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ddaz3d-and-cc0nfused · 7 months

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DAY NINE: Hate Sex w/ Ex!Fratboy!Bucky Barnes (ft. sorority sister!reader

a/n: I cannot begin to tell yoy how fucking aware I am that this is late and I'm almost falling behind but ohmygoodness I've been literally exhausted for the past two days. I'm lowkey pissed about it because I was super excited to write for this day and actually writing for it felt like I was dragging my feet behind me.

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Fuck James Buchanan Barnes.

He’s a piece of shit, an asshole, a womanizer, a player, a liar and a dirty fucking cheat, but goddamn it, why do you always find yourself here?

You hated him – no – you do hate him!

Even people that hate their exes like the fact that they catch their eye, that they can’t find it within themselves to look away from them, that in some way, some capacity, they will always want them, that they will always be theirs regardless of whoever they get with in the future.

Bucky knew you’d come to the party at his frat, and you knew that you would go with every intention of fucking with him. To everyone else, you were just bitter exes - that needed to fuck out whatever was going on between the two of you - so when you showed up in a dress that fell just below your ass, your friends figured you were just trying to get laid; but no one knew that this was his favorite color on you, let alone his favorite dress.

You just so happened to pick it out, that’s all! Couldn’t a girl want to pamper herself nowadays?

You fake laughed at whatever the dude that had fallen right into your trap said, a manicured hand lifting up to slap him on his arm gently, making extra sure to graze the naked skin of his arm that was exposed by his muscle tee with your acrylics. You fluttered your eyelashes at him innocently, a faux sweet smile on your face.

Subconsciously, you knew that you wanted Bucky to take you home, or to his room, or to wherever the fuck he wanted too – but you’d never admit that to yourself. You couldn’t. He couldn’t win this game of cat and mouse, not without a fight, and you just so happened to love playing dirty.

You could feel Bucky’s stare burning into your back. Your bodycon dress was completely strapless, leaving little to nothing to the imagination as your breasts threatened to spill out over the top. You weren’t a sorority slut by any means, one of your sister’s had that covered, but still, you were going to go home with somebody tonight.

Even if he was an idiot.

“That’s so funny, Aaron.” Aaron laughed nervously, cheeks blooming a deep red as he rubbed the back of his neck. “It’s uh- actually Eric.” Right. “Sorry.” You giggled, raising the neck of your beer as if it was some sort of explanation for the fact that you don’t really give a shit about what his name is and more about what’s in his pants.

Before you could speak, your eyes raised up to meet Bucky’s, who was standing across the pull, two ladies vying for his attention as he puffed on what looked like a blunt. It looked like he was in the same boat that you were; that he didn’t care about what they were saying, only you.

Biting your lip, you turned your gaze back to Aaron – Eric.

You knew you’d have to up the ante in order to get him to move, because right now you know he thinks that you’re all bark no bite. You’ll show him.

“You know…” You made a finger walking motion up his arm, the tips of your nails now slightly digging into his skin. “How about we get out of here?” You fluttered your eyelashes up at him. “It’s too crowded… and loud.” Your hand finally rested on his upper bicep, giving it a soft squeeze. The poor man’s jaw was slightly dropped, as if he was a fish out of water.

“Yeah, yeah, I-” He attempted to say, but when you raised your gaze again, Bucky was gone, and you had forced yourself to bite back a wolfish smile because you knew he was on the move somewhere.

“What’s goin’ on over here?” Bucky’s voice sounded as he approached the both of you from behind. Eric looked as if he had seen a ghost, but the poor boy had no idea that he was just a pawn in your game.

“Oh- uh- nothin’ man, just talking.” You raised a brow at Eric’s shaky excuse. Internally, you rolled your eyes. What a pussy.

“Really?” Bucky asked in amusement, not even bothering to hide the face splitting smirk that contorted his face. “Yep.” You responded, popping the ‘p’ as you took the blunt from him. You wrapped your mouth around it, your gaze almost challenging him as you sucked, pulling the smoke into your lungs. It burned but it was worth it to see the tick in his jaw and the slight twitch in his eye at the sight of your pursed lips.

“I think that I um- I’m just gonna go.” Eric squeaked awkwardly. All lustful intention slipped away from him as he grasped his hand and shook it. From the poor man’s wince you can tell that Bucky put a little bit too much force in his shake.

When the random guy slipped away you couldn’t help but laugh.

“Real smooth.” You commented. “I don’t know what you’re talkin’ about.”

“I’m talking about you trying to act like you weren’t trying to fuck me right in front of him.” The way you said it was as if it was the most casual thing on earth. “I almost forgot how possessive you get when you know someone else wants me.” You tilted your chin up to finally face him, and you caught yourself from almost stumbling over your words at the primal look on his face.

You did it. You won this game fair - enough - and square.

“Too bad my pussy doesn’t belong to you anymore, isn’t it, James?”

“Shut the fuck up.” He growled, taking an intimidating step towards you. But you weren’t scared, if anything you were turned on.

“Don’t get mad at me because I’m right, even though anger does look good on you.”

You went to step away, but he was quick to snatch your wrist, “Were not done talkin’.” You made a noncommittal attempt to tug yourself free. “I am.”

The tension between the two of you sizzled like oil on a pan, beckoning, calling for someone to do something, anything, to appease the burning desire that was coiling in Bucky and yours’ guts.

“If you’re not done then I guess we should find somewhere quiet to talk then.”

He didn’t give you the chance to offer a rebuttal because he was already dragging you away from the prying eyes of party goers, his frat brothers and your sorority sisters. You already had an idea of where he was taking you, pushing the both of you through the sea of people that flooded the house, most of them drunk or high or a hammered off of a little bit of everything that was rotating throughout the home.

When he’d found his room, he was grateful that no one had decided to fuck in it, because that was what he was supposed to be doing.

He let your body be the thing that slammed the door shut with a loud bang!

He kissed you harshly, his left hand grasped your chin while the other hiked a full leg over his hip, grinding his erection onto your needy core.

“Fuck!” You gasped, your back arching off the wood as you broke the kiss. The friction of his jeans against your pulsing clit sent you staggering for balance, your inhibitions clouding your mind when you allowed your self-control to completely flee from within you.

“Bucky baby.” You whined. The man practically preened at the sound of his old nickname, his humping turning harder and calculated. He clearly had an end goal in mind.

“What were you sayin’ about this pussy not bein’ mine no more?” He quipped. “I still mean it.” You gasped. He growled, but nonetheless, that didn’t deter him from shoving his face in the corner of your neck and biting down on the skin. Hard.

You yelped at the pain, but it shot down straight to your stimulated core. The bite only drew you closer to your embarrassingly fast approaching orgasm. It had been so long since you’d been touched by him, and God, you missed his hands, his voice, his touch, his smell, his cock.

“‘M close, Buck, ‘m so close.” You murmured, waving your fingers through his brunette hair and tugging on the strands. You felt a burning bitterness well-up in your gut when the tips of your fingers brushed against the hard plastic of the silver crown on top of his head. You sneakily took it off before throwing it somewhere in his room.

“No need to be jealous, honey.” He teased with a smirk on his face. “Shut— shut up!” Your rebuttal only came out as a whine. You could feel the cloth of your laced thong stick to your wet labia with every grind on his jeans – which also now sported a dark spot on his pants.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” You swore as you came. “There you go. That’s it, good girl.” Small whimpers slipped out of you as he worked you into overstimulation.

“God,” He groaned. “I’ve gotta fuck you.”

Guiding his face up to yours, you brushed your lips together, holding your intense eye contact with one another. “Then fuck me, Buck. I think you have a point to prove.” He leaned forward just a bit to nip at your bottom lip, pulling it between his teeth.

“Fuckin’ naughty.” Bucky grunted, forcing your leg down from his hip for a moment to snatch your panties down your legs. Your hands shot out to his belt buckle, slipping the leather out of it and unbuttoning his jeans. It was your turn to shove his pants down and grab his hard on, his hot cock pulsing in your hand.

The air in the back of his throat caught at the feeling of your stroking, “God– turn around.” You did as he said and felt his large, calloused hands pushing up your dress.

“Gonna make sure everyone at this fuckin’ party knows you’re mine.” He says lowly, pulling down his underwear to his mid-thigh and prodding his tip at your entrance. “Even if you fuckin’ hate me.” With that, he entered you, splitting you in half on his cock.

You cried out at the feeling, false nails scratching at the surface of his door in an attempt to keep yourself steady. “Feels so good, Buck. So, so, good.” You mewled, your hips pushing out on their own accord to try and take your own pleasure. “Always so fuckin’ greedy.” He chided. His hands grabbed at the fat of your ass, pulling out of you only to slam back in, sending you up the wall.

Your bodies moved in a familiar symphony that had been sung numerous times before, as they hadn’t forgotten one another, they were just simply waiting for the both of you to press play.

His dick repeatedly prodded at your g-spot, the friction sending you into overdrive as you moaned, and cried and begged. “God, I think ‘m gonna cum, Buck!” You exclaimed, walls repeatedly clenching down on him. “That’s right, doll. ‘Fuckin squeeze me.” He bellowed, his own thrusts growing sloppy as he neared his end.

Your noises raised in pitch before your arms gave out and you collapsed forward, instead opting to cross your arms and rest your head on your forearms.

“Gonna cum in this sweet pussy, sweetheart.” He said through gritted teeth, his thrusting growing sloppy and uncoordinated.

“Do it, fuck, I-” Your words died out, your body wracking with shivers as your second orgasm of the night overtook you.

It wasn’t long before you felt his seed warm your insides, painting your womb white as your eyesight went white, and your pussy sucked him up for all he’s worth.

Your chests heaved.

“I still hate you.” You huffed.

“I wouldn’t have expected anything less.” He said through a smile.

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hedgehogsaretheultimatelifeform · 8 months

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Kinktober 2023 Day Nine

Overstimulation

John Price (x Nikolai)

Nik had been gone too long, like always. Maybe he had finally realised that this was an issue, and that was why John was clutching a package from him in his hands. As he stared down into the box, Price thanked fucking christ that he had taken it back to his room before opening it. He didn’t want to think about what Laswell or Alex would say if he’d inadvertently opened a box of dildos in front of them. He’d never be able to forget it, especially if that got back around to Nik, who’d probably suggest inviting them to watch or something (and that didn’t sound that bad, now he thought about it…)

Price tipped the box out onto his bed and tossed the fucking pink tissue paper aside, as he stared down at the pair of toys Nik had sent him. A new dildo, bigger than anything else Nik had got him since he’d introduced John to the things a few months ago, and what he realised wasn’t a second dildo, but a wand. Price frowned. He’d done a little (a lot, maybe too much) research on toys himself, and he’d only read about wands in reference to female anatomy, which he was… lacking in.

Clearly Nik hadn’t gone too mad, as he’d included a hand written card with fucking instructions on how John should use it on himself. John flushed as he turned the card around between his fingers. Nik didn’t think he was that useless, did he?

Maybe, he should prove that he wasn’t. He should use Nik’s present, and make him a little thank you for it.

He had to wait for the stupid things to charge first, so he ended up lying across his bed, lazily stretching his ass open with one of his other dildos, wanting to be sure that he could actually fit the new one inside him. The issue was, it was thick. John could take long ones easily, but one that thick would do him in, even before he made it vibrate, which it could do, according to the scroll wheel he’d found on the bottom when he’d been looking for the charging port.

Fuck, what was Nik trying to do to him? Besides the obvious, make him cum his brains out; but a dildo that would surely make him cum on its own, vibration not withstanding, and on top of that, a wand?

Fucking hell, he was in for a treat.

He rolled over to grab his phone. He hadn’t even thought about how he was going to film it yet. What was the best view for Nik to have… or, the best view for him to give? Nik was trying to torture him with the potential of these toys, so why shouldn’t John return the favour?

He could film just his back, as he fucked himself on the dildo, giving a show certainly, but not focusing on the thing that Nik was clearly interested in: the wand, to be used as directed.

It was an easy set up to put together. He propped his phone up on his desk chair, preparing a space at the end of the bed for himself, starting the video with just the dildo sitting on the bed, secure thanks to its solid base, lubed up and ready for him. John kept his back to the camera as entered into frame to climb onto the bed, leaning forward as he knelt around the waiting dildo, triple checking that the things he would need were in front of him.

Show time.

John sighed, settling himself on his knees, reaching back to pull his ass open, showing his spread hole to the camera, before sitting up and letting the blunt head of the dildo hit his asshole. He exhaled with a hiss at the pressure. He’d prepared himself, lubed up the dildo beyond reason, (fuck knows how he was going to explain needing new bed sheets again), and this was still going to be a stretch.

John swallowed, grounded himself by gripping his thighs, and pushed his hips down.

It stung at first, making him choke, screwing his eyes shut as he pulled up and whimpered when he felt empty. He needed it back already, and committed himself to pushing himself all the way down onto it.

The deeper the toy went, the easier it seemed to be. He groaned, reaching behind him to feel the base of the dildo, shaking when he realised that he’d gotten the entire thing inside of him. He paused for a moment to relish in his success, before finding the scroll wheel, and turning it up as far as he could.

John screamed, his hand flying up to his mouth, shaking as the dildo, already pressed right against his prostate, went from complete stillness to intense vibration. Precum was leaking down his cock when he was finally able to pull his head down, locking his hands around his thighs as he rocked his hips back, whimpering with each tiny movement, struggling to keep his eyes open as he reached for the wand.

He gasped when he clicked it on. It was on the lowest setting, and it was this loud? He picked up the instruction card, and showily tossed it aside. He’d studied it earlier, and knew the motions Nik had suggested for him by heart. He was going to keep this bit for himself, though. First, to check Nik knew what he was on about, and second, to tease Nik with the idea of a further show, save something for later, or some such. He made it look like he was stretching, hard with how tight his gut and balls felt, just to show what he was holding in his hand, before bringing the wand down to touch just under the head of his cock.

He saw white as he came, almost losing feeling in his fingers as he shot cum into his blankets (fuck), but he refused to remove the wand from his dick. He sat up straighter, pushing as far down on the dildo as was possible, and clicked up a level on the wand. It was so damn loud, the recording would have to pick it up.

John let his head fall back, Nik’s name freely falling from his lips as he pushed the wand in a wobbly line down his cock, past his balls to press at the skin just outside of where the dildo was sunk into his ass.

Fuck, he was still cumming, semen dribbling down the sides of his cock as he writhed, tears running out of his eyes as he turned his body so the camera could see his face. He held it there as long as he could, before he turned the wand off, dropped it and rolled onto his side, shifting around to pull the dildo out of his ass with shaking hands, unable to focus on anything but the feeling of the blanket under his skin.

All he could do was breathe.

For minutes, all he could do was lie there and breathe, coming back to himself, until he felt strong enough to drag himself up, going to the bathroom to gulp down some water, and take a few photos of his ruined face.

He checked through the recording quickly, cut out the minutes of him lying in bed at the end, and sent it off to Nik. He knew he wouldn’t receive a reply anytime soon, so he got cleaned up and took up Ghost’s offer to go out for a drink with the rest of the team.

Nik replied when it was his round, and John was waiting alone at the bar.

John.

You know doing overstimulation alone is dangerous.

John sucked a breath in through his teeth. What was I supposed to do? Not thank you?

You could show me what I had told you to do.

The instructions weren’t that clear.

Johnathan.

Nikolai.

You prepare your ass for when I get back, because I’ll make that seem like nothing.

I’ll look forward to it :)

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