#John Bucky Egan Smut
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ɪғ ʟᴏᴠɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ɪs ᴡʀᴏɴɢ, I ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴡᴀɴɴᴀ ʙᴇ ʀɪɢʜᴛ — ʜɪꜱᴛᴏʀʏ ᴘʀᴏꜰᴇꜱꜱᴏʀ!ᴊᴏʜɴ “ʙᴜᴄᴋʏ” ᴇɢᴀɴ (Part Two)
john “bucky” egan x fem!reader (nsfw)
You finally have that dinner Dr. Egan promised.
warnings: age gap (reader is 23-25, Bucky is in his 40s), smut, unprotected sex, penetrative sex, face riding, cum eating
word count: 1.5k
author’s note: as requested, here is the second part of the fic part of the series!! I hope yall enjoy (:
masterlist | divider credit: @cafekitsune
based on this song | (If Loving You Is Wrong) I Don't Wanna Be Right - Barbara Mandrell
(the use of "Dr. Egan" is dropped by pov towards the end of the fic.)
this fic has been cross posted to ao3.
ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴄᴏᴘʏ, ʀᴇᴘʀᴏᴅᴜᴄᴇ, ᴏʀ ᴄʟᴀɪᴍ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋ ᴀs ʏᴏᴜʀs ᴏɴ ᴛᴜᴍʙʟʀ, ᴀᴏ3, ᴡᴀᴛᴛᴘᴀᴅ, ᴏʀ ᴀɴʏ ᴡᴇʙsɪᴛᴇ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴘᴇʀᴍɪssɪᴏɴ ᴛᴏ ᴜsᴇ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋs ɪɴ ᴀɪ ɢᴇɴᴇʀᴀᴛᴏʀs ᴏʀ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀʀᴛɪғɪᴄɪᴀʟ ɪɴᴛᴇʟʟɪɢᴇɴᴄᴇ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴀʏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴜsᴇ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋs ᴛᴏ sᴇʟʟ ғᴏʀ ᴀs ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏᴡɴ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛɪᴏɴ.
You’re very much aware of Dr. Egan’s eyes on you, drinking in your appearance. You had decided on a nicer dress for the dinner that your superior had promised. And ever since you’ve arrived at the table he had reserved, his eyes have done nothing but wander. You couldn’t help but stare as well, admiring the patch of chest revealed by Dr. Egan’s button-down. He had some graying hair there, and from what you could see, he was still very toned. Dr. Egan had let his hair be natural today without much product, and it curled stunningly. You wanted so badly to run your hands through it. You had not forgotten why he had offered dinner in the first place. And apparently, neither had he. After you had finished your meals and glasses of wine, you felt a hand on your knee.
“What do you say we get out of here?”
So here you are, walking into Dr. Egan’s home yet again. This time, the purpose is different, and the tension is thick. He walks over to the record player and puts on something before sitting on the couch. He pats a hand on his thigh, motioning for you to sit. You nervously walk over to where Dr. Egan sits and slowly perch yourself on his thigh. His hands find your hips, comfortably massaging your flesh through the fabric of your dress. You look down at him- there’s a small smile resting on his face and something gleaming in his eye.
You boldly take hold of Dr. Egan’s face, eagerly pressing your lips to his. You can feel his light stubble underneath your palms. He moves you up further along his thigh until your knee is flush against him, and the contact makes him groan into the kiss quietly. You take the opportunity to slip your tongue through Dr. Egan’s lips, battling him for dominance. You willingly let him take over, nearly jumping out of your skin when he presses your hips down against his leg. But your shock is quickly replaced with pleasure as Dr. Egan guides your body against his thigh. The movement of your hips brings your knee into his slowly hardening bulge at a delicious angle.
“Just like that,” Dr. Egan sighs, “So pretty sitting on my thigh like this.”
“I’d be prettier sitting somewhere else,” you say out loud, not entirely meaning to.
But your words hang in the air like a promise.
Dr. Egan pauses his movements, his grip stilling on your hips, “Like where?”
You gulp, bravely running your hands across his face and through his hair, “Here.”
“My face?” Dr. Egan smirks, and you feel your ears burn.
“Yes,” you bite your lip, “Is that okay?”
“Couldn’t imagine anything finer,” Dr. Egan grins, moving you off his lap so you could stand up and he could lay down on the couch.
He takes a pillow and shoves it under his head as he makes himself comfortable, his hand reaching out for yours, “Ready?”
You slip your fingers underneath the band of your underwear, letting it slide down your legs before you step out of them and your shoes. You carefully climb over Dr. Egan’s face, planting your knees on the sides of the pillow as you hover. He grabs your thighs, pulling you down flush against his mouth, where his tongue immediately darts out to lick a stripe up your slit.
“So wet already? All for me, hmm?”
“All for you, Dr. Egan.”
He pulls away momentarily, “I told you to call me John, sweetheart.”
You chuckle, wiggling your hips against his nose, “Okay, John.”
John hums contently as he laps up your wetness, moving his tongue to swirl your essence around your clit before he suckles it gently, making you moan quietly. He does the action again, suckling a little harder to make you moan louder. He succeeds, and your hips buck against his face as you grow louder with every sharp suck of your bundle of nerves. John starts fucking you with his tongue, letting his nose prod your clit. as you ride his face without shame. Your fingers grip his curly hair harshly as John eats you like he’s starving, and your cunt is his first meal in forever. You feel yourself growing close to the edge as the older man doesn’t let up on eating you out.
“I’m close,” you warn, panting as you snap your shaky hips forward.
John moves his head from side to side, flattening his tongue against your clit as he brings you to your orgasm. You feel yourself gush on his tongue as you ride his face slowly, letting your orgasm fizzle into a high. John licks you clean of your cum and arousal, despite your mewls of overstimulation.
“Your turn,” you say, catching your breath as you climb off John’s face and settle on his lap.
You palm him through his dress pants, causing him to grab your wrist.
“I wanna ride something else now, John,” you say, a mischievous smile taking over your features, “Is that okay?”
John’s grip on your wrist loosens, and he allows you to unzip his pants and pull him out of them. You lazily stroke him a few times before moving up on his lap, gathering your wetness on the tip of his length before slowly pushing onto it. John hisses at the feeling of you enveloping him, your cunt swallowing every inch of him greedily. His hands grip your hips as you take him fully.
“Been thinking about this view for a while,” John admits, and you can’t help but smile.
“Really?’ you ask, letting yourself adjust to the feeling of him inside you before pulling off and slamming back down, “How is it?”
“Fuck,” John curses, “It’s good, very good.”
His hands move to squeeze your breasts through your dress, and much to John’s delight, you aren’t wearing a bra underneath. His thumbs brush over your pebbled nipples as you gain a steady rhythm, rocking yourself against his hips. John runs his hands all over your clothed body, wishing he could see you naked. But he’s too distracted by the dragging of your walls along his length to think about doing anything else.
“I’m glad to impress you, John. Or should I say Dr. Egan?”
John growls lowly at that, snapping his hips upward to match your pace.
“I hope my performance is everything you hoped for,” you tease, your hands finding the buttons to his shirt and popping them open. You let your palms move across his chest, your nails grazing the hair that scatters the expanse of it.
“Never thought I’d see the day that my star pupil would be riding me,” John plays along to your professor-student comment, “I’d like it even better if she came on my cock like the good girl she is.”
Your moans are audible by now, the pleasure becoming too much to remain silent. The feeling of your older counterpart hitting your cervix dead-on is dizzying. Your nails start to press into the skin of John’s chest as you feel your second orgasm creeping up into your abdomen. You raise your stuttering hips up almost entirely off of John’s body before pushing back down as hard as possible, fucking him with what energy you have left.
“You relax, baby. I got the rest,” John flips the two of you over, hiking one of your legs over his shoulder as he pounds into you.
This maneuver takes you by surprise, but you allow him to take you on the couch like you dreamed of ever since you felt that spark between you. You never would have guessed your pursuit for your M.A. would end up like this, but the feeling of you sinking deeper into the couch with every thrust makes it worth it. John feels himself losing control as your cunt flutters around him, on the edge of convulsion as your orgasm begins to take hold. You cry out, gripping John’s biceps as you feel him hit the spot inside you perfectly, and it sends you to the point of no return. You cum around him hard, causing him to finally spill inside you with a groan.
You’re gasping for air as John pulls out of you, rushing to the restroom for a hand towel to clean you with. He’s gentle and waits for you to come back to Earth on your own time.
“You alright, doll?”
You nod, putting a hand on his cheek as he leans down to give a soft kiss on the lips.
“I just thought I’d remind you your thesis is due to me next week,” John cracks a smile, and you throw the pillow behind your head at him.
“Ruined it,” you roll your eyes, “Ruined my high, John. But thanks for the reminder.”
Then you realize you have another year and a half to spend working alongside John- Dr. Egan. And you wonder how that will work out after all of this.
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True North - John "Bucky" Egan x Original Female Character
Summary: Struggling to defy expectations during the height of WWII, Captain Stella Frank is determined to prove her worth as an Air Transport Auxiliary Pilot in the male-dominated world of aviation. As she navigates the skies with skill and determination, she encounters a diverse array of characters, each with their own struggles and triumphs. Among them is John "Bucky" Egan, whose charm, bravery, and dedication to his fellow pilots catch Frank's attention amidst the chaos of war. Can they navigate not only the treacherous skies but also the complexities of love and loyalty in a time of uncertainty and sacrifice? Or are they doomed to go down in flames like the world around them?
Chapter I
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Planes dotted the landscape, the tower looming in the background. Most of the planes would find homes on other bases or airfields, another tool for the boys to use in their battles. For a while it felt like production was stalling, they had so few to ferry around, but it seemed in the last year or so it had definitely picked up, so many different classes of aircraft ready to be delivered to the Allies. Frank hadn’t yet flown into Thorpe Abbotts, the Royal Air Force station just a handful of miles to the east of Diss, Norfolk. It was fairly new, having been built the previous year, but once the United States Army Air Forces took possession of the airfield, it seemed like activity was picking up.
The boys at Thorpe Abbotts seemed to be going through planes like candy, and Frank was pretty sure this was their fifth ferry to the airfield in less than two weeks. Typically they flew to the smaller satellite bases once a month, maybe twice if there were mechanical issues, but five timesin two weeks? Something was definitely going on in East Anglia. She’d heard low rumblings of the amount of planes that went down during their missions from the British pilots—the men criticizing the Americans for bombing during the day rather than waiting until evening. One conversation she overheard at dinner a few weeks ago seemed to be about the recently arrived 100th Bombardment Group and how they kept losing men to dumb tactical decisions. “It’s war,” one of the heavier accented men had said, slumped backwards in his chair as he rested a beer on the table, “you do what you need to survive.”
“...are you listening to a word I’m saying?”
Frank’s eyes snapped back to those of Commander Dorothy Skylar’s, the three gold stripes she wore on the shoulder strap of her jacket seeming to catch in what little sunlight they had today, making Frank’s two stripes seem even less important than they already felt. “Yes, sorry,” Frank shook her head and the memories away, forcing herself back into the present, “I was just thinking about Thorpe Abbotts and some of the conversations that I’ve heard in passing about it.”
“They’re losing men and planes at a rapid rate of speed,” Dorothy nodded, glancing down at the folder of papers Frank just realized the woman was carrying, “I don’t think this will be your last ferry there.”
“No,” Frank turned her head as she watched the massive Boeing B-17 Flying Fortress come into view, eyes slowly taking in the matte green of the plane, white lettering and stars decorating the wings and body, “no, I don’t think it will be either.”
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Sweet John
Summary: John keeps finding ways to stop by the hospital to see you, until he finally gets what he wants.
Pairing: Major John "Bucky" Egan x female reader
Content/Warnings: John Egan being a charming bastard, 18+ smut (minors don't interact), unprotected sex. This starts real innocent, but it's really not.
Notes: If you have any requests you’d like me to write please let me know! Comments and reblogs are always appreciated! Thank you!
As you're helping wounded soldiers, rushing through the corridors of the campaign hospital at base, you bump into none other than Major John "Bucky" Egan.
You look up to see his smug smile. "Sorry, sweetheart." His hand gently over your arm as a way to balance you.
If you didn't know better, you'd even believe he might have done it unintentionally.
"It's alright Major." You tried to rush past him, with towels in both your arms to the end of the corridor.
"You shouldn't carry all that yourself." He takes half of the load from your arms. "Let me help. It's the least I could do."
He carries on up the corridor, following close behind you. You turn your head to him for a few seconds. You know you should be resisting. But he's very, very persuasive. Even when his uniform is covered with blood.
"You have blood on your uniform." You simply state.
"Oh, yeah." He shrugs, not bothered to wipe it off. "You know how it is." he tells you "Can't even breathe at battle without getting some blood splashed on you." He looks at you. "You've got some on you as well."
You look down at your own white uniform. "It has seen better days, yes." You continue to walk to the end of the corridor, entering one of the patient rooms.
John follows after you and looks around as soon as you're inside. "Oh, you're taking these to..." he trails off a bit as he sees who's playing in that bed. One of the men from his squad.
"Hi Sergeant. How are we feeling?" You spoke to the man resting on the bed.
The Sergeant looks up at you. "I've been better." As soon as he sees the Major behind you he tries to sit up, still a bit shaky. "Major." he says, his voice hoarse.
"I'm gonna clean that open wound and switch it up, is that alright?" you asked the man in the bed.
"Thank you, miss." he adds as you begin to gather your tools.
You can feel the Major's gaze on the back of your head as he watches from the doorway.
"It's gonna hurt a little. Take this." You hand the patient a bottle of alcohol to drink.
He takes it, grunting a little from the pain of just moving. He takes a sip and sets the bottle down. As you pour liquid over the wound to clean it, the Sergeant's leg moves in pain. He grunts loudly and moves in his bed. You feel the Major aproach the bed and hold the Sergeant with no trouble. He tries to move again but the Major's grip is firm.
"It's alright. Just hold still now." Major Egan tries to calm the man. You see the compassion and concern on his face. His hand is still on the Sergeant's lower body, ready to steady him again if necessary.
You say nothing, continuing to clean the wound and prepare the needle to stitch. The Major remains close. He watches you work, and his focus is almost entirely on exactly that. The Sergeant squirms in the bed again, but the Major remains in place.
"Easy." the Major tried to calm him down.
"Almost done, Sergeant." you mention as you finish stitching him up.
"Th- thank you." The Sergeant glances toward the Major. "She's real good, I'm telim' ya, sir."
You chuckle as you begin bandaging his wound. "Now... you shouldn't get up. Just try to rest and no missions for a few days. This needs to heal properly."
"Roger that, nurse." the Sergeant replies with a smile. "Will do." he finishes. "Could I get some more of that bottle, though? You know how it is."
You smile as you hand him the bottle for the second time. He takes another sip, as you hear Major Egan chuckle, keeping his eyes on the man and then on you as you put the remainder of the supplies away in a near medical cart, back turned to both men.
"She's pretty, ain't she, sir?" the Sergeant asks his Major who's sitting beside him still, in a lower voice.
As you barely hear the Sergeants comment, you tried to pay no attention to it, not curious to hear the Major's response.
You hear the Major chuckle again. "She is. I'm sure she's even got herself a fella already. Some lucky bastard."
"Probably some high rank fella, too." the Sergeant continues jokingly.
"Not a high enough rank for that, no." You barely hear Major John say.
As you finish storing all utensils, you approach both men again. "You rest up Sergeant. I'll tend to other soldiers now."
The man thanks you, as he rests his head back on the pillow and closes his eyes. The Major still has his gaze on you as you walk past him.
You continue to go about your shift, working on other patients in other beds. You do your best to ignore the Major's gaze when he is watching you from afar.
"Am I under some kind of evaluation, Major?" You asked unfazed, not looking at him, but still tending to a patient.
Somewhat caught off guard by the question, the Major's calm demeanour slips a bit. "Uh... no. I was-" he clears his throat "Just... checking up on... on your patient care."
"On my patient care?" You chuckled. "How's that going then?"
"It's going very well." he replies a little too quickly.
"Well I'm glad." You paused. "Thank you for the help back there."
"Any time." he replies. You see that he wants to say something else, but stops himself. "You've got everything under control in here then?"
"Sure thing."
"Great." He clears his throat again. "I'm..." He's having trouble finding the right words. "I'll let you get back to work then."
"Thank you, Major."
"Yeah. Sure, no problem." He finally leaves the room. You don't see him again for a while, but notice his eyes on you several times over the rest of the week or so.
A few weeks passed and the hospital became less busy. Patients were recovering and the missions were being successful over all. You notice the change. It's more peaceful, which is just what both you and the soldiers needed.
But there is one thing that has changed your routine. Major John "Bucky" Egan has been coming by to see you more often. And each time he does, he stays a little longer and talks a little more. He always makes sure to pay careful attention to everything you say, and always makes an effort to keep the conversation going. You can feel the other nurses and doctors giving you disguised looks, wondering if there's something going on with the two of you.
The Major even shows up when you're not working, and seems to hang around to see when you start your shift or finish for the day. He's always just hanging back, not being too obvious about it. You found it quite charming actually, the effort he would go into just to talk to you for a little while. It was definitely flattering. He's a handsome man, and he's got a certain charm and confidence about him that you can't help but like. Although you're still unsure how to feel about all of the attention, and that uncertainty definitely shows on your face as he approaches you yet again, and starts up another conversation.
"Major Egan." You say after he approaches you.
"Nurse." he replies with a polite smile. He's carrying a coffee mug and offerts it to you. "I figured you might be tired after your shift."
You gladly accepted it. "That's incredibly thoughtful of you."
"I try." he shrugs his shoulders with a smile. You can see his gaze still on you as you take the mug. For a little while he doesn't say a thing, just watching you as you take a small sip from the cup.
Suddenly, he clears his throat a little and speaks again. "I was wondering... there's a cafe outside the base... I though it'd be nice to go there and get something to eat." he says. He's still looking you straight in the eyes while saying it, his body relaxed and his hand resting casually on the mug. "Would you like to join me?" he adds after a moment.
"Right now?" you ask calmly.
He nods after a moment. "If you'd like." he responds. "We could both do with getting some real food. Maybe something more comforting than camp rations." He gives you a small smile, still watching you carefully as he waits for your answer.
You smiled at him for a second. "I'd like that."
His smile grows a little wider. "Great." He starts to back away. "I'll... I'll head out there now." he says "I'll be waiting just outside. The cafe's not far."
"I'll be right there." you smile.
He gives you one more little smile before making his way outside and waiting just out front of the camp, leaning agaisnt the wall and looking out the gate.
You head to the locker room where you find a colleague. You head inside to change out of your work clothes.
"Hey there." she grins "how have things been with you?"
"Good." you smile.
"Major's been going around again today, hasn't he?", she asks, glancing over at you.
"Um... yeah, he has." you continue to change into your clothes.
"Yeah, I figured as much. He coming around more often now? Spending more time talking to you?"
You chuckle, embarrassed. "I guess, yes."
"Well, I figured he had a thing for you" she laughs. "It was only a matter of time before he started getting a little flirtatious. He's not very good at hiding it."
"I think he's just being nice." you said as you buttoned your shirt.
"Sweetie, he's more than just nice. Major Egan has a reputation aroud here, you know. He doesn't go around being sweet to just anyone."
"Well, I don't know. I don't want everyone to go around and talk about this. The other nurses are real nosy!"
"Oh cm'on, don't worry. They'll just tease you a bit if they can tell that something's going on. And besides, nothing exciting happens around the hospital, so they cling to anything." she paused "But you're lucky. The Major's a looker, and I'm sure that you wouldn't mind his attentions, huh?" She gives you a playful nudge as she asks.
You chuckle as you looked at her. "He really is a looker isn't he?"
"Hell yeah he is." she laughs "A real man after my own heart. And the more things continue like this between you guys, the more certain I am that you might be the lady that gets to keep him to herself."
"Well, I don't know about that."
"Oh, come on. Just look at him. Just waiting right outside for you."
"Alright now. Enough of this." you said as you put your coat on. "I'm heading out."
"I'll see you back here later." she chuckles as you head out.
You find Major Egan just where he said he'd be. As you pass him and make your way to the gates outside, he starts walking with you, keeping his hands in his pockets.
"That's your work done for the day?" he asks casually.
"I have to get back in a few hours.... night shift."
"Ah... sure. Night shift. Busy workload tonight?"
"I don't think so."
He keeps his hands in his pockets the entire time, but he seems comfortable, confident, and content. "I bet it'll get busy in there." he adds, pointing to the cafe. "They have some of the best coffee and food around here."
"Have you been there lately?" you ask.
"It's been a little while now." he replies. "I had some time off last night and was going to go there, but I ended up making a stop by the hospital." he shrugs a little. "Had to see if you were looking after these soldiers properly, of course." he adds jokingly, raising an eyebrow at you.
"Yeah, you've been a real caring Major these last few weeks."
"Well, I was just making sure you were up to the task of caring for our troops." he continues.
"Oh, your soldiers never complained."
He smiles at your comment. "Glad to hear it." He looks at you again, a small grin on his face. "Or maybe it's just that they have something nice to look at while they're recovering?"
"Alright now Major Egan."
"Oh come on, why don't you just call me John, hm?"
You looked at him for a couple of seconds. "If you're sure."
He gives you a little nod, still smiling. "Absolutely."
You approach the cafe and he holds the door open for you as you walk inside.
The cafe is busy as John said it'd be. Off duty soldiers fill the place with their drinks, raised voices and the smell of cigars. Most of them are playing a game of cards at the tables. Several are chatting and laughing with each other, making it a very lively environment. Major Egan steps inside and closes the door behind him.
"It is busy, isn't it?" he asks as he guides you to an empty table. He holds your seat out for you before sitting down across from you. "You don't mind it being so busy, do you?"
"Not at all."
He smiles, his hands still in his pockets. A waiter comes to your table and takes your order. John asks you what you want and then orders for you. You just smile politely at the waiter before he heads off.
"I'm glad you agreed to come with me this afternoon." he says after a moment in silence. You notice him leaning forward on the table as the conversation continues. He seems quite calm, but you can tell how focused he is on you.
At one point, one of the soldiers at another table glances over at the two of you, and then nudged the others at the table. There's a murmur of conservation and a few more glances as the others take note of the Major and the nurse sitting together again.
The Major doesn't seem to notice though. It remains a lighthearted conversation, but there's an undercurrent of something a little bit more going on underneath the surface.
Before either of you realize, both of you have been talking to each other for half an hour. The Major shows no signs of losing interest in the conversation.
After a while, a couple first year Sergeants approach the table curiously, excitedly presenting themselves to John.
"Major Egan, sir!" the first says confidently.
"Major." the second follows. They both glance at you a tad nervously.
The Major looks up at them and smiles, still sitting at the table casually. "At ease, gentlemen" he says, raising his hands off the table, but still relaxed.
"Sir, a few of the men were wondering if they could get an extended leave, due to the successful mission earlier today."
The Major stares at the first Sergeant for a second, and his eyes dart over to you. He's still smiling a little, but there's a serious side to him that comes through as he talks with them.
"I understand that you were planning on extending their leave to allow them to rest?" he replies to both men.
"Yes, sir." the first replies "if that's alright with you, sir?"
"It's alright, Sergeant." the Major nods again. "There'll will be no issue on my part in regards to that. How many days are you looking at?" he asks, looking between the two Sergeants.
"Around a week" one of them replied boldly "if that's fine with you sir?"
"A week, hm?" he stares at them for a moment. "A week should be sufficient for them to recharge, especially after a mission like this morning. Make it happen."
The Sergeants both nod their heads. "Yes, sir." They both give you a resrpectful salute before turning back around and walking to the larger table.
"Major Egan..." you say mockingly. He was so different when he talked to you.
He glances over at you with a little half grin. "Yeah?" He laid back in his chair as he waits for you to continue.
"And just when I was about to call you John." You say.
He chuckles softly at that. "Go ahead and call me John. If anyone around here is going to call me that, it should be you." he took a sip from his beer.
That gave you a chill down your spine, out of nervousness.
He sees that he has gotten some sort of reacting out of you, but that smile still remains on his face. "Go ahead, call me John."
"Alright, stop that." you chuckle.
"I just want you to call me by my first name. Is that too much to ask?"
You look at him in the eyes for a second, before smiling. "In here?"
"Here" he pauses "or anywhere else if you'd like." He lays back and continues to smile. That damn smile.
As you take in his comment, music starts to blast and all the soldiers rise from their seats and grab the women to dance. The cafe instantly becomes an athmosphere of fun and liveliness.
The Major glances over at the dance floor. "Would you like to join me?"
You nod your head shyly, and take John's hands as he pulls you into the dance floor. The music is a classic swing tune, and the soldiers all seem to know the moves perfectly, moving with rhythm and flow in a very playful mood.
Major Egan seems to be familiar with the dance, and as he moves with you his confidence and skill is undeniable. He leads you easily, gently pulling you around and twirl you in his arms, and all the while, he stays completely focused on keeping you steady, stable.
"You're a good dancer." he tells you, still smiling playfully as he does. He spins you around in his arms and then back around again, pulling you close enough so that his face is inches from yours. He's still maintaining a comfortable distance between you two, but it's evident that he wants to be so much closer.
The music begins to pick up more, and as it does, his moves become just a little bit more intimate and playful. His arms around your waist. It's clear that he's more than just enjoying the dance.
Moving his hands down to your hips as he holds you, not giving you quite as much space as before. He tilts his head and gets closer to your face, maintaining that same playful grin.
"Careful, John." you say over the music, teasing him.
He chuckles at the teasing, but he doesn’t pull away, nor does he stop dancing with you.
His movements get a little bit more playful now, bringing you in even closer.
"John..." you begin.
“Yes?” He stares at you with that same grin on his face, but his eyes have become more intense now, as if wanting to know where this is going.
"Kiss me." you ask.
His eyes remain on you as he stares quietly for a second, but then he finally leans in to meet your offer. There is nothing playful or light-hearted about this exchange. This is a serious and bold moment for the both of you. Major Egan goes completely for it, pressing his lips against yours. And as he does, his hands moves to your hips and pulls you even closer to him. The kiss was slow but eager, like weeks of tension have been building up. Every movement and gesture felt intentional. His hands on your hips feel more intense and firm now. You pulled back and heard the music echo.
The moment of silence was deafening.
The music was no longer all that you could think about. He stares back at you, clearly still wanting more, but he holds back from following through in that very moment.
"Let's go." you say looking up at him.
He doesn't answer, but simply nods his head. He takes your hand in his own, and together, the two of you exit the dance floor and leave the cafe. As soon as you hit the street night air, John grabs your hand and pulls you close again, his lips finding his way to yours. Your bodies are pressed against one another, and the intimacy of the moment is undeniable. His lips find yours again, this time, more eagerly. And he lingers for a second or two, savoring the kiss. This time, it feels like he’s taking it further, as his hands start moving down to your waist more playfully.
“You wanna take me to bed?” You simply say.
He looks back at you, a bit amused at the question, but also somewhat surprised that you had the boldness to suggest that.
He stares for a second, his lips partially parted. “Yeah. I do.”
His answers are blunt and straightforward. But there’s also a confidence and assertiveness about him that makes it very evident that he is completely and totally up for that idea.
You smiled. He smiles back at you, before leaning forward to take your hand again. But this time, he doesn't just hold your hand. He interlocks his fingers with yours, his hand more possessive now as he glances down at your interwined fingers.
He leads you back into the base, guiding you towards his quarters.
The silence between you two is punctuated with little whispers and small talk here and there, but overall, the atmosphere is very much still intimate and playful between the two of you.
You noticed your environment. You've never been in this part of the base before, as it was only reserved for the Majors. It’s clear that this is a very private side of the base, for these higher ranking officers to be able to relax in the company of their women.
As you walk down the corridor, you hear the song My Funny Valentine by Chet Baker echoeing from a hall near by. Major Egan guides you through the hallway, the two of you still following hand in hand, until you both finally arrive at his room. You enter and before you could assimilate the space around you, John grabs your waist from behind, spins you around and you watch him close the door behind him so effortelessly, just before he kisses you gently, but passionately.
Everything around you has become a blur now, but you feel his hand on your back, leading you closer to his bed.
You start to walk backwards as he guided you. You put your arms around his neck, looking for support as he kisses you eagerly now. You jump, clinging into his body, as he grabs the back of your legs with his hands, easily supporting your weight. You moan quietly as he starts to feel your skin under your skirt as he holds you with both his hands.
John exhales soundly. "God..." he trailed off "You even sound beautiful."
His lips attack yours once again, filled with desire. His comment gave you chills all over your body. You felt him sit on the bed, you now straddling his lap. Being this close to him left you intoxicated, even speechless. You had nothing to say to him. Your attempts seemed to only come as careless whispers or moans as he explored your body with his hands.
"John..." you finally spoke.
You felt him smile into the kiss. "Yes?"
You took a second to answer, processing his touch. "Fuck me." You finally said.
He couldn't hide his smile. "I wanted to do this right." he paused as you looked at him. "I wanted to make love to you first."
The smirk plastered on his face made you melt. His eyes glistening with adoration for you.
You retributed the smile. "Sweet John..." you began tracing his features with your fingers. "Please do that."
You saw his smile grow slightly wider just before he closed the gap between both your lips.
He held you closer, his grip on you more firm, but never once hurting you.
“I imagined this moment a lot.” He confessed.
You began to take his uniform off. His shoulders so broad and his arms like two comforters around your torso. He did the same with your clothes but taking his sweet time to take in every little detail about you. The curve of your neck, the shape of your breasts and the freckles on your skin. Most of all he noticed the way your expression changed slightly when you became blushed with arousal.
His pants were bothering you, they were in the way. Your hand flew to his belt, trying to unbuckled it with no success. You saw him chuckle, surprisingly out of nervousness, as he helped you take it out. You always thought the Major John Egan would be swift in these manners, he had experience after all. It was the only thing nurses talked about, how much luck he had with women, inside or outside base. Was it so hard to believe that he could be actually nervous because you were the one unbuttoning his pants and trying to discard them? That was hard to grasp.
John grabbed the low of your back with one arm, supporting the other on the bed to lay you on top of it. He stood sat on the bed even after kicking his uniform pants, watching as you lay naked waiting for him to join you.
His expression was a mix of desire and adoration.
"What is it?" You asked laughing.
He shook his head slightly. "Nothing." he opened his mouth for a second before speaking. "I just think you're the most beautiful thing I've seen walk this earth."
You visibly blushed. How could you not? "You're just saying that because-" he interrumpted you immediately.
"Clothed or not." He said plainly, guessing the rest of your phrase. He looked at your face for a couple of seconds, and you did the same with difficulty. He was so handsome, his hair dischevelled falling perfectly on his forehead.
Not bearing it being away from him one more second, you grabbed his hand and pulled him to lay on top of you, opening your legs, allowing for him to fit in the empty space.
He immediately kissed you, your bodies now glued to each other. You could feel his hard member press against your core. You bent your kness, allowing him access. Your way of letting him know what you wanted.
He positioned himself at your entrance, ever so carefully. He looked at your expression as you gasped slightly, feeling him. He then kissed you gently, but eagerly, as he pushed himself inside you, slowly. Your mouth hang open as you threw your head slightly back on the pillow. He looked down at you, and he swore he could come undone right then and there, watching you in that blissful state.
You felt his lips on your neck, beginning in the low of your jaw until the base of your neck. You exhaled when you felt his touch and he could feel the vibrations of your voice on his lips.
His thrusts were purposely slow so you could adjust to his size. Soon enough he started to go deeper as you dig your nails in his upper back muscles.
"Faster." You pleaded, your voice only coming out as a low whimper.
He could hear it alright. John picked up his pace and you moaned louder as you felt every inch of him molding you.
"You feel so good." you heard him say between grunts into your lips.
You brought your lips to his, kissing him deeply. You broke it to speak finally. "John..." you called out his name. "I'm- I'm close."
"I know sweetheart, I know you are." his voice intoxicated you with desire, you could barely control yourself. "I can feel you closing on me." he continued thrusting in and out at that perfect pace. "You can let go... I wanna see that perfect face when you cum."
That was enough for you to explode. You soon came undone, your voice a higher pitch when you moaned his name a couple of times. You felt his warm release spill inside you. His face inches away from yours, mouths open, exhaling as you both reached your high. The moment that followed seemed like completely silent, only your breaths almost in perfect sync.
He smiled after noticing tears of pleasure in the corner of both your eyes, kissing each one of them away from your face. You both moaned when he removed himself inside you, both still very much overstimulated.
He laid next to you, immediately pushing you into his chest, arms wrapped around you. There were no words needed. You guys didn't have to talk about what happened. It was clear.
A few minutes were passed in silence. You looked at the clock on his wall, which marked almost twelve.
"Shit, I have to go. The night shift." you grabbed a bed sheet instinctively to cover yourself as you sat up, looking for your clothes scattered on his bedroom's floor.
"No." his voice lingered, pulling you back on the bed again. "You're staying here tonight."
You smiled as you looked at his sleepy expression. "I don't think that's up for you to decide. The doctors do our schedules, I have to show up to work."
His voice became deeper with tiredness. "I'm Major Egan. I can make a few calls." He suggested, his voice now more playful. "If you'd like to stay here with me tonight." his demeanour expectant.
You looked at him for a couple of seconds, giving thought to his offer. A smile escaped your lips, as you lay in the bed again, slightly embarrassed.
"They can get by without you one night. I can't." he admitted while wrapping his arms around your torso, setting the covers on top of you both.
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This was a secret that you would take to your grave.
Clamping your hands tightly over your mouth, trying desperately to quiet the shuddering moans that were threatening to spill through.
You two could not be found like this under any circumstances.
In the corner of a empty dark room, the one typically used for parties after a mission well done. Leaning heavily against the wall with your superior on his knees, sultry mouth glued to your cunt.
Major John fucking Egan. AKA; the death of you.
"Mmm, I missed you pretty bunny...she’s so sweet today. I wonder why..."
Putting your hands down you managed a weak glare at the man nestled between your thighs, but it was rendered moot as the length of his tongue traveled between your swollen pussy lips.
The groan that followed caused vibrations along your throbbing clit, your eyes rolling upwards at the pleasure running up your spine. Honestly, you really needed to deliver some important files for Operations but when John saw you there for the first time in forever four days, it suddenly didn’t matter that you had a job to do before he was promptly dragging you away, to now.
Where he had been leisurely licking away at you for damn near half an hour, every objection dying on your lips.
Humming thoughtfully, Bucky lifted your thighs closer around his shoulders and planted a wet kiss right on your clit before sucking it into his mouth. Your jaw dropped open in a sharp gasp, heat rushing over you like a tidal wave. Crying in pleasure as his tongue repeatedly stroked beneath the hood; almost too intense and trickling into pain. If that weren't enough, you felt two of his thick fingers thrust inside your dripping cunt, crooking upwards.
"B-Bucky, how fucking long are y-you gonna—Oh, f-fuck!" Your warbled moans almost drowned out the sounds coming from Bucky’s mouth, who was eating you like your life was on the line.
Your arch shot upwards as his fingers swirled in hard circles against that spot inside of you; lips sucking tightly around your clit. He was in his own little world as he drank in your pussy like it really was the last thing he would taste.
The obscene moans and wet smacking of his lips made your face burn hotly, but he was not concerned with your embarrassment. God if anyone caught you…somehow the riskiness of your current position only pushed him to pull more amorous sounds from your mouth.
So, reluctantly releasing your poor clit, Bucky spread his fingers inside of you and slipped his tongue inside; fucking you with it.
He was in heaven. Drowning beneath the heavy scent of your arousal, your taste sweet like honey in his mouth.
You bit down on your bottom lip and unconsciously began to undulate your hips; hiccups and moans bubbling in your throat. His thrusting tongue was the literal definition of paradise—euphoria and pleasure lighting every nerve in your body, making them 'pop'.
Risking a glance down, you felt your breath catch at the low, heated, cerulean gaze pinning you still. Bucky nipped you as he wiggled his tongue within your slick pussy; the bottom of his face drenched with both his saliva and your own juices.
When rough fingers came to roll your clit in quick circles, your head dropped back against the wall as you cum hard. Trembling, you squeal as he continued to thrust his tongue and help you through the waves of ecstasy; groaning deeply as your release flooded his mouth.
Waves finally receding, Bucky gently pulled his tongue free of your abused cunt and licked up the excess. You were far too out of it to do anything except moan softly Bucky—licking and kissing all the way up your stomach and stopping to press his face against your collarbone.
It felt like your legs would give out any second as you tried to straighten yourself and catch your breath.
John was unusually placid as he cuddled you to him before looking down at you with an entirely too satisfied smirk, pretty blue eyes gleaming at your exhausted expression.
“Oooh. I wore you out huh?” Laughing at the weak glare you shoot him.
“Harlot.” You hiss at him with a scowl.
John doesn’t even seem remotely bothered by your insult, eyebrows shooting up in surprise before laughing even harder.
“Yeah? Well you’re a quickshot and a crybaby.” Gasping sharply in embarrassment, you whirl around to smack his chest.
“THATS NOT FAIR!” But in all fairness you started it. John just smiles down at you fondly, pressing a sweet kiss to your cheek.
“You’re right. Don’t be mad at me?” Pouting lightly at you and watching how it takes less than 2 seconds for you to give in and nod, kissing him back on the lips.
“Okay seriously though, next time try not to abduct me in front of everyone because…all the guys were whistling,” it’s embarrassing to recount as you mutter to him. All the hollers and “don’t hurt her too bad Major”’s thrown your way.
“Alright. Cross my heart. I’ll even smack them upside the head for you.” You scoff in begrudged amusement but he’s dead serious.
“My hero,” his heart melts at that and he wishes he could keep you for just a little bit longer. “Sadly I have to get going, big guy. I’ll come find you as soon as I’m done. So don’t miss me too much okay?” Cupping his face, you rub your noses together before pecking his pouty lips.
“I make no promises but I’ll be waiting. Run along, bunny. And thanks for the sweets.” One last kiss accompanied by his low voice as he lets you tend to your other duties. Watching you go.
Huh? You didn’t bring any sweets though?
The double meaning doesn’t hit you until you’re out in the hall, the door swinging shut behind you. Eyes popping wide as you gasp,
“JOHN EGAN-!! YOU LITTLE BUTTMUNCH!” You shout out, face hot, completely mortified at his cheek.
Storming down the hall, you pretend not to hear his chuckles.
And you definitely don’t have a smile to match the tingling between your legs.
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bucky who very openly manspreads, he always sits down with a grunt, slumping down into the seat with his legs instantly parting from each other. and it’s not like it was a little part, something barely noticeable— no, his legs were spread as far as they could possibly be. buck always gripes at him about it, telling him he looks ‘easy’ in which bucky just scoffs, rolling his eyes and spreading even farther just to annoy buck.
bucky who reeks of mint, coffee, and the cologne he deems the best ever made, pour un humme.
bucky who rarely ever gets hurt, but when he does? he loves to put on a show for the nurses, wincing and groaning in pain over something simple like a paper cut, or stumbling into the infirmary with a busted lip after he decided it would be funny to box one of the majors on the british air forces. he’s always flirting, too, saying something cheesy like, “gonna take good care of me, doc?“
bucky who makes you call him sir when you’re in the empty barracks with him, as everyone else is attending the bar, he’ll tease and tease you until you’re pathetically begging him for him to fuck you— but you left out the one thing he wanted, making him click his tongue disapprovingly, “please who, huh? you gonna be good for me and call me sir, right?”
bucky who puts his military visor hat on you when you’re riding him, chuckling whenever your thighs shake at the feeling of his thick cock stretching you out, making some idiotic joke like, “tryna ride me like ‘m an airplane, huh, doll-face?”
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You're like me, but better
John Egan X Female! Reader
Summary: Bucky meets a woman in a bar...
Warning: 18+/ pure smut/ switch!Bucky/ switch!reader/ doggy style/ oral (f and m)/ fingering/ handjob/ kinda edging/ dirty talk/ swearing/ use of Y/n/ mention of a physical fight/ alcohol/ praise/
Word count: 3k
A/n: I need holy water...
When he first spotted her, dancing and laughing, John Egan thought she was beautiful. She was dancing like no one was watching, but he was surely watching her. The way she moved was hypnotising, he couldn’t stop admiring her, she was wearing a blue navy dress that stopped right before her knees. It was beautiful, her hair was originally organised, but now, they were loose and kind of messy, but they were still looking good.
When she first spotted him, he was already looking at her. Y/n smiled to him as he took a sip of his drink. She thought he was good looking and looked like trouble and fun; the things she looked for in a man. When the music ended, she was thirsty, so she headed for the bar, and for the man. ‘’A whiskey, please’’ she asked the bartender. ‘’Make that 2’’ the man said, resting his elbow on the bar, looking at her. ‘’You like Whiskey?’’ he asked her. ‘’I love it, does that surprise you?’’ she leaned in closer to his ear, so he could understand what she was saying. He smirked as he turned his head to speak closer to her ear. ‘’I’m impressed, not surprised’’ he said with a low voice. She smiled to him as she took her glass. ‘’You can put it on my tab’’ she announced, not daring to look away from him. They went to sit at a table, well, Y/n went to sit down, Bucky followed her. She smirked when she saw that he followed her.
Empty glasses were all over the table, they had a lot of whiskey shots and Y/n’s tab kept going up. They’ve been talking for what felt like hours. The conversation was filled with flirting on both sides and teasing. ‘’What do you say if we get out of here?’’ he suggested, with a flirty tone. ‘’Yes, but hold on’’ she said, getting up. She took a glass full of water and went closer to the drunk men side. Bucky got up, worried about what she was going to do. ‘’What are you doing?’’ he asked her. ‘’Get ready to run’’ she warned as she threw the liquid on one of the men. Since he was drunk and disoriented, he blamed his friend. His friend got up, knocked over someone’s drink and chaos followed. She just started a huge fight. ‘’Go, let’s go’’ she laughed as she took his hand, and they got out of the bar. Bucky was shocked, that woman was truly amazing.
They ran into the alley, laughing and loudly breathing. ‘’You didn’t pay’’ Bucky laughed. ‘’I don’t have the money, plus I’ll pay him next time, I always do’’ she catches her breath. He smirked; he was in awe of her. She was high on adrenaline, even if she already did that to get out of a bar, it was still thrilling to do. They were both panting, looking at each other, they got closer to the other. The alcohol in their system helped their anxiety. ‘’You are the most amazing woman I’ve ever met, you’re like me, but better!’’ he chuckled. She took his face in her hands as she bit her lips. ‘’Shut up’’ she pulled his face closer to hers and kissed him. John took a second to realise what was happening, but when he did, he put one hand on her hips and the other behind her neck as he deepened the kiss. When they pulled away, to breath, the look in their eyes had change, they were hungry, they needed more. ‘’Where do you live?’’ he panted. ‘’We have to take a taxi, and don’t worry, I can pay’’ she winked. They walked up to the sidewalk and called a taxi.
He was touching her thigh and kept going up. Y/n tried to not breath so loudly, to respect the driver. She wanted to have sex with him right here, in the taxi, but they couldn’t, and the wait was more fun. But she couldn’t wait to get to her appartement and have sex with him. When the driver finally stopped, Y/n handed him the money from the window. ‘’Keep the change, have a good night’’ she smiled as Bucky was behind her. She could feel his erection on her ass, when the driver left, Y/n turned to face him and quickly kissed him. Her apartment was the upper one, so they had to go up some stairs. Bucky gladly walked behind her, checking her ass out as she climbed the stairs.
The second the door was closed; Bucky’s mouth was on hers immediately, trying to show that he was the one in charge, but Y/n quickly showed him who was in charge tonight. ‘’Now, Major, relax, you’re the one fighting the bad guys, you need a reward for doing so’’ she breathed against his lips. She looked up at him, he was grinning like the devil. ‘’What do you have in mind?’’ he growled, God he was desperate for her, he needed her so bad, his painful boner was the proof of how bad he wanted her. ‘’You trust me?’’ she asked between kisses. He nodded as he was being led to her bedroom, he kept following her closely. She felt his hard dick on her ass, she was smiling proudly. She slightly pushed him on the bed, so he could sit at the end of it. He took his shirt off, since he was in his uniform, he knew how to unbutton his shirt quickly. ‘’I have something to propose to you’’ she started as she went between his legs, she was still up, so he had to lift his head to look at her. She played with his curls as she explained her idea. ‘’If you can resist the urge to touch me, until I say stop, you can do whatever you want with me after’’ she purred. His mouth slightly opened, but no sound came out. ‘’And if I touch you?’’ he asked, but it almost sounded like a moan. ‘’You lose’’ she breathed out as she backed away from between his legs.
She started to take off her dress, slowly, teasingly and with a grin on her face. He’d been touching her all night, now, he couldn’t it was torture, but the best kind. He devoured her with his eyes, he needed her, but first he had to play her little game. She took her bra off but kept her panties on. ‘’Should I take your pants off, or you want to do it?’’ she asked him, with a flirty tone. He quickly untied his belt as she kneeled before him, his pants were thrown away. She began to palm his cock, but he still had his boxer on, so it was pure torture. He wanted to touch her so bad, but he also wanted to fuck that brat dominant attitude out of her later. She slowly takes them off, freeing his length. Y/n licks her lips before looking up at John, who was breathing fast, he was controlling himself in order to keep his hands to himself. Those poor bedsheets, getting pulled so hard, he thought he was going to rip them. She kept caressing his thigh, moving her hands higher every time, she was teasing him, and she was enjoying it way too much. She eventually reached his cock; she began kissing the top of it. His breath hitched in his throat as he felt her delicate hands stroke his cock, he exhaled in pleasure.
Y/n was enjoying this moment, having this man practically begging for her. Even though he was too proud to beg, she could tell by the sounds he made that he wanted her to do something more. ‘’You’re doing so good, Major’’ she praised him. His body reacted to the praise in a way that was almost embarrassing, he secretly loved being praised. She pressed wet kisses on the tip, then, without warning, Y/n took John’s dick in her mouth. ‘’Ah, shit’’ he groaned, lifting his hand from the bed, but quickly grabbed the sheet back to prevent his hand to touch her. She began to suck him with a rapid pace, she was teasing him by often changing the rhythm. One of her hands was on the base of his length, stroking him slowly while her mouth was sucking him fast. He was in heaven, he was going to die; but what a great way to go, he thought. Bucky was dizzy from the feeling of her mouth and hand working at the same time. His stomach was contracting as he felt the sweet feeling of his climax coming. ‘’D-darling, I’m really, ah, fucking, shit, close’’ he moaned. She kept going, but her hand started to go faster. ‘’Come on, be a good boy and cum for me’’ she encouraged him. That was all it took to send him over the edge and make him see stars. Y/n felt his release in her mouth, but his cock kept twitching. His knuckles were white, practically blue.
She didn’t stop sucking him, it was a very slow pace, but she wanted to drive him mad. His thoughts were gathered, but he was still dizzy from the orgasm he just had. ‘’W-what are you – oh I can’t, it’s too much’’ he whimpered. ‘’Please, darling’’ he breathed out. She decided that it was time for her game to stop, she mentally prepared herself to what was going to happen as she took his cock out of her mouth. She whipped the sperm on her lips and suck on them. She had that proud grin on her face that made him crazy. ‘’You were such a good boy, respecting the rules. So you win, I’m yours to do whatever you-‘’ she yelped as she was thrown on the bed. He was mad, she’d been teasing him for what felt like hours, she was going to get the same fucking treatment.
Bucky crawled on top of her, he kissed her hungrily, he wasn’t playing her stupid game anymore. His hand trailed down to her panties, he needed them off, he pulled them off her and threw them away. His hands still next to her entrance, he felt how bad she enjoyed teasing him. ‘’Look how soaked you are, all that from a little game. Tell me, darling, did you enjoy this? Making me moan and beg for you?’’ he growled. She moaned in response, but he wasn’t satisfied, he took her chin in his hand and forced her to look at him. ‘’I didn’t hear you. Did you enjoy having me at your mercy? Playing your little game?’’ he said, with a husky voice. ‘’Yes- yes sir’’ she stuttered, he smirked at her answer before entering one finger inside of her.
She arched her back as he began pumping in and out of her, their lips were so close together, but he wasn’t letting them touch. ‘’Look who’s moaning now, bet you weren’t expecting that, uh?’’ he teased, against her lips. She shook her head as he entered another finger inside of her. ‘’Please, let- ah let me kiss you’’ she begged. He chuckled as he moved his fingers faster. ‘’C’mon, darling, you can beg more than that’’ he teased. She rolled her eyes in pleasure as she swallowed her pride and decided to surrender to him. ‘’Please sir, please kiss me. I need you-shit please sir’’ she begged. He was smiling like the devil, God she was amazing. ‘’That wasn’t so hard.’’ He croaked before kissing her passionately, their tongues were dancing together. He kept moving his fingers inside of her until he felt her walls clench around his fingers. ‘’You’re close?’’ he asked. She nodded, biting her lips. The knot in her stomach was ready to burst, but at the last minute, he took his fingers out, denying her from the sweet pleasure she deeply craved. ‘’No’’ she whined as she wiggled her hips to get any form of friction that could trigger her orgasm. But Bucky was not having it, he put one hand on her hips, to keep her still. ‘’Nah ah, only good girls get to cum. You’ve been a brat with an attitude, so you’re going to fucking beg me, and until I say so, you don’t get to cum, do you understand?’’ he ordered. She whined before nodding. ‘’Yes sir’’ she said, biting her lips. She wanted to argue with him, say fuck it and ride him, but she was enjoying this.
She felt tear form in her eyes from the frustration she was feeling as he put two fingers inside of her, but this time, he kissed her body until he reached her clitoris. He was going to eat her out and finger her at the same time, she was a moaning mess, her brain couldn’t even think properly. Bucky knew her brain was fried, and she temporarily forgot that she had to beg for an orgasm. Her thighs were shaking for that much stimulation, her hands were in his hair, pulling his curls as she came closer to an orgasm again. Y/n completely forgot about his rule, so when he stopped everything, he was doing, she whined again. ‘’Please-ah let me cum. I’m begging you, please sir. I-ah need to cum, please’’ she begged like her life was depending on it. Bucky chuckled as he pressed one last kiss to her clitoris. ‘’On all fours, darling, the only way you’re getting off is on my cock’’ he ordered.
She didn’t know if her arms were strong enough to support her, but still, she got on all fours, waiting for Bucky to do something. ‘’Look at you, on all fours, begging for my cock. We couldn’t guess with that bratty attitude of yours. I guess I have to fuck it out of you, what do you think, darling?’’ he teased. Y/n moaned at what he just said, she was a mess, but God how was she enjoying it. ‘’I would like that very much, sir. Please fuck me’’ she moaned. He chuckled again as he positioned himself at her entrance. The wait was killing her, she ached for him, needing him to fuck her and give her the release she craved. He took her hips as he buried himself inside her. She arched her back as she felt him go deeper than her usual one-night stand. ‘’Shit-oh you’re so f-fucking big’’ she gasped as she tugs on her bedsheets. He started to trust inside of her but slowly, to make sure she felt him, as he trusted back in, he brought her hips towards him. His length went deeper inside of her, making the woman roll her eyes in pleasure. ‘’Please, please, oh shit’’ she mumbled, she didn’t even know why she was saying please, her brain was foggy and couldn’t form a normal thought.
He leaned in, to kiss her spine, he kept pounding into her at a fast pace, he was chasing his own release. After marking her back, one on his hands went under her to play with her breast, pinching her nipple. As he did so, Bucky felt her walls clench in pleasure, he smirked as he understood. ‘’You like that, uh.’’ He breathed out, pinching her nipple again. She arched her back even more as she felt the familiar knot in her stomach form. ‘’I’m close, please, sir. I’m begging you, please let me cum, please’’ she whimpered. ‘’You’re going to cum at the same time as me, understood?’’ he ordered. ‘’Y-yes sir’’ she moaned. She was close, and tired of waiting, so she decided to praise him. ‘’Yes, holy shit, you’re so deep inside me. Making me feel so good’’ she praised, her voice was raspy from all the moaning. Bucky felt butterflies in his stomach at the praise, he knew what she was doing, but hey, could he blame her? ‘’Turn around, I want to see you when I make you cum’’ he ordered as he took his cock out, only to slam inside of her when she was on her back.
He kept kissing her sloppy, her legs were around his waist. She kept whispering soft praise in his ear as he quickened the pace. ‘’C’mon, fill me up. Cum inside of me, I want to feel you’’ she encouraged him. With a powerful trust, he emptied himself inside of her as Y/n’s walls kept clenching his cock. They were moaning, gasping and trying to catch their breaths. Her breath was labored as she came down from euphoria. He was laying on top of her, his dick still buried inside of her. They were both silent for a couple of minutes before he pulled out and got up. Y/n watched as Bucky put his boxer back on and looked for her bathroom, while he was gone, she could properly catch her breath. It was the best sex she ever had. He came back with a warm towel to clean her up.
Bucky was holding her tightly; they were both cuddling. ‘’That was… mind-blowing, darling’’ he chuckled, looking at her. ‘’Best sex I’ve ever had’’ she joined the chuckling as they intertwined their fingers. ‘’Are you staying tonight?’’ she asked him. ‘’I can, but I have to get back on the base tomorrow afternoon, my pass expires tomorrow’’ he explained. She smiled as she snuggled closer to him. ‘’Goodnight, Y/n’’ he kissed the top of her head. ‘’Goodnight John’’ she kissed him on the lips before putting her head on his bicep.
As Bucky fell asleep that night, he promised himself that he was going to see her again, that woman was the most wonderful he ever met, she was funny, sexy, beautiful, smart and she was amazing in bed. That was all he needed, he was going to see Y/n again…
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i come to you on my knees (i’m ovulating) BEGGING for a black!fem!reader fic where bucky is the fucking munch he is PLEASE
poetry in motion, major john egan
pairing: john egan x she (black!fem!reader)
warning: 18+ sexual situations and descriptions.
content: in which john teaches her a thing or two about bodily poetry.
tag list: @neeville @turn-thy-paige @ihe4rtisa @ineedafictionalman @lovebyceleste @alliewassobonum
an: I don't typically write smut, so I hope this met your expectations at least just a little bit.
John Egan was known to be an impulsive man. He acted animalistically, on instinct and emotion rather than logical and thoughtful comprehension. When it came to her, however, he was more meticulous, patient, and calculated. Slow and intentional.
She was like him, an enigma. A code that took much time to decode. The rearranging of pieces (his approach) would occur many times before the lock clicked and fell off the guard box that kept her withdrawn from him. Then a dark door opened and the safe guarded treasure was revealed.
It didn’t come without struggle and resistance. Even upon agreement, she still shuddered at every attempt to pull her soul from her body. Her hands fisted the neutral sheets beneath her as her legs shook like leaves in the wind.
The scene from his perspective was tantalizing. Her eyelids sat low and her brown eyes were hardly visible, but still, he maintained a piercing gaze with her. That, in combination with the impassioned feeling of his mouth against her sensitivity, was overstimulating.
Her stomach clenched as she writhed against the sheets. She sobbed woefully, her nails scraping against his shoulder as she attempted to back away. It was too much.
For just a moment, she got a break. But, it didn’t last long. The dampness of his tongue was replaced by the skin deemed of his fingers. She jolted as her eyes shot open.
John Egan was salacious. Dripping with sensuality and eroticism. Beneath the faint light of the candles, he stood as a shadow above her. He had shed his jacket and was dressed in a wonderfully fitting black t-shirt. His hair was tousled from her constant tugging and his lips. Her eyes rolled backward at the sight. Swollen and dripping.
She sighed his name slowly and closed her legs around his forearm. He shook his head in disapproval and pushed her thighs open with his free hand. “Keep them open.” His voice dripped with arousal. She put up a good fight, but lost when the overwhelming pressure began to boil over.
He was attentive. Her end was near and he knew it. And how desperate he was to bask in it all. Once more, he found his place between her thighs. His eyes trailed the richness of her skin as he gently placed her legs on his shoulders.
She was enticing. From her scent to the way she tasted on his tongue. Sweet and succulent. He found himself getting lost in her pleasure. From the way, she screamed his name and begged for mercy. Oh, how he would pay to stay in this position forever.
“John,” she squealed, sitting up on her elbows. Tears filled her eyes and threatened to spill. His blue eyes shifted upward to meet hers. “Please…” He hummed. She screamed.
It reverberated against the walls and fueled the fire that burned within him. He’d store it to keep him warm for the rest of eternity.
With a string of whimpers and incoherent words, she came down from the high she rode deliciously. Her bare chest heaved as she fought to catch her breath.
She held her hand out tiredly, desiring his closeness. John wiped his lips with the pad of his thumb and crawled on top of her shuddering frame, dropping kisses against her neck, cheek, then lips. “You okay?”
She grinned tirelessly and wrapped her arms around his shoulders. She’d waited a long time for a moment like this and she was glad she held out for him. She nodded and pecked his lips again, “I’m okay. I’ll feel better if you do it again…”
John’s eyebrow quipped in amusement. A sultry smile crept on her lips. He said lowly, “Yeah?”
She opened her thighs just enough to slot his body between then engulfed him. Her hands dropped to his pants which were secured by his belt. John’s eyes fell. She nodded, “Yeah.”
Who was he to deny that? Only a fool would do such a thing, and John Egan was no fool.
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ONE SHOT
I was listening to Call out my name by The Weeknd and my brain created this scenery in London.
OR...the first weekend that Bucky and Buck spend completely alone together, and Bucky made a promise to himself: all night long, he will let Gale moan and scream his name.
CALL OUT MY NAME
It has been the longest weeks of his whole life so far. John had been deployed to England first and it took weeks for Buck to follow him, and damn - it has been a long and quiet few weeks without him.
Normally Gale Cleven was the quiet type. It was hard to get him to grin, to laugh out loud - it made Bucky all happier and prouder that he always managed to get him to grin and laugh.
There were times when it seemed to John that Buck had built up a wall around himself and around his heart. Almost as if love had become a weakness.
Bucky had made it his personal mission to bring a smile to Buck's lips as often as possible.
But in the last few weeks, as they watched so many friends crash into burning aeroplanes, those moments had faded.
Nevertheless, John didn't give up and tried even harder.
So every time he managed to elicit that angelic laugh from Buck, John made a note of it as a victory.
Then came the long-awaited weekend pass, and Buck and Bucky went to London together. They shared a beautiful and luxurious hotel room, and when the sun finally set and the stars were in the sky, Bucky kissed Buck slowly and sensually.
He finally had the time and space to fully explore Buck. Without stress or fear of being caught - kissing another man and damn it…forbidden erotic touch.
The few times they had kissed quietly and secretly in the barracks, Buck had always remained almost silent.
It was a rarity that Bucky had managed to elicit a moan and a sigh from Gale.
This time everything was different.
John seduced Gale with all his intimate kisses, tender touches and the way his lips felt around his cock.
"I want to hear you, honey," John murmured between two wet kisses on Bucky's bare thighs. His left fist closed a little tighter around his hard cock and he watched Bucks breathing quicken.
"Just don't be such a tease, John," Gale whispered back in a raspy voice, pressing his head into the soft pillows.
"I'm not teasing you…I just want to hear you moan." He began to pump a steady rhythm. His moist, warm lips closed around Bucks tip again.
"Bucky," Gale warned him before he sucked his bottom lip into his mouth, exaggerating the plump curve of his top lip and drawing John's gaze from between his legs there. The crazy thing was that he probably wasn't even trying. Being a damn tease just came natural to him.
"I see your point…but can you please speed up," Gale asked him, breathing heavily.
The corners of John's mouth twisted into a dirty grin as he momentarily let go of Gale's cock.
Now they were getting somewhere, he thought.
John slowed the pumping of his left hand. At the same time, he increased the pressure around Gale's root and planted more kisses on his thigh. Then he lifted his eyes up and licked over Gale's stomach with an open-mouth, kissing his chest and finally propping himself up with one hand on the mattress next to his head.
He enjoyed the small gasp that escaped from Buck’s throat. Now they were eye to eye. John was so close that their noses touch and he felt Buckys minty breath on his cheeks.
“What was that, huh? Couldn’t quite hear you, Baby", he teased with a smirk on his gorgeous pink swollen lips.
Buck squinted his eyes hard and lifted his hips rhythmically against John's hip an tried to make him move against him. To make matters worse, Bucky now stopped his hand movements completely.
Buck exhaled angrily and desperately. "I told you to speed up not to stop!" he grumbled.
"Did you?" asked Bucky innocently. Buck could see the glint in his dark eyes and placed a hand on his chin. "If you don't get on with it now, I'll do it myself, John. Maybe you'll hear me then."
They both knew Buck was just teasing him back and damn it - Bucky wasn't going to let Gale touch his own body. Not when he was so happy and turned on to do it all by himself.
John had half a mind to just give in. His cock was certainly ready to fuck Buck’s ass, and they’d both waited so long already. But John felt like he deserved to be greedy.
It was just one of his biggest wishes to hear Buck going wild and lost his head.
"Do me the favor", Bucky begs. "Let me hear you...don't be shy. Nobody will hear you, it's just you and me, Buck."
He stroked Buck's chest and stomach muscles. His fingertips left goose bumps on Buck's bare, warm and partly sweaty skin. He could feel with every fibre of his body how hard it was for Buck to hold on, to wait for John to finally touch him again. Here we go.
"Please," Gale begged. Ready to tell and show him everything. "Touch me and I'll do my best to let you hear me."
Now John understood there was no time to waste during times of a war. He was letting himself want everything. And what he wanted was to drive Buck so wild that all the words of adoration John longed to hear would slip past Buck’s defenses and drip from his swollen lips.
“Hmm,” John hummed and finally started to pump Gales cock again. “Please what? I need more details."
"God damn it" Gale cursed. "Jerk me off, suck me off, fuck me..do something."
Finally, thought Bucky. I've broken through the first wall. One of many he guessed.
Buck cursed under his breath again, and John lowered his lips to Buck's skin. He brushed his teeth over the sensitive skin above his hipbone and sucked until a hickey formed.
"You are all mine," he whispered and broke another wall down. He could almost hear the invisible wall collapsing. Gale's stuttering breaths sent shivers down his spine.
Gale slid one of his hands into John's brown, curly hair and the other under his pillow as he lifted his hips.
Bucky marked Gale with more love bite on his stomach and on his thighs too, before he began to suck him off. He began to work his cock with deep movements. He moved his head up and down rhythmically, letting his tongue circle around the tip of Gale's cock.
"Yes, just like that." Buck sighed and took a deep breath through his nose. "This feels awesome", he added.
John repeated the circular movements of his tongue, driving Gale slowly crazy.
"Fuck…yes," he moaned and Bucky was sure he'd never heard anything more sensual. The way Gale moved under his touch and the way his raspy voice sounded a little more brittle turned him even more on.
"Faster and harder", Buck begged without breath.
John bit down on his bottom lip, as he came up for air just for a second. Then sucking again on Gales cock. He squinted hard to contain his own desire. He’d never heard Buck be so filthy before.
Buck wasn't done talking yet and he added: "I want that you fuck me, deep and passionate."
Finally Bucky heard the words he needed to hear. He came up again and when their lips collied they shared the taste of lust, sex and sweat.
"No we're moving in the right direction, huh", Gale teased him with a smirk on his lips.
"Yeah", he replied. "Just one step away from sliding into you. First i want to make you come hard and call my name."
John squeezed Buck’s dick in time with his thrusts, as sweat dripped from his brow onto Buck’s thigh after he got down again. He speeded up the movements of his fist and suck again - hard and deep this time.
His tongue was dancing around the tip of Gales dick and for a short moment, there was no war going on outside. There was just Buck, lost in lust and John who's jerking and sucking him off.
"Fuck I'm coming."
Buck tensed up all over, and John sucked hard one last time. He twisted his fist over the head of Buck’s cock, and then the magic happened.
Buck groaned uninhibitedly and screamed his name: "John…"
As he came, his entire body vibrated and his hips lifted off the bed sheets.
John felt the cum pour warm and thick in his mouth. He could barely hold on as his own body trembled badly.
While Buck enjoyed the aftermath of his orgasm, John gently pumped his cock up and down a few more times.
"God! This was out of this world." Gale barely managed to catch his breath.
"Absolutely stunning!", John agreed slowly with a husky voice. "Never thought you had such a mouth on you, darlin'."
This made Buck blush instantly and he closed his eyes in embarrassment. Gale was always just a fingertip away from being blushed.
"Hey, don't hide from me any time", Bucky begged him gently.
He leaned in and kissed him slow. After that kiss Gale touches Johns cheeks and wispered in his ear: "Now it's my turn to drive you crazy, major."
Happy weekend, Fallas!
It's a wrap i guess. One of my first dirty scenes online here. What do you think about it?
Should i write more scenes like this for you?
xoxo callumsgirl
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Stages of Buckys drunkness
Stage 1
John's has a drink in him, but nothing changes. He's still his normal big tooth shit eating grin.
Stage 2
This stage gets a little more energetic. He dances on the table and sings horribly to songs where vocals were not, in fact, needed. He makes bets that he should not have won but always managed to win.
When curt gets involved, things get taken up to another level. John by himself is hard to control, but you bring his little spoon anywhere near him, and those two are causing double the chaos. Which brings us to stage 3
Stage 3
Between buckys ego and stubbornness and curts, "im Irish I don't back down" attitude they get into fights alot. Every little thing sets them off. But most of the fights don't even up more than talking shit back and forth bc Gale quiets them down before they hurt someone else or themselves. But sometimes Gale likes to play to, similarly to when they met the RAFs.
Stage 4
In this stage, John's a lot more touchy. He can not stop touching Gale for the life of him. He's uncomfortably turned on at this point. He wants Gale now. Anyway he can get him. He whispers dirty things in his ears, often getting a rise out of his lover like: "I want your dick in my mouth so bad Gale. Or my dick up your ass. Please, Buck. I need you so bad, however you want it ill be so good to you." This more than once leads them to go to the alley at the back where they eat eachothers faces off and Bucky ends up on his knees looking up at a fucked out panting Gale.
The last and final stage
Stage 5
This is the stage where Gale knows its time to wrap it up and go back home. John gets unbelievably clingy, cranky, and whiney. But not in the "I wanna fuck you" way buy the way when u wake up a child. His hand is always tugged on Buck as he moves around the pub or party. He's completely silent and complacent. When they get back to bed, he often drapes himself on top of Buck and drifts off to blissful peace as Gale plays in his hair and mumbles words of praise that go to his stomach and settles in his heart
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✶ Whiskey (1) ✶
- John "Bucky" Egan x OC
- Masters of the Air fandom
- Multi-chaptered story.
⚠ Warning: Rating 18+ ⚠
This story will contain explicit sexual content, mentions of unwanted pregnancy/miscarriage, cursing, violence, spousal abuse. Please read at your own discretion/risk. This story is a work of fiction and simply based on the portrayal of the actors on the show. It has nothing to do with any of the real men that these actors are playing.
A/N: Hello all!
So, this is my second Bucky story and to say i'm a bit obsessed would be an understatement. There's just something about the way Callum Turner plays him that is... I don't even know if I have the right word to describe it. I posted a couple days ago about my idea for this fic and i've finally narrowed down my choice The OC for this story will be the new Colonel's wife at Thorp Abbotts and of course drama will ensue. I just want to point out that since this story is so heavily smut driven, i'm sorry if my writing of smut is not that great. I've never written a fic so centered on it before, so this is a bit new. If you have any suggestions or comments, just let me know! Lastly, I just want to thank everyone that's read It Had to be You. I greatly appreciate each and every one of you!
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Heavy breathing filled the darkened space as the distant sound of the bombs could be heard exploding on the outskirts of town. Both of us too lost in one another to care of the threat that could be dropped onto the city at any minute.
His arms wrapped tightly around my thighs, holding me down on the bed as his tongue lit a fire through my body. The whimpers slipping past my lips – begging him for mercy – our eyes meeting as he flattened his tongue against my core. My hands pulling at his messy locks, pulling as the pressure intensified as he sucked my clit.
“Oh, fuck – “ I tried pulling away – my heels digging into the mattress below.
The pleasure was something I had never felt before – my heart beating erratically as he smiled at the state I was in. “John, please.” My legs closing around his head as my walls clenched, sending me into a state of pure bliss.
My dam quickly opened, the floodgates soaking the linen sheet below as he stayed in the same position admiring his work. His hold on my legs loosened, giving me the opportunity to quickly move into a sitting position, pulling his lips onto mine. My taste on his tongue sending me into a primal state as he pulled me into his lap, the pressure building in my stomach as I take all of him, moans building in both of our throats.
“Holy fuck – “ He cursed against my lips as our hips moved in sync. The new position sending us both into an utter state of delectation.
Bruises were sure to form as his fingers dug into my hips, pulling my body harder into his as I felt him swell inside of me. His hot breath hitting my ear as my teeth pulled at his neck, no doubt to leave a noticeable mark in the morning. The friction between us was so strong as we started to reach our climax – our ragged breathing and moans probably heard through the thin walls.
My body fell limp against his as we recovered from our high – his soft lips placing butterfly kisses behind my ear.
“Pretty good, huh?” He smirked against the skin – taking my earlobe between his teeth.
I whimpered in reply – too tired but still too turned on to speak to him in a complete sentence. Talking was what got me into this position – into his rented bed – into his arms and underneath his masculine body as he made me his own...
I was the first to wake the next afternoon – my legs acting like that of a newborn fawn as I stumbled towards the bathroom. I glanced at the mangled bed as I closed the door behind me – his body barely covered by the thin sheet. “Lord, give me strength.” Whispering to myself as I looked in the mirror. My red curls in disarray – red lipstick smeared around my bruised lips. The markings he had left littered my body – small and large – thankfully low enough to be covered from the public eye. The memories of last night replaying in my mind like an old Nickelodeon – heat pooling in my stomach at the thoughts of how he made me feel – over and over – all night long.
My fingers gripping the sink as the feeling of his lips danced across my skin. His teeth pulling as he moved along my shoulder blades – his arms wrapping around my middle.
“You’re thinking too hard.” His morning voice hinting at a rasp, causing my core to throb with want and need.
The temptation to reach back and connect my lips with his was damn near impossible – my knuckles turning white as my grip on the cast-iron intensified.
“I have to go.”
The words slipping out between low moans. His hold pulling me flush against his bare body – his cock twitching against my lower back. I knew that if I turned around in that moment, I wouldn’t be able to tear myself away from him – from his kiss – from his Goddamn touch.
His nose nuzzled in my hair as his hand moved tantalizingly down my stomach, stopping just above the point of no return. “And if I want you to stay?”
I squirmed uncomfortably, rubbing my legs together, already wet just from his proximity.
“If you tell me to stop –“His index slowly moving over my slit. “I’ll quit and you can go on your merry way.” I leaned my head back against his shoulder as he added the middle finger, making slow strides as he hummed against my outstretched neck.
“You’re killing me.” My words slurring together.
He smiled against my skin as his pace increased. A slew of curse words flowed through my lips, his own finally meeting mine in a heated and much needed kiss. My arm laced around his neck, pressing our faces harder together as his fingers continued their assault. I felt like I was on the verge of fainting – dropping dead from the euphoria that was coursing through my exhausted body.
My body reacted to his touch seconds later – the sticky substance running down my legs as he removed his digits. Our bodies still pressed together – both breathing as if we’d just ran a mile.
“John – “
His hooded eyes casting down as he hummed in response. I paused for a moment, my brain and heart arguing for dominance.
“Take me to bed.”
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True North
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Chapter XIV
Excerpt:
Frank couldn’t help but laugh as they watched their friend disappear into the crowded pub, the two finishing their drinks before she and Dorothy made their way back to Ratcliffe. They chatted on and off about mundane things, and it wasn’t until they were back in their building that Dorothy gave her a knowing look, “Don’t stay up too late—you have your eval in the morning.”
“Yes, mom.”
Dorothy winked before she continued down the hall, disappearing into their dormitory a moment later as Frank reached for the phone. Her brain was just a little buzzed, but thankfully the cooler air and walk back from the pub had sobered her up enough that she wasn’t concerned about calling someone else by accident.
Eventually, after a brief conversation with the operator, Frank heard Bucky’s familiar voice come through the phone, her insides warming and flipping simultaneously. “Hi,” Frank mentally palmed herself in the face for the brilliant way she greeted him, and she could almost see the smile on his face.
“Hi,” Bucky hummed back, “I was getting worried you might not call…was looking for a Spitfire to fly to you in…”
“Ha-ha,” Frank rolled her eyes as he chuckled, “you’re so funny.”
“I like to think so,” Bucky leaned back in his chair, fingers drumming on his desk as he happily accepted Frank’s distraction, pushing away the forms he was going over. “How’s it going?”
“Fine,” Frank leaned against the wall, “I was interrogated when I got back, and then lectured and reprimanded before I was questioned again.”
“About the landing?” Bucky shook his head as he grimaced, “or the kiss…?”
“About you,” Frank said, “Rose has been all over me today.”
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― C A L L U M T U R N E R ❁
♡ M A S T E R L I S T ―
ғɪᴄs ʟᴀʙᴇʟᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ғᴏʟʟᴏᴡɪɴɢ sʏᴍʙᴏʟs ʜᴀᴠᴇ sᴜᴄʜ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜɪɴ ᴛʜᴇᴍ.
smut ✺, fluff ✿, angst ☁, gore ☆, nsfw☼
↬ 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘶𝘮 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘳
- 𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗄 𝗈𝗇 𝗐𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝗋 𝖽𝗋𝗈𝗐𝗇 ✺☼
- 𝖼𝖺𝗆𝗉 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗌𝖾𝗅𝗈𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖼𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗇𝗌 ✿
- 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁 𝗈𝖿 𝗉𝖾𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖽 ☁✺☼
- 𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗄 𝗈𝗇 𝗐𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝗋 𝖽𝗋𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝖨𝖨 ☁✿
↬ 𝘫𝘰𝘩𝘯 "𝘣𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘺" 𝘦𝘨𝘢𝘯
- 𝗁𝗂𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗒 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖿𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗈𝗋 𝖺𝗎 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖼𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗇𝗌 ✿
- 𝗁𝗂𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗒 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖿𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗈𝗋 𝖺𝗎 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖼𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝗂𝗂 ✿
- 𝗂𝖿 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗀, 𝗂 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗇𝖺 𝖻𝖾 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 ☁
- 𝗂𝖿 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗀, 𝗂 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗇𝖺 𝖻𝖾 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖨𝖨 ✺☼
- 𝗇𝖾𝖼𝗄 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝖻𝗅𝗎𝗋𝖻 ✿
- 𝖽𝗋𝗎𝗇𝗄 𝖻𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗒 𝖻𝗅𝗎𝗋𝖻 ☁✿
- 𝗌𝗍𝗎𝖻𝖻𝗈𝗋𝗇 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝗅𝗎𝗋𝖻 ☁✿
- 𝗍𝗈𝗎𝖼𝗁𝗒 𝖻𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗒 𝖻𝗅𝗎𝗋𝖻 ✿
- 𝖼𝗈𝖼𝗄𝗒 𝖻𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗒 𝖻𝗅𝗎𝗋𝖻 ☼
↬ 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘣𝘣
- 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗈𝗈𝗇
↬ 𝘫𝘰𝘦 𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘻
- 𝖻𝗈𝖻𝖻𝗒'𝗌 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅 ☁✿
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❦𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚐!! _𝙱𝚎𝚝-. . 𝚢𝚘-𝚞_ 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍-__𝚞𝚜?-. 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕-_𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎?.-. 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢-//?!
𝐼𝑡’𝑠 𝑏𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑎 𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑒 𝐼 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤😂💕𝑇𝑜𝑝 𝐵𝑎𝑏𝑒𝑠 𝑡𝑎𝑔𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡: @eymie @b1mb0slvt @luvlydeja @taylormarieee @missusnora @eleanorbaybars
𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜❥ 𝚜𝚖𝚞𝚝, 𝚏𝚕𝚞𝚏𝚏, 𝙸 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗 𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗, 𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚋𝚘𝚘 𝚋𝚘𝚘 𝚎𝚢𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚜 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚍𝚊𝚖𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚝, 𝚒𝚏 𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚗-𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚜𝚞𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚙𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚎’𝚍 𝚋𝚎 𝚊 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚘, 𝚙𝚞𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚌 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚏𝚏, 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚎̨𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚔𝚎𝚢 𝚊 𝚙𝚞𝚜𝚜𝚢 𝚋𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚢, 𝚜𝚑𝚎’𝚜 𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚞𝚙 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗’𝚝 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚒𝚝, 𝚍𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚢 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔, 𝚕𝚒𝚕 𝚜𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚗
“𝑰 𝒓𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒃𝒆𝒓 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒔, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒔 𝒎𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒅...“
࣪✧. 🜸°. ໒꒱✧. • 𐙚˙⋆.˚.
Don’t let men with recovering orbital fractures finger you in their bed while hospitalized.
If that was ever a rule, spoken or unspoken, boy would they be pissed at you now.
“Wider, bunny. You wanna help me get better right?” Bucky cooed into your ear from where his chest was plastered to your back.
Choking down your moan almost guiltily because you really did want him to feel better, it was one of the things you told him when you’d first seen him after he had finally got back from that awful camp. You had gotten a call (the quickest one of your life) that they had taken him to the hospital immediately, to check the extent of all possible injuries, watch for any possibly contracted diseases, etc.
It was day 3 of him being in there but he’d been misbehaving restless since you’d arrived.
You shouldn’t be too cross with him because he couldn’t help it.
John missed you so much that when he finally got back on familiar ground, what ran through his thoughts was mostly you and then just 2 hours later, you were there. Filling his senses with your sweet scent, filling his hands with the softness of your curves as your lovely voice filled his head. Christ, how he missed you. All of you.
However, his body’s reaction to you after being depraved of you for so long was…intense. To say the least.
While you were worried after his health and overjoyed at having him back, Bucky was on you like a dog on water.
So naturally the second the doctors deemed him well enough to only check up on him every couple hours instead of every 30 minutes, he wasted no time sweet-talking you from your chair into his bed where he currently had 3 of his stupidly thick fingers pumping knuckle deep inside your drenched pussy.
The noise outside reminded you that this was a busy hospital making your arousal spike on edge, the chances of someone opening the door and seeing you with your heaving tits out, pretty dress around your waist, as Bucky made you cry out while your fluttering cunt gaped around his fingers…
“Hnnnggh…I-I’m trying! Y’ hand's just t-too big“, you whine, eyes watering when he thrusts upwards right into the spot that makes your twitching walls gush slick.
“Now now, that’s not it Bunny- this cunt’s just too goddamn small..“ Bucky rasps into your ear, a shiver wracks up your spine.
The only response you could get out was a whine that cut into a watery gasp when he bought his other hand to play with your swollen clit, swirling the wet pulsing nub in firm circles, biting his lip at the gorgeous display you made.
Your ears were beginning to ring with the effort of staying quiet, eyes watering in pleasure and embarrassment when you caught through the haze, just how loud your cunt sounded being thoroughly fucked by John’s big fingers.
The slick in and out of has your eyes mindlessly rolling back, body quivering from how good it feels as you get closer, your pussy practically sucking his fingers in as your walls tighten like a slick fist. John groans in your ear as he looks down, seeing how gone you are with your stretched cunt creaming all over his hand.
“Shhh, so good for me bunny….just like that. Makin’ me feel so much better already.” He whispers in your ear, licking across your jaw before dragging his fingers almost all the way out before sinking them back into your sopping pussy, jaw dropping open in a silent scream with his fat middle finger crooked as he nails your g spot.
Your muscles spasm violently and the original goal of keeping it down, gets further and further in the shadow of your impending orgasm plus Bucky wasn’t helping at all with the pure filth coming out of his mouth. He’d always been a dirty talker, quick witted risqué lines that made you blush even back when he’d first been pursuing you….but this?
“C’mon baby, listen to that..my girls sound so sweet gettin’ a good fucking hm?”
“God I missed you, you’re almost too tight now. Can’t wait til we get home so I can properly break her in.”
“Mhmm bet you feel real good yeah? Yeahhhh you are. Drippin’ everywhere my slutty little bunny.” He hissed into your ear.
Oh dear god.
The moment your hiccuping whines bubbled to desperate moans in your throat, John slapped the hand that had been on your clit over your mouth, muffling your wails as white hot pleasure took you over the edge.
Shudders wrack your body while you cum, clit throbbing in time with your spasming walls while the lack of oxygen and your muffled moans add to the intensity of your orgasm. John’s hand slows a bit as he fucks you through it, almost putting your overstimulated self in a coma, kissing the tear trail down the side of your eyes; cock harder than ever as he waits for you to come down.
“Oooh. That was a good one, wasn’t it baby?”
Hand still over your mouth as you drop your head down in a wrecked “yes”. John hums as he manhandles your limp body around to face him, laying you on his chest and smoothing your dress down right as the door begins to open, uttering one last soaking promise into your ear…
“If you think you felt something now, just wait until we get home…gonna feel how much I missed you when I’m wearing that pussy out.”
godblessamerica???
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major gale ‘buck’ cleven and major john ‘bucky’ egan loved to share the pretty things they picked up at the bar. it always started the same, bucky scanning all the girls at the bar with their perfect dresses and rosy perfumes that reeked off them as he walked by, until one eventually caught his eye. you. and as soon as he saw you, he’s bumping his elbow to buck’s arm, who would roll his eyes and remind him of marge. well, at first he would care about her. poor marge, awaiting him at home, she had no idea how many girls he had picked up whilst away, how many lipstick stains coated his skin at the end of the night.
buck was more quiet, as opposed to bucky’s cocky, loud demeanor— so bucky always made the first move. “what’s a pretty thing like you doin’ here all alone?”
he always loved watching the sweet girls like you bat your lashes up at him, sweetly hitting him with a, “major?” which is soon followed by a shy, quiet, “‘m not sure.”
and that was bucky’s cue now, of course, to wave buck over, “y’know, we could give you some company.”
and of course, like all the others you would agree, nodding your head and following them back to the barracks. when you did eventually get there, it seemed like a ritual for bucky and buck with how quick they were to put you between them on one of the nearest beds. bucky sat to your left, and buck to your right. buck always took it slow, pressing soft kisses to your cheek where you melted into them, whereas bucky would move your jaw so you were looking at him, lips pressing to yours.
it wouldn’t take long for bucky and buck to assume their typical positions, bucky always called dibs on the mouth, whilst buck prefered to be balls deep inside of you, watching the way your lashes flutter as you slobber over bucky’s cock. something about it was so dirty, so sick, and yet they loved it so much— and of course, bucky loved to play with you as you’re being fucked dumb by buck, teasing his tip on your tongue and making you call him sir.
he always had a thing for that.
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a small favor, major john egan
pairing: john egan x amelia mae egan (black!fem!reader)
warning: sexual suggestions
tag list: @neeville @turn-thy-paige @ihe4rtisa @ineedafictionalman @lovebyceleste @alliewassobonum
an: just something to keep y'all fed until my semester ends and I have more time lol. i hope you all enjoy <3 yall I LOVE this gif.
“Can you do me a favor?”
Amelia shifted her gaze in the mirror. She caught her husband’s eyes, filled with mischief. Her fingers made a quick work of her satin scarf around her hair. She turned and crossed her hands over her chest. “What?”
“Come here.” Her husband nodded toward the bed and waved his arm in his direction. His hand dropped against the bed with a soft “oof” sounding throughout the room. Amelia raised an eyebrow. She took slow steps toward him.
He sat at the edge of their bed, legs spread to welcome her body into his vicinity. Amelia’s left hand, heavy from the newly added jewels to her finger, hiked the skirt of her new nightgown. She swung her leg over his thigh and made herself comfortable on his lap. She giggled when his hands found her bottom and gave a soft squeeze.
Amelia threw her arms around his shoulders loosely. “What’s the favor, John? I’ve got to make dinner.” They’d only been married for a few weeks, but she was picking up on his cues more and more. He wanted something and was building tension.
He looked at her with low eyes and titled his head to the side. Mhm, she was so pretty to him. With those full lips just begging to be caressed by his own.
“It can’t wait?” he asked. His fingers massaged her hips lovingly. Amelia shrugged. “If you want to be hungry, sure.”
John chuckled. Always so quick-witted. She squealed when he laid back and brought her body down with him. Amelia grunted softly and poked his side, whining about how her scar almost came off. He responded by adjusting it and placing a kiss on her forehead. “Just lay with me for a minute.”
At his words, she relaxed in his embrace. Her ear was pressed against his chest; his heartbeat loud and strong. His breaths were steady, healthy. John’s arms were strong around her, like he was afraid to let her go.
She smiled softly and raised her head to look into his eyes. “If you wanted a hug, you could’ve just said that.”
John’s face deepened in hue as he smacked his lips.”Way to ruin the moment, Rose.”
Amelia giggled and pressed her lips against his briefly. “It’s cute. Help me with dinner.” She slid off his body. With his head turned to the side, John asked. “Do I get to eat you after?”
Amelia swiped her robe off the edge of the bed and slid it over her shoulders. “If you make it to the kitchen before I do, you might.”
John was there before she knew it.
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ONE SHOT
strawberries and dirty talk (pt. 2)
or: Bucky surprises Gale with another weekend pass. A little hopeful spark in John's mind lights up and gives him an romantic and crazy idea: Why should it be all temporary and hidden with him and Buck when they both deserved so much?
It had been a long, exhausting few weeks. Between all the breakneck, dangerous missions over Germany, where more of John's friends were shot than he could count. It had been a constant dance with the devil and death. A power struggle that was different every day and a single moment could change and decide everything.
Every pain he felt, every blow he took and every enemy plane he shot out of the sky. Even though he was exhausted and at the end of his rope, it was Gale who kept him alive.
John had finally found a piece of peace in all this chaos - his own reason to survice all of this god damn war...Gale was worth it.
It had taken all his charm and persuasive arguments to talk Colonel Harding into a weekend pass for him and Major Cleven. Harding had slid into his leather chair, grumbling, with a cigar between his lips, and had finally waved him away with a gesture of surrender.
Bucky hadn't been able to wipe the broad grin off his lips that morning. Nothing could dampen his spirits, not even when only 11 of the 21 planes that had taken off returned to base.
A soothing and calming warmth had spread throughout his body when he walked into the canteen and saw Buck sitting there. Almost completely alone, his head bowed and a steaming cup of coffee on the table in front of him. One of his arms was resting over the back of the chair next to him and with the other hand he was shoveling scrambled eggs into his mouth. But as John came closer, his footsteps getting louder, Gale raised his eyes - almost automatically - and that small, barely visible twitch of the corners of his mouth almost made Bucky go crazy.
The urge to circle the table, to pull Gale up from that uninspiring wooden chair and just kiss him almost overwhelmed him. This urge was so strong that it squeezed all the air out of his lungs and his chest suddenly felt terribly constricted. God...he got my fully heart and soul, Bucky thougt. He's only smiling at me and i go crazy.
While fragments of him and Buck danced around in front of his inner eyes, he cleared his throat instead and dropped into the chair opposite him.
"Mornin' Major…" Gale had murmured in a pleasantly low voice, looking at him under half-lowered eyelids. The blue of his eyes so bright, warm and engaging that John's heart threatened to explode in his chest.
Unobtrusively, their feet had touched under the table, bumping against each other, and Bucky had smiled as if drunk.
"I've got a surprise for you," he'd said, and Gale hadn't let his curiosity get the best of him, but John had noticed the way Buck's fingertips had tightened around the back of the chair beside him and his pink lips had parted.
Gale had raised an unimpressed eyebrow and pushed a toothpick between his lips: "Oh yeah? Tell me, Bucky"
That had been the start of everything and John had come out with the tingling truth. Harding got them permission to left the base for a few days for recovery. Afterwards, they had both packed their bags, joking around with Bubble and Crosby before they thrown their bags into the back of John's jeep and driven out of the barracks.
A contented sigh escaped Bucky's lips as the thoughts and memories of the past 24 hours rolled over in his head. His mind was in chaos and his thoughts blurred, dancing salsa and leaving nothing but a warm, sluggish feeling in his body.
It was saturday morning, 6:30 a.m. and the sun rised slowly. The sky was painted in different shades of red, orange and pink, and it was almost silent outside. The only noice was coming from singing birds through the open windows and a light breeze blew the curtains in gentle waves. There could be nothing more beautiful John thought in the moment when he finally woke up.
Looking at the sky almost staying in flames...there couldn't be much better.
Being pressed against Gale's sleepy-warmth and bare skin, his palm laying on his stomach and his fingertips drawing circles. The white sheets around their legs and hips, a total mess, but it didn't boather Bucky at all.
He blinked sleepily and looked around the bedroom. There were clothes all over the floor and he couldn't help but smile happily.
The last 24 hours felt like a distant dream that was finally within his grasp. Bucky didn't need to be told twice and reached for it when Harding agreed to let him and Buck go. Not forever, but for a while.
Now that he had Gale all to himself, time could stand still. He was pretty sure he could stay in this small, hidden house by the lake forever. As long as he could feel Buck's body against his, hear his heartbeat and taste his sweet lips, this twisted world was all right with him.
Sighing, he buried his face in the crook of Gale's neck again. His lips brushed over the soft, sensitive skin and John noticed how Gale presses closer to him, still half asleep.
Circles, unrecognizable patterns … His fingertips traced out lifeless lines and shapes on Gale's skin. He savored the peace and quiet and the fact that Buck lay beside him in bed, completely relaxed and healthy.
There were only a few bruises on his chest and a lightred scar on his cheek. In a few days or weeks, it would all be gone. It would just be a shadowy memory in Bucky's head.
His lips tingled as he let them brush over Buck's skin again and again, slowly opening his mouth to brush his teeth over the dark red hickey. John smiled as Gale winced slightly and moaned sleepily.
John was convinced that he had never heard a more beautiful, raw and beguiling sound. His hand automatically traveled over Buck's abs, up his chest, and he tried to memorize every ridge and valley. The thought that he could find every freckle, ridge and hard valley between Gale's muscles blindfolded in record time made him chuckle. It was the most sensual of routes he had ever explored with his fingers. Bucky's hand curved half around his jaw, half around his neck and his fingertips brushed over Buck's soft skin. Beneath his touch, he took in Gale's sleep-warm skin and the contrasts that brought out the blond stubble. "Good morning, sleeping beauty."
Buck grumbled into his pillow, making John laugh. He knews only too well that Gale wasn't a morning person, and god it was 6.30 a.m. on a saturday.
"You're such a son of a bitch, waking me up so early," Buck complained, sighing as Bucky stroked the sensitive skin on his neck again. His lips opened slightly, and John didn't miss the opportunity to slide his thumb over the curve of his lip.
Gale's opened his mouth a little wider and sucked John's thumb in. For a tiny moment, Bucky's heartbeat stopped. He breathed once, then a second time deeply and then exhaled again until his heartbeat galloped off again. Buck's tongue left a moist, warm sensation on his finger. The tingle of the touch spread throughout his body within seconds and his muscles tensed in joyful anticipation.
Slowly, Gale turned onto his back and looked lovingly at Buck. John's hair was completely ruined. Strands of his dark brown hair were sticking out of his head in disarray and some strands were falling into his face.
Gale lifted his left hand and brushed a few loose strands of hair from John's forehead. He buried his fingers in them and opened his mouth. Bucky withdrew his thumb and leaned forward. Their noses touched and Buck whispered, "Mornin'."
"Was that an attempt to suck me off?" Bucky teased him with a dark glint in his eye.
"It would have been a ridiculous attempt if it had been one. You know I can suck you off much better…making those forbidden erotic circles with my tongue around the tip of your hard cock," Gale whispered in a low, husky voice that sent a shiver through John's whole body. He pressed his bare chest against Gale's and moaned softly. He was already hard and ready to fuck Buck's tight ass. But he was patient, because they had all the time in the world and after last night, they both needed a break and then a first slow, sweet fuck.
"I can still remember what that potty mouth can do…" John pressed his thumb against Gales' lips again and they both shuddered as they felt a warm explosion in their stomachs.
Last night had been a total mess of impatient fingers, swollen lips and passionate snogging. They had hardly been able to wait to finally be naked again and enjoy each other. It was restless and hot - almost like the first time, when they had been so nervous and shaky. They didn't know what to expect, and then every touch had simply exceeded all expectations.
So they spent the whole morning stealing kisses from each other, laughing and enjoying this carefree time out. At first, they had both stood up, staggering rather than steady on their feet, and staggered towards the outdoor rain shower. Only to kiss there under the warm water jet, jerk each other off and then come to orgasm together.
Reaching this tingling high was exhilarating, and for a moment John's eyes blurred black. Various veils of color danced behind his eyes. A soft sound echoed in his ears, as if a swarm of bees were buzzing repeatedly past his head.
Gale had knelt in front of him and taken him so deep in his mouth that he had become dizzy. The magic of the tip of his tongue and the rhythmic movements of his hand had given him a tremendous high.
His breathing was loud and heavy and it took him minutes to calm down. Then he had grabbed Gale's face with both hands, pulled him back to his feet and kissed him so passionately that they had both lost their balance. Buck had laughed without breath against his swollen lips and the smell of freshly cut grass, sweet apples and John's salty, slightly bitter cum had mingled on their tongues.
Afterwards they had fallen back into bed with only towels wrapped around their hips and had exchanged more sweet kisses until they were both breathless and sleepy.
Gale had grabbed the shaving cream and a razor, stood between Bucky's thighs and shaved him. This intimate moment of closeness and vulnerability had felt somewhere special and precious to them both. Like a sign they had both been waiting so long for, and in the aftermath, the afternoon had passed them by in a few breaths.
When evening came and the sun slowly disappeared into the distance with a spectacular play of lights, they were both still in bed.
Bucky was leaning with his bare back against the headboard of the bed. The comforter was spread over his legs, pulled up to his lower abs. Gale close beside him, lying on his stomach with a crossword puzzle from The Times in front of him. A pen in his left hand and his eyebrows drawn together in concentration. Buck repeatedly stroked his lips with the pen while John scrutinized him. The last rays of sunlight fell through the open window and bathed the entire room in an exclusive play of pink and orange - Bucky and Buck in the middle of everything.
"A seven-letter word…a synonym for passionate," Buck read aloud with a deep voice.
Bucky grinned and stroked Gale's sun-warmed back with the flat of his palm. His fingertips left fuzzy goose bumps, which John noted with self-satisfaction. Buck's body shuddered softly under his touch and John heard Gale gasp audibly.
"Stop distracting me…" Buck complained, grumbling, but he could also hear the grin that resonated in his words. "A seven-letter word…a synonym for passionate", he repeated.
"Sorry darlin'," Bucky replied, still smiling and leaning closer to Gale. He bent halfway over Buck's back from behind and positioned his hands next to Buck's torso on the mattress. Then he lowered his lips to Gale's sensitive skin and savored the way he looked again. More forcefully this time, and when Buck lowered his head momentarily, John sucked gently on Gale's neck. "It's just too easy to distract you. Besides, it gives me great pleasure to taste and touch you."
To emphasize his words, he rubbed the tip of his nose against the shell of Gale's ear and blew gently into it.
Buck's hands crumpled the pages of the newspaper and he lowered his head further. "John," he whispered hoarsely. "That feels good."
"Hmmm..." Bucky breathed a series of soft kisses on the side of Buck's neck and throat, and approached his ear again. Then he whispered in a quivering voice, "How about amours?"
For a moment, unspoken confusion floated through the room and Bucky enjoyed how much he managed to distract Gale. He nudged him with the tip of his nose, tickling his cheeks and repeating, "Try amours."
Buck took a deep breath and checked the available letters. "It doesn't fit," he mumbled back, swallowing hard as John stroked his right hand over his shoulder blades and then down the side of his ribcage.
"How about burning? Does it fit?" he asked, intensifying his kisses. He opened his lips slightly and began to suck on Buck's neck. From behind, he lowered himself further onto Buck's backside and when their naked, warm torsos collided, Gale let out a soft, stifled moan.
"No," Buck replied, feeling his body temperature slowly rising. His cheeks took on a pinkish-red hue and his heart beat as fast as a hummingbird's wings. "It doesn't fit…there's an "I" and an "N" in it….God, Bucky," he groaned. The groan that slipped over his lips mingled with John's heavy breaths as he rolled his hips against Gale's ass with definite, rhythmic thrusts.
As his hard cock slid between Buck's firm, warm ass cheeks, a tingle ran through Bucky's veins. The fluffy towel increased the pressure between them. "You feel so damn good, Buck. I really wanna fuck this tight ass", Bucky whispered in a voice veiled with lust.
"Bucky," Gale replied, sounding breathless, excited and yet Bucky could hear the hint of doubt in his voice. So far, they had never gone further than kissing each other wildly, wet and hard, touching each other. Just the fact that Gale's swollen lips already felt so forbidden, what would it be like when he slid his cock between his beautiful ass cheeks.
"I know, darlin'. We'll do everything in your tempo...but it almost kills me to fully have your attention here and can't have all of you", he reassured Buck.
Bucky wrapped one hand around Gale's neck from behind and tilted his head to the side. With his lips, he breathed a trail of kisses on the exposed skin and when he found that one sensitive spot, he began to suck. He felt Buck's body relax beneath him and he leaned closer into John's touch. "I know you're not stressing me out…I want you too, but I'm scared too."
"I'll catch you…how about intense?" Bucky suggested in a warm voice and Gale was glad he was offering him this little distraction. In an instant, his racing heartbeat calmed a little and the agonizing tension left his muscles, giving way to the tingling and prickling that shot through his veins.
"Yeah," sighed Buck. "That fits perfectly," he added, filling in the last gaps with trembling fingers. His handwriting was barely legible, but his thoughts were already drifting off into darker abysses.
Bucky replied: "Good." He could think of other, more sensual things that went perfectly together…or into each other. For example, his hard cock in Buck's tight, warm ass.
"Now turn around and let me see your beautiful blue eyes", he commanded.
He gave Gale just enough room to turn around under him. As soon as their eyes met, Buck reached out for John's cheeks and pulled him down to him. The kiss was different - more intense and fiercer than the breathy kisses on his neck before.
Invisible bonds formed between them and Gale's body vibrated and with every second that John touched him, his desire increased. He opened his mouth and asked Bucky's lips to let him in with his tongue. John intensified their kiss and opened his lips wide so that their tongues could touch. They both breathed loudly and heavily through their noses as they kissed. Gale's one hand traveled from John's cheek to his neck and then his fingers buried themselves in his dark, soft hair. The small touch of Gale's fingers in his hair made Bucky moan.
"You're driving me crazy," Bucky confessed as their kiss ended and he leaned in on his elbows. His weight pressed them both deeper into the soft, yielding puss and Gale spread his legs wider so their hips were touching.
"Not as much as you drive me crazy," Gale fired back with a wink. His hand still buried in strands of John's hair, he pulled him down for another brief, fierce kiss.
"You know how much you mean to me, don't you?" murmured Bucky, stroking his thumb over Gale's chin. His blue-green eyes sought reassurance and security in Buck's gaze, and when he found all of that, his heart warmed terribly.
Gale, lying beneath him, blinked a few times and whispered, "Why are you asking me that? It almost sounds like you want to leave me, John"
Bucky opened his eyes in shock and shook his head wildly. "What? No way…I don't know why I said that either…but actually I did…" he gloried in his words and it was a rare, amusing and refreshing moment for Gale.
He could only remember a handful of conversations where Bucky hadn't known how to phrase something.
"Relax…I love you, okay?" whispered Buck, kissing his jaw.
"That's exactly the problem," Bucky replied, smiling wistfully. His thumb brushed over Gale's bottom lip and he added, "I love you so much and knowing I'll never have you completely-never kiss you in public or hold your hand - almost kills me."
Buck swallowed and his throat suddenly felt dry and terribly constricted. He frowned and cleared his throat, hardly trusting his own voice. "I'll always be with you. No matter what the others will say…there will be a time when all this will be possible."
"What if it takes our whole lives and we have to live a lie?"
Buck shook his head slightly and stroked John's neck. "Who knew you could be so sentimental and brooding, Major Egan?" he teased, and when Bucky's features relaxed a little, Gale leaned forward and kissed him briefly. Then he added: "There won't be a lie as long as we know the truth, okay?"
"Marry me," Bucky murmured, leaning back until he was kneeling over him. His thighs pinned Gale to the mattress on either side of him and he unfastened the collar of his dog tags.
A strangled laugh escaped Gale. "John what are you talking about? Are you going crazy?"
Bucky shook his head, barely visible. An engaging smile on his lips as he repeated, "Marry me, Gale Cleven." Then he leaned down to him again. The tips of their noses touched and Gale could barely breathe as he realized the seriousness in John's words, the meaning of them catching him completely off guard and burying him like a wave.
"You know we can't...", he started when closes his mouth again, struggeling finding the right words. The bedroom was filled with loud breathing and pounding heartbeats, and when Gale moved in again to shatter Bucky's dream, John simply kissed him.
"Forget this world for once. No more prohibitions, no more judgments, no more hiding…. would you marry me then?"
Before Gale could fully comprehend the words, his heart had already made a decision and he blinked several times. He was so close to John that he could feel his warm, minty breath on his skin. Time seemed to stand still between them and it seemed like an eternity to Bucky, but it was only a few seconds before Buck finally answered, "Yes, I would marry you, John Egan."
The next kiss between them got completely out of hand. Their lips collided and their loud breaths mingled as Gale opened his lips and they both kissed with their mouths half open and their tongues dancing together. Sometimes John gained the upper hand in the kiss, sometimes Gale reclaimed it, and when they breathlessly broke away from each other, John breathed another loose kiss on Gale's forehead and sat up.
As Gale tipped his head back and gasped for air, he watched Bucky undo the clasp on his one necklace and as he held his dog tags in his hands, he took one off and placed it on Gale's bare stomach.
"What are you doing?" asked Buck, taking the small, cool metal plate in his hand.
"I'll give you a piece of me," Bucky explained, smiling gently. "Hold her tight," he added, running both palms over Gale's chest. His thumb stroked one of his nipples and as it hardened sensitively, he grinned in satisfaction. "Lift your head," he ordered Gale and took off his own necklace. Still speechless, Buck watched as John exchanged a dog tag and then closed the clasp so that Gale now wore his own and John's dog tags around his neck. John did the same with his necklace and when he had closed the clasp, he bent down to Gale. "…and you give me a piece of you, baby. Unfortunately, I can't put a real engagement ring on your finger, but this way you have my promise that I'm yours."
"…and I'm yours," Gale whispered, sounding hoarse, and breathless, and hopelessly in love.
Then the next few minutes blurred between them and there were only restless kisses, wandering hands and desire.
Bucky kissed Gale's lips slowly at first, gentle pressure, soft, wet touches echoing in his ears before he eased away from him and attacked his neck.
Gale's hand settled on his cheek, holding him close, and the love he felt in that moment made his heart pound desperately. The only sound Buck could hear was his and John's loud breathing and the blood rushing through his veins. He threw his head back and closed his eyes in pleasure as Bucky opened his mouth and scraped his teeth across his collarbone.
"John," he sighed excitedly, lifting his hips. Hoping Bucky understood his restlessness and his urge for more, he slid both hands over John's back and placed his palms on his hips. "I need you closer."
Bucky finished his kiss trail and smirked, "This hickey looks absoluty stunning on your skin, darlin'."
"I want that you mark me all over with your lips," Gale whispered, his blue eyes momentarily losing their focus as his thumbnail scratched over the fresh hickey.
"Are you challenging me?", John asked slowly and his controll almost fliped away.
"Maybe a bit." Gale closed his eyes in desperate lust and bit down hard on his lower lip as a shiver ran through him. His fingertips twitched, digging them deeper into John's hips.
"Fuck," he groaned, blinking at Bucky under half-closed eyes. "Are you trying to get me so turned on I'll go crazy?" he asked with a smirk on his lips, snapping at John's lips.
"No, just drive you crazy enough that you relax and let me touch and fuck your beautiful ass", he teased him back.
Gale inhaled deeply through his nose and as he looked at Bucky. Memorizing every detail of him, a feeling of deep satisfaction spread through his belly. Suddenly there were no more doubts or fears. There was only lust, desire and …. love left in him, and he didn't care that it wouldn't be perfect or maybe hurt a bit first, because the only thing that mattered to Buck was that he made every moment with John count.
Gale blinked and rested his forehead against Bucky's. He closed his eyes and as his finger stroked Bucky's lip, tickled by his beard, he finally said, "I'm not afraid anymore, John. I'm ready for the next step, I'm ready for everything as long as I do it with you."
"Are you sure?" Bucky's voice sounded raspy. "You don't have to feel forced into it."
"Yes, I'm sure." As soon as those words crossed Gale's lips and got through to John, he kissed him. These kisses felt more passionate and special - they were reckless and heated.
Gale lost himself in the taste of John's lips and skin as he pressed his face into Bucky's neck and kissed him there. He lost himself in the taste of him, a little salty, a little sweet, and absolutely addictive.
Then a fever suddenly broke out in him and an unstoppable heat raced through his limbs. Gale opened his mouth and licked over Bucky's warm, slightly damp skin.
"Hmmm", John moaned loudly. "I like your mouth on my skin."
Meanwhile, John's hands stroked his ribcage and as they undid the knot of his towel and pulled away the soft white fabric, he shivered slightly.
In the next breath, a warm, rough fist closed around his hard cock and an electrifying wave shot through Buck's body. He bit his lip and tried to hold back his lust, but he couldn't fight the urgent feeling in his arms and legs that was driving him wild. A shiver rippled down his back and made his spine tingle, making him squint as Bucky stroked his tip with his thumb.
"You're already wet," John whispered, ecstatic and surprised. "So sensitive", he added with dark glinted eyes. Then he lifted his gaze from Gale's cock and licked his lips seductively as he brought his thumb to his face. Inevitably, Gale held his breath and stared at him as Bucky opened his mouth and licked his thumb. Another wave of heat rushed through Gale and within a breath his face was in flames. "You taste the sweetest of all drugs."
A strangled sound escaped Gale's lips and made the corners of John's mouth twitch. His slightly swollen, full lips curled into a traitorous, hot smile. "Want more?"
Buck's throat was dry as dust and not a word escaped his lips. He didn't trust his voice and wrinkled his nose slightly as he nodded.
"Let me hear you, baby," Bucky begged him, closing his fist around Gale's erection again. He encircled it with light pressure and began a steady, slow rhythm. Sometimes Bucky slid his thumb over the sensitive tip of his cock again and Gale lifted his hips toward him each time. A desperate attempt to increase the friction, and at other moments John would twist his wrist slightly and increase the pressure around the base of Gale's cock. Hot cold shivers chased over Buck's body and veiled his eyes.
"Fuck John. Please…" Gale begged, sliding one of his hands under the pillow to find purchase in the soft fabric. But the various sensations racing through his body were unstoppable and merciless. They burned him from the inside out and left him with nothing but insatiable desire.
"Please what?" Bucky teased him, sliding his open mouth across Buck's chest. His lips brushed his right nipple and as he gasped for breath, John repeated the process. He slowly closed his lips around the sensitive bud and said, letting him feel his teeth. Echoing Gale's heartbeat beneath his lips, John lifted his gaze and stared at him under half-closed lids. Buck lifted a hand and wrapped it half around his neck, half around his shoulder. His fingertips dug into John's warm, firm skin with gentle pressure. With light, barely perceptible pressure, Gale invited him down further - a desire, a wish Gale would never have spoken aloud.
We'll get there some day, Bucky thought boldly, sucking harder on his nipple one last time.
"I want your mouth", Buck replied huskily. His eyes almost on fire and dark.
"You have my mouth, Baby."
Gale grumbled angrily and exhaled loudly before lifting his head from the pillows and frowning. "You know where I want your lips."
"Yes," John smirked dirtily. "Here?" he asked, kissing Gale's upper stomach.
"Further down" Gale directed him, dropping his head back into the pillows.
"Here?" asked Bucky innocently, blowing two or three kisses on Gale's lower belly. Under his lips, his muscles tensed deliciously and John dipped his tongue into Gale's belly button.
"Shit, further down." The grip on his shoulder tightened, and when Gale finally buried his fingers in his dark hair, he knew he'd broken through an invisible wall. Mouth open, he licked further down to Gale's hipbone, where he scraped his teeth.
He was pushing Gale's patience to the limit. John could feel under his lips how close he was to pushing Gale over the edge. As he sped up the rhythmic up and down movements with one hand, he sucked on Gale's easily irritated skin with his lips. He left another hickey in his wake.
Gale let out an almost silent scream and looked Bucky straight in the eye before asking hoarsely: "Can..can you please suck me off?"
It only took John a second or two to react. Then his lips closed around the tip of Buck's cock. The feeling of being surrounded by wet warmth made Gale dizzy. Watching John's pink, swollen lips stretch around his cock almost made him cum. His hips jerked and he inevitably pressed his cock deeper into John's throat.
"Sorry…" Gale gasped, trying to hold back. But Bucky shook his head imperceptibly and wrapped his other hand around Gale's wrist, which was still resting on his shoulder. "You want me to…" Gale asked breathlessly and Bucky's eyes flashed brightly.
Bucky raised his head briefly and took a breath. "Don't hold back and relax. Don't think about what comes next." He breathed a wet kiss on Gale's thigh and slid further down his body until his elbows were resting on the mattress, spreading Gale's legs.
A hint of panic flitted across Buck's face, but when John curved his lips around his erection again, he closed his eyes and concentrated on the tingling in his body.
Then John's tongue licked over his entire length and he shuddered again. The combination of firm, twisting hand movements, Bucky's wet lips and the cool air hitting his heated skin drove him further towards climax.
Bucky's warm palm rubbed over his lower abs and then fingers wrapped around his thigh. With gentle pressure, John spread his legs wider and for a tiny moment Gale felt terribly naked and vulnerable.
"Bucky," Gale whispered, cupping John's chin. He sounded throaty and slightly uncertain, but he suppressed the hint of fear. "Can you move your fingers…I'd like to feel it," Gale stuttered and sighed. Once again, he found it difficult to express his desires openly and dirty. But that didn't matter because Bucky knew exactly what he wanted and needed.
"Don't worry about it," John encouraged him and leaned over him briefly, kissing his lips and then reaching over to the bedside table.
Gale closed his eyes, embarrassed, and when he felt a soft rustling and then John's body heat again, he shuddered.
"It's still a mystery to me how you can be so embarrassed and at the same time so uninhibited when I'm sucking you off and hopefully fucking you soon," Bucky whispered, stroking his heated cheeks with his knuckles.
"Shut up, John." Gale pressed a hand on his's shoulder and pushed him back between his legs. "Do it before I change my mind."
"Yes, Major," Bucky winked and kissed his groin and thigh. Again, he closed a hand around Gale's erection and pumped a slow, firm rhythm. With his other hand, he opened the lube and dipped two of his fingers into it. He then rubbed his fingers together and warmed the gel.
John squeezed Buck’s dick in time with his thrusts, as sweat dripped from his brow onto Buck’s thigh. He speeded up and then slowed down the movements of his fist and suck again - hard and deep this time.
Bucky groped blindly beside him and grabbed a pillow. "Raise your hips," he demanded and Buck did so. The soft fabric and the elevated position would make things a lot easier, Bucky knew from previous experiences. It had been that way with many women…why should it be any different here?
"Jerk you off, baby," John demanded in a raspy voice. He watched as Gale's hand replaced his own and began to pump. "Slow down," he laughed as Gale rolled his hips. Buck wrapped an arm around his waist and pressed him back into the sheets.
"God damn…make me come," Gale hissed breathlessly.
"I'll darlin'…just relax," Bucky begged. "Close your eyes and just feel." Gale sighed and pressed his head into the pillows. Then John kissed his thigh one last time and ran his palms over his firm, twitching muscles to his ass.
As his hands gripped Gale's butt and he slowly spread his ass cheeks, they both inevitably held their breath. John only realized it when his chest began to burn. Gasping hard for air, he whispered again, "Relax. You're beautiful."
He slid his hands over Buck's thighs and bottom several times until he clearly felt his muscles relax. Only then did he continue, blowing a kiss on the base of Gale's cock and further down. He ran his fingertips carefully between his ass cheeks.
"Ahh," Buck gasped and John paused. He repeated the touch and pressed his thumb gently against the firm ring of muscle. Along the way, he spread kisses and applied light pressure to Gale's tight hole. "That feels intense…" Buck whimpered.
"To much?"
Gale shook his head, "No...keep going!"
Bucky breathed a sigh of relief and drew a few circles with his thumb. Gale's firm muscles worked under the tip of his thumb and when John lowered his lips again, licking his tongue between his ass cheeks, Gale moaned loudly and deeply.
"Okay?" Bucky asked slowly.
"Better than okay," Gale whispered, squeezing his cock hard to curb his desire.
John rubbed his thumb over the ring of muscle again and when it was soft and wet, he pressed the tip of his thumb against Gale's ass with gentle but firm pressure. Half-lowering his eyelids, he squinted up at Buck and followed every movement on his face as his thumb broke through the muscle.
He paused and waited until Gale's muscles relaxed a little. "You're doing so good," he praised him. "You feel amazing around my finger - it's hot and tight."
He continued to look up at Gale as he moved his thumb slightly and slowly began to slide it in and out.
"God…this feels…more Bucky. Give my a little more," Gale begged in a raspy voice, sliding his own thumb over the tip of his wet cock.
John moved his thumb in and out a few more times at a slow pace before dipping his tongue in and then sliding his ring finger in. "You look breathtaking…I can't wait to take you…slow and deep," Bucky murmured, swallowing hard to control and ignore his own desire and the urgent throbbing in his cock a little longer.
"I'll add a second finger," he warned Buck. A few breaths later he pressed his wet fingers against Gale's tight hole and this time it was much easier for him to thrust through the tight ring of muscle.
"I won't last much longer," Buck groaned, licking his dry lips. "I'm ready."
Gale's cheeks were on fire and his muscles shook with the effort. The slightly stinging friction of John's fingers inside him triggered waves of emotion he had never felt before. Heights he had never thought possible. His mind was blank - all thoughts completely swept away as Buck's fingers slipped out of him and for a strange, brief moment he felt empty and cold. Then the next few breaths blurred, and as he felt Bucky's body weight and searing heat against his skin again, he grabbed John's wrist with one hand. "Don't leave me," he pleaded breathlessly, his voice tinged with fear.
"Never," Bucky replied in a heavy voice. His tongue felt sluggish and he clasped Gale's left cheek. "We can stop anytime," he reminded Buck.
A tiny nod was all John needed before he positioned himself at Buck's entrance and leaned down for an all-consuming kiss. Just before their lips met, he whispered in a husky voice, "Take a deep breath."
Gale's grip on his wrist tightened and John followed Buck's every reaction with his eyes. He thrust his hips forward slowly and deliberately, feeling the resistance of Gale's hot, tight muscles. John lowered his head and rubbed the tip of his nose over Gale's heated cheek. His lips breathed kisses on his smooth skin as he pushed himself centimeter by centimeter into Gale's tight hole. They were both breathing loud and heavy, and when Buck let out a huff of air, John slid fully into his ass.
Reassuringly, he rubbed his nose over Buck's heated skin and held still, waiting for some sign. A sigh, a moan, or Gale's muscles tensing and relaxing.
Bucky didn't know how much time had passed when Gale licked his lips and exhaled. Fingertips brushed over John's slightly sweaty skin as Buck slid his hands over his torso and finally placed them on his hips. "Are you okay?" Bucky asked worriedly.
"Yeah, I'm okay," Gale whispered in a raspy voice and when John moved his hips, pulling back and then slowly thrusting forward again, he let out a strangled groan.
"You feel fantastic." Buck felt dizzy and on the verge of passing out as Bucky began a slow and sensual rhythm with his hips. His right hand slid from his hips up to his neck and he pressed his lips hard against John's.
The kiss was wild and unbridled. Their mouths collided, teeth scraped over lower lips and their tongues took turns fighting for dominance. Buck felt like John was setting him on fire with each successive touch, each kiss, each rhythmic thrust of his hips. He was about to explode like a spark of dynamite and burst into a thousand pieces.
"Fuck…John," Gale moaned as he changed the angle of his hips and thrust deeper, somehow even more intensely into him. "Just like that", he begged and started to jerk himself off again. This time rougher and faster.
"Looking at you and feeling your heat is killing me," Bucky gasped. "You feel great…you're taking me perfect, darlin'"
Bucky felt weightless. Having Gale beneath him, feeling him completely and watching him burst into flames was almost like flying. As electrifying and ectastic as jumping out of a plane without a parachute and being shaken by a thousand volts at the same time. A tingling sensation rushed through his veins - one hotter and more urgent than the previous one and as he accelerated his thrusts and now thrust deeper and a little harder, his heartbeat began to falter.
They were both about to burn alive and burn to ashes. John pressed his face into the crook of Gale's neck and breathed a few kisses on the salty skin. His breath caught in Gale's ear and when he wrapped one hand around the back of Bucky's neck and the other around his hard cock, John lost control.
"I'm close," he whispered in a raspy voice. Gale pressed his lips to his skin and stifled his moan.
"Me too…a little harder," Buck gasped, intensifying his own pumping motions. "John," he warned him brittlely. "Make me come…make me fly."
"I will," Bucky promised, thrusting harder and more rampantly. An urgent heat gathered in his belly and as he lifted his head, his eyes meeting Gale's, a fireball exploded in his chest. "I'm about to come."
Gale cursed quietly to himself and arched his back. His hips thrust against John's and he sank deep into Gale's ass a few more times.
Bucky thrust into Gale as deep as he could, his hips rocking in unison with Gale's. Some thrusts hit Gale so hard and unpreparedly intense that he bit his lip, shuddered and his muscles tightened around John's cock
"God…you're so tight and hot, and perfect," Bucky gasped, dropping his sweaty forehead against Gale's as his hips jerked uncontrollably and he shuddered to climax. "Fly with me, Buck."
"I'll come...I...John", Buck moaned surprisingly loudly and in a sensually deep voice. At the same time, he felt Gale tense beneath him and seconds later, warm, thick cum shot between their torsos.
Bucky breathed a wet kiss on Gale's forehead and stroked his red cheek with his fingertips. His heartbeat raced in his chest and he let out a breathless laugh. "There aren't many things, but this…with you…felt better than flying," Bucky murmured.
Beneath him, Gale's muscles twitched and his bright blue eyes glittered in the last of the sunlight. He was slow to come down from the climax he had just experienced and the wild rhythm of his heart thundered in his ears.
His hips were still rolling back and forth in small, lazy thrusts. Bucky tried to prolong the aftershocks a little longer. They had left a mess everywhere, but especially on Gale's stomach and he could feel the cum drying up.
"How are you feeling?", he asked und kisses Buck's lower lip softly.
"Giddy, satisfied, overwhelmed," Gale murmured. "I've never felt anything so intense...but I'm good, baby."
As the words filtered through to Bucky, he couldn't help but think of The Times crossword puzzle and everything that had happened afterwards. "Feeling like this every time i look at you", he teased.
Gale laughed and the sound was beautiful. He propped himself up on his elbows and slowly slid out of Gale. They both shuddered at the sudden loss of contact and John quickly scrambled to pull the covers over their sweaty, sticky bodies.
"You made a mess," Gale whispered with a glint of pure contentment, snuggling into him sideways.
The corners of Bucky's mouth twitched and he cupped his hand around his chin, lifting it and smirking dirtily against his lips, "I just like rocking your world and you've never looked better to me…relaxed, sweaty, covered in love bites and really well fucked."
Gale blushed again, making Bucky laugh. For a moment it was timeless - the two of them happy, naked and deeply connected. His heart threatened to explode when Buck wrapped his fingers around his necklace and pulled him close by the dog tags. "I love you…I've never flown higher than with you."
"Fyling high…say yes to heaven, say yes to me…" whispered Bucky.
"A thousand times yes," Gale smiled. "I'll be your co-pilot today and forever."
"Good," Bucky replied and kissed him. "I couldn't fly without you."
Nothing could touch them, and when Bucky realized he never wanted to hold anything but Gale in his arms again, everything was pretty much perfect.
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