleaners used on the lab floors or the wet dirt stuck in the treads of your tactical boots, if you’d inhaled the manganese. But Bucky, already having a heightened sense of smell from the super soldier serum coursing through his veins, would soon be able to smell everything.

After finding vial 012-6A, the two of you were tailed from the moment you left the compound until Bucky started weaving in and out of traffic, doing everything he could to shake the tail. You notified Fury and Sam of the situation and within minutes, you had an address to a safehouse and were on your way.

Bucky carefully folds out the couch bed, watching the thin mattress unfurl before him. It might just be the most uncomfortable looking bed he’s ever seen, but it’s not like he ever sleeps much anyway. You, however, are in for a rough night. Before you went to shower, you found a set of sheets and a quilt tucked away in a closet and set them out. Bucky begins making the bed but something isn’t quite right. As he lays the flat sheet over the fitted one and begins tucking the corners at the foot of the mattress, he starts to wonder why the he can smell the metal springs beneath. The metallic scent is strong, as if he’s pressed his nose right against the springs and inhaled as hard as he could. He stands up straight and sniffs the air, instantly overwhelmed by the plethora of smells circulating in the air. What the hell is going on?

When you emerge from the bathroom a moment later, you find Bucky standing in the middle of the tiny house, running a hand through his hair and looking a bit bewildered.

“Bucky?” You call his name softly, slowly crossing the room and eyeing the bed that he’s made up for you both. He keeps his gaze trained on the floor, not even acknowledging your presence. “Bucky, what’s going on?” You try again.

“Everything smells really strong.” He answers dryly, still not looking up at you. You narrow your eyes at him and start scanning his features, looking for any clues as to what might be going on.

“What do you mean? Don’t things always smell really strong to you?”

“Not like this, this is…I can smell your shampoo.” He says. His blue eyes flit up, meeting your gaze and holding it.

“What did you touch in the lab?” You ask suddenly, already leaping into action. You sit on the side of the couch bed and reach for your bag that sits on the floor, dragging it over to your feet. You rummage around for your laptop, fishing it out as soon as it hits your fingertips.

“I didn’t touch anything.” Bucky promises, shaking his head. He takes a couple of steps back, away from the bed, as if he can’t stand the smell of your shampoo or whatever else he smells on you. You begin typing quickly, working to open a secure video call line to Bruce Banner. “There was a spill, in that fridge I pushed you into.” He remembers, recalling the liquid that was spread over the shelf.

“Did you breathe it in?” You cast him a glance over your shoulder as you sit and wait for Bruce to join the video call.

“No, I mean, I don’t know. There wasn’t an odor, it didn’t feel like I breathed anything in.”

“What color was it?” You ask, already narrowing down the list of chemicals in your head based on the fact that it was odorless.

“Pink, clear.” Bucky answers. He’s rubbing the back of his neck as you wrack your brain. Pink, clear, odorless, hyperosmia-inducing. You have a theory, but you need Bruce to confirm. Your shoulders relax as your mind begins to realize that the chances of the chemical having been life-threatening are very low. There aren’t very many chemicals out there that are known to cause hyperosmia, and the ones that do are really only dangerous in large amounts. Bruce’s face appears on your laptop screen and relief washes over you.

“Hey, I have a few questions for you.” You say kindly, smiling at the scientist that you’ve grown familiar with. Bruce smiles back at you and Bucky catches himself narrowing his eyes and wondering how close the two of you actually are.

“Shoot.”

“There was a spill in the lab, Bucky may have inhaled something odorless, a pink aqueous solution. It’s causing hyperosmia, he says he can smell my shampoo from across the room.”

“More than his usual hyperosmia?” Bruce questions thoughtfully.

“Yes.” You and Bucky both respond in unison. You look over your shoulder at him again and notice how uneasy he looks, how he’s being sure to keep his distance from you. “I’m thinking it’s some sort of manganese compound.” You guess, turning your attention back to Bruce.

“You’re probably right. Just be on the lookout for any symptoms that would suggest otherwise, but if it was a small spill and he only inhaled a minimal amount of vapor from it, I wouldn’t be too concerned. The only worry I would have would be not knowing how manganese might react with the serum, but I can do some research on it and let you know what I find.” Bruce pushes his glasses further up the bridge of his nose and crosses his arms over his chest.

“That’s what I was thinking. We’ll let you know if anything else develops, just send me whatever you find.” After a few more exchanges between the two of you, you end the call and shove your laptop back into your bag. Bucky remains across the room, watching you carefully, like he’s afraid to get too close.

What you don’t know, is that Bucky can’t just smell your shampoo. He can smell you. Your hair, your skin, your everything. You leave him be and head to the tiny kitchen connected to the living room, in search of a glass of water. Bucky inhales deeply through his mouth, trying to avoid smelling anything, but your scent lingers in the air and it’s suffocating. He’s going to have to sleep in the car just to get away from it.

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“Bucky, you’re not sleeping in the damn car and neither am I. There’s a reason we’re stuck in this safehouse, we’re staying put.” Your tone is stern as you stand blocking the door. Bucky sighs heavily. He knows he could easily move you out of his way, but he also knows he’s treading dangerous waters already. The two of you have always had an indescribable tension, a palpable energy between you. One drunken night a month ago, you nearly fucked. You were drunk, he wasn’t, but he might as well have been with the way he lost his self-control when you leaned into him and rested your hands against his abs. The heated makeout session that ensued was electric, with your back pushed up against a wall in whatever bar the team had been hanging out in that night. The only reason you didn’t go through with it was because the grating sound of John Walker’s voice echoed down the dimly lit back hall right before he turned the corner and saw you pushing Bucky away. Only a week after that, Bucky caught you staring him down in the gym, clearly enjoying the sight of him shirtless and sweating as he threw punches at the bag. An hour later he had your lips against his in the elevator, desperately kissing and licking as much of the skin of your jaw and neck as he could before the elevator reached the main living floor. He would’ve taken you right there if the elevator was any slower. The third and final time was a week and a half ago, when, during an undercover mission, you both seemed to have trouble keeping your hands off of each other. Your covers gave you an excuse to be a little handsy, but continuing to be handsy the entire drive back to the compound wasn’t quite so excused. You were so distracted that you didn’t notice the car following you, not until Redwing picked up on it and Sam alerted you both. That was the night you both decided to stop whatever it was that was going on between you. It was dangerous and addictive and it only served as a distraction in the field. So, you stopped it before it ever truly began.

Bucky moves around to the opposite side of the bed, shooting you a moody look before tugging his shirt off and baring his chest. Your eyes drift down to the dog tags that hang around his neck as he starts pushing his pants down his legs. Suddenly he’s standing there wearing nothing but boxers and dog tags, and your mouth is damn near watering.

“You’re sleeping in that?” You ask incredulously, gesturing at his distinct lack of clothing. Bucky chuckles and pulls the sheet and quilt back, sliding under the covers with ease. The thin mattress curves down to support his weight and the springs creak loudly.

“You’re sleeping in that, so you can’t complain.” He mimics your gesture as he refers to your oversized t-shirt and lack of pants. It isn’t your fault. You didn’t have much in your bag, this was never supposed to be an overnight trip. You sigh as you sit on your own side of the bed, turning your back to Bucky. He turns off the lamp beside the couch and the room is cast into darkness.

While you’re sitting on the side of the bed, reminding yourself why the two of you decided to leave each other alone, Bucky’s lying on his back, breathing through his mouth. He can still smell you. The vanilla scent of your shampoo makes him want to bury his face in your hair and inhale as deeply as he possibly can, it smells so fucking sweet.

An hour later, you’re sound asleep next to Bucky, with your back facing him and the sound of your soft, steady breathing filling the quiet space. Every single minute that’s gone by since you slid under the covers next to him has be spent actively trying to ignore the smells in the air. First, all he really noticed was your shampoo. After fifteen minutes of lying next to you, he could smell the lotion you put on your legs that morning. Ten minutes later, he was ready to bust down the damn door to get to the car. He could smell you. Something so distinctive, something that was sending his entire body into overdrive with every breath he inhaled.

Now Bucky lies there, clenching his jaw and covering his face with both hands in an attempt to stifle the scent that he’s trying to pretend isn’t there. He’d have already gotten out of the bed and locked himself in the bathroom, the closet, or even a fucking kitchen cupboard if the bed springs weren’t so damn loud. He can’t make a move that big without waking you up, so he remains frozen. It’s not until Bucky hears you whimper in your sleep that he pulls his hands away from his face and turns his head to look in your direction. Though the scent of your unconscious arousal is affecting him so strongly, the sound you made momentarily redirects some of the bloodflow away from his cock, toward his head. The tone to your whimper was fearful. It escapes your lips again and Bucky watches as you begin to shake beside him. Fuck. Of course you have nightmares. You’re so similar in so many other ways, he should’ve assumed you were plagued the same way that he is.

As your eyes dart back and forth rapidly beneath your closed eyelids, your breathing quickens more and more until your body begins to feel deprived of oxygen. That’s when you wake up, gasping for air, in full fight-or-flight mode. You’re on your side, grasping the quilt in your left hand and desperately searching the darkness around you for anything familiar.

Without thinking, Bucky rolls onto his side and slides his vibranium hand over your hip. Though he can’t feel it, your shirt has ridden up above your thighs and his hand lands partially on the waistband of your panties and partially on your skin. You tense at his touch initially, still trying to figure out where the hell you are, but that touch is something familiar. Your mind latches onto it, and suddenly you’re remembering the last three times you felt it. Vibranium against your skin, his lips on yours, every nerve ending in your body firing at the same time. It’s familiar, so familiar that you relax after a couple of seconds and lean back. Your back brushes against his chest and his grip on your hip tightens a barely noticeable amount as he realizes you’re moving. He doesn’t want you to move back too far and find out that he has a full-blown erection while you’re recovering from a nightmare, but he also doesn’t want to stop you from finding comfort.

“You’re safe.” He whispers close to your ear, taking in the scent of your shampoo once again. His eyes close as the vanilla temporarily covers up the smell that’s been driving him insane for the past hour. “We’re in a safehouse.” He assures you. Your breathing begins to slow and your shaking limbs calm as you move your left hand. You release your grip on the sheets and slide it beneath the covers, running your palm over the crevices of his vibranium hand. So familiar.

“I’m sorry I woke you.” You apologize softly, taking in a shaky breath and flattening your hand over his metal one.

“I wasn’t asleep.” Though you know how he operates in the field, how he likes to be kissed, how infuriating he can be when he insists on doing things his way, you don’t know much about his sleeping habits…or lack thereof. Suddenly, the evening’s mission comes flooding back into your mind. You remember him being exposed to something and experiencing hyperosmia, with you and Bruce only being able to speculate about the chemical he inhaled. You make a move to look over your shoulder at him and when you do, your body almost enough to let your ass make contact with his crotch. He squeezes your hip so hard that you almost peel his vibranium fingers off of you.

“Shit, Bucky.” You speak through clenched teeth as he holds you firmly in place against the mattress. “What are you—”

“Don’t move.” He groans. The tone of his voice is one you’ve heard once before, when you were licking and sucking the skin along the column of his throat in the elevator that day. Instead of listening to his clear command, you try to wiggle an inch or two away from him, as if that would help the situation, but it only makes Bucky’s problem more obvious. His hard cock is straining against the fabric of his black boxers, and as you move your hips once again, it brushes against your ass and you feel it. You feel it and you freeze. “Fuck.” Another groan leaves his lips and you feel your cheeks heat up. Your nightmare from moments ago is forgotten.

“Is it…is it from what you inhaled earlier? Tell me what you’re feeling.” The words come tumbling out of you with urgency as you grow more and more worried.

“Yeah. No. It’s just—fuck.” Bucky swears again, exhaling quickly and then inhaling through his mouth. “You smell so goddamn good, I don’t know what to do with myself.” You’re both silent, so silent that you can hear the way he’s mouth-breathing just so he doesn’t have to overwhelm himself with your scent.

“Bucky—”

“You saying my name only makes this worse.” His grip on your hip tightens slightly and you try to keep your own breathing shallow, so you won’t be moving even a centimeter more than necessary.

“What can I do to help?” You ask quietly. What can you do to help? Bucky bites his lip. Your question is so innocent, so kind, and yet all he can think about is actually letting you do the one thing that would help him right now.

“Let me sleep in the car.” He sighs. You can tell he’s struggling, you can tell he’s in need, and as much as you hate that he’s in that kind of position, you can’t help but feel a little excited about the fact that he’s in it with you.

“You know why that’s a stupid idea. What else can I do?” While you’re lying there in front of him, offering your help, Bucky’s squeezing his eyes shut as he remembers the taste of your lips and the skillful way that you ran your hand along his thigh in the car after that one mission, letting your fingertips just barely skim over his bulge. He remembers every fucking detail of the way you kiss and the memories paired with the fact that your ass is still pressed against him make him feel as though all control is slipping away from him.

“Remind me why I can’t have you.” His request takes you by surprise. It takes a moment for your mind to gather the words that will give him what he wants.

“We work together.” Three words? That’s all you can come up with? With his cock pressing against your ass, your mind is going on strike.

“We work together.” Bucky repeats. That’s a shit reason, sure as hell not a good enough reason to get him to let go of your hip.

“It’d ruin our working relationship.” You try again, closing your eyes and taking a deep breath in.

“It would.” Bucky agrees. Your reasons really aren’t even registering in his mind. He’s loosening his hold on your hip but instead of letting go completely, he starts dragging a vibranium fingertip along the waistband of your panties, almost absentmindedly. Your breath hitches in your throat when his fingertip ghosts over your lower stomach, but he slowly drags it back to your hip. He loves the way your body responds to even the slightest of touches.

“It could end horribly.” You point out, trying to keep your breathing steady as he continues tracing the waistband of your panties.

“It could.” He says with a small nod. Bucky doesn’t think as he leans in and presses his lips against the side of your neck. One kiss. One deep inhale. Another kiss. Another deep inhale. You catch yourself arching your back the tiniest bit, pressing your ass against him more.

“There isn’t a single good reason for us to do this.” It’s the last thing you can think of. Bucky pulls his lips away from your neck and his hand stills on your hip.

“There isn’t. It would be a pretty bad decision.” He acknowledges. That’s when you feel him adjust his legs and grind into you. “We might end up hating each other.”

“We can’t have that.” You tsk, biting into your bottom lip after the words leave your mouth. Neither one of you has enough self-control to separate at this point.

“You can have whatever the fuck you want.”

The soft whimper that leaves your lips at the undeniably filthy sentence he’s just spoken against your ear makes him grind into you harder. He can’t think straight when you make noises like that, when you smell like you do. Fuck. You don’t say a word, so he slides his vibranium hand down your thigh and wraps it around your knee, hitching your leg back and over his own. Once he has you a little more spread and leaning even more into his space, he grinds against you from the new angle. You feel his erection against your clothed cunt and the already wet fabric between your legs gets a little more soaked.

“I thought you just agreed that this would ruin our working relationship.” You whine. Please don’t stop, please don’t stop, please don’t stop. Though you sound like you’re being reasonable, your mind is anything but.

“I’m thinking about ruining something right now.” He grumbles against the side of your neck, nipping at your skin.

“We can’t do this.” You say firmly, reaching your left hand down to pull his vibranium one away from your leg that’s still hitched over his thigh. When your palm glides over the now warm metal, you can’t seem to push his hand away. Instead, you intertwine your fingers with his and fight to hold in the moans that are threatening to spill from your lips if he keeps grinding against you the way that he is.

“I know, baby, we can’t.” Bucky groans, rutting into you a little harder and faster, as if he’s trying to get just a little more pleasure out of this before it ends.

“We can’t.” You repeat. Why your hand lets go of his and moves to reach over your shoulder and tangle in his hair is beyond you. Why you pull him further against your neck, encouraging him to kiss and lick you even more is lost on you. Why you don’t do a damn thing to stop what’s currently happening can only be chalked up to how badly you’ve wanted him to fuck you since the first time you kissed him in that bar. Bucky doesn’t dare to say a single word more. He isn’t going to risk talking a little too much sense into you. So, he starts sucking on your neck, leaving obvious marks as you whimper and moan out those sweet, irresistible little noises that have him wanting to fuck you ten different ways.

Bucky’s holding onto the tiniest thread of self-control, it’s all he has left, a damn thread. Every single one of his senses is overwhelmed as he grinds himself against your barely clothed body and tastes the skin of your neck.

“We’re not doing this.” Bucky sounds so resolved, but even as he speaks the claim, he’s pushing your leg off of where it was hitched over his own and guiding you onto your stomach. He doesn’t want you on your stomach, fuck no. He wants you in any position where he can see the faces you make when he buries himself inside of you for the first time, when he starts fucking you the way you’ve needed to be fucked for weeks now, when he cums inside of you. But Bucky knows if he has the privilege of seeing your face through all of that, he won’t ever be able to look at you the same way. He won’t ever be able to go back to working with you in the field. It would ruin your working relationship just like you said. So, he makes sure you’re on your stomach when he starts pushing your shirt up and running his palms along the skin of your back. There isn’t a hint of protest from you as your back arches against his hands and your ass raises up ever so slightly. Even as Bucky begins tugging your panties down your thighs, not a damn word.

Your scent. Your fucking scent. As soon as he has your panties halfway down your thighs, he knows why he couldn’t resist you. You’re ovulating, and he can smell it, the pheromones, just radiating off of you.

“Fuck.” Bucky groans headily. He completely abandons his effort to tug your panties any further than your knees as he rolls on top of you and gets his cock in just the right position to slide between your legs. His hard shaft presses against your wet cunt as he lowers himself onto you and lets his length move between your upper thighs. “You’re already so wet, fuck.”

It only takes a second for you to have Bucky’s entire cock soaked with your arousal, and he hasn’t even been inside you yet. You can’t stop yourself from arching your back and pressing your ass up and into him as he teases you, dragging his length back and forth along your cunt but never giving himself the chance to slide in.

“Bucky…” His name leaves your lips as a needy moan and you don’t have to say another word. You don’t have to ask him to do it. He braces himself with his forearms on either side of your head, his knees on either side of your legs, and lets you shuffle your own knees until they’re underneath you enough to raise your ass off of the bed. A breathy whimper escapes you as a shiver runs down your spine.

“If you keep saying my name, I won’t be able to pull out when I need to.” Bucky warns you, just as you feel the head of his cock teasing your entrance. You think he’s about to push in, when he lets his cock slip away from your entrance and run lazily through your folds. He does it repeatedly, letting it rub against your clit over and over again, listening as your breaths come in more and more ragged at the stimulation.

“Shit, you’re right. You’re not wearing a condom.” You point out in a rare moment of clarity. Bucky chuckles and uses one hand to move your hair away from your neck, before leaning down as pressing a kiss there. You push your forehead into the pillow, muffling the soft moan that you can’t hold back.

“I’m not wearing a condom.” Bucky repeats, as if he means to say that he wouldn’t wear one even if he happened to have one.

“You’re not wearing a—” You’re cut off by Bucky thrusting half of his length into you so suddenly and forcefully that the rest of your sentence disappears from your mind entirely and your hands move to grip his wrists beside your head. You dig your nails into him without realizing as your muscles tense and you press your face into the pillow once again.

“That’s it, get used to it.” Bucky encourages you. It’s such a simple thing to say yet it sounds so filthy coming from him in this moment. It is filthy. He takes a moment for himself, focusing on how tightly your pussy is gripping the first few inches of his cock, how your arousal is basically dripping down his shaft as he lets you adjust to him. That little thread of self-control he was holding onto earlier has frayed more and more and he can’t stop himself from forcing the rest of himself inside of you, until his balls are pressing against you and you’re screaming into the pillow.

“It’s too much, oh my god, it’s too much.” You moan out as you lift your face from the pillow and rest your chin on it instead. You don’t dare to try and look over your shoulder at him, you can barely move without feeling the sting of his cock stretching your entrance.

“No, no it’s just an adjustment.” Bucky coos, pressing another kiss to the back of your neck and inhaling the sweet vanilla scent of your hair. “You’re taking it so well already, just relax for me.”

Your body listens to him. You feel yourself relaxing. First, your hold on his wrists eases until you’re no longer leaving nail marks in his skin. Then, you let out a deep exhale and sink into the mattress beneath him. Bucky’s in awe of you. He knows he’s big, and he knows it’s probably been a while since you’ve slept with anyone with the way work keeps you busy near 24/7. You really are taking him so well. He starts dragging his length out of you slowly, but only a third of the way before he’s pushing it back into you again. The wet sound that results makes him fucking feral. He does it again. Then again. And again. The next thing he knows, he’s holding your hips with your ass up in the air and your face down on your folded forearms as he fucks you so hard that the springs of the couch bed are threatening to snap. With every loud creak of the springs, there’s an equally loud sound of skin smacking against skin. It’s animalistic, the way he’s fucking you.

“Fuck, I’m so close.” You whimper. You bite into your forearm, surely leaving a mark, as he sets a tortuously pleasuring pace. You can feel him reaching a spot inside you no one has ever reached before and it has your eyes rolling back in your head.

“I know, fuck.” Bucky says breathlessly. He pounds into you over and over again, chasing his own release as he feels the walls of your pussy fluttering around him. You’re right there and he can tell. “Cum on my cock, so I can pull out and cum all over your fucking back.” He groans, sounding so damn needy. You can’t think straight. You’re definitely not thinking straight. That’s the only reason you say what you say next.

“No, I’m not cumming if you’re going to pull out.” You say defiantly, actively fighting to hold back your orgasm. Bucky thrusts into you even harder, letting you know that he most definitely likes the sound of not pulling out. He leans down until his chest is pressed against your back and he’s close enough to whisper against your ear.

“You’re going to make me cum inside you when you’re fucking ovulating?”

“How do you—”

“I can fucking smell you.” He rasps against your ear. “Answer me. You really want me to do this?”

You don’t even take a moment to think about it, not a single moment to consider the possible consequence.

“Please.”

It’s only a few hard, deep thrusts later when Bucky’s rhythm grows sloppy and he gives you every single drop of cum he has, fucking it all into you almost recklessly. With every last thrust into your cunt, he’s fully aware that he could be getting you pregnant. He’s fully aware, and yet, he doesn’t have a single fuck to give.

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It’s the smell of your arousal mixed with his cum, dripping out of you and into your panties, that wakes Bucky around midnight. It’s only been a couple of hours since he was buried deep inside of you but it feels like it could’ve been days ago with how hard his cock is right now. He reaches beneath the covers, palming his erection through the fabric of his boxers as he listens to your steady breaths. You’re sleeping so soundly beside him, with your back turned to him and the covers pulled up just past your waist.

A few key thoughts run through Bucky’s head as he lets his hand run along his clothed length. How serious is this to you? Have you wanted him as badly as he’s wanted you since that night in the bar? Is it just physical for you? A surface level attraction that you momentarily gave into because he was horny and shoving his cock against your ass in a shared bed? But you let him cum inside of you, while you’re ovulating. When your body is fully ready and capable of beginning a pregnancy, you let him pump an entire load into you without a hint of hesitation. You didn’t just let him, you said please. Bucky’s suddenly pushing his boxers down his thighs for the second time tonight, wrapping his fist around his length, and rolling over to face you.

He doesn’t think there’s ever been a better scent than the one emanating from between your legs right now. He can picture the way his cum is swirled together with your arousal right now, probably threatening to soak through the thin fabric of your panties and drip down the soft skin of your thighs until it reaches the bedsheets beneath you. It’s that thought that spurs Bucky on, that makes him tug your panties to the side and press a gentle kiss to the side of your neck as he guides his cock between your legs. The moment he feels the warmth of his own cum from earlier drip from your folds to coat his shaft, he starts mumbling against your skin.

“I need you.” He whispers into your neck, fighting the urge to bite into your skin as the head of his cock notches inside of you and begins to slide in. “Wake up.” Your eyes flutter open just as the head of his cock has fully entered you and the rest of his shaft is following. A raspy swear escapes your lips as your back arches and you start to tense up at the sudden intrusion. Bucky’s vibranium hand flies to your hip, stilling you as he continues pushing in.

“Oh my god.” It’s all you can say as he bottoms out inside you and immediately starts pulling his hips back. He sets a much slower pace than last time, rhythmically fucking you sideways. “I’m sore.” You whimper, turning your head slightly to muffle your moans in your pillow, just like you did earlier.

“I’m sorry, I know.” Bucky groans against your neck, continuing to thrust in and out of you. “Fuck, I’m sorry.” He can’t stop. He can’t make his hips still, he can’t pull out of you and let you recover. He just fucking can’t. He fucks you as gently as he can, using his own cum from earlier as lube. With every slow thrust, your soreness dissipates more and more and pleasure begins to replace it. When he cums inside you the second time, it’s without warning, without one single worry about pulling out. He just does it and expects you to take it…which of course, you do.

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You wake up two hours later, with aching thighs and the slightest hint of a burn on your neck from Bucky’s scruff. As you lie there in the darkness, listening to the sound of Bucky breathing softly mere inches behind you, feeling the excessive amount of cum pooling in your panties, you only seem to be able to think about one thing. Both times that he’s fucked you, he did it from behind. You didn’t get to see his face once. Not once did you get to see how he reacted when he felt the walls of your pussy clenching around him, the face he made when you told him you didn’t want him to pull out, or the way his eyes screwed shut and his mouth fell open when he was cumming. You’ve been deprived of it.

Why does it bother you so much that he hasn’t looked in your eyes either of the two times he’s fucked you? Is he trying to pretend you’re someone else? As tears begin to rim the edges of your eyes, you tell yourself that you’re just being emotional because you’re ovulating. God. You wouldn’t have even known you were ovulating if he hadn’t told you himself.

Truthfully, you’re not even horny. Yet, you find yourself rolling over as quietly as possible, making sure the bed springs don’t creak beneath you. You’re silent as you tug your panties down your legs and toss them onto the floor. You’re even more quiet as you pull the covers back just enough to let you stealthily straddle Bucky’s hips, making sure you don’t touch him yet. Who knew this is what you’d be using all of your professional training for?

He begins to stir when your fingertips graze over his lower stomach. He draws in a deep breath as you tug his waistband down and free his already hard cock from the confines of his boxers. His eyes are blinking open, studying the sight before him as you wrap your hand around his shaft and stroke it firmly. That’s when he comes to his senses and his gaze lands on your face.

“Shit.” He breathes out as you sink down onto his length with determination. Your face. He can see your face. The way your features contort as you try to fit all of him in at this new angle is ruining him. This is exactly what he didn’t need to see, so he tries to talk some sense into you. “You’ll be too sore if we do this again, three times is too many.” Bucky says quietly, running his hands up your thighs to grab onto your hips. You’re only an inch from being fully seated on his cock when he holds you still, not letting you slide down any further. He doesn’t want it, you think. What man tries to stop a girl when she’s already sitting on his dick? He just wanted to fuck you in the dark, with your face invisible to him, and then he wanted to be done with you. Tears well up in your eyes a little more and you dare to look down at him. His gaze coasts from where you’re both connected, up the front of your t-shirt, to your face. That’s when he sees the watery layer over your pretty irises.

“Just let me do this.” You plead, pushing his hands away from your hips and taking in the last inch of his length. Bucky inhales sharply and screws his eyes shut as your tight, wet cunt envelopes his cock completely. He can’t deny you. He can’t deny you, so it’s his turn to fist the sheets as you start moving your hips. You alternate between sliding up and down the entirety of his length and grinding in deep, slow circles when he’s fully sheathed inside you. Even as a tear falls from your face and lands on his bare chest, he doesn’t open his eyes.

“Fuck, fuck, I’m already so close.” He groans, lifting his hands and covering his face with them. He wants nothing more than to roll you over and fuck you missionary. He wants to rail you into the mattress until its deformed and concaved to fit your body. He wants to pin you down and look into your eyes as he fills you for the third time.

“Look at me.” You whisper, moving your hips a little faster. Up and down, up and down, up and down. Bucky groans beneath his hands, and reluctantly removes them from his face, resting them on your thighs once more. His eyes focus between your legs again, but after a couple of seconds his lifts his gaze to meet yours.

“How do you still look so damn pretty after taking my cock the first two times?” He asks with a pained groan. You know he can’t possibly have much to give you after the first two times, but you’ll be damned if you’re not going to take what you can get. You start bouncing on his cock with increasing desperation, chasing your own orgasm. “You even look pretty with tears in your eyes.” He says with a softer tone.

Right as Bucky nears the edge, you feel his cock twitching, you feel his abs tighten beneath your hands, and you lean down. Your nose brushes against his and for a second, you think about kissing him.

“You know why I didn’t want to see your face?” He asks, his ability to form a complete sentence surprising even him. He pushes your hair back, cupping your cheeks in his hands as you continue riding his cock. “Because I knew I’d memorize the way you look when you’re stuffed full of my cock, and I didn’t think I’d ever be able to look at you the same way again.”

“So you were okay with potentially getting me pregnant but not with looking me in the eye?” You ask incredulously, your hips slowing. Bucky groans and thrusts up into you impatiently.

“Don’t talk about being pregnant, fuck.” He thrusts up again and a smile plays on your lips. His hands move from your face down to your waist as he starts setting a pace.

“Bucky, you fucked me raw. You came inside me twice. I’m probably halfway to pregnant right now and you’re about to do it all over again. We can’t talk about it?”

In the blink of an eye, Bucky’s rolling you over, making sure his cock stays inside of you as he lays you on your back and immediately starts thrusting into you.

“Fine.” He grunts, pushing your thighs up to your chest and draping your legs over his shoulders. He buries himself in you deeper and deeper with every snap of his hips. “I’ll look you in the eye right now while I make sure you’re so full of my cum that there’s no fucking way you aren’t pregnant. Is that what you want?”

“Fuck yes.” You moan out as he pounds into you. Within seconds, you’re a panting mess on the couch bed and Bucky’s staring down at you with a passionate, determined look in his eye.

“Look at me when I’m cumming inside you.” He commands. “Look at me when I’m getting you fucking pregnant.”

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take my heart and start a fire

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pairing || bucky barnes x f!reader

word count || 4566

summary || sam and nat play cupid

warnings || smut! dom! bucky x sub! reader, one bed trope, enemies to lovers, idiots to lovers, degradation, teasing, dry-humping, daddy kink, pussy slaps, dacryphilia, begging, asphyxiation, unprotected sex, aftercare

author's note || 18+ ONLY. hello, one-bed trope with bucky lives in my mind rent free and i decided to do something about it. enjoy! not proof-read yet. feel free to comment, reblog, and send me requests!

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“Alright, we got two rooms, one with just one bed and one with two beds. Should be enough to cover us tonight.” Sam claps his hands together as Bucky slowly walks up to the group.

This was supposed to be a quick in-and-out mission. It was not easy by any means, but it was nothing the group hadn’t done before. You weren’t even supposed to be here. Usually, you did most of SHIELD’s groundwork, directing and organizing missions alongside Maria. However, due to issues with communication with one particular agent in the previous mission, Fury had instructed you to be on-site to ensure there would be no gaps in the instructions Maria and Steve were relaying.

Except there was a gap. There was a gigantic gap in communication when you instructed Bucky to cover the cargo trailers in the westbound direction. Still, he decided you were wasting his time, so he left the trailers unattended, where the enemy was then able to take advantage of his isolation and overpower him. Had Natasha not interfered when she did, you did not even want to think about what could have happened. So you let him know just how pissed off you were the whole ride to the nearest motel since the world decided to unleash torrential rain at this very moment which made it impossible for you guys to navigate the jet out of whatever fucking city you were in.

Bucky didn’t say a single word. Not when you were yelling at him while patching him up. Not when you wouldn't shut the fuck up because he never fucking listened. Not when you were running into the beat-down motel with its flickering sign on its last life while still screaming at him.

He just stared at you. And he occasionally clenched his jaw.

This wasn’t the first time Bucky disobeyed your direct order and it wasn’t the first time he got hurt because of that. You understood him, tried to initiate kindness, and extended a friendly hand toward him. But all he ever did was stare at you. He never spoke to you more than he absolutely needed to. He never paid any attention to you when you would hang out with Steve, Sam, or even Nat and Wanda. And it did sting you just a bit. A pang in your heart every time he walked past you like you didn’t exist because you had developed a crush on him since the first time you saw him a few months ago. When you would put a little extra effort into your appearance every morning because he made you feel little butterflies fluttering in the pit of your stomach every time you would even cross paths.

When you did catch him staring at you, the weight of his eyes unmistakable, your heart rate would increase to match the flutters in your stomach, your cheeks heating under his gaze. He would look away immediately as if thrown out of his trance and catapulted into what he truly felt for you.

Disdain. Disgust. Maybe a little lust.

God, you hated Bucky Barnes. You hated how you didn’t hate him, not even when he dismissed you somehow even more than he ignored everyone else.

You were going to share a bed with Nat. Bucky and Sam could get the room with two beds because, of course, that was a reasonable conclusion.

Apparently fucking not.

“I am not sharing a bed with him!” you screeched at Sam and Nat indignantly while the smug pair stood with faux innocent expressions. They needed you and Bucky to sort out whatever tension was between them by any means necessary.

They stayed silent, and you, ever the chatterbox today, decided to refuse. “Nat, I can’t sleep in the same room as him. He hates me! I can’t sleep when I’m stressed!” You whined, pleading with your best friend to take some pity on you. She knew better than anyone what you felt for Bucky, and she also knew love better than anyone when she saw it.

Sam and Bucky walked a few steps ahead as you approached your door.

“Sweetie, you and me are the only ones keeping up comms with Steve and Maria. It makes sense for us to be split up tonight so we can at least direct these morons at the same time and handle any issues faster than we’d be able to if we shared a room and they were in the other one.” Natasha knew she was right, and Sam fought back a smirk as their plan was falling into fruition, given the look on your face.

Bucky remained quiet as if he could not possibly care less if you slept on top of him in bed or a ditch.

You were this close to wishing the latter was your inevitable fate.

“I hate it when you’re right.” As you approach the doors, you mutter and watch Sam take out the room keys.

Sam offers a small smile as Bucky walks in before you, patting you on the head and giving you a forehead kiss, “sweet dreams, pumpkin,” before shutting the door behind you as you roll your eyes.

“I’m not sleeping on the floor.” Bucky’s voice cut through the uncomfortable silence that had fallen after the lock clicked. His voice was raspy because he hadn’t used it in a while, and you barely held back the shiver that ran down your spine at his tone.

You take one look at the fraying carpet and decide that it has been years since this floor had some TLC. You look up at him to find his heavy-set eyes already on you, “I’m not sleeping on the floor either.”

His jaw clenches, and another unreadable emotion swirls in his eyes as he replies, “Guess that settles it, then.”

You roll your eyes and huff out that you’re jumping in the shower, not waiting for his reply- not that there was one. The water takes a while to warm up, and in the meantime, you peel your clothes off of yourself, dirtied by rainwater and the dirt, debris, and sweat that had accumulated earlier. You step into the shower and try to enjoy the feel of warm water cascading over your sore body.

You rarely made it onto the field as you genuinely preferred doing the background work, planning missions, writing up plans and procedures, assigning responsibilities to each Avenger and guiding them through the field while you stayed at the headquarters. Your muscles were undoubtedly aware of that fact, as you had to do a lot more hand-to-hand combat due to Bucky’s stupid mistake.

You couldn’t help but let your mind wander towards him, knowing you were completely bare just 10 feet away from him, how he would grunt in exertion and deliver calculated blows to his opponent. He was precisely your type: tall, brooding, broad shoulders, thick thighs. He didn’t speak that much, but his words were carefully weighed every time he did. He was so grumpy all the time, such a masculine man. You just loved it.

You tried not to think about how he didn’t feel the same. And also about the fact that you would be sharing a bed with him.

The water grew cold, and you realized you had been in the shower for upwards of twenty minutes. You shut off the water and wrap yourself in one of the towels provided by the hotel. You pulled out your pyjama set since there was a possibility that you would have to stay somewhere tonight due to the heavy rain. You didn’t think you were sleeping with Bucky, or you would have grabbed something a bit more conservative. You slip into the white tank top and shorts with a dainty floral design. You mentally prepared yourself to make a bee-line for the bed so you wouldn’t have to face Bucky while wearing next to nothing.

A few feet away, Bucky was scrolling through the shitty channels playing on the shitty TV, ignoring the way his heart raced when the bathroom door unlocked and you emerged from the small room. He tried so hard not to stare at your outfit, unable to ignore the way all the blood in his body rushed to his dick when your tiny shorts rolled up even higher as you innocently bent over to check over your work laptop for any updates.

“You really gonna wear that?” He scoffs and immediately realizes it didn’t exactly come out as playful as he would have liked. He winces at himself as you put the laptop back into its case and turn around to face him, and he can't stop himself from quickly glancing over your body.

Crossing your arms under your chest, unintentionally drawing his attention to your tits, you scoff at him. “If I knew I was gonna be stuck in this shithole with you, then I would have made sure to wear a fucking hazmat suit.”

“Relax, sweetheart, I’m not gonna bite.” He smirked, finally deciding on a channel he liked and turning his attention to it as you stood and stared at him, mouth open because out of all the things you expected him to say, that was not one of them, especially not with the flirtatious lilt to his voice.

“Do not- do not tell me to relax! And don’t call me that! And- and ugh!” You retort weakly, strutting the few steps it took to get to the other side of the bed,

Bucky licks his lips as you lay down next to him with your back towards him. Still huffing and puffing like the brat you were.

He snorts at you, glancing at his watch and turning the TV off.

“Do not snort at me, James.” Your voice comes out sharp, and he snorts again.

“Tell me again what I can’t do, sweetheart? " he asks in a mockingly sweet voice. It makes you sick to your stomach.

With desire.

You ignore him and tug the small comforter towards you, the bed suddenly feeling really small, with Bucky’s large frame taking up more than half of it.

“Quit stealing the covers.” He grunts out, tugging them back towards him and leaving you bare and exposed to the cool air of the room. You gasp and sit up., using all your force to pull the covers back towards you, and even though you both know he let go, you still stick your tongue out at him.

He grumbles something under his breath, and you smile victoriously. You’ll let the covers go eventually; you need to bask in your victory for a few minutes. Your mind begins to relax as you snuggle into the bed before you hear a sharp exhale, and somehow, you go from facing the dim wall to being pinned under Bucky. His frame entirely dwarfs yours, and the only light filtering in the room was the street lights and moon, the thin curtains doing nothing to block the shine. You shriek as you’re manhandled so quickly and forced to look into Bucky’s now dark blue eyes.

“Enough. I’ve had enough.” He growls, his hand pinning both your wrists down, and you have to fight yourself to keep in all tells of how aroused you are by the situation.

“You’re such a fucking brat,” he continues. “Didn’t shut up for two hours straight. Always think you’re right. Always act like you’re smarter than everyone. Always fucking teasing me with your slutty fucking outfits.” He looks down at your tank top, almost angry when he sees your nipples poking through the thin material, but he doesn’t give you a chance to say anything.

Because now, Bucky’s talking. And he’s going to make sure you hear each and every word.

“You think I don’t see the way you look at me?”

A squeak escapes your lips as he presses his body down on yours.

“You think I can’t hear the way your heart rate picks up when I’m around?” His head drops lower, and his voice drops even lower, pulling a whimper from your parted lips. Your mind is spinning as you realize you may not have been as discreet as you thought you were. You entirely forgot to consider the fact that Bucky is a supersoldier, with enhanced hearing.

His rumbling voice cuts through your flurry of thoughts, “You think I can’t fucking smell you?” He practically sneers at you, and you must be a sick, sick person with the way you’re sure you’ve never been more wet in your life. “You think I can’t smell the way you drip from this little pussy every time I walk in the room? Every time someone mentions my goddamn name? I can smell her right now sweetheart. You like me forcing you down don’t you?” His breath fans over your face as you’re forced to focus on him, his body and his scent and his voice overwhelming you. Your body shudders when he gently rocks his crotch against yours, your eyes rolling back into your head.

“What baby? Cat got your tongue now? You were being such a brat to me earlier.” He grunts, squeezing your cheeks and jaw in his free hand as you subconsciously buck your hips against his.

“Bucky please…” You whine, squirming against his impenetrable hold.

He smirks, “what’s wrong honey? You haven’t been this quiet or polite all day.”

“You- you’re being such a meanie! You knew the whole time and just never did anything about it!” You whine, your voice catching in your throat with each languid rock of his crotch angled perfectly against your clit.

He laughs in your face and takes in the sight before him, your head thrown to the side as your chest heaves, your hips moving in tandem with his, your pouted lips swollen from being bitten so often. You were even more gorgeous like this and Bucky didn’t know that was possible.

“I wanted to see if you’d break first. But then, you just had to walk in here wearing this pathetic excuse of a pyjama set. And I just had to have you honey baby.”

You look back at him, a fiery expression in your eyes, “I don’t think that’s the real reason. I think you just wouldn’t be able to handle me. I think you can’t fuck me the way I need to be.” You spit back, not wanting to submit without a fight despite knowing that was exactly the direction this was going.

In an instant Bucky’s metal hand was on your throat, squeezing enough to make your eyes blur for a second as you let out a whimper. “Is that right honey? You think I’ve never dealt with a rotten brat like you before? I know you pretend to put up a fight, I know you’re two strokes away from cumming all over yourself just from a little dry-humping. I know brats like you crave attention, but baby when you finally get it you better not run away? You got that?” He asks earnestly, his eyes locking on yours.

“Do your worst James.”

The second the words leave your mouth, his lips are on yours. The kiss is unlike any you’ve had before, it’s immediately messy and passionate, his tongue sliding in yours as he takes the lead, swallowing all your mewls and whimpers, finally letting go of your wrists and your fingers immediately go to his cropped hair, tugging on the short strands as he dominates you. You scramble to pull your shorts down but his hands flick your wrists away, giving you a glare.

“Did I say you could take these off, huh slut?”

You whimper and shake your head no, finding yourself wanting to submit to him all too quickly.

He slides his briefs down to reveal his cock. You actually drooled a little at the sight of his length and girth, with beads of pre-cum glistening in the dim light of the room. You can’t control yourself as your hands go to wrap around his length, barely able to hold him in your hands as he hisses, bucking his hips into your hands before swatting them away once again.

“You don’t get to touch honey baby. Not yet at least. You yelled at me for hours today, it really hurt my feelings you know.” He muses, beginning to rub his length against your white shorts that are completely drenched through, your pussy sensitive and responsive. “I don’t think you deserve to be fucked sweetheart. You deserve to have this cunt rubbed on and came on. Just used like a cum rag.” He goes a little further, reading your reaction and when your back arches as much as his beefy body allowed you to, he knows you liked it.

“Please James please I’m sorry, I’ll be good I swear!” You whine, your voice rising in pitch as his bare cock slides up and down the length of your pussy, and even through the layer seperating you, it was euphoric.

“I dunno honey, might have to beg and cry a little more and I’ll see how nice I’m feelin’ tonight.” He smiles cockily, knowing he’s got you exactly where he wants you. Almost instantly your eyes are watering as you clutch his biceps, morphing your features into big doe eyes and pouted lips, jutting your chest out in an attempt to persuade him further. “I’m sorry for bein’ a brat and yelling at you. I’m sorry for talking back and- and I need you James. Need you to fuck me please I wanted it for so long!” You drag your sentence and bite your lip, tears spiling onto your cheeks.

He inhales sharply at the sound of your begging, stilling his hips for a moment as he restrains himself from cumming before he’s even seen your bare pussy. And in the next second he ripping your shorts to shreds, making you shriek and you can’t even get a reaction out before he spits onto your already soaked cunt, watching his spit mingle with your own arousal. You moan at the feeling, your hold twitching and practically begging to be filled.

Bucky breathes in your scent since it envelopes his nostrils without any restrictions for the first time. When he opens his eyes again and sees your hazy expression he decides he can’t wait. He’s not gonna take it slow because he needs to feel you clench around him right now. His flesh index finger teases your pulsing hole, shoving the tip of his finger inside you as you whine, legs spreading for him on instinct. “Fuck she’s just begging to be stuffed isn’t she? Just aching to have my cock stretch her open.” He groans, dropping his forehead to yours as you chant breathy yes’s, mouth falling open and tears continuing down your face as he finally spreads you open on his cock.

You have never felt so full in your life. Bucky was absolutely larger than average, in all ways. And it was exactly what you had been craving. He moans as you clench around him, your hole trying to push him out but pull him in at the same time. Before you know it he’s balls deep inside of you, your cream coating the hairs at the base of his length as you moan loudly, uncaring of the fact that Sam and Natasha were just a paper-thin wall away.

Your nails dug crescents into Buckys bulging biceps as he allowed you both a few moments to adjust to each other. “Oh my god Bucky you’re so- I’m so full.” Your words are breathy and slurred, and Bucky presses a kiss to each of your cheeks as he slowly grinds his hips into yours, not fully thrusting yet.

“You know I want this to be more than just a quick fuck. When we get back I wanna take you out, wine and dine you properly.” He whispers against your lips, his hands and voice gentle compared to his earlier disposition.

You nod your head in agreement, “I want that too Bucky, but I need you to fuck me right now.”

He laughs, pressing a kiss to your cheek before pulling almost entirely out of you, allowing your hole to stretch around his tip before he slams into you, making your back arch and all the breath from your lungs dissipates. You squeal his name as he begins fucking into you with little care to be gentle. Your hands scramble to hold on as the headboard slams into the wall with every push and pull of his hips.

“I thought you said I couldn’t handle you honey baby. But look at you now, so stupid on my dick and just taking what I give you.” He mocks you, his metal hand finding its way to your throat once again and squeezing, relishing in the way you cunt clenches against him when he does. You cry out louder than before and he hisses, slapping his palm over your mouth. He grunts through clenched teeth, “shut the fuck up. You want Sam and Nat to hear you crying for my dick huh? What would they say if they saw strong and independent you, stretched open and cock-drunk, pinned under me and crying for me?”

Your eyes clench shut as your words are unintelligible and muffled by his palm. He coos at you and clicks his tongue, making you shiver. “Don’t think too much honey baby, just take it. This is what you’re meant to do, not be a brat. Just take my cock.” He groans, speeding up his thrusts as the sound of skin slapping skin and your wetness squelching fill the room.

Your chest begins heaving as the oxygen to your brain takes more effort to get there. You were being propelled to your orgasm as you begin chanting the fact, your voice so pornographic and unlike your own but you can’t even find it in yourself to be shocked.

“‘M gonna cum, m gonna cum! You’re gonna make me cum please Daddy please!” The words leave your lips faster than you can process, and what was about to erupt into the most powerful orgasm you have ever had, was left denied and unsatisfied and you cried out, beginning your protests when Bucky flipped you around, your back to his chest as he shoved himself back inside of you. He pulled you up by your hair and brought his lips to your ears, his cock hitting an even deeper angle as you struggled to keep up.

“What did you call me?” He growls, not letting up his thrusts but expecting you to answer.

Your brain struggles to process his words, but once you do you’re quick to realize you let the word you often used in your fantasies about Bucky slip. You immediately apologize, thinking he must be off-put by your lewdness.

He cuts your scrambled apologies off with his heavy voice, “say it again. That’s what you’ve been really dying to call me isn’t it. Just needed Daddy to take what he needed from you didn’t you?”

“Oh fuck.” Your head falls against his chest as he wraps his bicep around your throat, forcing you upright, “yes Daddy, needed my Daddy to take care of me.” You slur out, Your hands clutching his bicep as his metal fingers begin playing expertly with your throbbing clit.

“That’s right slut, I’m your Daddy. I’m your fucking Daddy.” He impales you on his dick, his cock reaching all the rights spots as your brain truly begins to leave you, all you can do is succumb to the pleasure Bucky is inflicting on you. Your pussy clenches harder than it has before as your orgasm builds in the pit of your stomach, you try to run from it but Bucky’s strong hold doesn’t allow you to move even a slither away.

“Oh what does this little pussy clenching mean huh? Tell Daddy baby, tell Daddy what it means when I feel you clench around my cock huh? You gonna cum? Gonna make a mess all over yourself like the stupid little toy you are?” His voice is breathless in your ear as he nears his own high, your body shaking as your high begins building to impossible heights.

You slur out something that resembles his title and an exclamation that you’re gonna cum, and his metal hand slaps your clit once, and then twice, his gravelly voice in your ear degrading you, and your high explodes from your body. You feel it everywhere as you don’t register anything except for pleasure. Pleasure like you’ve never felt before. Bucky drops his forehead to your shoulder, muttering your name through clenched teeth as he calls you a good girl, before stuffing you full of his cum. Thick white ropes paint your swollen walls and it only amplifies your high as you struggle to breathe, your mind and body overwhelmed and overstimulated as Bucky pumps you full of his cum.

He gently lets you down and your limp body manages to cling onto him, needing to feel him close to you as you reel from your explosive orgasm. He shushes you, kissing your forehead, cooing at you, praising you. Everything you need to avoid experiencing a negative subdrop since he did just put you into such a submissive mindset.

It takes a couple minutes of his tender words and touches for you to come back to yourself, and when you do he smiles sweetly at you. Pulling out of you and shushing your whines, as he reaches over to his nightstand where there were a few clean hand towels, and he cleans you up, mindful of your sensitivity and he places a kiss right above your clit, his beard scratching the sensitive button making you shudder and mewl.

He wraps you up in his arms and pulling you closer, nuzzling your cheek with his nose as you blink at him.

“I was being serious you know, I don’t want this to be a one and done thing. I wanna be yours, if you’ll have me.” He adds, his voice trailing off and you put your hand on his stubbled cheek before pressing your lips to his.

“That’s all I’ve wanted since I first saw you.” You say softly, basking in being so close to him and having all his attention on you.

He smiles brightly, pressing his lips to yours with more fervour and flutters in his heart. “You’re mine now sweetie, stuck with me forever. No return policy.” He teases.

“I think you’re the one who’s stuck with me after you just dicked me down like that. No way am I getting rid of you.” You mumble sleepily, clinging to him as he smiles, pressing a kiss to your forehead and watching you slip into a dreamland state.

For the first time in years, Bucky sleeps a full eight hours. And he wakes up with you by his side.

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The next morning, when it’s 9 AM, and you waddle onto the jet, Bucky tailing close behind you, a hand on your back to support your weight, Natasha and Sam share knowing looks, and Sam quickly texts Steve and Tony. He let them know they were on their way, and they owed him and Nat 100 bucks because their plan worked.

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buckysbvtch3 · 6 months

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saw someone else do this and thought it was adorable so here is my top ten things as an attempt to get active again! 🖤

1. rainy nights

2. reading books

3. eating sushi

4. my pets 🫶

5. writing poetry and books (here included!)

6. shopping with my sister

7. listening to music at night in bed

8. getting dolled up

9. Uber drives home after a night out

10. painting and viewing art

🫶🫶🫶

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Eddie Munson and Patrick Verona are the same person and you can't convince me otherwise...

The eyes

The smile

Patrick sang and performed "Can't take my eyes off you" and in my opinion Eddie would make a great and (maybe too) emotional show with "Prisoner of your eyes" by Judas Priest.

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I read this for the first time before it was completed and I’ve now reread it start to finish and I am speechless. Again. This series is so beautifully written and the slow burn is perfect!!

10/10 work 🫶💞

twenty four hours (modern!eddie munson x fem!reader)

→ in which eddie munson and you absolutely hate each other's guts. what happens when your friends make a bet that you can't spend more than twenty four hours consecutively together?

→ tropes: enemies to lovers, forced proximity, slow burn

→ warnings: strong language, eventual smut, minors dni

→ pairings: modern!college!eddie x college!fem!reader

chapters with smut marked with *

spotify playlist.

ao3

masterlist:

PROLOGUE: A BET

HOUR ONE

HOUR TWO

HOUR THREE

HOUR FOUR

HOUR FIVE

HOUR SIX

HOUR SEVEN

HOUR EIGHT

HOUR NINE

HOUR TEN

HOUR ELEVEN*

HOUR TWELVE

HOUR THIRTEEN*

HOUR FOURTEEN

HOUR FIFTEEN

HOUR SIXTEEN

HOUR SEVENTEEN

HOUR EIGHTEEN

HOUR NINETEEN*

HOUR TWENTY

HOUR TWENTY-ONE*

HOUR TWENTY-TWO

HOUR TWENTY-THREE

HOUR TWENTY-FOUR

EPILOGUE: A BET*

"BEYOND THE HOURS" - extra content posted outside of canon 24 hours. (i.e. eddie povs, groupchat conversations that were cut, scenes mentioned in passing, etc.)

#eddie munson #twenty four hours #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson smut #eddie munson fanfic

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twenty four hours (modern!eddie munson x fem!reader)

→ in which eddie munson and you absolutely hate each other's guts. what happens when your friends make a bet that you can't spend more than twenty four hours consecutively together?

→ tropes: enemies to lovers, forced proximity, slow burn

→ warnings: strong language, eventual smut, minors dni

→ pairings: modern!college!eddie x college!fem!reader

chapters with smut marked with *

spotify playlist.

ao3

masterlist:

PROLOGUE: A BET

HOUR ONE

HOUR TWO

HOUR THREE

HOUR FOUR

HOUR FIVE

HOUR SIX

HOUR SEVEN

HOUR EIGHT

HOUR NINE

HOUR TEN

HOUR ELEVEN*

HOUR TWELVE

HOUR THIRTEEN*

HOUR FOURTEEN

HOUR FIFTEEN

HOUR SIXTEEN

HOUR SEVENTEEN

HOUR EIGHTEEN

HOUR NINETEEN*

HOUR TWENTY

HOUR TWENTY-ONE*

HOUR TWENTY-TWO

HOUR TWENTY-THREE

HOUR TWENTY-FOUR

EPILOGUE: A BET*

"BEYOND THE HOURS" - extra content posted outside of canon 24 hours. (i.e. eddie povs, groupchat conversations that were cut, scenes mentioned in passing, etc.)

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You’ve never been one for love. Especially after your last round with it. Halloween rolls around and in comes Eddie Munson. He’s only in town for a couple days, you’re looking for no strings, and chances are you’ll never see him again anyway.

Easy, right?

That is, until you end up with an unexpected party favor.

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Unexpected pregnancy. Strangers to friends to lovers. And then they were roommates. Forced proximity.

rockstar!eddie munson x pregnant!reader.

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Chapters:

Chapter One - Halloween

Chapter Two - Miscommunication

Chapter Three - Roommates

Chapter Four - Elena Munson

Chapter Five - One Bed

Chapter Six - A Date

Chapter Seven - Tumble

Chapter Eight - Feels Like

Epilogue - Golden, Like Daylight

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One thing we don’t see is any mention of Hunt’s wings and their sensitivity?!!!!

Correct me if I’m wrong but it was not mentioned in any of the smut scenes.

Illyrian wings in ACOTAR are so so sensitive and I’m hoping she will include this in CC3!

Maybe someone will mention it to her in the inner circle 👀 (even though they can barely communicate 😭)

Was anyone thinking the same?

#crescent city #CC #hunt athalar #acotar #hunt x bryce #bryce x hunt #bryce quinlan #wingplay #CC3

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buckysbvtch3 · 7 months

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A masterlist where all my works can be found :)

ALL OF MY WORK IS 18+ — MINORS DNI

works are linked oldest to newest

(*) indicates smut

(✧) indicates dark themes

- Requests/asks are always open <3 -

drabbles | other au’s

HARRY STYLES ONE SHOTS

Wedding Date (18+)*

You’re Harry’s date to a wedding; Harry’s tipsy and can’t keep his hands off of you.

Keep Quiet (18+)*

You’re spending the holidays with Harry and his family; Harry loves to cuddle in the mornings and you can't keep quiet.

EDDIE MUNSON ONE SHOTS

Hearts Aglow (18+)

You and Eddie like each other and Eddie hates carnivals; You and Eddie have a secret fling.

Summer Vacation (18+) *

You're back from college for the summer and your parent's new neighbor, Mr. Munson is hot; Eddie wants to fuck you and you want to fuck Eddie, what more can I say.

Cigarettes, Coffee, and Club-hopping (18+) *

You’re a divorce attorney in Los Angeles and your newest client is filing against famous rockstar, Eddie Munson, who is also your ex-boyfriend; You rekindle a past relationship with your clients soon-to-be ex-husband.

part two* | part three | part four

I Think We’re Alone Now (18+)*

Your band, Daughters of Vampira, and Corroded Coffin hate each other and are struggling to keep a clean image in the media; You and Eddie don’t get along, so how will you survive nine months on the road together?

Price of Fame (18+)*

You’re a writer for Rolling Stone magazine and Eddie hates the media; You’re doing a piece on Corroded Coffin and Eddie can’t stand you.

OTHER AUS

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LEE BODECKER

Good Reputation (18+) ✧ *

You get caught with a boy and need to persuade Sheriff Bodecker to not tell your parents; As the mayor's daughter you have a good reputation to keep, but at what cost?

WARNING: this is a dark fic with dark themes, don’t read this fic if you are not comfortable with it!

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NATASHA ROMANOFF

Queen Consort (18+)*

Natasha is a princess and heir to the throne and you're her lady-in-waiting; You love Natasha but how far are you willing to go for her?

WARNING: This fic has subtle hints of homophobia, and mentions of death. If this makes you uncomfortable, don’t read this fic or proceed at your own risk!

drabbles: their first i love you’s

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What song is he playing on the dragon slayer?

Please credit if you use

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Not So Accidental Invitations

Pairing: Roommate!Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Summary: Tired of ignoring your ever growing attraction to your roommate Eddie you "accidentally" send him a partial nude, his reaction is everything you had hoped it would be and more... (Modern!AU)

Word Count: 10.4k

Content Warnings: 18+ ONLY, Friends to lovers, Smut, Masturbation (both male and female), Sex toys, Oral sex (both male and female), Fingering, PIV unprotected

Author's note: The smut at the end of this fic was nearly the death of me so I hope it is worth it 🥲 - I was originally supposed to post this on Monday as it was my birthday but despite only having one scene left I just couldn't get it right. But here we are with my longest oneshot yet, if you enjoy it as much as I hope please consider leaving a comment/reblogging it really means the world ❤️

Thanks to @shybunnie20 for the idea, editing helping and general constant love and support 😘😘

Nope. Nope. Possibly that one. Immediately delete that one.

You swiped through your camera roll examining the close to a hundred photos you had just spent the entire afternoon taking as you sat on the floor of your bedroom in your lacy red panties and an oversized band tee that belonged to your roommate, Eddie. Your roommate who just happened to be the intended recipient of the photos you had just put so much effort into perfecting.

Eddie had moved in with you approximately six months prior when you mentioned to your co-worker Robin that you were going to put out an ad for a new roommate. Initially, your plan was to live by yourself after your best friend moved out and in with her boyfriend but after the first month on your own, the burden of bills became very apparent. You spent a couple of weeks surviving on a diet of ramen and came to the realisation that going solo just wasn’t going to be financially feasible for you. Robin told you that she had a friend who had just landed his first steady job and was looking to finally move out of his uncle’s one bedroom home. Upon being introduced to her friend Eddie the two of you engaged in effortless conversation. The exchange came so naturally in fact that he moved in only five days later.

At first you wondered whether it would be awkward. You had never lived with a boy before and not only was Eddie a boy but he was also a stranger. It took less than an hour for you to realise that you had been worrying about nothing. You and Eddie hit it off in an instant, he was charming, he made you laugh and he even managed to fix the leak under your bathroom sink which your landlord had been ignoring your complaints about for months. He was also very easy on the eyes. Sure he was a little messy and often played his music too loud. He set off the smoke alarm more times than normal when he was cooking himself dinner but all in all, he was proving himself to be a pretty great roommate. Maybe, just maybe, you had developed a teeny tiny crush on him. Eddie was flirtatious by nature, and you would be lying to yourself if you said that his comments didn’t occasionally set off a wave of butterflies in your stomach. You weren’t trying to make anything happen with him, you were just curious to see if he had been having the same kind of feelings towards you.

That’s how your little experiment came into play. You were going to send him a nude, nothing too explicit, but something that was clearly meant to get the recipient more than a little riled up. You would tell Eddie you had sent it to him by mistake and to delete it, he would either respect your wish and you would both move on as if nothing had happened, or he would use it to his advantage. You really hoped it would be the latter. After narrowing it down to your favourite three photos you settled on a winner, you were kneeling on your floor in front of your full length mirror, your legs spread wide enough to just make out the faint damp patch soaking the material of your underwear. The hand that wasn’t holding up your phone was crossed over your bare chest, your breasts enhanced in size as they were pushed up by your forearm, careful not to expose your nipples. Your face was partially hidden by your phone, your lips set in a soft pout while you made direct eye contact with the camera.

You opened up your messages and found Eddie’s name, you selected your photo of choice ready to send and debated whether to add a caption to tease him further. After typing and deleting several cheesy messages you settled on a simple kissy face emoji and hovered your thumb over the send button. You crept over to your bedroom door and cracked it openly silently. You could hear Eddie moving around in the kitchen as he made his dinner, you listened to the clinking of various pots and pans while he sang along to a new metal song you weren’t yet familiar with which was blasting out of the Alexa on your kitchen counter. With your heart racing in a mix of nerves and anticipation you hit send before you could talk yourself out of it. You heard the chime of his phone and the pause in his singing told you that it had gotten his attention. The loud clatter that followed as the plate he had been holding shattered against the floor confirmed that he had opened it. You counted to three and took a deep breath, putting on your best acting face you flung your door open and marched down the short hallway to the kitchen.

“Don’t open that!” you yelled in feigned panic. “That wasn’t meant for you, I’m so sorry please delete it.”

With wide eyes you covered your mouth with your hands and tried your best to look apologetic as you stood in front of your bewildered roommate. Eddie’s jaw was slack as he gawked down at his phone screen, the blush tinting his cheeks deepened by the second and when he finally glanced up at you he looked like a deer in headlights.

“Erm - Too late,” he stuttered, clearing his throat when his voice sounded more strangled than he wanted it to.

You continued to stare at him, your eyes widening even further as if to silently say ‘Well?’

“Fuck - Sorry - I’m sorry,” Eddie scrambled with his phone to get the image of you off the screen in front of him. “I’ll delete it… I’m deleting it.”

You didn’t know what you expected his reaction to be but it wasn’t this, you had never seen him this flustered before. Eddie Munson exuded the confidence of a guy that had girls falling at his feet. Given that he also fronted a remarkably talented band as a side gig, you always assumed that was exactly the case. It only occurred to you now that you’d never seen him bring anyone home before, not even for a one night stand. Eddie blew out an exasperated breath and slammed his phone down beside him, crouching down he averted his gaze and started to pick up the scattered shards of ceramic from the linoleum around his socked feet.

“Oh hey, let me help,” you fussed and kneeled down beside him to grab some of the bigger pieces.

Eddie felt light headed as your perfume invaded his senses and it was then that he noticed the sliver of red lace peeking out from beneath your shirt, or rather his shirt. The same red lace you were wearing in the photo that he knew was probably still damp with your slick. He felt his cock twitch within his boxers and became extremely self conscious when it dawned on him that he was wearing sweatpants, the last thing he needed to make this encounter even more awkward was to pop a visible boner in front of you.

“Ow - Shit!” Eddie hissed as he felt a sharp sting, in his distraction he had sliced the pad of his finger open.

“Oh my god,” you gasped as a droplet of blood spilled from the cut and ran down his finger. “Are you okay?”

“Uh huh - Yeah I just need-” Eddie was trying to desperately angle his body away from you as you continued to encroach upon his personal space.

“Seriously if you just let me -” You reached out for his bleeding hand.

“Please. Just stop!” He scolded which froze you in your tracks.

You quickly withdrew your hand as if he had burned you and hastily rose to your feet. Eddie immediately felt awful. He didn’t mean to snap at you, but the combination of your close proximity and the less-than-innocent thoughts that were plaguing the forefront of his mind caused his composure to break. Not to mention the mounting anxiety he felt at the possibility of you noticing the soon-to-be tent in his pants, you’d probably think he was a pervert if you saw it.

“Eddie I’m sorry-” you started to apologise.

“No, no don’t be,” he cut you off. “You were just trying to help.”

You watched him stand and toss the broken plate into the trash can before moving to the sink to clean his wound beneath the stream of cold water, he kept his back to you the entire time. Great, not only did your plan not work but you also managed to piss him off. He turned only his head to look at you over his shoulder, sensing you watching him uneasily.

“Really, I got this, you can go- And I’m sorry about…” he softened his voice to let you know he wasn’t mad at you as he gestured towards his phone, you must have been feeling just as embarrassed as he was.

“My mistake,” you waved a hand in dismissal before turning on your heel and heading back to your bedroom.

Eddie didn’t move once you had disappeared behind your closed door. He stood, hands braced on the edge of the sink in front of him with his eyes squeezed shut as he tried to will away the image of you in such a sultry position but it was no use, it was already burned onto the inside of his eyelids. He groaned to himself and bent forward to rest his forehead against the cool marble countertop, his fingers woven into his tangled curls as he tugged them in frustration. He couldn’t stop thinking about your curves, your pout, the smoothness of your skin, that goddamn wet patch. He couldn’t help but wonder who was lucky enough to be the real recipient of your photo. Who had the power to get you so worked up that it was visible through the material of your underwear? Eddie groaned even harder when he acknowledged that the stabbing pain in his stomach was without a doubt jealousy. He’s spent the last six months sidestepping his unyielding attraction to you. He kept himself wound tight and made sure to avoid any actions that could jeopardise your relationship as roommates and friends. In a matter of minutes you had managed to unravel him. It wasn’t until the faint smell of burning interrupted his self deprecating internal monologue that he realised his dinner was burning.

“Shit!” Eddie blurted, snapping out of his trance to slide across the kitchen floor and yank open the oven door.

Eddie coughed as he accidentally inhaled a face full of smoke that quickly filled the kitchen. Snatching up the oven mitts he quickly turned off the oven and pulled out his charred dinner, dropping it on the countertop irritably. He leaned over and grabbed the nearest dish towel, desperately swatting at the air in an attempt to get the smoke to disperse.

Eddie winced, his hands instinctively covering his ears as the shrill blaring of the smoke alarm rang through your apartment.

“Not again,” he groaned through another cough, tears pooling at his lash line in the grey haze of the kitchen.

He ran down the hall and jumped up aiming to reach the reset button on the alarm. You sat in your room and did your best not to burst into laughter as you heard him struggle to silence the deafening chirping.

“Shut the fuck up!” He barked in annoyance. “Stupid piece of shit!”

“It’s just saving our lives!” You called out from behind your closed door once the blaring had finally ceased.

“There was no fire!” He yelled back in response before he grabbed his frayed grey bath towel from his room and ducked into the bathroom.

What he needed right now was to cool off with a cold shower. Fuck dinner, he’d lost his appetite anyway and he knew you’d eaten before he had gotten home from work. He would tidy the kitchen in the morning when his mind was no longer foggy.

You spent the next half an hour moping in your bedroom assuming that your plan hadn’t worked out. You knew it was a possibility and had convinced yourself that you had nothing to lose if Eddie didn’t reciprocate your crush. In reality, you were processing the blow your self esteem had just taken. You just hoped you hadn’t made him too uncomfortable, you couldn’t bear it if he now felt weird in your presence.

You busied yourself in an attempt to take your mind off the entire situation. While rearranging your closet to be colour coordinated you were absent mindedly singing along to a song that had been stuck in your head all day. The sound of the bathroom door opening and Eddie’s bedroom door slamming shut had your stomach sinking all over again, you must have really upset him. You contemplated checking on him, maybe offering a more genuine apology would make things less awkward in the morning. After a moment of pondering you decided it was best for him to sleep on it, leaving him be you returned to softly humming along to the tune in your head.

Eddie flopped down on his squeaky mattress feeling no better than he had before his ice cold shower. Not only was he still overwhelmed but his aching hard-on had yet to subside. While he stood under the cool stream of water Eddie considered doing a little bit of self-maintenance to solve the very prominent problem he was dealing with. But instead he chose to suffer, knowing he would feel guilty if he jacked off imagining your photo while you sat right across the hall oblivious to his sinful activity. He hadn’t looked at the picture of your partially naked body since the shit show in the kitchen but now that his phone was next to him on his nightstand it was calling out to him, a siren’s song luring him to inevitable disaster. He had deleted the picture from his messages while you were standing in front of him, but Eddie’s phone was also set to have any images saved to his camera roll automatically, if he opened up his photos it would still be there.

He knew it was wrong, you were his friend and you trusted him, but as his fingers fiddled with the plain plastic case covering his phone the temptation became too much. Just one more peek he told himself, just one moment of pure self indulgence before he deleted it for good. Swallowing any feelings of remorse Eddie pulled up the photo once again. His heart rate immediately kicked up as his eyes zeroed in on the swell of your chest. Despite how much of you he had already mistakenly witnessed he was greedy in wishing that your arm wasn’t covering your nipples, he wanted to know what you looked like wholly.

He imagined that it was his palms pushing them so high rather than your forearm. What kind of sounds would you make if his skin was touching yours? If he pinched your nipple between his thumb and index finger, would your back arch needily into his touch? Would you gasp or would you moan? Would you say his name?

Eddie glanced down at the towel that was still wrapped around his hips, his cock hard and straining against the cotton which threatened to fall open at the slightest twist of his hips. He cursed himself for not taking care of it whilst he was in the shower. As lovely as your apartment was there had always been one thing that made living with another person a slight inconvenience, the walls were extremely thin. It didn’t help that your room was set up so that your bed was directly adjacent to his on the opposite side of the wall.

Eddie listened to you singing along to some tune that he couldn’t decipher, you must have had your headphones on. This was his chance to get it out of his system while you wouldn’t be able to hear him. He could be quiet, this wasn’t his first rodeo.

He trailed his free hand down the length of his bare torso, a soft groan rumbled in his throat as he cupped his aching length. He played with himself as his eyes returned to his phone, his gaze roaming lower over your soft stomach. He tried to picture what your velvety skin would feel like against his lips as he descended your body, kissing his way lower and lower until he reached the real treasure hidden beneath the damp, red lace.

“Fuck,” he whispered as he gave himself one last gentle squeeze.

With his finger hooked beneath the towel he tugged until it fell open, his cock springing upwards towards his tensed abdomen. His body trembled when he wrapped his fingers around the base, imagining your hand in place of his own he worked himself steadily. Would you set the same pace that he usually did? Eddie only had one setting when it came to touching himself, merciless and eager for any kind of friction that would quickly bring him to his climax. Or would you take your time with him? Experiment with the pressure of your touch as you carefully studied what his body reacted to the most. Your hands were smaller than his, dainty and delicate in comparison to his muscular, veiny ones. He knew he could experience so much more from your caresses, knew you could melt him into a puddle as you edged him with languid and careful strokes. Lost in his fantasies Eddie impatiently reached into the drawer of his nightstand where he kept the bottle of lotion he regularly used as lube.

With your closet in order you decided next to paint your toenails. You had halted your singing as you made yourself comfortable in the centre of your double bed with your choice of polish in hand. You were leaning forward over your bent knee ready to paint when a sound made you freeze on the spot. Was that a moan? You jumped up towards the head of your bed and eagerly squished your ear flat against the wall separating your room from Eddie’s. For a few moments there was nothing but silence, you wondered if your mind had been so caught up in Eddie that you had imagined it. Right as you were about to chide yourself for being so nosey you heard it again. Quieter this time, the softest little “Mmph..”, but unmistakable nonetheless. Your stomach flipped as you realised he was jacking off. You knew he must have done it countless times since moving in here but you had never heard it with your own ears until now. What a coincidence it happened to be the same day you tried to inconspicuously seduce him.

Eddie hadn’t noticed that your side of the shared wall had fallen silent. He was oblivious to his surroundings, too focused on the glide of his fist over sensitive flesh while staring at the pretty little pout your lips wore in the photo. His stomach quivered as he pictured them parting, accepting the weight of him heavy on your tongue while your head bobbed in time with his avid thrusts. His toes curled as he picked up the pace, a strangled whine escaping his throat as his thumb glided over his swollen, leaking tip. The sounds of his pumping fist echoed louder and wetter now, precum mixing with the lotion to provide sufficient lubrication. Eddie was fighting to keep his eyes from fluttering shut in bliss, determined to not waste a second of the time he had to look at you before having to get rid of your picture.

“O- ohh,” Eddie stuttered, no longer caring about trying to stay completely silent. “Oh my - fuuuck.”

You had emerged from your room to hear him more clearly, cautious not to position yourself directly in front of his door in case he caught sight of your shadow. You found a spot, one you deemed safe, and perched yourself against the wall. You blushed at the sounds of his laboured pants and sinful grunts, not thinking as you allowed your thighs to squeeze together in an attempt to somewhat alleviate the throb situating itself between them. Was he pleasuring himself to your picture? Maybe he wasn’t being honest when he told you he was deleting it, you hoped he wasn’t. Maybe he had and he was just imagining it, you thought of his big brown eyes squeezed shut tight as he tried to recall every little detail he’d seen of your body. Maybe he wasn’t getting off to you at all, he could’ve just been watching porn on his phone. You were about to let your feelings of discouragement take over again when you heard it. Your name. He whimpered your name huskily followed by a string of incoherent expletives.

“Jesus fucking christ… Mmmph… Baby, bab- ohhh.”

Eddie felt his balls begin to tighten as his hips started to jerk, involuntarily chasing his fist. His grip around his cock tightened as his impending orgasm made itself known in the form of a tingle at the base of his spine. Through gritted teeth Eddie growled fiercely as he came, head thrown back into his pillow he fought the roar from deep in his chest as he rode out the most earth shattering high.

“Oh shit, oh shit,” he panted hard, his body shaking when he glanced down at the pearlescent mess he had made across his stomach and chest.

Tossing his phone beside him on the comforter Eddie ran his hands down his blush tinted face. ‘Great,’ he thought. ‘Might as well get straight back in the shower.’

Your brain felt as clouded as Eddie’s had as you reeled from probably the hottest thing you had ever heard in your life. Now you needed a little self care of your own and the last ten minutes would absolutely be the soundtrack. You heard the bed springs creak behind his bedroom door and scrambled back to your own before he caught you eavesdropping and thought you were a pervert. Back in the safety of your room you bit your lip in giddiness with the knowledge that your little scheme had been successful. Eddie wanted you. He wanted you the same way that you had been wanting him for months and now that you had that confirmation, it was time to move onto phase two of your plan to seduce him.

Eddie was woken the next morning by the sound of your singing carrying down the small hallway to his bedroom. He groaned as he rolled onto his back, his closed fists rubbing harshly against his bleary eyes. He squinted against the rays of sunshine pouring in through the gaps in his broken blinds, your voice slowly waking his sleepy mind one sweetly sung word at a time. A small smile graced the edges of his lips until it dawned on him exactly what you were singing. The events of the night before came rushing back to him and his stomach sank with the guilt of it. He prayed that he would be able to compose himself enough in your presence that it wouldn’t be totally obvious that you had been the only thing on his mind for the entire night. He still hadn’t deleted your photo.

He stretched out his aching limbs, grunts of relief escaping his throat with each crack of his spine. Grabbing the first clean t-shirt from his top dresser drawer and his discarded sweatpants from his bedroom floor he made himself decent and prepared to face you.

He opened his door and was hit with the sweet smell of pancakes, a Sunday morning ritual. His bare feet padded softly down the hall until he met you in the kitchen, his ruined dinner from the night before nowhere in sight.

“Morning,” Eddie said softly, his voice still raspy and laced with sleep.

You jumped slightly, not having heard him approach.

“Morning,” you returned without even looking at him.

“You didn’t have to clean that up,” he gestures towards the countertop where his former mess had been. “Swear I was gonna do it before you woke up - Sorry.”

“It’s okay,” you shrugged, still keeping your eyes on the pan in front of you. “Needed the kitchen.”

‘Okay,’ Eddie thought. ‘This feels fucking awkward.’

He leaned his shoulder against the doorframe and watched you plate your breakfast. His eyes narrowed as you smothered it in your chosen toppings, why were you not talking to him? After grabbing some cutlery from the drawer by your hip you picked up your plate and turned to leave the kitchen, looking at Eddie for the first time that morning you gave him a tight lipped smile as you pushed past him and disappeared back into your own room.

You hadn’t made him any pancakes. Not that Eddie expected you to make him breakfast. He was perfectly capable of pouring himself a bowl of cereal, but this was the first time since he moved in that you hadn’t offered him pancakes on a Sunday morning. Were you still embarrassed about him accidentally seeing you in such a vulnerable position? The thought of that possibility made him feel like even more of a creep for not only keeping the photo, but using it to jack off with you in the next room. Oh fuck - What if you heard him? No, no, no you can’t have heard him. He was quiet, wasn’t he? Sure, maybe he got a little lost in the thought of you sucking his soul out through his dick but he wasn’t loud. He definitely didn’t say your name. Nope, definitely not. Shit.

Eddie was starting to panic. He was second guessing what had slipped out of his mouth in the heat of the moment and the fact you might have heard him, or probably did hear him if your behaviour this morning was anything to go by, was making him feel sick. What if you wanted him to move out? How mortifying would it be for him to go crawling back to Wayne and explaining he needed to move back in because he was a degenerate that couldn’t control himself around his cute roommate. Oh God, what if you mentioned something to Robin? What if you asked her why she had recommended such a weirdo to move in with you? Then she would surely tell Steve, soon after all of his friends would know and he’d be a laughing stock. By this point Eddie’s heart was in his throat and his palms were sweating profusely, he had to force himself to breathe and stop overthinking it. He didn’t know for sure that you had heard anything, maybe you just didn’t feel like being social this morning. He decided his best course of action was to just stay out of your way for the rest of the day and hope by tomorrow it had all blown over.

So that’s exactly what Eddie did. You barely bumped into him all afternoon, Sunday was the one day that you were both guaranteed to be off work together. Usually the day would be spent in easy company, both of you occupying the living area. He would practise a little guitar while you sat and read a book, you’d watch a couple of episodes of whatever TV show you had been binge watching together recently. Sometimes he’d fire up his Playstation and you’d laugh as you watched him get himself riled up at a particularly difficult part, so much so you would have to force him to take a breather before he broke something. It was the one day a week you always ate dinner together. But not today. Eddie hadn’t left his bedroom since your uncomfortable encounter at breakfast. You heard him emerge a handful of times to use the bathroom but each time he would disappear too quickly for you to grab his attention.

You had meant to play it cool this morning, act like nothing had happened the night before but maybe you had overdone it. Now you were worried that you had come across too cold, you felt guilty for not making him pancakes like you always did. You knew how anxious he got sometimes and you just hoped you hadn’t freaked him out too much. Did he suspect you of eavesdropping on him last night and think you were mad at him? You had planned to draw out your plan of seduction a little longer but maybe it was time you made things even, it was only fair.

Eddie had grabbed as many snacks and cans of soda he could carry in preparation for a day shut alone in his room. Then after the growl of his stomach reminded him he hadn’t eaten since he was at work the day before he returned to grab more before you reappeared with your empty breakfast dishes. He spent the entire day keeping himself occupied, luckily he had a lot of planning to do for his next campaign which served as a successful distraction. While hours had passed without him giving you much thought there was still the lingering feeling of guilt, deep in his chest that he was unable to shake off.

Any time he needed to leave his room to make a quick trip to the bathroom he lingered by his door for a few moments, listening extra carefully to make sure he couldn’t hear you moving around outside before he made a run for it. He would have to settle on something microwaveable for his dinner, something that would only take minutes to cook whilst you were in the shower. He would wait until he heard the rush of the running water to make his move and be back in his safe haven without you even knowing he had surfaced. Eddie wondered if he was being ridiculous, was going out of his way to make sure he didn’t face you even once the entire day making things so much worse? Then he remembered how dismissive you had been of him at breakfast and decided that he definitely didn’t want to experience that again.

By the time Eddie heard the bathroom door close and the shower faucet come to life it was almost 11PM. He counted to sixty to allow time for you to get under the water, then with his unsatisfied stomach gurgling he darted to the kitchen. He shoved his frozen mac and cheese into the microwave and watched the timer count down each painful second as if he could magically make it go faster if he just stared hard enough. With his fork at the ready he yanked open the door the instant it started beeping and dumped the piping hot mush into a bowl before scarpering back to the safety of his room.

You rolled your eyes at the sound of Eddie’s heavy footsteps bounding down the hall, if he was trying to be sneaky about leaving his room he was doing a terrible job at it. You were tired of him avoiding you now, whether it was for his benefit or your own you were struggling to figure out but either way you had to make it stop. As the steaming water ran down your body you let your mind wander to the night before. You had been thinking of the heavenly sounds that drifted through the cheap plywood door, the desperate little whines and whimpers that Eddie was clearly trying and failing to hold in, the way your name sounded as it slipped from his lips right before he came. You pictured him lying back on his black and white chequered bedsheets, his thick ring clad fingers pumping his stiff cock. You knew he probably wasn’t wearing his rings having been fresh out of the shower but in your fantasies, he was always wearing them. Wait, you told yourself as you resisted the urge to reach between your legs to appease the ache blossoming in your core. Stick to the plan.

Back in your room you rifled through your underwear drawer to pick out a matching set, another lacey get up that made you feel extra cute. After spritzing yourself with your favourite perfume you turned off your lights until your room was bathed in only the soft glow from the small bedside lamp on your nightstand. You put on a bit of music, slow but hardly audible, just enough to set the mood. After the finishing touch of burning a few vanilla scented candles your classic self seduction set up was complete. You pressed your ear to the wall to see if you could hear any movement from Eddie but were met with complete silence, you only hoped he hadn’t already fallen asleep.

You made yourself comfortable, reaching into your nightstand you pulled out your favourite vibrator and lay back against your pillow. Closing your eyes you let your thoughts wander back to the scene you had been picturing in the shower, fingertips softly glide over your skin, already tingling with the anticipation of what you hoped was going to happen tonight. You wondered if Eddie still had your photo, it sounded like he had put it to good use and you could only hope he wanted to revisit it again. Was the reason he had been in hiding all day because he wanted to avoid another confrontation or was it because he couldn’t look at you without seeing you almost naked?

You kept your underwear on, not wanting to get too carried away while you were still on your own, but with your patience dwindling faster than you had expected your thumb eagerly flipped the switch on the vibrator. Keeping the speed low to begin with your breath hitched with excitement as the light buzzing filled your room. With one hand palming your breasts over cups of your bra you dragged the silicone toy over your skin, imagining it was Eddie’s touch electrified. You teased the lace edges of your panties, squirming beneath the vibrations as your pussy begged you for attention.

Eddie’s ears pricked up the instant he heard the gentle buzz from your side of the wall. Oh you’ve got to be fucking kidding me he thought. He tossed the book he had been reading carelessly to the side, not bothered about losing his place as he knelt by his headboard and pressed his ear just above it. Were you doing what he thought you were doing? The soft little whimpers and sighs he could just about make out told him that yes, you were doing exactly what he thought. He didn’t know you had a vibrator, he’d never heard you use it before now. Were you trying to punish him for the night before?

Eddie backed away from the wall the second he felt the stirring in his sweatpants. No, no, no we’re not doing this again. He jumped off his bed and paced his floor, messy curls in disarray as he tried to shake the image of you pleasuring yourself out of his head. His attempt was futile as the whirring of the toy only got louder. Were you trying to kill him? He eyed up his headphones lying on top of his desk, he should just put them on. That’s what he should do, just put them on and turn his music up loud enough that it drowned out any sound that could tempt him. But Eddie didn’t walk towards his desk, instead his feet took him towards his door.

He turned the handle and pulled the door open just a crack, he listened carefully but found that your sounds were somehow more muffled than when he was shut in his room. He opened it fully and stuck his head out, his body acting like he had no control as he crept closer to your room. He avoided the squeaky floorboard that he knew was right outside and suddenly his body was practically pressed against your door. Fuck. Eddie could smell the vanilla candles along your perfume and his head was starting to spin. He listened to your little “oh”s and “ah”s and knew that he was screwed, there’s no way he wasn’t taking care of the tent in his pants without thinking about you again tonight.

Your hips bucked against the air, your pussy aching to be filled as you pressed the vibrator against your clit, your greedy thumb edging the speed setting higher and higher with each passing minute. You almost forgot about the show you were supposed to be putting on, too caught up in the sensations your head lulled to the side, eyes screwed shut. It wasn’t until they fluttered open again that you were reminded of the reason you were doing this. Eddie. He was outside your door, apparently in his lust filled haze he wasn’t as mindful as you when it came to the little things like his shadow being visible beneath the gap.

Your stomach flipped and your heart stuttered, the excitement only growing knowing that your plan was working once again and he was listening to every sound you made. You pulled the toy away before you were too far gone, without switching it off so he wouldn’t think you had stopped, you reached for your phone. Right beneath the picture which started this whole thing you typed out your message and quickly hit send.

Eddie almost had a heart attack when his phone chimed, it was almost comical how far into the air he jumped to the point it slipped out of his pocket and clattered to the floor beside him. Shit. Shit. Shit. Fuck, there’s no way you’re gonna let him keep living here now. This is what he gets for being a pervert. Eddie tried to slow his heart rate as the mortification of being caught again set in. He desperately tried to think of a way he could pass it off as a coincidence, that he was simply walking past your room to the kitchen when his phone went off. He picked up the phone to see who the fucker that dropped him in it was and froze when he saw your name accompanied by just two words that made his jaw drop.

‘Help me’

Surely you didn’t mean help help, Eddie had never been that lucky. If that’s what you truly meant then he must be dreaming. His thumbs hovered over the keyboard as he tried to decide if he should reply or just open your door. His anxiety got the better of him, somehow convincing him that your very obvious signals were a figment of his imagination and he settled on the former. You bit your lip and giggled to yourself as you watched the speech bubble appear and disappear a hundred times over. When his reply finally popped up you wanted to bang your head against the wall.

‘With what?’

Eddie waited nervously for the bubble that indicated you were typing, it only appeared for a fraction of a second before your next message appeared and his heart skipped once again.

‘Please’

That was all Eddie needed to finally accept that this was really happening, that you had been thinking about him the same way he was thinking about you. He typed out a quick ‘Ok’ and counted out sixty seconds in his head, as if delaying his entering would somehow convince you he hadn’t been hanging outside eavesdropping. Flexing his fingers to try and shake off the slight tremor in hand he reached out to slowly open your bedroom door.

“Jesus Christ,” he muttered under his breath when he took in the sight of you laying back in the centre of your bed, legs crossed at the ankles and propped up on your elbows.

You waited patiently for Eddie to process what he was seeing. He knew he shouldn’t stare but he couldn’t stop his eyes from raking over your body, he couldn’t believe that just 24 hours earlier he was seeing this through his phone screen and now you were here right in front of his eyes. You watched him gawk at you with wide eyes and parted lips. Your own gaze travelled the length of his lean figure, you had to bite your lip to suppress the smirk brought on by the sight of his obvious erection. Arching your knees you grinned at him softly, spreading your legs to reveal the damp spot between them. Eddie gulped, almost choking when he realised how dry his mouth had become. His brain suddenly reminded him to stop making an ass of himself and move, mentally slapping himself out of his trance he forced his feet to carry him forward. It felt as if every nerve in his body was alive as he crawled along your mattress and settled himself between your legs, careful to not touch you just yet he hovered above you.

“You really want this?” he asked breathlessly, praying that you wouldn’t take the last chance he was giving you to change your mind.

You leaned further forward on your elbows until your face was inches from his own, flicking the off switch on your vibrator you placed it on the bed beside you before you answered him.

“So fucking bad.”

Eddie growled as his plush lips crashed against yours, your fingers instantly threaded into his soft locks desperate to hold him close to you. He wasted no time deepening the kiss, revelling in the feel of you as your tongue glided against his. You whined into his mouth as he let his full weight press you down into the mattress, his hips needily rutting against your heat.

“Need you,” he breathed against your lips.

Your ankles locked around his waist, your heels digging into his ass to encourage his wild thrusts against the place you were craving him most. With the deliciously hard outline of his cock rubbing so blissfully along your need you writhed beneath him. Your hands wandered his body, frantically grabbing any part of him you could reach. Snagging the hem of his shirt with your fingers you ripped it up over his body, he huffed a breathless laugh at your eagerness when it got caught around his neck.

“Easy, easy,” he warned gently, slowly untangling his limbs from yours so he could lean up to pull the shirt over his head.

Starved for his touch you followed him upright, your lips attacking the softness of his belly. With his shirt gone he was infatuated as he watched you kiss your way down the light trail of hair below his navel. He groaned when your head continued lower, his body physically shuddering as the bridge of your nose nuzzled his already aching cock. He had to pull himself out of his captivation before he was unable to tell you to stop, his thumb caressed your cheekbone softly pulling you from his crotch.

“Not until I taste you first,” he leaned down to press his lips to yours, quickly pulling back and smiling when you chased him for more. “Been dreaming’ of doin’ this every fucking night.”

Moving his hand to your shoulder he guided you to lay back on your pillows and quickly slid down your body until his head was between your spread legs. His hands gripped the underside of your thighs and pulled you down towards his face.

“Mmmm,” he hummed as he admired the wet spot now noticeably larger than when he walked in.

Your hips jolted upwards when you felt him trace along your slit with his index finger, tickling you with his featherlight touch. His button nose nuzzled you tenderly, mimicking what you had been doing to him before he interrupted. Eddie felt himself getting lightheaded as he inhaled your scent, his own hips bucking with primal need against your mattress as he let his desire take over.

His fingers hooked into the elastic of your underwear, using your heels you lifted your hips to assist him with removing them before he could ask for permission. He peeled off the flimsy lace, sticking for a moment to the heat at your core. Tossing them over his shoulder he placed a line of damp kisses along the inside of both your thighs. You were practically vibrating with anticipation by the time he delved in.

To say he knocked the breath out of your lungs the moment his tongue pushed between your folds was an understatement. If you weren’t already lying down you would have buckled at the knees, his slow purposeful licks along your entrance ripping from you a moan that reverberated in his ears.

You almost whined at the loss of the warm wetness pushing into your entrance until one long lick upwards had him settling at your clit. With the tip of his tongue flicking at your sensitive bud his strong hands gripped beneath your ass, squeezing the flesh of your cheeks to smother his face further into your cunt.

He was messy, hungry, drunk on the taste of your arousal. His unruly curls tickled the inside of your thighs as he shook his head back and forth between them, the rumble of his own moans resonating deep in your core. He pulled one hand from beneath you and brought them to your dripping entrance.

“Fuck Eddie!” You cried as he pushed two fingers deep into your pussy. “Oh my - fuck.”

You couldn’t believe how full you felt just from his fingers. The pressure of your impending orgasm rising in the pit of your stomach as he fucked them into you at a brutal pace. You could feel him smirking against your clit as he rejoiced in the feel of your walls clenching around his digits rapidly.

“Gonna soak my face, pretty girl?” He purred as he came up for air. “Don’t get all shy on me now huh, I wanna hear you fucking scream.”

Your eyes rolled back into your skull as he dived back in, the flick of his tongue twice as fast as before. The filthy wet sounds of his fingers stroking your g-spot echoed through your room and before you knew it your release was ripping through you like wildfire. Your entire body tensed as you sobbed his name, the grip you had on his hair tightened painfully and it only made him roll his own hips harder.

“Eddie, Eddie, Eddie, Eddie…” You repeated his name like a mantra as your soul returned to your trembling body.

Eddie gave your clit one last kiss before he removed his fingers and sat back on his heels. He looked feral as he beamed down at you. His face shone with the evidence of the earth shattering climax he’d just given you, his hair was a mess and sticking to his sweaty forehead, the warm chocolate brown of his irises almost completely black.

Despite feeling weak you still burned for him in your post orgasm haze, especially when he started to push his sweatpants down over his hips. Your mouth started to fill with saliva as you watched his cock spring up from the confines of his boxers and bob in the air up by his stomach. He was so fucking beautiful. You already knew from the outline of his erection that he was well endowed, but now that you were seeing him in the flesh you couldn’t wait to feel the underside of his velvety shaft glide across your tongue.

Raising to your knees in front of him you reached for his hands. Eddie took them, enveloping your fingers in his much larger ones and leaned down to capture you in a kiss. You giddily accepted, sighing as you tasted yourself on his tongue your head started to feel hazy again. Untangling your fingers from his you reached up to cup his rosy cheeks, his hands settling on your waist and pulling you closer. The pit of desire in your lower belly stirred once again as his hardness pressed prominently into your hip.

Without moving your mouth off of his you encouraged him to switch places with you, dotingly guiding him to sit back against your pillows. Eddie’s eyelids fluttered closed, a hum of content passing his lips as your kisses now travelled the length of his jaw and down the tender flesh of his neck. He hissed as you nipped playfully at his collarbone and continued south towards his groin.

You had never wanted to suck a dick so badly but with Eddie’s sticky red tip, leaking blots of precum you craved the bitter taste of him flooding your mouth. Eddie hissed as you ran your palm up the length of his member, painfully swollen and begging for any form of friction.

“Oh shit this is happening,” he whimpered above you. “This is really fucking happening.”

You smiled at the sweetness of it, his chin was still shining from the way he devoured your pussy only two minutes before and yet he couldn’t believe you were about to return the favour. That you were on your knees and dying to worship him the same way he had you. Eddie gasped when your tongue ran along his fully hard shaft. Taking his tip between your lips you swirled your tongue around his slit before greedily taking him to the back of your throat.

Eddie didn’t realise how far gone he already was until he felt the warmth of your mouth engulf him whole. You choked slightly as your nose almost touched the dark thatch of curls at his base but breathed through it when you listened to the guttural moan that tore from his throat. His hands threaded into your hair on either side of your head to hold you in place, not forceful but encouraging.

He began to softly rock his hips in time with the bob of your head. With the power of speech lost on him Eddie felt the all too familiar rush of his climax beginning to rise and quickly used his grip on your hair to pull you away from him.

“Fuck I’m sorry,” he babbled breathlessly, foreheads brought together as his nose nuzzled the apple of your cheek, his thumbs rubbing gentle circles to your temple in case he had tugged your hair too hard. “M’sorry I was gonna cum.”

“I wanna see you cum,” you pleaded just as breathlessly with a sloppy kiss pressed to his lips. “Please Eddie I wanna make you cum.”

“C’mere,” he whined, tapping your thighs in a signal to straddle him.

You grabbed his shoulders for leverage and did as instructed while he fumbled with the clasp of your bra. With his frustration evident, you batted his hands away and popped it open yourself. Eddie wasted no time ripping the straps down your arms and taking your nipple into his mouth, groaning as you reached between you to grasp his cock in your fist. You teased him as you slid the head through your heat gathering your slick. He released your nipple with a wet pop and looked up at you with his lust-blown orbs.

“Do we need a condom?” He asked, pulling himself out from under your spell long enough to be sensible.

To his relief you shook your head.

“Ready?” You asked, voice shaking with need.

His head nodded wildly, your forehead rested against his to stop the movements and your eyes locked with his as you slowly sank down his length. You both gasped at the same time, your gazes never breaking as the burn of his cock stretching you left you equally breathless.

“Oh my god.. you’re so fuckin’ tight,” Eddie’s voice was strained as he worked to control himself.

“Eddie…” you whined, faces so close your breath tickled his skin. “So full.”

He wrapped his arms around you to pull your chest flush with his, one hand holding you securely in position around your waist whilst the other found purchase on the back of your head. With your bodies pressed so closely together it was awkward to set an even rhythm but you rocked your hips together best you could. His tip was deep inside you and you squirmed against the dull ache as your body continued to adjust to his size.

“You okay?” He asked filled with concern as he felt your brow crease deeply against his own.

“Mmhm,” you reassured him, never breaking eye contact while you held his face in your hands. “You feel so, so good.”

Eddie couldn’t remember a time he had been treated with such tenderness, especially during sex but he knew you were different, had known from the moment he met you that you were destined to be more than just roommates.

You adjusted the angle of your hips while Eddie continued to buck into you, seeking out the spot you knew would bring you to edge faster than any other. You froze when you found it, a curse leaving your lips as your walls pulsed around his cock.

“Oh fuck… right there baby?” Eddie chuckled as you started to bounce in his lap, your hips now moving of their own accord desperately seeking that jolt of pleasure as he brushed your spot over and over.

Frustrated that he couldn’t move as easily as he wanted, Eddie squeezed your hip and attempted to shift your position.

“Eddie!” You cried in exasperation as he thwarted your imminent orgasm.

“I know, I know I’m sorry,” he panted, tapping a kiss to your lips in apology.

You let him manoeuvre you until you laid flat on your back, legs falling open easily to welcome him back where he belonged in that moment. Gripping his length he gave your clit a quick tap, delighted in the way it made you squirm before he hastily re-entered you. With the freedom to move as he wished Eddie began to piston his hips at a brutal pace. You were practically weeping as you reached for him, while the new speed and angle was sending you dizzy you missed the feeling of his skin pressed to yours.

Eddie leaned forward at your request, hovering over you as he braced his weight on either side of your head. You growled as you dug your heels into his tailbone, still not totally satisfied you reached around his hips to grab two handfuls of his gorgeous ass in an attempt to take him deeper, you wanted him so deep it felt like he was splitting you open.

Eddie felt like he was going to explode at any moment, with the way you were acting almost ravenous for his cock and the fact that he had been walking the precipice since the moment he entered your room he was surprised he had managed to last this long as it was. Desperate to feel you cum for him one more time he leaned back to grab the discarded vibrator from your bedsheet, with no patience left in either of you for teasing he flicked the switch to a high setting and held it firmly against your clit.

“Oh my god!” You screamed, head thrown back into your pillow as his cock continued to thrust in and out of you at a brutal pace. “Eddie, Eddie baby… Gonna cum.”

“Oh yeah, you're gonna cum?” Eddie grunted, teeth gritted as he fought off his own orgasm, the vibrations from your toy travelling through your core and along his dick. “Give it to me sweetheart give me everything - From the moment I first laid eyes on you I knew I was fucked - Oh I’m so close fuck, fuck, fuck fuuuck…”

All it took was a few more strokes against your spot as he pounded into you before the dam broke. Your nails bit into the skin of his forearm as your release crashed over you wave after wave. If Eddie hadn’t been so close to breaking point before, the feeling of your pussy clenching down rhythmically around his cock would have driven him there in an instant.

The tightness in his muscles snapped and his cum painted your walls in sharp spurts. The whimpering moan that slipped from his lips would have embarrassed him under any other circumstances but in that moment the electric pleasure that coursed through his veins made it hard to care. He was pulled back to Earth by the feel of you trying to push the vibrator away from your sensitive clit, the overstimulation becoming too much as Eddie was frozen in place.

“Sorry, fuck sorry,” he mewled, clicking flicking the off switch before he collapsed fully on top of you.

You squealed as his weight pushed you down into the mattress, your legs wrapped around his hips keeping him inside you while your arms encircled his shoulders.

“Eddie…” you cooed sweetly into the crown of his head, your fingers gently combing back strands of damp hair which stuck to his face. “Eddie…”

He tilted his head up to look at you, the dopey, lovesick grin that stretched the corners of his lips did nothing to slow your racing heart. He planted one, two, three kisses to the centre of your chest before mustering the strength to roll off of you. You pouted at the loss as you felt his dick slip out of you. Eddie flopped onto his back and patted his chest.

“C’mere baby,” he sighed, pulling you into an embrace. “Just wanna hold you.”

You scooched forward and lay your head next to the demon tattoo on his left pec.

“Did you mean what you said?” you asked, panting slightly as you still tried to catch your breath. “About when you first saw me?”

“That I knew I was fucked? Yeah I meant it,” Eddie chuckled softly. “You’ve been driving me crazy for six whole months.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah, I erm - I’ve thought about you a lot, you know when I -” he awkwardly reached down and made a jacking off motion with his hand, you pressed your lips together to suppress a giggle. “Last night wasn’t the first time.”

“Ah so I did hear correctly then,” you teased, your laugh this time escaping as you watched the blush creep up his cheeks.

Eddie internally cringed when he realised you had never confirmed that you had been listening to him.

“It’s okay,” you reassured him casually. “I thought about you too.”

“Sure you did,” he scoffed.

You rolled over to reach down the side of your bed and snatch up the discarded t-shirt you had stolen from him, you tossed it behind you so it landed on his chest.

“Remember the weekend you went away on that fishing trip with Wayne?” you watched as he curiously picked up his shirt, only nodding when he realised you were waiting for an answer. “Well I stole that from you cause it smelled of you the strongest.”

“You went smelling all my shirts?”

“Yes,” you admitted confidently. “Then I took that one back to my room and buried my face in it while I humped my pillow.”

Eddie almost died at your lascivious confession. His face was a picture as the redness tinting his cheeks deepened, his eyes growing impossibly wide. You would have given anything to be able to hear his thoughts in that moment.

“I have your panties,” he blurted out suddenly.

“What?” you shrieked out in disbelief.

“I didn’t steal ‘em though,” he side-eyed you sheepishly. “They musta got mixed up with my laundry and I just didn’t tell you.”

“The black mesh ones with the little white daisies?”

“Uh huh.”

“Eddie!” you scolded as you swatted his arm playfully. “Those are my favourite pair. I've been looking for them for like a month!”

“Finders Keepers,” he shrugged, a cheeky smirk tugged at his lips.

“Perv,” you taunted.

“Hey, they were clean,” he refuted. “And I didn’t do anything with them, you are the pervert here.”

You narrowed your eyes at him in a scowl and he copied you. You stayed that way in a stand off until it was you that finally broke, your lips twitching into a smile as you couldn’t hold your laughter in any longer. Eddie quickly followed suit, through his giggles he cast aside his shirt once again he pulled you close so your head rested on his chest above his heart.

“I really didn’t think you liked me that way,” he muttered into the crown of your hair, his tone more serious once the snickers had subsided. “You know when I first moved in here I used to parade around in my towel after my shower on purpose just to see if you’d ever check me out. Was kinda bummed after a couple of weeks and I hadn’t caught you looking.”

“Oh I was checking you out,” you affirmed with a smile. “I’m just way more subtle than you.”

“If I’m not subtle then what was the need for your little experiment?” he challenged.

He had you there, unable to think of a decent comeback you rolled your eyes and let him take the win. He snorted a laugh and squeezed his arms around you tightly, you buried your face into his pale skin and indulged in finally being this close to him.

“What happens now?” you asked without looking up at him, your words muffled by his chest.

“Huh?” he asked, removing one hand from your waist to force you to lift your chin up.

“I said what happens now? I mean we are still roommates, does everything stay the same?”

“I hope not,” he frowned. “You gonna let me take you out?”

“Like a date?”

“Yeah like a date. I actually wanted to surprise you since your birthday’s coming up and all, was gonna cook you a nice meal. Been practising and everything but since I clearly still can’t cook for shit how about Enzos?”

Your heart melted at the thought of Eddie trying so hard to impress you, that all those times you cursed at that damn smoke alarm going off again it could have been an attempt at him doing something special for you. You were glad that you had gotten the ball rolling by sending him your picture, but even if you had chickened out maybe you both would have found your way here eventually anyway.

“Enzos sounds great.”

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okay but what about virgin eddie being eager to please and the reader showing him the ropes and he’s just naturally so good at it :( i need it :(

oh anon what are you doing to me!

part one // part two // part three // part four

Pairing | Eddie Munson x fem!reader

Warnings | sexual content (18+ minors dni), fingering f receiving, cumming in pants, corruption kink, reader really likes that eddie is a virgin, car sex, dubious content (i think? reader rubs up against him without consent?), dirty talk, lots of eddie being called pretty and handsome!!

Word Count | 2.8K

A/N | i really took this and ran with it, god damn!! virgin!eddie just does things to me the boy is SO corruptible. i need help, jesus and a nap after this.

You sort of knew he was at least inexperienced from the get go. You'd met working at the local record store and doing the late shifts together. You never missed the way he'd get so flustered any time you'd pay him a compliment.

'Eddie you look so nice today', 'wow Eddie you should wear your hair up more often it looks good', or when you'd greet him with a 'hey handsome' or 'hey pretty boy' and he'd stumble over his words and go beet red. You could tell he didn't really get chicks, it was obvious by the way that all he could talk about on Monday mornings were his D&D campaigns that he played with literal sophomores.

Twenty year olds who barely skim by to graduate after their third year repeat of senior year didn't get babes. He knew that, you knew that. But you were so attracted to him anyway, you got a sick thrill out of how easy it was to panic him and make him blush.

You gave Eddie a ride home from work every night, the trailer park was a fair few miles from the shop and his van went bust a few months prior so it was sat like an antique with grass growing around it just outside his front door. Wayne made a point of complaining about it a lot when you were in earshot.

'Either fix the damn thing or get the piece of crap towed away. I know we live in a trailer park but we sure as shit ain't tramps.'

So yeah. He wasn't necessarily a lady killer but he was just so pretty to look at and it made your stomach do funny jumps. He was so passionate too, he could talk for hours about his guitar or Lord of the Rings and he remembered every little detail. Soaked in everything you'd ever say and remember it for next time.

So sue you. You liked Eddie 'the freak' Munson who was just the sweetest, prettiest boy you'd ever met. And you needed to corrupt him.

You were subtle to begin with. When you'd shuffle by him in the store you'd make sure to get as close to him as possible as if the space was just too tight for anymore room. You'd lay a hand on his waist to brush past, lightly dance your fingers on his shoulder. 'Whoops, sorry' you'd say when your ass would brush past his dick, you'd pretend not to notice his flustered look and his stumbling words.

It all came to a head on one Saturday night as you were driving Eddie home. Dio's Holy Diver playing as background noise. You bonded over your love of the same bands too, you'd occasionally catch his eyes go all gooey when you'd talk about Metallica. You couldn't help but notice the ways his eyes would wander over your chest, where a band shirt would usually be sitting. The way he'd look at your legs in your fishnets and tight skirts. Stutter when you'd catch him and give him a wink.

But anyway, this particular Saturday you'd asked if he wanted to go to a fast food joint for some burgers before going home. You were, admittedly, starving after bailing on lunch in favour of helping Eddie with the new shipment of vinyl that had came in.

Eddie was a gentleman, offering to pay for the burgers since you'd been driving him home and who were you to refuse a free meal. He took them to go so you could drive to a place somewhere quiet and eat in silence.

You drove up to a spot you went to occasionally when you needed some time to sit and relax on your own. It was essentially an old junk yard full of shitty banger cars but nobody ever came out here and it was nice for watching the stars on a clear night.

You eat your burgers mostly in silence, both of you chomping down like you hadn't eaten in days. You're sat in a silky leopard print skirt, fishnets all torn around your inner thighs from them rubbing together all day. You sit really unladylike, legs open and comfortable.

You catch Eddie peaking again.

"Eddie, sweetheart, its only a pair of thighs." You say quietly, breaking the comfortable silence in favour of embarrassing him, "You see them everyday."

Eddie flusters a little, mouth still full of burger but he stops chewing and goes bright red, floundering for words, "S-sorry, uh, fuck I can't help but look. Your tights are all torn." He points out, motioning towards the large holes.

"Babe, you can't honestly tell me that's the reason you were looking," You say, balling up your fast food paper and tossing it in the back without looking, "you're trying to catch a glimpse of my princess parts."

A laugh bubbles out of your mouth at the use of those words, only using them to tease Eddie and his seemingly virginal ways. Worried if you call it a pussy he'll open the door and flee.

"Uh, eh, I wouldn't know much about that," Eddie cringes at his own words, he can't even look at you and it's just so endearing, "I can't say I've ever seen one."

You gawp a little bit. Taken aback by his confession.

"What do you mean, Eddie?" You ask, the teasing way in your voice only coming out just a smidge now, "You've never...?"

"God, don't make me say it, sweetheart," Eddie grimaces, tossing the last of his burger on the dashboard, hunger long forgotten at the embarrassing conversation, "I'm a twenty year old virgin. Laugh all you want, you should."

"I'm not gonna laugh," You say, all too quickly, "I just can't believe no girl, or guy maybe, has ever pinned you down and just ridden the shit out of you. You're really hot, Eddie. I mean, really hot."

Eddie's cheeks flush so dark they're almost purple and suddenly he's shuffling awkwardly in his seat next to you, like he's trying to cover himself from you.

"Hey pretty boy," Your voice is barely above a whisper now, you lean over and tug at his arm to get him to turn to you again, "I find that kinda... hot."

Eddie scoffs at that but lets you move his arm, your fingers beginning to dance down it, edging closer to his wrist, "Yeah, right. You don't have to lie to me I know it's ridiculous. Who the fuck is still a virgin at this age unless it's by choice?"

"Means you're all kinds of corruptible, handsome." You're not teasing anymore, bringing your hand further down to drag your fingers over his knuckles, "Makes me kinda hot and bothered."

"Oh, oh right," Eddie sucks in a breath and shudders, Jesus Christ this guy has no game and it's so fucking cute you're about to burst. Your cunt is twitching already just thinking about ruining him.

"Maybe I could show you the ropes? Y'know? How to touch a girl an' get her going?" You suggest, and you can see the goosebumps littering Eddie's arms, "Obviously so that when you find a girl you really like you can wow her."

A strangled little noise caught between a whimper and a sigh escapes Eddie's lips, his head thumps back against the headrest on his seat, displaying his gorgeous expanse of neck, the veins protruding in ways you can't ignore. Admittedly, he's already got you going without even having to touch you, and you know now that you're fucked.

"You gotta say yes or no, handsome. Just so I know you're into this and I'm not adding two plus two and getting five," Your voice is gentle as you finally grip hold of Eddie's wrist gently, dragging it over to rest on your inner thigh. His fingers flex on the skin, gripping ever so slightly, making you exhale a shaky little moan.

"I, uh, I would like to. But I'm gonna be shit, no point denying it," Eddie barks out a little sarcastic laugh, his brows furrowing together.

"Oh, honey," You giggle, "you're a guitar player. Those fingers already know what to do without me having to show them. I'll just tell you what to do, where to press, how fast I like it, how hard. Can you listen to me and do that?"

You chance a glance down at his crotch and can see the thick outline of his cock straining against the zipper of his jeans. Your mouth practically starts salivating, already eager to know just exactly how it looks. In your daydreams it was big, but looking now in the dim light at his concealed erection, it was obvious just how big it truly was.

You get up from your seat, shuffling a little so you can swing a leg over and perch yourself in Eddie's lap, gasping a little when you sink down just enough to rub your cunt along his hardness. Eddie bites down on his lip, a strangled, breathy moan leaving him.

"This okay?" You ask, just to make sure, and he's nodding so fast he could get whiplash. You take ahold of Eddie's right hand again, sliding it under your skirt to let his palm rest lightly over your pussy, letting him feel the heat and the damp patch that's formed in your cotton panties so quickly, "You've done this to me already and you haven't even touched me yet."

"Really? Shit," Eddie looks up at you with wide brown eyes, like a deer caught in headlights. He's so eager, letting his fingers run over your clothed folds, dipping a finger in between experimentally and smiling a little when you moan, "Can I, uh, can I move your panties out of the way?"

"Go for it, handsome. Get a good feel." You're back to smirking again, but not for long when Eddie hooks two fingers into the elastic of your panties and pull them to the side, exposing your puffy little cunt to the cold air. You gasp when two hot fingers rub between your lips, catching on your clit just barely, "Okay, can you find where my clit is?"

Eddie nods eagerly, running his fingers back up and pressing on that little hard bundle of nerves, his cock twitching at the feeling of your slick in between his fingers, "There, right?" He asks, just to make sure, but it's obvious by the way you bite your lip and whine.

"Yes there, fuck, Eddie if you do good for me this really isn't gonna last long," You admit, throwing your head back a little, "just rub me there in small circles, I like it fast."

Eddie's fingers start to almost expertly rub you in circular motions, his calloused fingertips catching and dragging your clit in the most delicious way. You turn into a whining mess quite quickly, especially when his free hand comes up to grab at the meat of your thigh to hold you in place.

"God, handsome, you're really good at this, uh," You choke on your own tongue when he speeds up a little, "wanna use that free hand and slip your fingers in me?"

"Yeah?" Eddie asks, glossy eyes dancing a little, "you sure?"

You nod excitedly, knees buckling a little when you feel his hand come up under your skirt, the pads of two fingers swirling around your entrance. You can't believe he's never done this before, you half expected him to not even know where your hole was never mind anything else. He looks into your eyes, raising his brows a little in a silent question and you nod again.

Eddie sinks his fingers in all the way to the hilt immediately and it makes you gasp, the breach unexpected but certainly not unpleasant. A nice stretch, the cold of his thick rings on the rim of your cunt making you shiver, "Pump them in and out of me and try to find a, Jesus, a rhythm that matches your fingers on my clit."

"Does this feel good?" Eddie asks, and it's clearly meant to be in earnest but it sends hot flushes all up your spine, his long fingers beginning to pump in and out of you slowly.

"God, yeah, yeah it does, Eddie." You whine, hips having a mind of their own and helping him with the process, helping his fingers sink in and out, "Crook them a lil, you'll find a soft spot, kinda feels like a sponge."

Eddie's brows furrow together, his fingers starting to falter both inside of you and on your clit as he tries to find a rhythm. It comes back to him quickly, both of his fingers sunk deep in your cunt crooking ever so slightly and finding your gspot almost immediately.

You choke out a moan that sounds wet, like you're about to cry, "Fuck, right there, handsome. Keep doing that, m'gonna cum."

His fingers are heavenly dancing inside of you. His assault on your clit is hard and fast and soon enough you're so wet that you can feel it running out of you, probably slicking Eddie's hand, wrist and arm with creamy slick, "How does it feel for you, Eddie?"

You're looking at each other and the lust is apparent in Eddie's face, the way his brown doe eyes are hazily watching you, "Feels so good. Your pussy feels like heaven on my fingers, you're so tight."

"Fuck, dirty talking already are we?" You almost squeal, a hot flush taking over your whole body as you chase your orgasm, "Love hearing dirty words coming from your mouth about me, keep going."

Eddie leans forward, hot mouth kissing and sucking wetly at your tits, your collarbones, your neck, "Y'like that? Like my fingers in you? You're whining like a little slut."

You fucking lose it at being called a slut, the mixture of his hands, his mouth and the obscene slicking sounds coming from your cunt have your legs buckling, your stomach twisting as you reach your high, cumming so hard that your pussy constricts and grips at Eddie's fingers tightly, a loud moan slipping from your mouth, hands automatically coming up to grip at his curls as your hips fuck back and forth, riding out your orgasm.

You're sensitive, shivering a little as Eddie rubs you through the last of it, so you rest a gentle hand on his wrist to let him know to stop. He stops immediately, long fingers sliding out of your cunt slowly as not to startle you.

"Was - was that okay?" He asks, looking at you again with those gorgeous, stupid doe eyes, the nervousness back and apparent in his voice. You're all orgasm stupid, barely able to keep your eyes open, so you lean forward and smash your lips onto his, greedily lapping your way into his mouth with your tongue as a way of confirming it was good.

Eddie's big hands come to encircle around your waist, deepening the kiss. So, okay, he's not the best kisser just yet but you can show him that too. It's sloppy and wet and everything you need right this second.

Your hips begin to rub along the length of Eddie's still painfully hard cock straining in his pants, you put down enough weight to grind perfectly against him, your sensitive clit loving the friction of the thick denim running against it.

"Wha-" Eddie pulls away from your lips, confusion on his face turning to ecstasy, a moan escaping him. Fuck, he's so loud it's making you flutter.

"Was gonna try an' get a hand on your cock but that can be for another day," You hum, hips still gliding back and forth roughly, "wanna see you cum in your pants, though."

"Fuck, sweetheart, you have no idea what you're - uh, god - what you're doing to me," Eddie's whimpering, a sheen of sweat on his forehead, matting down his fringe, "m'gonna cum, shit, shit, I'm cumming."

You watch every bit of it, the way the veins in his neck pop, his eyes squeezing shut as he vibrates against you, fingers squeezing you so hard it'll bruise. Fuck, he's so pretty you want to die, you can't believe you're the first person to make him cum and you didn't even have to lay a hand on him.

When Eddie eventually opens his eyes, the blush is back on his cheeks, as if he's mortified by what he just did, "Damn, twenty years old and I just came in my pants like a teenager."

"It was hot, pretty boy," you sigh, leaning down to peck his lips, "I'll get a hand on you soon though, I need that thick cock everywhere on me."

He whines at that, hips bucking up of their own accord, "Fuck, you dunno what you're doing to me, sweetheart."

"Corrupting you, Eds. And you're gonna love every fucking minute."

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