Bucky, Probably : YEAHHHH STEVIEEE !!! GET THAT DAME !!! PROTECTION DURING WAR AND LOVE !!!! REMEMBER

So cute. I hate kids but this... >>

Test Drive (Oneshot)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

Summary: Bucky has a breeding kink.

Words: 2.8k

Warnings: smut (18+), female receiving oral, penetrative sex

A/N: LOL HEY EVERYBODY! this one has been in my drafts for over a year and I rewatched civil war yesterday so I’m mentally prepared to write about bucky barnes again. hope everyone is well love u all xoxoxoxo GIF IS NOT MINE

“I don’t understand. Is this gift for Pepper, or for their kid?” Bucky raised up a set of booties meant for a toddler, sticking one of his fingers inside the tiny shoe. “Don’t tell me it’s for Stark.”

“I have no clue,” you answered honestly. “It’s a baby shower, but the baby isn’t even out of the womb yet, so I don’t understand why we are giving things to it.”

Bucky chuckled at your words. “I mean, it’ll be out soon.”

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I have read this SO MANY TIMES because I can't get the imagine out if my head the Pietro likes to flirt and being the little shit that he is, he'd definitely pull this kind of stunt

Take a Seat - Pietro Maximoff Drabble

Request: (by anon) pietro x reader + “Sit in my lap”

Words: 869

A/N: I don’t know how I feel about this! :P I’m sorry if this is weird or cringe-worthy! How do you do the whole sexy thing? 

You had just won a tedious battle with your team, the Avengers. The battle waged for hours and caused extensive damage to the surrounding areas. Your bones ached, your muscles were sore, and you were covered in cuts and bruises. It was definitely a battle for the history books.

After such a battle, the team was starving and therefore thrilled when they came across a small diner that was still functional. Somehow Tony had convinced the owners to stay open and provide you all with some meals.

Everyone slumped into the diner and pushed a couple of unbroken tables together before plopping down into their chairs for a much-needed rest. You looked around at all the shattered glass and debris, trying to find an extra chair. Somehow, every chair that wasn’t already in use was smashed to bits. Just your luck!

You sighed heavily, not wanting to be on your feet a second longer. Despite that, you just leaned against the dusty counter, trying to shift your weight from one foot to the other.

“[Y/N], why don’t you sit down and join us?” Steve asked, slightly confused.

Your response was to pick up a busted bar stool to present as evidence.

“Oh.” Steve nodded. “Well here, take my seat.”

“No, you sit. You’re in worse shape than I am.” You dismissed him.

“Please, I insist.” You shook your head.

“Sit in my lap.” Pietro suggested, drawing all eyes towards him.

“That’s a little bold, don’t you think?” You raised an eyebrow.

Pietro had a habit of flirting with you, which usually you didn’t mind, but it wasn’t something you were up to dealing with while you were this dog-tired.

“No funny business, I promise. Just a friend helping a friend out.” He assured you.

“No ulterior motive?” You seemed suspicious.

“Cross my heart.” He drew an ‘x’ over his heart.

You reluctantly hobbled over to where he sat and carefully sat down on his lap, wincing as your body wanted to give out.

“There. Now was that so bad?” He smirked causing you to roll your eyes.

One of the owners came by and took your orders, while the other one double checked that the kitchen was still up to code. Miraculously, it seemed as if the kitchen was the only part in the whole place that was untouched by the battle.

You all silently rested as you waited for your food. After eating for a little while, you all started to regain some energy, lightening the mood a bit. You all began to talk about the battle. The good, the bad, what you could’ve done differently. Somehow you ended up geeking out over each other. 'Did you see Wanda do this’ or 'how about when Thor did that?’ The more you spoke, the more lively you all became.

Pietro excitedly recounted how he took out thirty enemies in ten seconds, his new record. One thing to know about the Sokovian was that when he got excited, he spoke with his hands. As he spoke, you could feel his arms flailing behind your back, which made you snicker. When he finished his story, he absentmindedly rested his hand on your upper thigh, causing your heart rate to increase slightly.

You tried to ignore it, but his touch was ever-present. Because of his super speed, he constantly radiated heat, which lead him to unintentionally ease your pain and relax your muscles. But it wasn’t just the temporary relief he caused that gave you comfort, it was just being in close proximity to him. You liked him and you often flirted back with him, but you were teammates so you never let yourself give in to him. Teammates shouldn’t date, it would be a bad idea. Wouldn’t it?

You slowly moved your opposite hand over to where his sat. He began to apologize before stopping once he realized that you weren’t pushing it away, but were instead holding it. Taking that as a hint that you were in a flirty mood now, he took and wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you closer to him. You felt a hitch in your breath, which Piet must’ve noticed because the moment that nobody was looking he began peppering your shoulder and neck with sweet, soft kisses.

When the others looked in your direction next, they pretended not to notice as a blush crept up your neck.

“You know what,” you sighed, “I’m not really feeling well. So, I’m gonna go rest in the Quinjet while you guys finish eating.”

You weren’t fooling anyone, but nobody cared enough to call your bluff. So, you slowly got to your feet and slightly limped to the door.

“Now that you mention it, you don’t look like you’re in very good shape,” Pietro added, “let me help you.”

You nodded and in a flash, he was over to you and was carrying you bridal style before racing off.

“You think that’s just a friend helping another friend out?” Natasha smirked.

“You owe me twenty bucks.” Steve said to a cursing Tony.

I don't usually read real people fanfics, but this is funny 🤭

Fun Size

Summary: you have decided to tell Chris that you know why you have small boobs.

Pairing: Chris Evans x Wife!Reader

Warning: boobies.

“Chris, I’ve figured out why my boobs are small,” you said coming up to your husband who’s seated at the kitchen counter with his laptop open.

Chris turned and looked at you. Out of all the things to say to him, you choose to talk about your boobs. They’re there. He’s seen them many times before. Now, they aren’t the biggest he has ever seen but he didn’t marry you because of your tits.

“They aren’t small, Honey,” Chris said looking at your chest.

“Yes, they are,” you said.

“They are not,” he said.

“Yes, they are,” you adamantly said.

He placed his fingers under your white shirt and lifted your shirt. You’re wearing just a white lace bralette. You’re about to cover yourself but he smacked your hands away.

“Y/n, these are fun size,” Chris stated looking you directly in the eyes. “They aren’t small. They’re fun size!”

You couldn’t keep a straight face. You started cracking. You let your face fall into his chest and he wrapped his arms around you as he chuckled.

“My tits are bigger than yours,” he said into your hair.

“Yeah,” you muttered.

“— wait, you’re recording!” Chris screeched seeing your phone propped up behind you on the counter. “THIS BETTER NOT BE A TIKTOK!”

☆ — MESSAGE SENT WITH INVISIBLE INK ! • jjk edition

minors do not interact.

⋆ ࣪. ft. gojo, geto, nanami, toji & choso

★ — contents ! sexting, mix of gn/f!reader, pre-established relationships, suit kink, ex!boyfriend, suggestive/smut, mention of fellatio, daddy kink, masturbation, hand kink, kink shaming ?

⋆ ࣪. ☆ GOJO SATORU — mirror pics

the faucet squeaks as gojo turns off the shower. he pulls back the curtain and steps out to grab his towel, using it to dry his hair before wrapping it loosely around his waist. he stops before the mirror on the way out and can’t help to admire his half naked form. his damp hair hangs low on his forehead which he flicks out of his eyes with a swift movement of his head, hands flexing slightly as he runs his fingers through it to smooth it back. beads of water slowly run down his chest and chiseled abs before disappearing beneath his towel that hangs so dangerously low. his perfect v-line, so sharp it looks like an arrow coaxing your eyes to travel down, imagining what could be hidden under that towel. yeah, he looks good. with a mischievous grin, gojo picks up his phone off the counter and opens the camera. before snapping the photo he drops his towel slightly, holding it in his hands to drape just between his legs to hide his cock while exposing his muscular thighs. he pulls up your message thread, selects the photo and hits send.

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chosen one <3 just got out the shower. why don’t you hurry on home so you can make a mess of me again? ;)

⋆ ࣪. ☆ GETO SUGURU — dick print

fuck, geto misses you. more than he’d ever let on. how dare you dump him when he was just about to consider getting his act together? geto sits in his bed in the dark scrolling through your instagram. the bright light illuminates his irritated expression as he lurks through your vacation photos. he guesses your no good friends decided to wist you away on a trip to get him off your mind. tsk, those bitches… they were always against him. geto feels his chest tighten in anger seeing you laid up on the beach in that skimpy ass bikini. just thinking about any other man seeing you like that and getting to touch you has him fuming. how dare they oggle at what’s his? and how dare you show yourself off like this for all the world to see? flaunting those perfect tits and the curves of your body as you’re splayed out amongst the sand, your skin now glistening and tanned from the sun. it has his dick stirring in his boxers seeing you look so sexy, happy and carefree. you never looked like that when you were with him. geto adjusts himself letting his dick sit against his thigh creating a delicious print in his boxers. his long shaft and mushroom tip imprint explicitly through the fabric leaving nothing to the imagination. he knows you miss him — you have to. why else would you pull a stunt like this? he closes instagram in favor of opening the camera app letting the shutter flash as he captures what he knows you’re after.

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+1 (555)-555-0203 I know you miss this dick, baby. Why don’t you stop being a tease and come sit on it for old time’s sake?

⋆ ࣪. ☆ NANAMI KENTO — shirtless pics

sometimes nanami’s work takes him out of of town, which he hates. he hates working more then he needs to, but most of all, he hates leaving you. when you send him a message requesting he “send you something,” nanami can’t help but feel a little flustered. he has never been into sending lewd images but the thought of you thinking of him while he’s away stirs something in him. he feels a little silly as he loosens his tie with those skilled fingers. the ones that always managed to reach so deep inside you rubbing all the places you can’t. he slowly unbuttons his dress shirt to reveal inch after inch of pale skin pulled taut over his ripped chest and abs before folding it neatly and setting it on the hotel dresser. he thinks briefly about removing his tie, but decides to leave it, letting it hang loosely around his neck. an embarrassed smile forms at his lips as he cringes at the absurdity of it all. nanami slinks back in bed, phone in hand, letting out a deep sigh before opening the camera app to snap two pictures: one a straight shot of his torso, and a second cheekier one, his strong hands tugging down his dress pants slightly, exposing a small tuff of blonde hair.

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kenny <3 I hope you find these to your liking. Now, I believe it’s your turn.

⋆ ࣪. ☆ FUSHIGURO TOJI — nut vids

it’s just past midnight and toji is sitting on the couch in your shared apartment watching reruns of some sport game. like he fucking cared. he would rather be with you, but earlier this evening when you asked him with those puppy dog eyes if you can go out with your friends tonight he just couldn’t say no to you. it was rare that he ever did. but he misses your cute self. now’s about the time that you’d be cuddled up on the couch with him watching tv before things got too close and you ended up on your knees with his dick lodged down your throat. toji needs you and bad. his growing erection is already creating a strong print in his grey sweats like clockwork. without you here, he’s left to take care of it himself, but not before making you aware of the situation you’ve created. toji slips his dick from his pants, it’s hot, heavy, and pulsing as he takes it in his fist, milking the clear liquid that slowly seeps from his slit. he picks up his phone with the other hand, opens the camera at and presses record, stroking himself as low grunts and filth spill from his lips.

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daddy <3 “you see the things you do to me? look how hard daddy is for you…” he groans as he strokes the sweet spot on the underside of his cock. the lights from the tv flicker in the living room, reflecting off the slick that coats his shaft. “bring your cute ass home, so you can take care of this mess you made…”

⋆ ࣪. ☆ KAMO CHOSO — hand pics

choso doesn’t understand what your obsession is with his hands. they’re just… hands? but still when you ask him to send you a picture of his hands for “science” he pauses his game and sets down his controller to try to figure out about them that drives you wild. could it be the vein that bulge under the skin? the rings that stacked up his slender fingers? his thick knuckles that rubbed against your sweet spots as he pumped his digits inside you? the roughness of his palms that gripped the soft skin of your hips as he gripped them firmly? choso can’t imagine them tasting like much of anything yet still you never failed to hum eagerly as you took them in your mouth. maybe their strength is what did it for you then? like when he clutched them around your neck while we bullied himself into you? he guessed he could see the appeal there but they’re still just hands. whatever. if that’s what you want, he’ll give them to you. pulling out his phone, he poses his hands under the dim light of his room and snaps a couple pictures.

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choso <3 here, i guess. weirdo…

☆ REBLOGS AND COMMENTS ARE GREATLY APPRECIATED !

Oh! Uh...don't mind me, just saving this for....research purposes.

When two worlds collide

gryffindor!gojo who’s confident but not daft. he gets a sense that you don’t particularly like him and that just can’t do.

he becomes observant of your behavior and your actions. you laugh freely when your with your friends, a smile in your face as you all joke around the table. you seem to get along with your potions partner, even if they’re a slytherin, and sometimes when he passes by the second story girl laboratories he hears you talking to myrtle, which is truly a saint activity.

but for some reason, he never gets any of this attention.

whenever he tries to talk to you during the defense against the dark arts lessons you loudly shush him and tell him to leave you alone. when he tries to gauge how much you enjoy quidditch you send him a glare. you never seem to smile when he’s around, that frown growing between your brows.

and it’s strange, really. gojo is used to people just being fine with him, better than fine actually. like for example, one night in the common rooms, he went up to you to ask something measly.

“did you understand a word of what snape was saying?” he asked with a teasing smile, something surely you could agree on.

you seems to be alone, working on an essay, being left by your friends as they went to sleep. when you saw him come near you, you had to control yourself from groaning.

“yes.” you mutter, continuing to work.

“merlin,” he said with an awkward chuckle, glad none of his friends were around to see the ever boisterous gojo satoru stammer, “you must have great-”

“i’m trying to get this done by tonight,” you look up momentarily and he would have been able to reciprocate your hatred if only he didn’t find his throat getting dry whenever you looked at him, “please leave.”

so gojo leaves. and this seems to be a routine. but he knows that deep down it’s not just him pestering you that the issue. because sometimes, when he doesn’t mean to, he catches your stare from across the dining hall table. and he sees the way you were tediously picking his features apart, just as he does to you.

and he doesn’t miss the way you quickly avert your stare away. nor does he miss the way you bring your cold fingers to your cheeks to cool them down.

gojo smiles. he has a plan.

Oftentimes Choso doesn’t realise just how big he is. He gets into the habit of over-exciting himself and rushing into things before you’re ready for him.

And he’d eat you out for hours if you asked him, make you cum on his fingers with so much enthusiasm he’s practically vibrating. Even then, he's so big that pushing into you is always a stretch. Sure, a stretch that has your back arching off the mattress and the most erotic of gasps leaving your lips, but a stretch nonetheless. You always need a minute to adjust and calm yourself before he starts moving.

And those few moments of acclimation to his cock have Choso nearly vibrating in impatience. He loves you, would never move before you're ready for him, but something you can't help but smile and drag out his need just a little longer than necessary. You're more than ready for him to fuck you into the next day, but you keep your hand on his hip to stop him from moving.

And he's doing everything possible to distract himself from the instinctual urge to pull out and slam his length fully inside of you. He's kissing you, forcing his tongue into your mouth for some sort of taste of you. He's doing math in his head and digging his fingers into the pillow your head rests on and he's on the verge of tears when you finally give him the nod.

"Oh thank god," the mental flip in his head switches and he's rutting into you like he's been denied for weeks despite having fucked you only hours prior. "Thank you thank you thank you."

The only men she needs in her life tbh

The Gang: *roasting Jen about her texts and laughing*

Jen: *sniffling* I just thought he'd like me for me....

The Gang:

my pretty little wife

ʚ incl: nanami x reader x higuruma

ʚ cont: fem reader, threesome, oral (f!r), double penetration, praise, dirty talk, teasing, pet names (sweetheart, honey), established relationship

ʚ note: the winner of my fic give away @reivunzwho i hope you enjoy!! >.<

“How did you two meet?” Higuruma asked, caressing your thigh with his thumb. The sensation sent tingles down your spine, making you all too aware of your body.

“We uh, we went to the same Jujutsu Tech school.” You answered.

“She was one year my junior.” Nanami answered from behind. You nodded, lips parting when his hand curled around your hip.

Higuruma grabbed your chin, tilting your gaze upwards and away from the large hands caressing your body. “Such a small world, isn’t it?” He asked you, smirking at the lust in your eyes.

Higuruma was never one to bring friends home after work, but the new guy at the office–Nanami Kento, was too similar in personality to pass up a friendship with. The two had been going for drinks every couple days, and when you texted Higuruma telling him you missed him and wanted him near, he decided to bring the drinks home.

Unbeknownst to you, the Nanami he was bringing home was the same Nanami you had a crush on in all four years of school. Never was anything acted upon, but you had spent more than a single night fantasizing about the man who currently held you between his legs, his chest to your back.

He was so much larger than he was all those years ago. Even his hands had grown for christ sake, and all of it was too much.

“What was she like as a student?” Higuruma asked, deft fingers working on the buttons of your shirt. He spoke to Nanami over his shoulder like he wasn’t currently undressing you.

Nanami hummed thoughtfully, hands slipping along your thigh, using a single finger to drag the skirt upwards. His touch burned your skin, goosebumps rising in his wake. “A troublemaker, and a bit of a headache–but good.” He answered, “strong, she always carried the burden of the others around her.”

A warm buzz hummed through your body at the praise. You hardly realized your bra covered breasts were out now as Higuruma dragged your shirt down your arms. 

Nanami made a sound behind you that made you preen. “So beautiful.” You gasped at the closeness, not realizing he had gotten so close. “Even more distracting than before.”

His words made you give pause. You didn’t think Nanami cared about anything other than going to classes and doing lessons. But he noticed you? A heady rush raced to your head.

“She is a beautiful thing, isn’t she?” Higuruma agreed, reaching behind you to unclasp your bra with practiced ease. You sighed when you felt the tension around your torso release, your breasts free. “I am so lucky to have such a strong, beautiful wife to come home to every night, and wake up to every morning.” He bragged.

Nanami hummed, agreeing. His hands had reached the tops of your thighs now, and he gripped the tops on either of them and parted them with ease. “Yes, she is very reactive as well.”

Higuruma smiled proudly, sliding your bra down your arms and exposing your breasts. His eyes fell to the mounds, admiring them with lust and love in his eyes. “Do you want to show him how reactive you are for me, sweetheart?” He asked.

Your throat bobbed, but you nodded. A smile found his lips. “And is he allowed to touch? Are you comfortable with that?”

You nodded again.

A kiss was placed by your ear, and you gasped. “Tell me to stop at any time, and I will. I would never want to make you uncomfortable.” With your given consent, his hands slid under your thighs and cradled them, causing you to fall back in his arms when he leaned back with your legs spread, exposing you.

Your hands shot out behind you, gripping his forearms. “Fuck, sorry.”

You could hear the smile in Nanami’s voice when he spoke, “you can touch me, too, honey.” That nickname from his lips. You felt liquid heat pool behind your panties.

The familiar feel of Higuruma’s hands on you made you look between your too spread thighs, spread over Kento’s knees. Hiromi was on his stomach on the couch, jacket discarded and his undershirt unbuttoned to the third, exposing his muscled chest. His eyes looked behind you at Nanami, “You will never see a prettier cunt, Kento.” He promised.

You held your breath as he hooked his fingers in your panties and pulled them down, exposing you for the both of them bit by bit. Nanami groaned behind you, looking over your shoulder while simultaneously spreading your legs more. “Fuck…” He cursed quietly, but you felt the heat of it on the side of your face. “Spread her lips for me.”

Higurma did, using his thumbs to open you up. The expression on his face was clouded, lust filled, his eyes were low and his face was flushed, he looked like he did before he came. This was clearly working him up as much as it was you.

“Taste her, taste her pretty pussy and tell me it’s as sweet as it looks.” Nanami’s voice saying such vulgar words should be a sin, it certainly felt like it. You arched your back into him, squeezing around nothing when you felt the proof of his arousal under you. It felt big.

Higuruma stuck out his tongue dramatically, looking at you from under his long dark lashes before his tongue found your clit. You sucked in a sharp breath when he flattened his tongue and shook his head back and forth, lavishing your clit with attention before his plush lips wrapped around the bud and he sucked–hard.

You cried, turned your head to Nanami’s neck and screamed. He grunted when you wiggled on him, unable to handle the onslaught of pleasure. “You really should stop moving.” He whispered. “How is he meant to eat properly if you keep moving around?”

You gasped, looking up at him. The tips of his ears were red. “It feels so good.” You cried.

He nodded, leaning down, hovering his lips over yours. Your cunt pulsed at the closeness, and wetness dripped onto the eager tongue between your legs, which was lapped up with an eager moan. “I know it does, sweetheart, he looks good with his tongue. Would a kiss make it better? Would it distract you from his tongue ravishing you?”

God his words. You hardly got the first nod out before his lips were on yours. You expected his kiss to be slow and passionate, but he was rushed and you could taste the arousal in his kiss. Two tongues lashed between your lips, dizzying you.

Nanami grunted against your lips, and his hands tightened under your thighs. You were about to pull away when you felt something wet and hard hit your bare thigh.

“Don’t stop.” Higuruma ordered, voice heady. “Good girl, keep sucking his tongue. Yes… Yes, that's it.” Something pressed against your entrance, something big.

“Higuruma-” Nanami gasped between kisses. 

Your husband shushed him, and you tightened your entrance when you felt the head of a cock against it. “I know how bad you want this.” He said, “please her, please my wife from the inside while I suck her pretty clit.”

Nanami was breathing heavier against you now, his back rising and falling quickly. You shuttered when his cock was pushed inside you–what felt like five inches shoving in all at once before the rest of him slid in more gradually. The both of you groaned simultaneously at the intrusion, and Nanami thrust his hips up, pressing himself balls deep against you.

The pressure was intense, it felt like someone was pushing your stomach from the inside. But he was also pressing on a sweet spot inside you that made your eyes roll to the back of your head. “My dreams paled in comparison to how amazing you feel.” Nanami groaned against you. “So tight, honey, you feel perfect.

Higruma groaned, and you whined when his lips suctioned around your clit again, before he popped off just as quickly. “I changed my mind.” He said. 

Nanami’s lips disconnected from yours, and you leaned in to kiss Higuruma. Nanami was still inside you, but you could feel him twitch and throb against your walls with need. You tasted yourself on your husband's tongue, moaning with him before he pulled away and looked at you with the most loving expression.

The clinking of a belt made you turn your gaze down, to where he was undoing his belt with a single hand. “Do you think you can take us both?” He asked, “in here?” he tapped your clit before rubbing two fingers around the base of Nanami’s cock where you were stretched around him, you both groaned at the feeling.

You shook your head, mouth opening and closing dumbly. “I-I don’t know, I’ve never taken that much before.”

Higuruma nodded, “I know, sweetheart.” His hands caressed your face and you leaned into the touch like a kitten. “But do you want to try? Hm?”

You did, so badly, but you were afraid of being split in half in the process. Nanami and Higurma were around the same side, Nanami having more length where Hiromi had girth. Though, you had been cockwarming Nanami for some time now, and could feel yourself adjusting as the seconds went by.

“We will take it slow. Careful.” Nanami encouraged from behind.

That was the last push you needed before you nodded. “ALright, good girl. We’ll take care of you.” Hiromi whispered, locking his lips with yours, distracting you while he lifted your right leg over his shoulder. It was a stretch, and it burned at first, but quickly dissolved when the angle made Nanami’s cock bump into something sweet deep inside you. Each time Hiromi moved, it rubbed that spot.

“Careful, she feels like she’s going to cum. She is twitching around me like crazy” Nanami said behind you as Higruma lined himself up.

Hirimi raised his eyebrows. “Is that so? Are you close, my love?” You nodded frantically, leaning into Nanami’s neck when your husband pressed two fingers inside you along with Nanami’s cock and stretched you. It felt impossibly tight, and it burned, but the sensation blurred with the pleasure he was giving you when someone's thumb rubbed your clit in soft circles with firm pressure.

“You’re doing very well.” Nanami praised, making you whine. Higruma had three fingers now, and was thrusting himself against where you and Nanami were connected. Kisses peppered your neck. “Relax, loosen yourself around me.”

You held your breath, fighting the urge to tense when you felt your husband press the head of his cock against you. You were unable to resist when his head popped inside along with Nanami. “Yes- Yes, my love, I’m in.” He smiled, hands cradling your face. You hadn’t realized tears were falling down your face. “You did it, you did so well.” He was sliding in as you spoke, and it burned.

Nanami made a pained sound behind you, muttering the word “tight”, and you felt him twitch rapidly. His nails dug into your skin as he held himself back.

Higuruma was nearly fully seated inside you when Nanami pulled back, making you shutter. “We’re going to move now, slow at first, okay? That okay, honey?” Hiromi asked.

You nodded through a cry of pleasured pain. Higuruma pushed into the hilt then as Nanami pulled nearly all the way out. A purely male sound spilled from his lips. “I’m not going to last inside you.”

Higuruma laughed, the sound strained when he pushed back in. His eyes rolled to the back of his head, and your legs shook when they continued to rub against that sweet spot. The pressure was so intense, it was so fucking much, you had never felt so full. “I’m not going to last either, you- you both feel so warm.”

“And she’s so wet.” Nanami added, quickening the rubbing on your clit. You had no time to warn them you were cumming before you clamped down on them and shattered.

Both men grunted loudly, groaning and gasping as your walls shuttered and milked around them. Your mind was elsewhere then, no longer one with the earth. Through it all though, they didn’t stop moving.

“Good fucking girl, good girl.”

“Wet our cocks, god- that feels so good.”

“So pretty when she finishes too, what a sweetheart.”

“It’s dripping down my balls… God, that was a big one.”

Their praise and words melded into one, their voices unidentifiable as you were now putty in their hands for them to mold, and mold they did.

Their thrusts got harder then, and you screamed when they synced up and both slammed inside your too tight cunt. “I love this.” Hiromi groaned, burying his face in your neck. His body crushed yours, your pebbled nipples rubbing against his coarse shirt.

You nodded, tears running furiously down your cheeks now. Your entire body vibrated and shook now, you had no control over it.

Nananmi panted behind you, kissing and biting your ear lobe, making your eye twitch. “Where do you want me?” He asked breathlessly, thrusts faltering.

You already knew Hiromi was going to finish inside you, as he always did–and you wanted Nanami too as well. You were on the pill, and something about being filled with both their cum set you off.

“Inside.” You whined, tightening around them to emphasize your words.

Nanami released an inhuman groan, and stilled. His thighs shook violently under you, and you felt him release inside you first. Everything was so hot and wet, and Higuruma kept thrusting, working you both over. “Agh- I can feel it- fuck, fuck it’s so warm honey, so- so warm.” Higuruma was rambling now, dizzy with his impending high.

Nanami’s abs jerked and his body contracted around yours when he came down from his high but kept being stimulated with Higuruma’s thrusting. “God-” He moaned long and drawn out.

Higurma grunted. “I’m going to cum, sweetheart. Gonna fill you up with Nanami, and you’re going to take it like my good little wife, aren't you?”

You nodded vigorously, gripping the back of his neck and pulling his forehead to yours while your nails dug into Nanami’s forearm. 

“Such a good girl, my sweet wife-” His words cut off with his orgasm, and he stilled. He jerked above you, moans and grunts spilling from his throat as he spilled inside you. Nanami groaned behind you, eyes rolling back in his head at the feeling of his cock being flooded around with cum.

His body buzzed when he came down, and he smiled against your lips as he took your mouth, whispering how good you were, how pretty you looked.

Neither of them pulled out, keeping you warm and stuffed save for the trickle of their arousal you felt spill out between you–which seemed absurd because of how full you were. But for the most part, they were plugging you up good.

“So, Nanami? She is a reactive thing, isn’t she?” Higuruma asked.

He kissed your cheek, creating a loud smacking sound. “Incredibly so, and she takes everything so well.”

“The best.” He agreed. “My perfect little wife.”

Just a Little Bit

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader (enemies to lovers)

Prompt: After a particular mission brings forward the issues between yours and Bucky’s relationship, it’s decided that a bonding exercise is the best way to close the rift. There’s only two rules: no murdering each other, and you can’t say “no.” (based on this request)

Warnings: SMUT 18+ (fingering, oral m and f receiving, unprotected sex, teasing, spanking, dirty talk, cumplay, slight dub-con elements), some fluff, a tiny bit of angst, mentions of violence, mentions of injuries

A/n: Thank you so much to the lovely anon who requested this! I’m a little rusty with writing smut so I hope it isn’t horrible. I also changed the ask up just a little bit! I hope you all enjoy, and as always, my inbox, messages, requests, and taglists are open!

It felt like you were being sent to the Principal’s office.

And that was the first thing you voiced as you stepped into the small meeting room, earning a groan from all three men.

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