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Kinktober Day 31 - Bunny-Wan

Today's final prompt: Bunny-Wan 🐰🐰🐰

Written for my darling @kyberkenobi. Thanks for doing this insane month with me 💗💗💗

Soft Like Velvet - 5,771 Rating: E Content: Bunny-Wan; Oral sex; Anal sex; Anal fingering; Switching; Multiple orgasms; Obi-Wan and Anakin fucking like they're rabbits~

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“Bitten?”

“Yes, that is correct.”

“By what?”

“We’re still determining that,” Mundi said. “But it appears as if it was a creature with large ears and a fluffy tail.”

Anakin paused before speaking. “How did you determine that?”

“It doesn’t matter,” Windu interrupted, dragging Anakin’s attention back to him. “We just wanted you to know that Master Kenobi will be indisposed for the next day while the technicians down at the med lab synthesize some sort of antidote.”

“Is he in danger?” Anakin asked.

“No, not as far as we can tell.” Mundi replied.

When the Council had asked for his immediate presence to speak with Mundi and Windu, Anakin had feared the worst. Obi-Wan’s presence in their bond had been muted the whole time he’d been back from his trip to the Outer Rim, his presence missing in the meeting chamber and the dining hall. Anakin knew Obi-Wan enjoyed his solitude when he’d returned from a particularly demanding mission, but his solitude always had the caveat of allowing Anakin at least a conversation. But Obi-Wan had been missing entirely - not even Cody had seen him.

So when the Council contacted him with an urgent message Anakin began to panic. Visions of Obi-Wan having been maimed flooded his mind - a lost limb, a scarred and mutilated body, or he’d finally gotten his hands on a brain worm and decided to experiment on himself. These thoughts and more warped and ripped at his mind, dragging him further and further into a state of panic that couldn’t be soothed. He had half a mind to ignore the Council and rush down to the clinic instead, but was stopped when he remembered that Obi-Wan would want him to remain calm - for the both of them.

And thus he went to the Council only to be told that Obi-Wan had been bitten by an alien creature. An alien creature that had given him ‘side-effects’ that they were ‘working on healing’ down in the lab. Perhaps not as terrifying as being infected with a brain worm, but definitely more confusing.

“We’ve called you up here for two reasons,” Windu continued. “Firstly, to let you know that your Master is alive and well, just momentarily indisposed. And secondly, we’d like for you to pick up a few of his duties he’d promised to attend to while in Coruscant.”

Anakin nodded. “Whatever it is, I’ll do it.”

“Excellent. The Younglings were so looking forward to his presentation tomorrow.” Mundi smiled.

Kriff. Anakin had never been good with instructing Younglings.

“If that’s all…” he started.

“One more thing,” Windu said, catching Anakin as he started for the door. “Master Kenobi has asked for privacy during this time. I suggest you respect his wishes.”

“Of course,” Anakin lied.

“You may leave,” Mundi said with a soft nod.

Anakin whirled around and hurried to the door, footsteps quick across the carpeted floor. He didn’t waste any time and headed straight to the living quarters, all the while prodding at his bond with Obi-Wan, trying to let him in. But it remained firmly shut - locked and barricaded and unmoving to Anakin’s desperate poking. By the time he’d arrived to Obi-Wan’s apartment Anakin was positively buzzing with curiosity, wanting to see what the big fuss was about.

Entering the apartment Anakin shucked off his robes and looked for Obi-Wan in the quiet space, but could see nothing of his presence save for a tunic draped elegantly across the armrest of one of the chairs. Approaching the bedroom door, Anakin pressed his ear against it and heard rustling.

“Obi-Wan?” he asked as he tapped his knuckle against the door. “Are you in there.”

“Go away!”

Anakin paused. Obi-Wan’s voice was high and frantic, with a tenor beneath it that Anakin recognized.

“Are you fucking yourself?” Anakin asked.

“No.”

Obi-Wan’s voice cracked. Anakin grinned.

“Can I come in?”

“No!”

Obi-Wan’s desperation only intrigued Anakin further. Licking his bottom lip, he toyed with the idea of just entering despite Obi-Wan’s pleas, but even he wasn’t so rude as to saunter in when someone explicitly said no. Even if he really, really wanted to see what was going on.

The rustling started up again, followed by soft little grunts.

“Are you fucking yourself again?”

“Go away, Anakin.”

“The Council told me what happened,” Anakin continued, trying very hard not to get side-tracked by the fact that Obi-Wan still hadn’t denied Anakin’s claims that he was, indeed, playing with himself. “They said you got bitten by something?”

“Yes, but I’d really rather not talk about it.”

“Obi-Wan… please?”

“Anakin, I don’t want you seeing me like this.”

“C’mon… I promise I won’t be weird about it.”

“You will. You can’t possibly not be.”

There was another grunt, this time more aroused than frustrated.

“I’m coming in,” Anakin said. He waited for another demand to stay away but it didn’t come, and so with great excitement and a minor amount of worry Anakin pressed the keypad and opened the door.

Anakin was greeted with the sight of Obi-Wan on his bed, naked and furiously humping a pillow.

He glared at Anakin as he entered but didn’t stop his movements, hands shoved between his legs as he pushed the plush pillow against his cock, hips stuttering as he thrust madly, shoving his cock into the dense material. But it wasn’t Obi-Wan’s actions that caught Anakin’s immediate attention - it was Obi-Wan’s… accessories.

Floppy ears, brown and soft looking, hung from his head and rested across his shoulders, while a fluffy tail of brown and white sprouted up from his tailbone, twitching along with his hips as he continued to fuck his pillow and glare at Anakin.

“Don’t say anything,” Obi-Wan gritted out.

Anakin didn’t think he could even if he wanted to. Obi-Wan looked so desperate as he rocked on the bed, his mouth slack as he continued to thrust wildly into his pillow. Anakin could see he’d already orgasmed at least once before, come that was still drying visible on the sheets, tacky beneath the yellow light of his room. Anakin rarely saw Obi-Wan this overcome with lust.

His own cock twitched with interest, and he bit his bottom lip as he approached the bed. Obi-Wan tracked him with his eyes, his movements never stalling even when Anakin knew he must be tiring. Reaching out he cupped Obi-Wan’s cheek with his mechno-hand, the soft bristles of his beard rubbing across the leathers of his glove. With his flesh hand he went to touch one of Obi-Wan’s ears, surprised by how soft it was. It was like petting velvet.

“I-it’s a side effect of the bite,” Obi-Wan panted out. He looked drunk with lust, eyes hazy and mouth slack. “I-I developed the tail first, and t-then the ears. T-then, an i-insatiable urge to eat vegetables. And finally… this.”

“Pillow humping?”

“Anakin.”

“How many times have you come already?”

“Three times.”

“Kriff, Obi-Wan, three times?”

“I can’t stop,” Obi-Wan whimpered.

Anakin’s cock twitched again, and he could feel a pearl of precome bead out at the tip. Obi-Wan’s nose twitched, and he looked down to stare at Anakin’s groin. He was still thrusting, though his movements had quieted slightly, his cheek pressed against Anakin’s hand as he nuzzled into the leather, breath visible across the stretches of black material. With his ears and tail Obi-Wan looked cute. And incredibly tempting.

“Is this a side-effect of the bite?” Anakin asked. He kept stroking Obi-Wan’s ear, loving how soft it was. Meanwhile, his attention slipped down Obi-Wan’s lower back to stare at his tail as it twitched, his hips still humping the pillow. Anakin bet his tail felt just as soft. “I mean, the ears and your… stamina.”

“I think so,” Obi-Wan panted out. He started kissing Anakin’s gloved hand, tongue skirting out to coat the leather in his spit. He nipped the glove, pulling at the leather with his teeth, and Anakin’s cock drooled in his leggings. “A-and heightened senses. I-I can hear everything. And smell everything. I can smell your sex, Anakin. It smells so good.”

Anakin chewed on his bottom lip. “Did you want help?”

“I don’t want to hurt you, darling.”

Anakin chuckled. “Remember that time you made me come five times in a row?”

Obi-Wan whimpered when Anakin pulled away. He kept humping his pillow, eyes hungry as he watched Anakin undress. Shucking off his tabards, glove, and tunic, Anakin sat on the edge of the bed to work on his boots, laughing softly as Obi-Wan nuzzled his neck and breathed heavily against his temple. Once done he pulled his boots and leggings off before climbing on to the bed. Grabbing the pillow he ripped it from Obi-Wan’s grasp before straddling his lap and taking Obi-Wan’s cock into his hand.

“Anakin,” Obi-Wan moaned, his hips staling as Anakin took over, flesh hand quick across his aching length.

He was already so wet, sticky with precome and his three other releases, cock slick and foreskin running smooth along the red head. Anakin groaned softly as Obi-Wan started biting across his neck, tongue hot along his collarbone as he nipped and teased. Pressing his face against the top of one of Obi-Wan’s new ears, Anakin breathed in the scent of the fur. It smelled good - like earth and Obi-Wan’s spicy shampoo, heady and deep.

It didn’t take long for Anakin to get Obi-Wan off, his hips stuttering up before he released with a deep groan, come landing on their groins and Anakin’s hand. When he was done Obi-Wan hugged Anakin close, his face pressed against Anakin’s chest as he breathed through his afterglow.

“How was that?” Anakin asked, his mechno-hand going to stroke his ears and the back of his head, copper strands clinging to the base of his neck.

“Perfect,” Obi-Wan whispered. “But it won’t last. It never lasts.”

Anakin pushed Obi-Wan back on to the bed. Obi-Wan fell back with a grunt followed by a look of pain.

“What is it?” Anakin asked, hovering just above.

“My blasted tail,” Obi-Wan huffed. He shifted a bit, one hand stuck beneath him as he fiddled with the tail, before he settled back on the mattress. “The stupid thing gets caught on everything.”

“I like it. I think it’s cu—”

“Don’t,” Obi-Wan interrupted, eyes sharp like glass in the light. “Don’t call it cute.”

“But it is.”

“It’s an abomination.”

Anakin rolled his eyes and reached for the lube on the side table. Spilling some in his hand, he rubbed his fingers together to warm it up as he remained hovering above Obi-Wan. He could already see Obi-Wan’s cock twitching in interest again, fat and heavy against his thigh. Sliding down Obi-Wan’s hips Anakin settled on his thighs and ducked his head down to suck on the tip of Obi-Wan’s over-sensitive cock, sighing happily as the slit released a pearl of precome that tasted delicious across his palate. While he suckled on Obi-Wan’s cock-head he reached around and started stretching himself open, two fingers sliding easily in the rim of his hole.

“Oh, darling,” Obi-Wan whispered, his hands coming down to card through Anakin’s curls, touch reverent despite the tremble in his body. “That feels so good… so much better than when I do it.”

Anakin lifted his head, releasing Obi-Wan’s now hardened cock from his mouth with a wet ‘pop’. He groaned as he continued to stretch himself himself, fingers shoving into his hole before pulling out, spreading the rim open before delving back in.

“Y-you try and suck yourself off?” he asked, before he dropped back down to take Obi-Wan back in his mouth.

“I didn’t try - I did.”

Anakin almost came right then and there, and he rose again from Obi-Wan’s cock to stare at him, his fingers stalled out inside himself. “You sucked your own cock?” he repeated.

Obi-Wan’s chest and cheeks went an even deeper shade of red, and Anakin noticed his ears wilting slightly. “I can only get the tip in.”

“Kriff, Obi-Wan, how come you never told me you could do that?”

“Because I knew you’d fixate on it.”

Before Anakin could deny or confirm Obi-Wan was grabbing the back of his head and shoving him back down on to his cock. Gagging as Obi-Wan slipped as much of his length in his mouth, Anakin started fucking himself again, stretching his hole with three fingers now as he relaxed his jaw and throat and let Obi-Wan thrust up into him. Despite his state Obi-Wan remained gentle, his cock only hitting the back of Anakin’s throat before easing off. Anakin could feel drool spilling out from the corners of his lips to run down his chin, his jaw already aching in that delightful way of having been mouth-fucked, and he took over from Obi-Wan, bobbing his head up and down before slamming as far as he could go, nose pressed into pubes.

Obi-Wan came with a shout, spilling into Anakin. Anakin gagged on the first part and came up coughing, throat fluttering as he swallowed what he could and hacked up the rest. Obi-Wan was muttering various apologies even as he was orgasming, petting Anakin’s cheek and hair, mussing him up further in his attempts to assuage the coughing fit.

“It’s fine,” Anakin wheezed out as soon as his lungs had settled. Brushing his hand across his chin he tried to clean himself up, and was grateful when Obi-Wan pulled him close and started kissing him - first quick and sweet before it became demanding, Obi-Wan sliding his tongue inside to slip along the sensitive spots he’d just been fucking.

“T-that’s five now?” Anakin panted against Obi-Wan’s lips, tongue sliding along Obi-Wan’s, the pair rubbing them together as Anakin climbed back on to Obi-Wan’s lap and rocked his hips against his length.

“Unfortunately.”

“Are you going to be okay with a sixth?” Anakin asked. He could already feel Obi-Wan responding beneath him, hips twitching up in desperate little thrusts.

“I don’t have much of a say,” Obi-Wan mumbled before sucking on Anakin’s tongue.

Anakin knew it had to hurt by now, but Obi-Wan wasn’t making any overtures that he was uncomfortable. As they kissed Anakin brought his hands up to play with Obi-Wan’s ears, loving how soft they felt beneath his hands, already sticky with spilled seed and sweat. He wanted to see his tail - wanted to fuck into him as he watched it twitch and flutter - but knew that Obi-Wan needed a break.

Pushing him back down on to the bed, Anakin broke away from the kiss and busied himself with Obi-Wan’s seventh erection. Despite the over-stimulation Obi-Wan still thrust up into Anakin’s hand when he gripped him, a deep moan slipping past his lips as Anakin positioned his hole over the head of his cock. Taking a deep breath, Anakin slid down Obi-Wan’s length, easing himself along the thick length with steady breaths before he bottomed out and settled.

“Y-you’re so tight,” Obi-Wan huffed as he wiggled beneath Anakin. “So warm and soft. So much better than my pillow.”

Anakin laughed softly and braced his hands on Obi-Wan’s chest, fingers petting the dense matting of chest hair. Opening his eyes he stared down at Obi-Wan, delighting in the sight before him. Obi-Wan already had a fucked-out expression on his face, lips parted, beard sticky with spit, eyes hazy with lust. His hair was plastered down across his temples and brow, his new ears splayed out across the pillow and mattress as he trembled and quaked.

His hands were hot along Anakin’s thighs and groin, petting him and fondling him, attention focused on Anakin’s cock as it bobbed between his legs. Anakin could feel Obi-Wan’s length deep inside, throbbing against his walls, filling him and stretching his rim in a satisfying way. Even though Obi-Wan was experiencing a very strange set of side-effects by the alien bite, body overcome with an almost insane urge to mate, they still found time to make the moment count - to bask in the sensations that they could give each other.

For a time, of course.

As soon as Anakin adjusted Obi-Wan started pushing up, shoving his cock in as far as he could possibly go. Gasping at the sudden movement, Anakin shifted his weight on to his heels and started bouncing, sliding up Obi-Wan’s cock until he could feel the ridging of his cock-head along his rim, before slamming back down. He kept a punishing pace, ignoring the burning in his thigh muscles as he bounced happily on top of Obi-Wan’s cock. Obi-Wan was moaning loudly, uncharacteristic for him but enjoyed none of the less, Anakin wrapping himself up in it along with the slap of skin against skin and his own desperate pants.

He couldn’t keep the position up for long, and reached back to grab Obi-Wan’s knees as he slid down further. Obi-Wan continued to thrust up into Anakin, bearing some of his weight as Anakin threw his head back and let Obi-Wan fuck into him. His cock was so thick, stretching Anakin open to the point that he thought he might break apart, body humming with pleasure and just that hint of pain, a slicing little thing that rumbled around in his groin and skittered along his hole.

Obi-Wan started jerking Anakin off, touch steady despite the rapidity at which he was fucking up into Anakin, palms hot along his length and thumb firm against the spongy head of his cock. Another shift in the angle and Obi-Wan was pounding into Anakin’s prostate, waves of pleasure lapping at his limbs and his low back, cock throbbing in Obi-Wan’s touch.

“Obi-Wan,” Anakin panted before he started started chanting his name, his head tossed to the side as he gripped Obi-Wan’s knees and slammed back down, again and again and again until—

Obi-Wan came first, spilling deep inside Anakin as Anakin ground down, shoving Obi-Wan in as deep as he could go. Obi-Wan kept playing with Anakin’s cock, fist a flurry across his length, and it was more the sight of Obi-Wan jacking him off than the sensation itself that caused Anakin to come. Squeezing down on Obi-Wan’s cock, Anakin milked him for all he was worth, wanting for Obi-Wan to be satisfied for at least a little while.

Once he was done he slipped off of Obi-Wan’s cock and collapsed on top of him. Obi-Wan let out a quick grunt of pain and started moving about, almost hitting Anakin in the face with his elbow as he pulled his ear out from Anakin’s shoulder.

“Sorry,” Anakin mumbled.

“It’s not your fault,” Obi-Wan replied. He fussed around with his ears a moment longer, trying to keep them out of both their ways, before he settled on flipping them up over his head.

Anakin tried very hard not to laugh and instead curled up against Obi-Wan’s side. Immediately Obi-Wan was hugging him close, lips tender across Anakin’s cheeks and lips, kisses soft and slow. Sighing into the embrace, Anakin let Obi-Wan kiss him as much as he wanted, contented to keep going but realizing that Obi-Wan really needed a break.

How many times could a Jedi come before they were tapped out completely? Had anyone done a study on it? Or was the creature that bit Obi-Wan giving him superpowers - inhumane abilities like coming ten, twenty, even thirty times with no negatives associated with it?

“How did it happen?” Anakin mumbled between kisses.

Obi-Wan paused his embraces and pressed his forehead against Anakin’s, the pair sharing breath as they settled in their afterglow. “I saw a small furry creature when I was scouting up ahead. I’d seen something similar on another planet a few years back, but had never gotten close enough to figure out what it was.”

“What did it look like?”

“Like a small rodent - the sort you see on Naboo. Furry, with large floppy ears and a nose that twitched, and large hind-legs that allowed it to leap great distances. Only this one had a unique patterning on its coat - like the spots of a loth-cat. As I approached it, I also noticed it had rather large and sharp teeth.”

Obi-Wan brought his hand up between them to show off the healing bite mark.

“So you tried to touch it?” Anakin asked. “Honestly, Obi-Wan, one of these days your curiosity is going to get you killed—”

“Firstly, Anakin, curiosity is a part of who I am,” Obi-Wan began, his familiar patronizing tone immediately making Anakin’s eyes glaze over, “and I’d rather die doing something foolish in order to sate my curiosity, than be contented to go through life without questioning anything. Secondly, I didn’t try and pet it. It lunged at me.”

Anakin quirked his brow. “It lunged?” he repeated.

“Yes. I got about within ten feet of it before it bounded over and attacked me. I barely had time to yell before it bit and then leapt away.”

Anakin tried not to laugh - he really did. But it was almost impossible not to, especially when Obi-Wan began to pout. Almost immediately Obi-Wan was grappling with Anakin, his hands everywhere as he pinched and teased and pulled, Anakin’s laughter mixing with grunts of pain and pleasure. They started wrestling, Anakin tried his hardest not to catch Obi-Wan’s velvet soft ears in the process. But in his attempts he left himself open for recourse, and Obi-Wan flipped him on to his stomach before straddling him.

Almost immediately Anakin felt Obi-Wan’s cock against the cleft of his ass, and he had time to relax before Obi-Wan was pushing back in, filling him up and shoving the come that was left of his prior orgasm back into Anakin. Anakin’s moan was muffled by the mattress as Obi-Wan tangled his hand in his curls and held him down face-first into the mattress, his other hand gripping Anakin’s waist as he fucked into him. He set a punishing pace, Anakin gripping the mattress and digging his knees into it as he tried to stop himself from slamming up into the headboard.

“Fuck, Anakin, you’re still so tight,” Obi-Wan grunted out, breath slick against Anakin’s temple as he collapsed on top of him.

With his arms wrapped tight around Anakin’s waist, Obi-Wan began fucking into him at a speed Anakin didn’t think possible, hips twitching as he shoved Anakin down into the mattress. The pain and the pleasure was almost overwhelming, Anakin’s cock going from soft to hard in a matter of moments, blood rushing from his brain and down into his groin. Light headed and on the precipice of another orgasm, Anakin squeezed his rim around Obi-Wan’s cock to slow him.

It didn’t work. Obi-Wan just kept hammering into him, Anakin crying out as his prostate was hit and his cock was shoved into the soft sheets below. Obi-Wan kept his legs spread, knees shoving them apart, his hole stretched by Obi-Wan’s thick cock. Obi-Wan’s ears were draped over them both, cocooning them from the outside world, Anakin’s moans and Obi-Wan’s desperate pants amplified by the secrecy.

“Obi-Wan, you feel so good,” Anakin moaned, his hands digging into the mattress.

Obi-Wan nibbled on Anakin’s ear, sucking on the lobe before he disentangled one arm from around Anakin’s waist to grab his thigh and squeeze. Anakin groaned and thrust back, trying to get some of his control back, but it was no use when Obi-Wan smacked the meat of his ass and squeezed.

“Fuck,” Anakin cried out, and bit his bottom lip as Obi-Wan spanked him again. It wasn’t violent, just a smart tap to his skin, but it made Anakin quiver and quake, his whole body alight.

Anakin came without touch, spilling into the sheets as he rutted down into them. Obi-Wan came as well, hips harsh against Anakin’s ass, skin slapping and grunts slipping through desperate whimpers. Anakin groaned as he was filled, hot come drenching his walls once more as Obi-Wan hurried through his eighth orgasm of the day. Once he was done Obi-Wan collapsed, all his weight pressing down on Anakin.

Brushing a hand across his eyes to get his hair out of his face, Anakin stared at Obi-Wan’s ear as it remained splayed across them, hot against Anakin as he tried to regulate his breathing. Obi-Wan rarely fucked him like that - hard and forceful and demanding. It felt good, though, every time it happened. Like he’d been bested in a fight and Obi-Wan was showing him his place.

“Obi-Wan?”

Obi-Wan replied with a snore.

XXX

Anakin woke to an empty bed.

They’d fucked a few more times throughout the night - first Anakin taking Obi-Wan once more before Anakin sucked Obi-Wan off, allowing Obi-Wan to thrust into his mouth as he lay limp on the bed. Never did he think he’d lose his eagerness to fuck, but halfway through the third blow-job of the night Anakin found his mind drifting to other things, like repairing droids or flying his starfighter. Usually it was the other way round, Anakin daydreaming about having Obi-Wan’s cock in his mouth as a means by which to get through the monotony of the day.

How quickly the tides turned.

Sitting up, Anakin had just enough time to wonder where Obi-Wan had gone to before he reappeared in the doorway. He was cleaned and dressed, though he didn’t remain that way for long, hands already scrambling around his belt as he shed his clothes and tossed them on to the floor. He still had ears, but for some reason they looked slightly smaller, and his tail a little less bouncy.

“They found an antidote,” Obi-Wan explained as he crawled back on to the bed. Immediately he was kissing Anakin, covering him up in his slobber. “They said I’ll be normal in about an hour.”

Anakin groaned as Obi-Wan straddled his hips, his exhausted cock putting in the effort to get hard again. “But in the meantime…” he mumbled into their kiss before he bit Obi-Wan’s bottom lip and pulled it.

“In the meantime, I want you to fuck me,” Obi-Wan demanded.

Anakin had been hoping Obi-Wan would ask that of him. He’d been obsessing about Obi-Wan’s tail, wanting to see it wobble and bounce while Anakin shoved his cock into him. Obi-Wan was already hard - of course - as he clambered off of Anakin’s lap and knelt on the bed. The sheets were a total mess, bundled up and wrapped around one another, pillows strewn about the floor. Anakin wondered if the droids would ever be able to get rid of all the come stains, or if they’d just burn them along with the rest of the things that weren’t salvageable.

Elbows and knees dug into the mattress, Obi-Wan watched with hungry eyes as Anakin grabbed the last of the lube, the contents of it almost totally dredged. Anakin was still slightly tired, body sluggish with the vestiges of sleep, but the sight of Obi-Wan knelt on the bed with a tail sprouted up from the cleft of his ass, and his rabbit ears hanging limp around his face, woke Anakin up along with his cock.

Spreading Obi-Wan’s cheeks apart, Anakin poured some of the lube on to his hole, the pink rim covered with a dense matting of hair that Anakin pressed into with his thumb. Obi-Wan sighed and pushed back, his stance shifting so he could spread his legs further. The tight rim of his hole fluttered against Anakin’s fingertip, sucking Anakin’s thumb in with just the slightest of pressure. Pushing his thumb in, he watched as Obi-Wan’s tail twitched and his low back arched further back, demanding more.

“Hurry up,” Obi-Wan muttered over his shoulder.

“I’m still tired,” Anakin mumbled. He went back to teasing Obi-Wan, pushing into his hole just a little before dragging his thumb along the rim. He repeated the action a few more times before pushing his pointer and middle finger in all the way, slick with lube and easily accepted by Obi-Wan’s hungry hole.

“That’s it,” Obi-Wan cooed, voice already slurry with lust. He rested his head on his arms and sunk back on Anakin’s fingers, a pleased little sound slipping past his lips that Anakin wanted tattooed on his heart.

Anakin opened Obi-Wan up slowly, enjoying the laziness of the affair. After the desperation from the night before, it was nice to slow down and enjoy what little time they had like this. Though Anakin knew the extreme sexual appetite was an unwelcome side-effect, Anakin would be sad to see the ears and the tail go. They suited Obi-Wan for some reason - soft fur matching the colour of his hair, tail twitching with annoyance or arousal and soft to the touch.

Anakin stroked Obi-Wan’s tail as he fingered him open, and watched in delight as Obi-Wan’s hole fluttered and his thighs spread further.

“Feel good?” Anakin asked as he pet his tail again.

“Yes,” Obi-Wan whispered.

Anakin continued to pet Obi-Wan’s tail as he opened him up, making Obi-Wan’s rim sloppy and loose. He spread his fingers and stretched Obi-Wan apart, his cock drooling between his legs as he admired Obi-Wan’s open hole, pink and wet and eager for Anakin’s cock. Sitting up, he removed his fingers and coated his cock in the last of the lube before positioning himself at Obi-Wan’s entrance.

With focus he slipped inside of Obi-Wan, whimpering as the tight ring of muscles clenched around the head of his cock before enveloping his length, Obi-Wan’s little tail twitching and flicking the entire time.

“Oh, Anakin,” Obi-Wan purred out as soon as Anakin had settled, hips flush against Obi-Wan’s ass.

“That feel good?” Anakin asked as he resumed petting Obi-Wan’s tail. He bit his bottom lip, trying not to immediately start moving even as Obi-Wan’s walls tightened and squeezed down on his aching length.

“So good,” Obi-Wan repeated. “Such a satisfying thing, your cock. Fills me so well.”

“You like my cock inside you?” Anakin asked as he began to rock - just short little thrusts that barely did anything.

“Love it,” Obi-Wan panted out. He’d turned his head to speak, voice slurry against his arm as he rocked back on Anakin’s cock. “Love how you fill me up, darling. Love your cock deep inside of me, and how desperate you get when you’re between my legs.”

Anakin bit his bottom lip and started thrusting in earnest, pulling out of Obi-Wan almost all the way before slamming back inside. Shifting positions, he pressed one foot into the mattress to get a better angle, his hands gripping Obi-Wan’s hips as he fucked into him quick and steady. Obi-Wan was deliciously hot and wet around his length, body relaxed, his little whimpers driving Anakin on further and further. His tail kept flickering, white and brown fur a whirl of colour along his low back as he was pleasured, every part of his body showing off how much he was enjoying this.

Obi-Wan shifted and brought one hand between his legs, and Anakin gasped when he felt Obi-Wan’s fingers slide along his length as he fucked into Obi-Wan’s hole.

“Obi-Wan,” Anakin whimpered, voice caught in his throat as Obi-Wan continued to fondle his cock as he fucked into him, fingers dancing along his length.

“You stretch me open so well, Anakin,” Obi-Wan said, and Anakin saw that he was crying, tears springing up along the corners of his eyes as he sobbed through his pleasures. “Such a good boy to me. So helpful, so generous. So tender with me even when I’m making a mess of myself.”

Anakin curled forward and bit the meat of Obi-Wan’s shoulder sucking a dark bruise across his pale flesh as he slammed into Obi-Wan at a now brutal pace. Obi-Wan dropped his hand down to his cock and started stroking, Anakin hearing the sound of his foreskin going over the head even as he fucked into Obi-Wan again and again. It didn’t take much longer, Obi-Wan dragging pleasure after pleasure from Anakin’s cock as he squeezed down and trembled.

Biting down on Obi-Wan’s shoulder Anakin spilled into Obi-Wan, shoving his cock in as far as he could as Obi-Wan continued to milk his cock. He could feel Obi-Wan tense and then relax, his own orgasm shuttering through him, this time more gentle than the others as Obi-Wan panted out his adorations into the sticky mattress beneath.

Once he was done Anakin slipped out of Obi-Wan and sat back on his haunches. He noted Obi-Wan’s tail was gone, and when Obi-Wan rolled around on the bed and lay splayed out, Anakin saw his ears were also missing.

“Are they gone?” Obi-Wan asked, hands coming up to run through his hair.

Anakin nodded and collapsed next to Obi-Wan on the bed. “They’re gone.”

“Oh thank the Force,” Obi-Wan said, relief palpable. He took in a deep breath and stretched his arms above his head, his back popping, before he dropped his hands back down and stared at Anakin through the morning gloom. “I think I owe you a breakfast.”

“Dex’s?”

“Whatever you like.” Anakin grinned and sat up, but winced when a muscle in his low back popped. Obi-Wan frowned. “I also think I owe you a spa day.”

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ebonymayhem · 6 months

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Padmé, about Anakin: Look at that face! How can anyone spend all day with that face and not fall in love??

Obi-Wan: Well, at some point the face starts talking.

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ebonymayhem · 6 months

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with god as my witness, i can and i WILL make everything about obi-wan

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ebonymayhem · 7 months

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I love you dusty depressed Obi-wan sneaking cuts of sand whale meat I love you salty overprotective Uncle Owen who won't even let Obi give Luke a toy plane I love you light sabers buried together in the desert I love you baby Leia climbing trees trying to avoid family functions I love you Sony discman Droid L0LA I love you downtown Tokyo planet Daiyu I love you scene of Obi-wan telling Leia he’s not buying her gloves then two seconds later buying the gloves I love you Obi’s hallucination of Anakin drowning in 12 yards of fabric on the distant hill I love you sequence of Vader terrorizing a village to find one (1) old man I love you bacta bros writhing in separate tanks simultaneously I love you Obi sneaking Leia out of an imperial fortress in an oversized coat I love you 40-year old Padawan Anakin I love you "All he'll see is me" I love you Tala the fuckin badass I love you Vader force-holding a whole freaking ship I love you big Obi-Wan/Vader showdown I love you helmet scene I love you "I'm sorry, Anakin, for all of it" I love you "I am not your failure Obi Wan" I love you "you didn't kill Anakin Skywalker, I did" I love you dresses-like-a-college-art-teacher-and-will-wreck-your-shit Aunt Beru I love you Reva letting go of her anger and choosing a better path I love you Obi-wan telling Leia a little bit about her birth parents and Leia being okay not knowing more I love you Palpatine being low-key tired of Vader’s shit I love you creamy white jedi robe Obi-wan I love you "Hello there" I love you Force Ghost Qui Gon showing up 2 hours late with Starbucks I love you Disney Plus limited series Obi-Wan Kenobi

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ebonymayhem · 7 months

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jedi as cakes

❥ ahsoka tano

❥ anakin skywalker

❥ kit fitso

❥ mace windu

❥ plo koon

❥ pong krell

❥ obi-wan kenobi

❥ quinlan vos

❥ shaak ti

❥ yoda

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ebonymayhem · 8 months

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Damn I'm in my new era

✨Fucking Obi-Wan Kenobi ✨

#literally fuck him #respectfully #he deserve the world #and Cody

#star wars #obi wan kenobi

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ebonymayhem · 8 months

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It has become more widely known that jotun men from Norse mythology can give birth and generally people immediately jump to “That has to mean they’re trans men!” but one of the first things we’re told about jotuns is that they’re intersex in a fantastical way where they have both penis and vagina because they are creatures of chaos. Well, some of them.

The first jotun Ymir had both and mated with himself (the text literally say he had both) to create the jotun race. Then there’s King Godmundr who gave birth to nine wolf pups by his wizard werewolf boyfriend, which of course highlights that sometimes jotuns birth animals or monsters, the most famous instance being Angrboða giving birth to Hela, Fenrir and Jörmungandr by Loki.

But it also seems like not all jotun men can give birth naturally, Loki being one of them. Every time he gave birth he had to transform himself into a female form via magic. Most famously he was a mare when he gave birth to Sleipnir, but Odin also tells us Loki has taken the form of a human woman many times so he could sleep with men (and get pregnant) which suggests Loki likes sleeping with men but prefers to do it in the form of a woman (Loki then says Odin has done the same so he has no right to judge). Godmundr for example is called out for “being a man acting like a woman” because he likes to bottom so much but still in his male/intersex form.

And the stories are pretty clear on wether someone is a man, a man transformed into a woman, or a trans person. In one story we’re told Freyr’s house is filled with “men dressed and behaving like women”. Also the fact that Loki use his mother’s name as his last name could mean a million things. Maybe it’s because she was an Æsir goddess so he’d get more respect from the Æsir by taking her name. Maybe his mother was actually his father Fárbauti who gave birth to him. And maybe Loki isn’t intersex because he’s only half jotun.

It’s all just fun speculation but if jotuns were turned into a high fantasy race like elves and dwarves the mythology provides a ton of interesting implications about jotun biology.

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You're Stuck with Me - Co-written with @notafunkiller

Summary: When you find out your boyfriend's cheating on you with his best friend, you immediately tell Bucky Barnes about the affair and propose revenge sex.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Word Count: 6.9K

Warnings: 18+ smut, cheating, revenge fuck, language, oral sex (female receiving), protected and unprotected sex, praise and degradation mix, pet names, teasing, no mention of y/n

A/n: We are getting a little out of our comfort zone with this story. I hope you will enjoy it.

Please give my lovely co-writer @notafunkiller a follow. She's an amazing writer. You should definitely check her Bucky Barnes stories.

All work is ours, please do not repost or translate without our permission.

Every like, comment, and reblog is highly appreciated. Don’t hesitate to message us. Unless it’s hate. That’s never welcome.

"Are you sure?" Bucky asks, finishing your bottle of sparkling water. "I don't want you to cry and regret it after."

“Don’t worry, I won’t.” You sound so confident that even you are surprised. “It’s just sex.”

"Just sex." He repeats with his eyebrows raised. "You never seemed to me like the type of girl who would go for just sex, doll."

“Maybe you should’ve paid a little more attention. You would’ve realized you might have the wrong kind of impression.”

"Oh, really?" He leans in amused. "Big words."

“They're not. You just aren’t used to talking to me.”

"You're telling me you're not a commitment girl?" He presses the matter, not believing you even a little. You two might not be friends, but he figured out what type of person you are.

“I’m just saying I won’t regret having sex with you. The rest is your assumption.”

His gaze immediately drops to your chest. "You trust my skills that much?"

You roll your eyes. “Do you have to be this arrogant all the time?”

"Do you have to be a brat all the time?" He doesn't wait for your response, though, as he continues. "Oh wait, you can't help it. Totally in your nature."

“So women who don't stroke your ego are brats? Maybe I just don’t care that much about you. Did you consider that?” There’s a hint of anger in your voice but nothing more. He always manages to challenge you and push your buttons. “Maybe you aren’t the only one who didn’t like those double dates. Get off your high horse.” You add without missing a beat. You realized how bored and uninterested he was then. No matter what topic you were bringing up, he wasn’t open. That’s one of the reasons why you believe he thinks he’s better than anyone.

"Fuck." He shakes his head. "You and that mouth of yours. Do you see me going around and calling women brats?” He doesn’t wait for you to answer. “Those dates were absolutely horrible. Your little boy toy is the biggest loser I've ever met."

“You seem like a guy who would do that. You are not? Ops, wrong assumption I guess.” You make a fake I am sorry face. “He’s not my boy toy but I agree, he’s a big loser.”

He smiles when you finish your sentence, so satisfied. "Why do you enjoy pushing me so much? Does it turn you on?"

“How am I pushing you? Do you think this is pushing?” You don’t budge.

"What is it then?"

“I know you don’t like me and I am just giving you back that same energy.” You tell him the truth. That’s what you always do: you give the same energy people give you. If they are kind, you are kinder. If they are assholes, you are a bigger asshole.

Bucky snorts, running a hand through his hair. "Where was this attitude hidden around him?"

You breathe out loudly, not hiding how bored you are. “Are we gonna talk all night or are we gonna do this?”

He smiles in a way you never saw him smile before he leans in even more, invading your space. "It's been that long, huh?"

You make a face. “You can’t tell me sex with her was great. I saw their little sex tapes.” You can’t deny what he’s just said, but you can deflect.

He gives you the most surprised face. "What?"

“You heard me. If it had been a while for me, then it must have been even longer for you.”

"Indeed." His voice doesn't betray any emotion.

“Then stop belittling me. We both have been having bad sex and we both got cheated on. You aren’t better than me.”

"When did I say that, woman?"

“You always act like you are better than everyone.”

"That's just your assumption." He paraphrases you with the biggest smile on his face

“Prove me wrong then.”

And he does, looking at you for a couple of seconds. When you don't move, he finally grabs you by your chin and kisses you. He's not hesitant or testing, he's literally trying to claim your mouth as he wants to deepen the kiss by licking your bottom lip. When you finally give him access, his hand goes to the back of your neck, the contrast between his soft touch and his passionate way of kissing making you moan.

"Your mouth…"

“What about it?” You ask while still looking at his lips.

He kisses you again, like he's starved, his hand pulling your hair a little more. He tastes like some fresh toothpaste and a little chocolate.

"So sweet, yet so bratty."

“Do you have a thing for brats for something?” You pull him by his collar and kiss him again. He might be an asshole, but he knows how to kiss.

"Maybe just for a special brat."

“What does that mean?” You stop and look into his eyes.

He lets go of your hair and lowers his hands to your waist. "Tell me to stop and I will. Tap me anywhere if you can't talk and I'll stop. Get it?"

“Yeah. Same goes for you. Any lines you don’t wanna cross?”

"Just don't call me by someone else's name." He sighs.

“Fine by me. Don’t use any pet names you used for your ex.”

"I wouldn’t dream of it. What else?" He smirks.

“No degrading.”

"So no my little whore?”

“That doesn’t sound like degrading to me but another rule: Don’t say things you don’t mean. I don’t like that heat-of-the-moment bullshit.”

He seems to like your rules. "God, how did you date that asshole for 5 months?"

“I was just giving that so-called nice guy a chance and it got me here. How did you date that bitch for 8 months?”

"Woah. Bitch? Never heard you referring to a woman like this."

“I never liked her.” You shrug. And she cheated on him. So why not?

"Why?"

“I don’t know. I always thought she was full of herself. Always looking down at people.”

"Like me." He stares at you. "I understand."

“Not like that. She always talks badly about people. Most of the time, behind their backs. She always looks for a way to steal the spotlight. I actually wondered what you saw in her.”

"I won't talk about a woman badly, especially my ex, but I guess we just want to give people a chance."

“That woman cheated on you. With someone she called her best friend after you two decided to move in together. Maybe longer. But sure, make me feel bad about calling her a bitch.”

Bucky seems to think about it for a few seconds. You appreciate his non-talking shit about my ex policy, but in this case? Not deserved. They cheated on you for months. They could have chosen to break up, but they didn't want that. They pretended they are just friends, proposed double dates, lied and hid, and made promises. Your relationships weren't working perfectly well, your sex lives seem very shitty and probably there were signs about this affair, but you cannot blame yourself or Bucky for not seeing them. You deserved the truth. You just can't believe you two are actually in this situation. Giving the wrong people a chance… never again for sure.

"You're right. This is such a fucking shitty thing. I mean, at least fucking break up with me. God, we kissed them, fucked them after they were with each other." He makes a disgusted face.

“So we practically fucked each other already, you know?” You make a joke, trying to change the mood a little. It really is fucked up.

"They didn't see us having sex though." He shakes his head. "They managed to make the lamest sex tapes in history."

“Yeah, I am still traumatized by her fake moans.”

"Fake?" He snorts.

“Yeah, I know how sex is with him. No way those moans are real.”

"Maybe they are. Maybe she enjoys it. She likes him so much they decided this fucking shitty sex is worth it." He leans in and kisses you again suddenly and you don't understand if he's angry because he regrets being with her and getting cheated on or he regrets being betrayed because he wants her so much. You know they fought a lot from your soon-to-be ex, but 8 months are something after all.

You kiss him back nonetheless, enjoying the way his lips and tongue feel. You don't remember the last time you've been kissed this good. If you've ever been with someone like this… he's basically eating you with his mouth.

“It won’t take long for her to regret it. Talking from experience,” you say while kissing him back. You wanna know if he wants her back or not. Not that it matters. You are just curious. Maybe he wants to make her jealous.

"What she wants doesn't matter anymore, doll." He strokes your hair when he stops kissing you so you can take a deep breath. "You called me arrogant, right?"

“Yeah?” You answer hesitantly.

"Do arrogant people ever let themselves be humiliated?" He pauses. "I don't want something like this. Someone like this. I have absolutely no desire to keep a person who does this. I am a patient person, I try to work things out, but this? Never in a fucking million years. Nothing about this relationship was right, I suppose. What about you?"

“I don’t care about him anymore.” Your response comes immediately. You were completely done with him the moment you found out about their affair. There’s no turning back. It was like a switch. That’s why you are here with Bucky. “I tried so hard to make it work, thinking relationships are hard and we gotta put some effort to make it work. All bullshit. I’m done with him. I’m done with lowering my standards. Done with 5-minute sex, and ‘you turn me on so much, I can’t help it’ excuses. There’s no going back for me.”

You see his little smirk and can't help but touch his face. He is really one of the most beautiful men you’ve ever seen.

"I never liked him, and you know it. That small dick energy is unbearable. I think he'd have a heart attack if he even heard us. Can you imagine?"

“I… actually can.” You can envision how that would hurt him and his insufferable ego. “God, she would hate me so much.” You smile.

"Oh, she would. She's always been jealous of you anyway."

“And he hates that you don’t even have to be nice to make people like you. Now he would have an extra reason.”

"Fuck, doll." You feel his thumb on your neck and you shiver. "I'm gonna sound crazy, but wouldn't make you feel satisfied if indeed they heard us?"

You blink, trying to understand his offer. That actually would actually give you pleasure… knowing that he suffers just like you did. You also notice the pet name he uses. You never heard him use it with his (ex) girlfriend, so he’s keeping his promise. “I’d… really like that.”

"Yeah?" He leaves a kiss on the corner of your mouth. "A voice message?"

“Sounds better than actually calling.” You turn your face a little and kiss him on the lips.

"Look at you, you ignored me for months." He bites your bottom lip lightly.

“It wasn’t like you were friendly.”

Does he even hear you?

He takes you in his arms. "Bedroom?"

“Bedroom.” You wrap your legs around his torso in agreement as he leads the way.

"Left?"

“Yeah, hurry up.”

He opens the door with his elbow, then doesn't bother to close it as he lets you down. His hands find your blouse and you hear the ripping sound before you can raise your arms.

You’re surprised but not bothered. Truth be told, you find that very hot. But you still unclip your bra.

“Fucking hell.” He manages to whisper before he leans in and grabs your breasts, his tongue licking all the way down from your neck to your nipple.

You tug on his T-shirt and try to take it off while he’s busy exploring your body.

"You hid these from me."

“Not specifically from you. Move your hands up so I can take this off.”

"From who then?" He frowns and lets go for a second so you can take it off.

“From everyone, of course.”

"God, I wanna come all over them. So pretty.”

“Maybe you should make a mental list. Come on her tits. Come inside her mouth. Come inside her pussy.”

His eyes glow, and you giggle. "Who said I didn't?"

“You did?” You sound impressed. “Wanna share?”

"Wanna share my come? Sure." His fingers find your zipper and you gasp when he takes your pants off from one try.

“Oh, you are filthier than I thought.” You say to cover your surprise.

"You thought about how filthy I am?"

“You think I didn’t consider how this would be before offering a revenge fuck?”

"When?" He takes ahold of your underwear, and you're unsure if he wants to rip it off or simply take it off.

“I just told you.”

"I thought…" He blushes, realizing he misunderstood. It's an asshole move to assume that while you were with that prick, the thought of him like this has even passed your mind. "Forget it."

“No, no, tell me.” You pull him closer by his belt. “Let’s get rid of these.”

"Did you ever think about me before today?" He helps you take off his pants while finally getting rid of your panties.

“What if I did? Does it make me a terrible person?”

"Terrible." He nods, letting the pieces of your underwear drop on the floor along with his boxers and pants before he steps out of them. "So terrible." He kisses you, his hands on your hips, bringing you closer to his cock. You didn't even have proper time to look at him. "The worst."

“I knew it.” You play along. “What about you?”

"I thought about this mouth a lot."

“Just my mouth?” You nudge him by moving your hips up.

"Thought about fucking you in the bathroom."

“When?” Did he really want to fuck you before? He never looked at you twice or at least that’s what you thought.

"A few weeks ago… we… the office. You were with your little group. They were smoking and you wore that fucking lipstick that just blew my mind away. I didn't intend to. You didn't even notice me." He kisses you again but doesn't deepen it.

Everything he said takes you by surprise. You didn’t think that he ever paid attention to you, let alone notice your lipstick and get turned on by it.

“I noticed you, but I thought you were bored. You had a grumpy look on your face most of the time. I liked your blue shirt, though. It makes your eyes pop.”

He moans. Is it so easy to make him moan? you wonder.

"I'm always grumpy and arrogant, of course."

“You don’t seem that grumpy and arrogant right now.” You gently bite his neck and then soothe the spot with your tongue.

"Fucking hell, woman." You feel him grabbing your ass. "Tell me you have a condom."

“In that drawer.” You point to it casually. “But just so you know, I’m on the pills.”

He nods, contemplating for a little while before helping you get on bed and taking a condom from your nightstand.

You don’t question why he chooses to reach for it, yet you can’t help but wonder how it would be like to feel him without any barrier. Your mouth waters at the sight of his naked body.

Maybe, maybe you should let him fuck your mouth, too. Why not?

He quickly puts the condom on and before he can climb on bed, he looks at you. "What you said earlier about the voice message, do you still stand by it?"

You realize you actually forgot about them or why you are doing this for a second. “Yeah. I want them to suffer.”

"Good." He takes his pants from the floor and finds his phone quickly. You didn't even realize he had it when you undressed him.

“So what are we doing exactly? Recording a small part and sending it?”

"Ihm." He nods. "Want that asshole to hear what your real moans sound like." He finally sits on the bed and you spread your legs further apart.

“Only my moans?” You ask while he positions himself.

"No video," he says immediately, and you giggle. That wasn’t your question, but it’s okay. You wonder if he’s being possessive with you already or it's something else.

“I meant what about your moans.”

He smiles. "Yeah, of course, but I'm not a loud person." He drops the phone close to your shoulder. "You, on the other hand… I bet you're a fucking screamer."

“I guess we'll find out. Is it recording already?”

"No, uhm, can you… The code is 0478."

“Let’s start and then we can record when it gets really loud.” You try to sound normal, but you are surprised he's just told you his passcode.

"You sure? We can trim it. I don't want to interrupt you."

"Don't worry. I'm good at multitasking." You give him a smile. "But if you wanna record the whole thing, so you can get off to it later, just say that." You can’t help but tease him a little.

"No, no, it's alright. I just want you to feel good, okay?" He smiles, his hands making their way to your thighs.

"Oh, I will. Don't worry about that." You pull him closer by wrapping your legs around his body. As he pushes inside, you start to forget what you were talking about before.

"Oh, fuck me." He groans when he sees the shape of your mouth. Such a perfect O. You feel so good and he's not even halfway inside you. "You're so wet."

"I can do that." You cheekily respond. "But we would need to change the position." You ignore his second comment.

He kisses you as if he needs to taste you again to be able to breathe, his tongue quickly finding yours once you open your mouth. Your hand gets into his hair at the same time he properly gets inside you.

You moan at the fullness. You haven't felt this stretched for so long, but it doesn't hurt. It just makes you crave more.

"Such a brat when you only needed a good cock." You know he's intentionally teasing you, so you try to find a good response.

"We'll see how good it is."

"Brat." He repeats again and moves his hands to your breast. His thrusts are not constant as he tries to test what you like.

"Put your mouth on them already." You know he wants to. He has been looking at them since he stepped inside your apartment. And you want him to do it, too. The thought itself makes you moan.

"Are you ordering me?"

"Depends. Yes, if you like that. No, if you don't."

He takes a handful of your breast in his mouth in response, not only your nipple, his thrusts getting slower, but a little deeper at the same time. The sound of his tongue licking on your skin makes you close your eyes.

The way he sucks your nipple makes you think he likes taking orders. What a great turn of events, you think.

He switches to the other one quickly, giving it the same treatment, while keeping the pace.

"Do you like it?"

“Yeah, yeah.” You quickly respond. “I love it.”

"Faster?"

“Yep, faster.” You gently push his head onto your breast again, loving the double stimulation.

He moans excitedly as he resumes licking and playing with your breasts, carefully trying to leave a hickey around your nipple. "These are mine now."

He doesn’t mean that, does he? Must be the heat of the moment, but you agreed on not doing that. So you decide to remind him. “Don’t say things you don’t actually mean, remember?”

"I didn't forget, brat. Did you?"

He bites on your nipple, gently, but you still feel it.

“So you actually mean that?” You really want to know, so you ignore the fact that he called you a brat again.

"Mean what?" He leaves a kiss on your nipple to soothe any possible pain. "That these are mine?"

“Yeah.” You sound impatient. Why is he acting clueless now?

"They are, they belong to me. So does your bratty mouth." He kisses you shortly.

You can’t deny how his words turn you on even more.

"I imagined fucking you in a bathroom that day at the office." He groans. "So terrible of me, right? Imagining you with come dripping out of you, down to your thighs as you go back to work. Months of petty silence solved."

“If I'd known my silence bothered you that much, I would have been even more silent until it drove you crazy enough to do something about it.” You move your hips up to match his rhythm. “I just thought you just preferred not speaking to me because you didn’t like me.”

"I would have screwed everything up and fucked you, you understand?" He looks you in the eye, making it clear he is honest. "I would have become a horrible person, but not even that thought would have made me reconsider."

“Yet you didn’t do anything, did you? You never acted on it. You were just a grumpy man with terrible thoughts.” You just want him to know he’s not a horrible person, yet you can’t help but tease him a little at the same time.

"And you just needed the cock of that grumpy man with terrible thoughts, huh?" His thrusts are so much faster now. You wonder: how the fuck does he expect you to answer?

All you can do is whine and moan because somehow he manages to hit all the right places.

"My little cock whore." He groans. "Mine, okay? Just like I am yours."

“Jesus fucking Christ.” You can’t help but react. You find it so hot you can barely stay still. The way he talks during sex… They would really die if they heard you two. That makes you remember… You were supposed to hit the record button.

"Just Bucky. Or James."

“Where the fuck is your phone, Bucky?” You ask while trying to find it without actually looking.

He's confused for a split second, but then he remembers what you agreed on. "To your right."

You finally find the phone and unlock it quickly before dropping it without any care as soon as it starts to record.

"Oh, doll, you're too wet for me. So good." The sound of your skin slapping and the whimpers are so loud. You can’t contain yourself even if you try.

“Faster, please,” you say without thinking. It feels like you are already close. You don’t care if you have to beg for it.

"So greedy." He cries out when he feels your hands on his ass, pulling him deeper inside you.

“Fuckk. That feels good!” You moan loudly and arch your back.

"Holy shit."

He suddenly stops, making you open your eyes and giving him an accusatory look, but then you notice the phone in his hands. Oh, you forgot about it for a second and you have no idea why.

"Are you sending it?"

"Ihm." He doesn't just lock his phone after he is done. He freaking turns it off, surprising you. “I don’t want any interruptions. Want to fuck you in peace.”

You just pull him into another kiss, more passionate this time. You feel his right hand on your tummy, tickling you a little, before stopping down, above your clit.

“You close?” You ask him to make sure because you surely are.

"I'm trying not to come," he says honestly.

“Oh, you can. I’m close, too. I just need it a little faster.” His hand on your clit already makes you realize it won’t take much for you to fall apart.

He pulls back, taking his cock almost completely out, and the emptiness makes you whine. Then he thrusts with full force, making you moan so loudly that you can’t recognize your own voice.

"Fuck, look at you. And those sounds…" He brings his thumb to your lips. "Come on, be a good girl and show me how your pretty little mouth would take my cock. The one that's inside your pussy right now, ready to come for you."

“Such a filthy mouth.” You say while moaning. “Come with me so I can take that cock inside my mouth and show you what it can do.”

"God, come, baby. Please come." He is begging you at this point. His voice is so desperate and soft.

His neediness, the way he says those words finally pushes you off the edge.

“Oh god.” You try to breathe as the orgasm takes over your body, making you shake. Your mouth opens, letting out the most unfiltered moan you've ever heard from yourself. It is pure pleasure with no thoughts, no worries. Your heart and your head are on fire, begging for more. You want this feeling to last as long as possible.

He comes shortly after you, but you don't realize it until you hear his loud groan vibrating against your chest. His hips and ass cheeks are trembling under your touch as he seems lost in his world for a few seconds. You run your fingers through his hair, waiting for him to come down from his high.

“Oh god, baby." You feel his breath on your wet skin and you sigh. "Can I live here forever?"

“That good?” You can’t help but ask. He can feel your smile without looking at you.

He looks up. "Ihm. What about you?"

“Wanna get your ego stroked?” You ask genuinely. “Promise that you’re not gonna use it against me.”

He kisses your throat. "I don't make such promises, woman."

“Then you won’t get to hear it.” You expose your throat more while talking.

"What if I eat the truth out of you?"

“Eat the truth out of me?”

"Ihm. You know… when you're under sex spell, you become truthful."

“You are welcome to try.” There’s no way you are gonna turn down another orgasm like this one.

"Perfect." He leaves another kiss on the valley between your breasts and sighs. "Have to take this off first," he says, taking his cock out with a small hiss before standing up near the bed, watching you. "Where can I throw this away?"

“There’s a trashcan in the bathroom.” You point at it while getting more comfortable on the bed.

"Be right back."

You feel something cold on your back and realize it’s his phone. You put it on the nightstand, thinking about how he turned his phone off in the middle of the sex. You make a mental note to ask him to send you that voice message later, so you can remember how good the sex felt.

He comes back with your small semi-wet towel and watches you carefully. "Look, I meant what I said about eating the truth out of you, but only if you are okay with it. I won't ask again. I could always just leave, you know? No big deal." But you can see in his face it would be a big deal. Maybe he likes your company. The sex is amazing.

“Do you wanna leave, Bucky?” You already know his answer.

"No, I don't."

“Then come here and do whatever you wanna do.”

He doesn't need to be told twice. You watch him drop to his knees and, at the same time, drag you closer to the edge of the bed as quickly as he can. You let out a surprised gasp, but it turns into a whole moan when he lifts your legs on his shoulders and starts licking you from your entrance to your clit.

“Fuck, you weren’t joking.”

He acknowledges your words by playing with his tongue around your clit. You move your hips slowly, up and down, just to create a little more friction. Your greed grows while you watch him eagerly lick every bit of your pussy.

You don't expect to feel his fingers at your entrance all of the sudden as you're focused on his tongue. And you especially don't expect him to curl two of his fingers and get them inside you at once. No warnings.

“Oh fuck, yes!” You find yourself grabbing his hair, just needing something to hold on to.

And he moans, buckling his hips in the air at the slight pain. The pace of his fingers matches his tongue, but it's not enough.

“Add the third finger.” You sound desperately close.

He is surprised, you can sense it, but he quickly does what you say, his tongue eagerly toying with your clit faster than before.

“I’m so close!” You warn.

He stops licking for a little and you try to move your hips to meet his mouth. What the fuck is he doing? No time for edging.

"What were you gonna say, doll? What did you think it would stroke my ego?"

“What?” You raise on your elbows, looking like a mess. “Really?”

"If you want my tongue, you give me an answer."

“You are unbelievable!” You sound so betrayed.

"I warned you not to cry, doll."

You really want to keep that thought to yourself, but the ache between your legs doesn’t care about your pride. “I can’t believe you are doing this right now.”

He gives you a small smile, and you see him leaning in again. You think you won, getting more comfortable, ready to come soon, but he only licks you twice, teasingly, and lets your clit go.

"Do what?"

You whine loudly. The feeling of his tongue lingers on your clit. “You wanna play dirty?” Maybe you can’t win this fight, but it doesn’t mean you can’t win others. “Fine.” You sit up a little, looking into his eyes. “It was the best orgasm I’ve ever had. Happy now?”

"Delighted. Now was it so hard? You get a reward for being my good and honest girl."

“Yeah, whatever.” You roll your eyes.

"Fucking brat," you hear him whisper right before his tongue finds your clit again, finally licking it in circles properly. He starts to move his fingers, too, and even though they are obviously not even close to the thickness of his cock, they feel incredible.

But you are too annoyed now, at the same time. A part of you just wants to hold back and not give him the pleasure of hearing you come. So he tries harder. You hear him whimpering as he takes your clit into his mouth, sucking on it. And you swallow a moan while your legs are trembling.

"Come on, baby." His fingers move faster, too. "Let it go."

Your whole body starts to shake uncontrollably, but you keep your moans to yourself, pressing your lips together tightly just out of spite. You can see he hates it, but he doesn't stop until you finish coming. And it feels amazing, but you are sure it would have been even better if you had let yourself enjoy it freely.

He sighs into your clit and leaves a kiss there before he stands up. "You're mad."

“No shit, Sherlock.”

"Ah, doll. Nothing can tame that mouth."

“More like actions and consequences. I wasn’t ready to share that, but you forced me to say it for an orgasm, so that’s what you get. An orgasm. Nothing more, nothing less.”

"Forced?" His face shows concern as he sits next to you. "That wasn’t my intention. The last thing I want is to make you feel trapped.” He seems like he’s confused. He looks around and meets your gaze again. “Do you want me to leave?"

“If you wanna leave, just leave, but if that wasn’t really your intention, you can start with apologizing.”

"I am sorry," he immediately says, taking your hands into his. "I was just trying to… be silly I guess."

“You wanted your ego stroked, I get it. We both need it after what happened, but… I don’t know. I just felt exposed.”

"I'm sorry." He kisses your cheek. "I might be a grumpy arrogant son of a bitch, but forcing…"

You start to tear up, hearing him say sorry this quickly. Fucking relationship trauma.

"Oh god, baby, I am sorry, I didn't…" he tries to wipe your tears with his thumbs. "I'm a jackass, but I swear I wasn't trying to force you. I thought it was just a game. My bad."

“No, no. This is on me. Sorry.” You try to take a deep breath. “He just never said sorry no matter how hurt I was. He always had an excuse. This is just… trauma I guess.”

"What a fucking douchebag. I can fuck him up really good, you know?" He suggests. "Just say the words."

“He’s probably already fucked up by the fact that we are fucking.” That thought cheers you up a little.

"His face deserves it, too." Bucky puffs and kisses your wet cheeks. "To be honest, this whole should I leave question comes from my relationship trauma, too. So you’re not alone. She either wanted me to leave or she left every fucking time we disagreed on something. She once threw my shoes out of the window just so I'd go. I don't know why we kept trying…"

“Oh.” You finally understand why he keeps offering to leave. It isn't about you. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know. I thought you were just trying to get out when things get hard.”

"Don't be sorry. I prefer to talk on the spot, to be honest. Letting everything out is healthier. Don't "

“Or take a break whenever it’s needed. Doesn’t mean you have to leave though.”

"Yeah! Exactly."

You laugh a little. You never realized how similar you two are. Today is changing your perspective completely. “Your apology is accepted by the way, but under one condition.”

"What is that?'

“Tell me something about yourself that you don’t want me to know.”

He thinks for a second. "My breath smells like death in the morning. I can make your plants die if you let me."

You shake your head, amused. “That’s not good enough. Everyone’s breath smells bad in the morning.”

"What do you wanna know then?"

“Something on the same level of having your best orgasm.”

"I think you broke me."

“What?”

"You broke me." He repeats as if that is an explanation.

“In what way?”

He kisses you just as desperately as he did in the kitchen, as if this is the first time he kisses you and he can't ever get enough. "I want you for more than one time, do you understand?"

“Oh. Well… That can be arranged.”

"Yeah?" He drags you by your hips, placing you on top of his thighs.

“I would actually like that.”

He kisses you some more, letting his hands wander all over your body, stopping especially on your neck and breasts.

"You like it rough, don't you? Not complaining about me ripping your clothes off, loving the bites." He pulls your hair, just to prove his point in case you deny. You moan.

“Yeah, apparently you like it rough, too.” You don’t deny. Why would you?

"Of course I do, brat." He then turns you around suddenly. "All fours, please."

“Since you asked so nicely,” You stop for the dramatic effect and say as sarcastically as possible: “Boss.”

"Wanna make me your boss?"

“You are already acting like one.” You stand on all fours, pushing your ass back while lowering your head.

"Fuck! You're such a sight, you know?" Bucky's eyes don't leave your body.

“Am I?”

"I wanna look at you like this all day long."

You look at him amused. “I’m afraid I don’t have that much patience.”

You notice him shaking his head. "Of course."

“It’s rude to make me wait like this, you know?”

"Sorry, just wanted to remember this." Bucky feels a little bad for the thoughts he has. He mentally took a picture of you cause he can't ask this from you, right? You're not a couple, and even if you were, it doesn't mean exchanging or keeping photos like this would be okay.

His hips touch your ass as he positions himself at your entrance. "Any limits that come to your mind? I won't ask again."

“We already decided on the rules. I don’t think there’s anything besides them.”

"I'm not gonna hold back this time." Not completely… he grabs a handful of your hair as he thrusts inside you. "I'm gonna pound the fuck out of you and you're gonna take it like a good little girl, understand?"

“I understand. You won’t stop until I say stop.”

"Jesus Christ." He moans halfway inside you at the feel of your extra wet pussy. He feels out of breath just by standing still. "How…"

“Oh, fuck.” You nearly choke. It feels unbelievably good. This position is doing wonders.

"I didn't think-" he says, but at the same time doesn't move an inch. "Fuck, it feels too good, this pussy is driving me crazy. You are driving me crazy." He grips your hair harder without warning and starts to thrusts properly inside you, making sure to squeeze your left breast with his free. The sounds of your wet skin slapping make him curse under his breath.

“You didn’t think what?” You sound out of breath already.

"I cannot fuck you with condoms again." Technically he can, but he doesn’t want to.

You smile widely. “Why is that?”

"Because I am completely fucked."

“You like it that much?”

"Like it?" He puffs, unamused, and starts to finally pound you the way he imagined a few weeks ago. Maybe even harder.

“Oh, fuck!” Yep, he’s right. You are fucked, too.

"You might need to fix me very often, you know?" He drops his hand from your hair just to properly grab your hips. You can barely keep your position like this, his thrusts are so deep.

“Fix you?”

"Yeah. Fix my cock." Oh, that’s what he means.

“We can fix each other then.”

"Ihm." He doesn't say much after this, too focused on kissing your back and keeping the pace at the same time. He's ready to come any minute.

“Harder, Bucky. Please!” You need to come. Really desperately.

"How much harder?" He thrusts a little harder. "More or like this?"

“As hard as you can.”

He doesn't disagree with you, but you know he's holding back even when he pushes harder. And harder. And harder.

"I'm gonna come," he manages to moan. "Fuck I'm gonna come inside you, gonna make a mess. Tell me you… t-tell me you want my come."

“I want your come, Bucky, please. p Please, come with me!” You are already shaking uncontrollably.

"Fuck." That's all you get from him before he's coming, his fingers digging so hard into your skin that you moan again, dizzy from your orgasm.

He keeps moving, making a mess, indeed. It’s already dripping out, you can feel it.

"I came so much." You hear him say suddenly through fogginess.

You smile, resting your head on the bed still, feeling unable to move.

"Not gonna say anything?"

“I died and went to heaven.” You murmur. The orgasm is still running through your veins, making you twitch here and there.

"I've been in heaven for a while."

You finally turn around and look at him. “It was so fucking good.”

"No words." He slowly gets out of you and you notice how happy he is, not taking his eyes off your pussy. "It's gonna start dripping… all over your thighs and sheets. What a nice mark." He even brings a finger to your entrance and pushes back some come.

“Do you have a breeding kink or something?” You smile while asking.

"A breeding kink?"

“Yeah, do you know what it is?”

"Something to do with my come inside you?" He teases. His confusion seems to fade away.

“Yeah, and getting me pregnant.”

He groans, closing his eyes.

“They do that pushing the come back inside thing most of the time.”

"I guess I have a breeding kink." He smiles, accepting it instantly, and finally closes the gap to kiss you. "You might not get rid of me now."

“I knew it!” You point at him with your finger. “I wasn’t gonna get rid of you anyways.”

"Wanna keep me as your boy toy?"

“You wanna be my boy toy?” Your whole face lights up.

"You look quite excited."

“I never had a boy toy before.”

"No?" He shakes his head. "Time to change that. And as your boy toy, I should always make sure you're having a good time." He surprises you by spreading your legs again.

“No, no, no, no. It’s my turn.”

Bucky shakes his head. "Need to get you clean, and then we can do whatever you want, alright?"

“You are really something else.” You sound amazed.

He smirks. "And you're stuck with me. You're all mine now."

You don't get to say anything anymore as you feel his tongue at your entrance. So you just grab his hair, closing your eyes, your exes long forgotten.

“And you are all mine.”

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oooh can’t sleep with thoughts of a dom!buckynat with sub!reader not sure if you’re taking requests but….

Stop Teasing Me // Bucky/Natasha x Fem!Reader

Summary: You were close with Bucky and Natasha, admiring their relationship but one day, when the three of you were alone during a power cut, your friends had decided on other ideas as to the nature of your relationship with them.

A/N: hello lovely anon, thank you for the request! Sorry it's taken me so long to write.

Tags: 18+ readers only, smut, threesome, dom/sub, fluff, friends to lovers, dom nat/bucky, sub reader, teasing, begging, hurt/comfort, rough kissing, oral, vaginal sex, face sitting, cum sharing, flirting, pet names

Words: 6.9k

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The Avengers tower was oddly silent today which was your favourite way for it to be as you sat at your desk, wiping away the crumbs that had fallen from your recently eaten muffin. You knew that the silence was due to it being a Saturday and therefore, the offices were closed in the tower but there was still research to be completed that you’d not finished through the week so some extra quiet hours were fine with you.

Emptying the crumbs that were in your palm, into the trash can under the desk, you returned your gaze to the screen, fingers moving across the keyboard with natural speed but then you were interrupted again as your phone began to ring for face time, Natasha’s name written on the top of the screen.

A smile spread across your face, your heart beating a little faster as you declined the fame time and selected audio instead, not wanting her to see that you were at work on your day off. “Hey”.

“Um excuse me, Milaya, I want to see your pretty face”, Natasha’s smooth voice through the phone had your face heating at both the nickname, translating to Darling, and the compliments that always came so easily from her.

“Sorry, I can’t at the moment”, you balanced your phone between your shoulder and ear, continuing with your work.

“Oh yeah? And why is that?”, she asked, her voice lowering slightly in a teasing tone.

“I just can’t… so are you ok? I thought you had an event today?”. Tony had arranged a luxurious event in DC for the Avengers to celebrate their latest victory on that side of the US.

Natasha pondered for a moment, “You just…can’t? I don’t believe that for a second, where are you?”, she asked, completely ignoring your questions.

Trying to think of the first excuse you could, you blurted out, “I’m at home and uh… naked, so I can’t face time”. Biting your lip at the excuse, feeling warm suddenly but not understanding why.

“Naked huh? Then maybe you should definitely face time me, baby”, her voice took a sultry tone as she continued to flirt and you had to cross your thighs over each other, arousal pooling in your underwear. Shaking your head and returning to holding your phone so it didn’t fall as you attempted to ignore the way your best friend was turning you on with only a simple flirt.

Natasha was your best friend but she was also in a relationship with your other best friend Bucky, you blamed your horniness on your lack of being touched and craving for attention, something that both Natasha and Bucky always seemed to give you.

“Stop teasing me” you reprimand her like usual, hearing her chuckle on the other end of the phone, “so where are you? Are you in DC?”

“I’m behind you”, Natasha whispered through the phone and you instantly craned your neck, swivelling in your chair to look around the empty room, not seeing anyone around.

“Ha ha, very funny Natasha”, you sarcastically say, followed by a heavy sigh as you pulled your chair close to your desk again. When she didn’t respond, you pulled the phone away from your ear to check it was still connected, “Natasha?” you asked seeing that it was still connected.

“Found you!”, a voice not on the phone but directly behind you, whispered delicately into your ear, causing you to jump up from your seated position, screaming and dropping your phone onto the desk. As soon as you saw the red-haired assassin, you groaned, gripping your chest to try and calm your pounding heart.

“You can’t do that, you’re going to give me a heart attack!”

Nat smirked devilishly, hanging up the call and placing her phone into her jean pockets, “I knew I’d find you here, are you some kinda masochist who likes working for free on their days off?” Her green eyes sparkled brightly in the bright overhead lights of the office as she sat up on your desk as you returned to your office chair, finally relaxing from being jump scared.

“It’s not like I have much else to do and anyway, I thought you and Bucky were away this weekend so what better time to finish my work than when my two friends are away?”

“Well luckily for you, our late-night flight has been cancelled due to the storms so everyone is over there partying up in DC and we are both free and wanting to see our favourite girl”.

Your face heated and you turned away so she couldn’t see your excitement but also had a quick look around for the other person mentioned.

“He’s not here, he’s waiting upstairs for us and cooking your favourite”.

You swallowed hard at her sentence, seeing her smile turning into a dark smirk as she looked at you through her eyelashes as you asked, “Why are you so sure that I’m going to join you both? I do have lots of work to do…”

Your friend jumped down from the desk, turning your swivel chair to face her and then knocked your knees apart so that she could stand between them, bending down, close enough that her sweet perfume invaded your nose, her hair falling against your cheeks as she hovered closely. Your fingers twitched to run through her hair, and stroke it behind her ears as she silky stated, “Because you can’t resist us”.

“Stop teasing me”, your voice was no louder than a whisper as you had to force yourself not to look at her lips. Once again, this was always what Natasha and Bucky were like always flirting with you and on the borderline of being too far.

Natasha takes a step back, standing to her full height with a large grin, showing her pearly white teeth, one hand raised and open in offering, a single sleek eyebrow raised in question, “So is that a yes?”

You couldn’t help but match her smile, taking her hand, “Of course it is”.

The two of you took the elevator upstairs to the Avengers floor which was the quietest you’d ever seen it other than when they were on a mission. Glancing out of the windows, you could see and hear the storm, rain pelting against the window, lightning brewing in the distance and due to the late hour, it was hauntingly dark.

Bucky was standing in the kitchen that opened up to the large living room area, the couches stretching across the length of the room, a TV somehow hanging from the windows that stretched from floor to ceiling, looking out over New York City.

“Ah, there are my two favourite girls”, Bucky shouts without looking over his shoulder as he continued to cook the delicious-smelling food. Natasha rushed over, sliding between him and the stove, leaning up to kiss his lips quickly, her eyes wide with love to match his. Bucky looked over his shoulder, wiggling his eyebrows as he looked at you, “Room for one more”.

This was what it was always like, always feeling like there was no line between friendly flirting and being serious. You didn’t mind though, being best friends with two Avengers and assassins had its benefits as they made you feel safe and protected and they weren’t exactly bad to look at. They could continue to flirt with you and you could then go home and think about them whilst you pleasured yourself, it was a win-win really.

Bucky was always the better chef out of the three of you so all of you ate happily around the table before settling onto the couch with a couple of drinks that were helping to relax you. There, you and Nat decided on a suitable film to show Bucky that he hadn’t seen but none of you was actually paying attention, spending more time chatting as you sat in between them, Bucky to your left, his arm over your shoulders so he could play with Nat’s hair who was sitting to your right, he body turned towards yours.

The topic always seemed to turn seedy as Nat quizzed her boyfriend, “You’re Steve’s best friend, James, do you know anything about him sleeping with Sharon? You can trust us”.

Bucky took a hefty swig of his beer as you watched him closely, particularly the way his throat moved as the swallowed. Realising what you were doing, you glanced down at your lap as arousal pulsed in your core, no you needed to get a hold of yourself so you took a sip of your own drink.

“I’m not saying anything”, Bucky says next to you with a not-so-subtle smirk on his face that made Natasha squint her eyes with a knowing look.

“You definitely know something Barnes, you can’t hide anything from me”, Natasha mumbled, shifting where she sat so she could lift her hand a stroke a strand of your hair behind your ears, making you look at her from the corner of your eye with a small smile. “What about you?”

“I don’t know who anyone else is sleeping with other than you two, I don’t even know who the office romance currently is”, your heartbeat quickened as she gave you a knowing look, her fingers stopping their exploration against your scalp.

“You know that’s not what I meant”, Natasha encouraged, moving a little bit closer on the seat so that her thigh brushed against yours, just as Bucky’s did the same, and you didn’t realise that he also had moved closer so that you could feel his warm body.

“Yeah tell us, surely you’ve got someone to call when you’re feeling a little warm under the collar”, Bucky asked with a teasing but casual tone that helped to keep you at ease but you had no juice gossip for either of them, your sex life completely dried up.

“You’re both so nosey but sorry to say there’s nothing to tell, which you both should already know anyway considering I spend all of my spare time with you both. There’s no one keeping my bed warm”.

Bucky wasn’t satisfied with this answer, “There’s got to be someone though”.

Your only answer was a shrug of the shoulders and a shake of the head no.

“Wait, so when’s the last time you were with someone because we’ve known you for a year and a half”, Natasha asked.

“Ummm”, you pondered, thinking about the exact dates whilst taking another sip.

“Oh no, it can’t be good if you have to actually think about it”, Bucky hesitates, looking at you with unease, dreading your answer.

Rolling your eyes at his dramatics, “It's not that bad, I’d say two years, maybe give or take a few months”.

“TWO?!” Natasha shouts causing you to flinch at her high-pitched cry.

“YEARS?!” Bucky continued with the shouting match in disbelief. “You can’t be serious”. Again, you shrugged your shoulders, taking another sip only to find your drink empty so you placed the glass on the small table in front as a flash of lightning illuminated the room as the storm drew closer.

“It’s not that big of a deal, I’ve got my toys and stuff”, you say casually, sitting back against the cushions and realising that both Avengers had inched forward more so their chests were rubbing against your arms.

“Even so, sometimes a toy can’t quite itch that spot”, Natasha says playfully, and she's so close now that you can feel her warm breath against your cheek.

“I guess, but it’s all I’ve got, it’s not like I’m meeting new people every day, I’m either in the office or with you two”.

What you hadn’t expected was for Bucky to reach with his metal hand, one of his cool fingers sliding beneath your chin, forcing you to look away from your lap and up to his handsome face. “But what if it’s not all you’ve got, what if you don’t need to meet someone new”.

Your thoughts seemed to vanish from your mind completely, white noise replacing any sane thoughts at Bucky’s words, his mannerisms, as well as Natasha. Was he still just flirting and toeing that invisible line of friendship, or was this something else? Your palms began to feel clammy as you weren’t sure what to do or what to say.

This was then a crash of lightning illuminated the room in a harsh white flash before being plunged into complete and utter darkness, the side lights that had brightened the room, the TV and all other brightness extinguished over New York as the storm caused the power to be cut.

It was an immediate defensive response that your body seemed to go into, heart pounding in your chest, as panic surged through you, a lump forming in your throat making it difficult to breathe as you stood, not sure as to why, probably being safer on the couch with two assassins but you needed to be on your feet, in preparation to run from the horrors the lurked in the shadows. There was nothing you hated more than to be in the dark.

It was disorientating to have your eyes wide open but not even make out the hand you held in front of your face, taking a step forward, forgetting the small table was there and tripping along. Thankfully Bucky could see better in the dark due to his serum and was on his feet, metal arm around your waist to catch you from falling, “careful Doll, it’s ok, the power has just been cut, you’re safe with us”.

Bucky pulled you flush again his body, the warmth giving you something to cling onto and that's precisely what you did, turning until your face was pressed against his muscular chest, hands tightly gripping onto his plain black t-shirt until your knuckles ached. From where you were hiding your face in the safeness of Bucky’s chest, you weren’t able to notice Natasha putting on her phone light, it wasn’t much of a light but it was better than nothing as she soothingly stroked down your spine as Bucky’s arms rubbed against your arms.

“It’s ok Milaya, you’re safe, there’s nothing here that can hurt you”.

Of course, somewhere in the back of your mind, you knew this was true but when you’re in ‘fight or flight mode’, your thoughts weren’t being rational. You hadn’t even noticed how hard you were breathing until Bucky took a step back from you so that he could cup your cheeks, forcing you to look up at him. From where Natasha had placed her phone torch on the table, the white light mostly illuminated his hair, his handsome face hidden including his calming blue eyes. “Listen to me, you’re safe with us, there’s no one else here I promise. I want you to sit with Natasha whilst I look for some candles, alright?”

You’re staring into the blank void of his face, scared that if you looked to the corner of your eye and into the darkness it would consume you whole. Bucky’s rough pad of his thumb brushed against the tip of your chin, tilting your head further up as you realised you hadn’t answered him, not trusting your voice and only giving a scared nod before turning to Natasha.

“Sit down with me, Sugar”, Natasha’s voice sounds like rich honey, thick and smooth and seemed to snap through your fear in an instant, sitting as if she enchanted you, her hand, equally as rough as Bucky’s from training wrapping around yours. She made you feel safe, they both made you feel safe, even if the darkness around the room still threatened to swallow you whole.

Again, like Bucky, Natasha tilted your face towards hers, making sure you didn’t look away and as she was closer to the torch, you were able to see more of her beautiful face, the plumpness of her lips, the rouge tint to her cheeks that always occurred when she drank alcohol and her eyes that looked at you with such softness had you shifting closer in on the cushions.

“Distract me”, your whispered urgently, “make me forget what’s in the darkness”.

Natasha smiled softly, letting go of your hand so that she could now cup both of your cheeks, encouraging you to, “close your eyes”.

Your eyes however did the opposite and widen, chewing on the inside of your lip with anxiety, wishing not to be thrust into complete darkness again.

Natasha noticed every sign of your distress, her thumb quickly brushing across your cheekbones, “trust me, close your eyes”.

Releculetnly you did as instructed now, hands lifting to hold onto her wrists for some sort of support and comfort as you closed your eyes, trying to concentrate on your other senses. The noise of Bucky walking around the room, gathering the scented candles scattered throughout the room and bringing them over to the table. Closer, you could hear Natasha’s slow, steady breaths, a stark contrast to your fast-paced ones so you tried to match hers, helping to slow your heartbeat as well. Then there was the touch of hers, the warmth of her wrists that you held, and the comfort of her hands crowding on your cheeks.

“Good girl”, Natasha praised meaning for it to be casual but the tone of her voice continued to be silky and almost intimate causing your body to warm, which mean that she could feel the reaction with where she was holding and therefore only made you heat more with embarrassment, shifting on the couch. Thankfully your eyes were still closed so you couldn’t see Natasha smirking, before continuing with her plan to calm you down, “Remember Milaya, you’re always safe with us.”

“I know I am”, your say under your breath.

“Then let’s distract each other, maybe we should continue the conversation we were having before”. Through all of the panic, you’d completely forgotten about Bucky’s seemingly flirtatious advances, his subtle touches and his low questioning voice. You weren’t entirely sure what to say and instead continued to chew on the inside of your mouth with nerves. Luckily, Natasha continued for you, “Two years is such a long time without being touched, why haven’t you said anything to us before?”

You frowned in confusion, “Why would I tell either of you? It’s not exactly something to brag about”.

“Not like that…”, Natasha let the words hang in the air for a moment before slowly saying the next few words, “We could have helped you, Sugar”.

The lump formed in your throat again, and you tried to swallow it but it didn’t seem to budge. “What… What do you mean?”

The couch cushions shifted behind you as Bucky finally returned. With your position, he was mostly facing your back as you could now make out the faint orange hue from beneath your eyelids and the different array of scents from the candles he had lit. You could feel him, a lot closer than he was before, his chest bumping against your back, but this only caused you to lean back into it, needing to feel him crowd around you with Natasha at your front.

When Bucky spoke next, it was near your ear as he leaned down to gruffly whisper, “I think you know what we mean, Doll”.

Again, it was instinct that had you trying to turn and look at him, your eyes opening for half a second before Natasha’s hand moved to cover them so you were still kept in darkness. “What?” you tried to ask, pulling on her wrists but she didn’t budge.

“I know what you’re like, you’ll panic if you look at us. Keep your eyes closed, let us look after you”, Natasha explained, she too had moved forward next to your other ear and her breath whisping against the shell of your ear caused you to shiver in anticipation.

“You’re teasing me again”, you say more as a defence for if they suddenly admitted that they were joking because there was no way that your two best friends, who were in a happy relationship, we actually being serious.

Natasha lowered his hand away from your eyes and you were quick to make sure your eyes were still closed, she was right, keeping them closed kept some sort of safety barrier from you, even though it was still darkness that surrounded you, their touch and voices were enough to distract.

The Black Widow was now tilting your face back towards her, “I would never tease about this Milaya, I’ve wanted to do this for so long”, she admitted, her thumb brushing against your lower lip, tugging on it gently. “Tell me you want this too”, her voice was smooth and familiar.

You pretended to think for a minute, maybe it was a good idea to actually weigh up the pros and cons of the situation but there was not a single rational thought in your brain. You wanted this, have wanted this for far too long.

“I want this”, you say with the most confidence heard thus far. Before you could process that you’d admitted this, Natasha closed the gap, her full lips pressing against yours. They’re softer than you had imagined, all of the tenseness from your muscles melting into the embrace, a sigh breathing out of your nose as you leaned into her touch.

Natasha took control and you were thankful for that, trying not to overthink if you were doing the right or wrong thing but the two of you moved together perfectly. Lips moving together, her tongue sneaking between to stroke yours and you could taste the alcohol and something that was uniquely her.

Just as you moaned into her mouth, another large hand was cupping the back of your head, tilting it in a different direction and then you were kissing Bucky over your shoulder. His lips were firmer than Nat’s but still full and plump but the facial hair rubbed around the skin of your face as he was immediately begging for your mouth to open with a swipe of his tongue against your top lip.

As Bucky is devouring your mouth, Natasha is clearing your hair away from your neck so that he could kiss the exposed skin, causing another shiver to ripple through you as more thunder continued to boom outside.

Bucky’s touches were softer than you thought, moving slowly, kissing your lips a few times before pulling away so you could both catch your breath. You tried to follow after him, spontaneously opening your eyes without thinking, and were blessed with the sight of Bucky looking lustfully at you, instead of Natasha who had begun to nibble on your ear lobe, causing a moan to rumble in the back of your throat.

“This is really happening”, you whispered in awe without thinking, the words causing Bucky’s mouth to tilt into a smile. From the corner of your eye, you could see the candles reflecting off of the metal of his left arm as he inched it around your waist, settling over your stomach, his fingers spreading over the area, pulling you back gently even closer.

The man chuckled under his breath, the noise travelled straight to your core, warmth and wetness forming more. “Yes, this is really happening, we’ve wanted this to happen for so long”, he admitted.

“You have?” you couldn’t quite believe what he was saying, why would two Avengers of all people, who were both in a happy relationship, ever want to be with you romantically?

Natasha eased your face towards hers again, “more than you could ever know. Have you wanted us to?”

Of course, you had, who wouldn’t want to be especially with how attractive they both were but your nerves were starting to increase again as you were actually looking at her and having this conversation, this wasn’t just a fantasy. Eventually, you mustered up the courage to stutter, “Ye-Yes, I’ve wanted you both too”, your throat felt suddenly dry as your fingers continued to tremble slightly. “But I uh- I don’t know um…”. You weren’t exactly sure how to say that you had absolutely no idea what to do. You’d never been with two people. Where do you touch? Who do you touch? It had been such a long time that you’d only had to look after yourself, maybe you should have just kept your eyes closed.

“Milaya”, Natasha cut you off, “now what I don’t want you to do is worry. I want you to relax and enjoy yourself.”

Bucky had returned to whispering into your ear, “Let us look after you”.

You don’t trust your voice so you nodded your head and Natasha closed the gap between you too as she kissed you with such passion that it took your breath away. She was quick to dominate, gripping your face to keep you in place and then tilting her own head to deepen the kiss.

Just as you’re about to moan, wanting more from her, Bucky is pulling you away from her so he could give you a just as fierce kiss, his teeth scraping against your lower lip, tugging it away to allow it to snap back again. It felt so good to feel both of them, one of your hands reached behind Bucky’s head and the other hand rested against Nat’s cheek but she was soon turning to kiss the inside of your wrist, stroking up your arm.

“Where can I touch you?” Natasha asked, her lips tickling the sensitive skin.

Bucky pulled away so you answer, “Anywhere!”

“Thank god”, Bucky praised before shifting to kiss your neck, teeth grazing underneath your ear as Nat’s fingers travelled up the jean covered inside of your thigh, cupping in between your legs. You mewled at the touch, grinding your hips into her hand then a thought came to your mind.

“Can you both still touch each other as well”.

Natasha fully grins, which Bucky matches, and as they both leaned towards each other, your arousal increased as they began to kiss hungrily. Sitting back on the couch, you could enjoy the sight before you but also get your bearings a little bit, catching your breath.

Both of the Avengers slowly came to a stop from where they leaned over you, turning their faces towards yours, making you feel a little bit like a deer in headlights but you didn’t have time to freak out as both leaned into opposite sides of your neck, kissing and nipping the area. You pushed your chest up, tilting your head back to give them more room, a hand of yours gripping each of their shirts.

As Natasha began pushing her fingers on your shirt, another thought came to your mind.. You were still in the Avengers’ shared living room, what if there were cameras, even in the darkness without the power, JARVIS still worked so maybe it wasn’t the best idea to fuck in here.

“Could we move to somewhere else?” you asked before quickly groaning as Bucky sucked the junction between your neck and shoulders.

“Mmm, as the lady wishes”, Bucky responded, kissing your cheek, standing from the couch and offering his hands for you and Natasha to take. Standing up again, you remembered that the room was still very much in the darkness outside of the candle halo that Bucky had created so you stayed close to them both. Natasha gave you her phone to use the torch on that and then she led the way to her’s and Bucky’s shared bedroom/

If felt intimate to be in this space that was meant for just the two of them. You had been in here before briefly on passing but nothing like this, only half aware of the layout of the room before Natasha is taking the phone from your hand, leaving it on the table in the corner, it only half-illuminating the room but before you could begin to panic, she was dragging you over to the bed.

She pushed against your shoulders gently, allowing you to topple into the centre of the bed, the smell of them both overwhelming as you unsettled the sheets but before you could fully relax into the soft material, Natasha had started to crawl up your body, eyes dark in the low light as they didn’t move from your face.

You lifted your head to meet her lips, as she thoroughly distracted you from the other hands that were on your body as Bucky had started to remove your clothes, starting with your shoes, and socks, then undoing your jean buttons between Nat’s legs and easing them down your body.

He then did the same with your shirt until you were left in your underwear and this was when he moved on to Natasha who still managed to kiss you gently whilst easing her clothes off but he didn’t stop until she was fully nude. Natasha straddled your hips, sitting up in all of her beauty so you could take her in, only half away that Bucky was also in the process of removing his clothes but you couldn’t look away from Nat. From her beautifully sculptured body, her peaked breasts, the muscles that you could feel in her thighs as you run your hands over them, she was just as you imagined.

And then Bucky was leaning across you, his mouth sealing around your still-clothed nipple, his other hand squeezing the other breast as he blocked your view of Natasha as you could feel her moving off of your body. This only meant that you could look over the man who was causing you to feel flutters in your core from his wicked mouth. His muscles were toned everywhere, and then he shifted so that his hard cock was in your eye line, he was thick and hard, precum gathering at the tip.

Your hands moved into his hair, scratching his scalp as he moved between both breasts, tugging on the material of your bra with his metal fingers and feeling it snap easily so that it exposed yourself, Bucky grinned cheekily having ruined your bra, “Oops”, he laughed before sucking greedily on your nipple.

“Bucky!” you groaned, arching your back as a smaller set of hands slipped your underwear down your legs. You tried to lift your head to watch Natasha but Bucky still crowded over your chest, making sure that you couldn’t see, his mouth and hands worshipping your tits.

Your legs were moved by the red-haired woman, spreading wide and your cheeks warmed at being exposed to her but then not being able to see her, maybe this was like before, it was better to now see and therefore not overthink.

Then you didn’t care anymore as her tongue teased against your folds, licking up the juices that had seeped out and she groaned at the taste, already wanting more, slipping her tongue deeper.

Natasha Romanoff was a master at work, always seemingly having a way with words and now her tongue was being put to other uses as she pleasured you, taking her sweet time to circle your hole that tightened and clenched with the need to be filled. Then there were the strokes against your clit, twirling in sweet circles before pressing hard and sucking.

“Nat- that feels so good”, you tried to lift your head to look at Nat but Bucky continued to block your view as he smiled around your perky nipple.

“She feels good, doesn’t she? Her tongue always knows just the right spots to have you quivering”, as Bucky finished his word, Nat pushed her tongue into your cunt, delving in and out like a starved woman.

You cried out, arching your back and Bucky now shifted with your movement, now kneeling over your upper body, his face hovering over yours as he gripped both of your hands into his wrist and held them above your head.

“Keep your eyes on me”, he instructed and you did, needing something to concentrate and hold onto as you looked into his shadowed face.

Your hips rolled against Nat’s face, feeling her nose bump against your clit as she concentrated on your hole, working it open with her muscle before she shifted slightly and she was removing her tongue and instead pushed her index and middle finger into your cunt as she began to suckle on your bundle of nerves. She scissored them out, stretching you slightly before doing a ‘come here’ motion, stroking against your spongey spot within, and your entire body seemed to light up, thighs trembling, toes curling and eyes wide as you didn’t look away from Bucky.

You could feel it, the tightening in your abdomen, your pussy walls clenching in anticipation as she didn’t change her pace, keeping it nice and steady as you become a blubbering mess.

“Are you going to cum for us?” Bucky asked, seeing the noticeable changes in your reactions and the way your tone became higher and needier.

“Yes… please! Feels so good, don’t stop Natasha!”. The only response you got from her was a moan directly against your clit and you couldn’t hold it back anymore, feeling like you were going to explode before the tension snapped, your pussy convulsing as you came.

“That’s a good girl, you’re doing so well for us”, Bucky praised into your ear before kissing you desperately, absorbing all of your moans onto his tongue, making you breathless. He pulls back as you suck in deep breaths, trying to calm your pounding heart in your chest but then as Bucky continued speaking, you thought your heart stopped altogether with anticipation. “I’m going to fuck you now, Doll”.

You only groan in response, continuing to lie there as Natasha began to kiss up your body, her cheeks, nose and mouth noticeably damp as she trialled up towards your face, replacing where Bucky had as he shifted down the bed to between your legs.

You felt bad that Bucky was able to find pleasure and Natasha had yet to find any so without overthinking the demand you quickly requested, “Please sit on my face”.

Both Avengers paused, looking back at one another before Nat’s looking down at you with a smirk, a single finger that had been inside of your cunt only moments ago, now stroking down your cheek as she asked, “Is that what you really want? You don’t have to do anything-”

“Please, I want you both, I want to try and make you feel good too”, you insisted, reaching for her and Bucky gripped each of your calves, lifting your legs to wrap around his waist, the tip of his cock delicately brushing against your thigh.

“Ok, Milaya, just let Bucky take a moment ok, want to make sure you’re ok and we aren’t hurting you”. You looked down your body to Bucky, you did appreciate how much they were checking in with you, especially now as he slide a hand up your abdomen, over your sternum between your breasts to cup your jaw, Nat moving out of the way just as he leaned down to kiss you slowly.

“You’ll tell me to stop if it’s too much, won’t you Doll?” he mutters against your lips and you nod in response, leaning up to kiss him again.

Slowly and carefully, Bucky’s cock starts to penetrate your cunt. He’s so bit but you expected nothing less from him and you have to remember to take deep breaths as the pleasurable burn surrounded your pussy, it had been so long since you’d had a real cock inside of you and god, did it feel so good.

As you adjust to him, you groaned when the pleasure started to increase and he then stands back up to his full height, holding onto your thighs, so he has something to pull on as he moved his hips with slow, shallow thrusts, getting you used to it before deepening the strokes.

This was when Natasha finally moved, knowing you were enjoying being fucked by Bucky as she straddled your face, in the direction so that she was facing down your body and towards Bucky.

Your arms wrapped around Natasha’s thighs, really feeling how her muscles tensed from their spread position. You weren’t sure whether you should pull her down and take some control but it was hard to think properly with Bucky’s cock rocking in and out of your cunt but luckily, it seemed Natasha was more than happy to be dominant as she lowered herself down onto your awaiting tongue.

She tasted perfect, salty and yet sweet and you were happy to find that she was just as wet as you were when she ate you out. Your tongue stroked the length of her, audibly swallowing everything that poured into your mouth, before pushing further, lifting your head slightly to connect with her clit.

You were graced with a sultry groan from the woman which in turn caused Bucky to moan as your cunt clenched in response. Firming your tongue so it pointed at the end, you felt Natasha continue to take control as her hips moved of their own accord, back and forth, grinding against your tongue so all you had to do was lie there and drink her juices.

Natasha leaned forward as she got off on your tongue, her hands grabbing Bucky’s face so that they could kiss, not that you could see from the angle but you could hear them both moaning into each other's mouths.

It felt so good, you were being so stimulated, knowing that Natasha was feeling good from your tongue and then the pounding that Bucky was giving you, his thumb rubbing slowly against your clit, it was perfect.

The rain from the storm was continuing to pelt against the window, and the lights outside from the city had begun to switch back on as the power was restored, so that the room was now further illuminated by the city lights but once again, you didn’t notice as your eyes were closed, fully hypnotised by the pleasure that was pouring through your body.

“Feels so good Doll, you’re so tight and wet”, Bucky grunted, lifting your ankles onto his shoulders and then massaging your calves as he fucked you harder and deeper.

You were mewling in ecstasy against Nat’s pretty clit, which in turn made her moan, tipping her head back and pushing up her tits for Bucky to stare at in awe.

The woman’s moans began to change, hips moving with more urgency and you knew that she was getting closer to her orgasms so you tried something different, copying her moves and began to suck on her clit, stroking your tongue against it in your mouth as you moved.

Natasha screamed out in ecstasy and a gush of juices coated your face, dribbling down your cheeks as she came, your name frantically coming from her lips as she slowly stilled her hips.

She’s breathing heavily as she moves to lie next to you on the bed, watching you with her head resting on her fist, her cheeks were even more flushed than before, her lips slightly swollen from eating you out and the kissing, she looked beautiful, you decided.

“That was so fucking hot”, Bucky praised, his eyes wide and hungry from watching his girlfriend cum against your mouth. He eased your legs down so that they were spread, giving him room to lean over you, kissing you with desperation, wanting to taste Natasha against your tongue.

Then you felt a slender hand rubbing against your slightly sensitive clit and you grunted, eyebrows furrowing as Nat began to help you reach your orgasm, as Bucky didn’t hold back with his thrusts, your hips pounding together.

Your orgasm took your breath away, and your legs shook as the waves of pleasure pulsed through your cunt, suffocating Bucky’s cock and making his eyes roll in euphoria then finally pull out as he was close to cumming himself.

Looking down between your bodies, trying to catch your breath from your orgasm, you tiredly watched as Bucky’s hard cock landed on your abdomen and Natasha began to feverishly wank him off, your juices gleamed over his shaft as he closed his eyes, concentrating on his pleasure.

You expected him to say Nat’s name so when your name was being moaned, your eyes lit up, biting your lip as Bucky’s seed spurted from the tip of his cock in thick ripes, coating your stomach before he finally relaxed, half collapsing onto the bed.

“That was so fucking hot”, Natasha whispered, her voice a little huskier from all the moaning. You watched with wide eyes as she leaned over your body, scooping up her boyfriend's cum with her tongue, before crawling towards your face and then kissing you slowly, passing his seed into your mouth where you hungrily drank him down, happy that you’d been able to taste both of them.

Bucky groaned again watching the act and then Natasha finally collapsed beside you on the bed, the three of you actually taking the time to catch your breaths and let the thrill of the pleasure and orgasms hum in your veins.

Cool metal fingers stroked against your temple, catching your attention, you looked towards Bucky as he asked, “How are you feeling? Are you ok?”

“Yeah, I’m really fucking great right now”, you say almost giddily, “ that was um.. That was wow”. You could hear Natasha chuckling beside you as Bucky looked affectionately at you.

You’d never felt so alive before, completely at ease with two of the most dangerous people in the world and you hoped more than anything that this wasn’t the last time that you saw either of them naked.

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