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As soon as the sentence was out of your mouth, you knew you shouldn't have said anything. The looks on Yelena's and Ava's faces immediately told you as much. The wine was what made you mention that you were debating creating a profile on a dating site. Now, about an hour later, they had created your profile themselves and were already swiping away on your behalf.
Your new profile picture was you all done up and in an evening gown at a gala Valentina had thrown to try to promote the team as The New Avengers. You had joked about feeling like a Bond girl more than yourself that night, but you had to admit it was a really good photo.
“Okay, I appreciate your help making the profile, but can I at least do this part myself? I'm the one who has to go out with these guys after all.”
“No”, Ava deadpanned without even glancing away from your phone screen. Yelena was sitting to her left with your phone held hostage.
Yelena nodded in agreement with her.
“Yeah, no. Clearly, your judgment has led us to this. So now we have to assist in the screening process.”
You snorted at that and decided that it was time to bring their own singleness into the equation.
“Oh yes, because both of you clearly have a better track record than I do.”
Yelena started chuckling and recounted your own drunken confession about why your last relationship tanked. Glancing up at you momentarily before going back to swiping.
“You told us your last boyfriend cried during sex and hit on your mother in front of you. That is far worse than anything we've ever experienced. Clearly, an intervention is needed on your behalf.”
She did have a point. Perhaps a couple extra screeners could help you avoid the worst of the bunch this time.
You grumbled under your breath as they kept on working and decided you needed more wine. Reaching for the bottle and filling all three of your glasses as they debated whether to swipe left or right on some guy for you. Ultimately, landing on left when the very last photo on his profile was yet another photo holding up a fish.
“Seriously, why do so many men think a photo of them smiling with a dead animal is attractive?”
Ava was the one who voiced what you were all thinking as she looked away from the screen to take a sip from her glass. You silently nodded in agreement with her before starting to add your two cents.
“I think it's like a caveman thing or something. Proof they can catch food or —”
You were cut off mid sentence by Yelena sitting up bolt straight and grabbing to get Ava's attention all of a sudden. Her jaw on the floor and her eyes practically popped out of her head before bursting into what could only be described as a cackle.
Ava's attention snapped back to the screen to see the latest victim that had earned that response from the Russian blonde. She immediately choked on her wine when she saw the picture on the screen.
Coughing and choking out a stunned, “Oh my god!”.
Okay, now you had to see the guy that has garnered this reaction from your fellow teammates. You had a feeling it had to mean something either really good or something really bad.
You slid onto the couch, squeezing in on Yelena's left. Her mouth still agape and her eyes were still glued to the screen. A devious plan already forming in her mind, mentally communicating with Ava, who was already in agreement.
Suddenly, you saw why they had reacted the way they did. The profile picture they were staring at was none other than your teammate, John Walker. The blonde super soldier that for some reason you found stupidly hot even though he could get under everyone's skin with a single sentence.
Before you could even open your mouth or try to survey his profile beyond the picture he had up first, Yelena quickly swiped right. A thumbs up appearing as the signal that it confirmed you were interested.
“What did you just do?! Why did you do thar?! Oh my god, now he's gonna think I wanna hook up or something! I'm never gonna be able to face him again.”
Yelena looked at you pointedly and rolled her eyes.
“Oh come on. Neither of you is fooling anyone. You are the only one who cares enough to laugh at his stupid jokes. He hovers around you like a mosquito, and he stares at your tits like all the time. A hint of cleavage he practically drools on the floor. One of you is going to jump the other sooner or later. I'm just speeding up the inevitable outcome.”
Ava jumped on the bandwagon without hesitation.
“Plus you did tell him you liked the hat. We think maybe you really do want to hook up with him.”
Your jaw dropped like they'd just irrefutably proved their point.
“The helmet? Well, at least it was better than the stupid beret. I do not want to hook up with John! He just is kind of cute sometimes when he's not in a terrible mood. He's got pretty eyes, and he can be really sweet when his ego is under control.”
Yelema and Ava's eyes both went wide as you started to process what you just said. You could hear a pin drop the room was so quiet as they let you come to the conclusion they had both already come to.
“Oh crap, maybe I do want to hook up with him.”
You dropped your head into your own lap and groaned. Just as the doors opened and all 3 super soldiers wandered in. Unfortunately, overhearing the last part of your sentence. You heard the booming voice before the doors even fully opened.
“Ooo.. who do you want to hook up with?! I love gossip! Start over!”
While Bucky made a beeline for the kitchen not bothering to pay you guys any attention beyond a nod and smile, Alexei practically ran over to the couch to figure out all the juicy details.
As John stepped into the room and came into your peripheral vision, his curiosity clearly piqued at the conversation. You quickly downed what was left in your wine glass. Moving quickly, you stole your phone from Yelena and grabbed the rest of the bottle of wine before hastily leaving and retreating to your room.
Yelling over your shoulder without looking back “No one. Nothing. Forget it. I'm tired. Bye.”
You could still hear the cackles from Ava and Yelena as you made your escape. A confused Red Guardian begging to be let in on the secret. You really hoped that, at the very least, they waited until John wasn't in the room to spill the plan they had set in motion. You had a feeling Bob had already been informed by text the second you left the room. At least he could keep a secret, something you were very unsure Alexei could do.
You avoided your phone like the plague for the rest of the night. Even going so far as putting it in your nightstand under the book you were reading. Like somehow that would provide an extra barrier against the rejection you feared would come.
Completely missing the alert that you had a new match. A certain super soldier who couldn't believe his own luck.
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How Val had even found out you had no idea. Hell, you had only matched with each other the night before. You were starting to get the feeling she had all of your phones hacked and probably had bugs hidden all over the tower. Your next team bonding night was likely going to be spent searching the building from top to bottom until you were all confident you weren't on some sort of hidden camera reality show.
However she had found out, she had summoned both you and John to her office to discuss “the wonderful PR opportunity that had presented itself”. You had a strong suspicion that you would need a very stiff drink afterward.
For some reason, though, at least a reason neither you nor John was yet able to state out loud to each other, you both marched into her office and plopped down in matching chairs. Like children who had gotten sent to the principals office. She spoke, and you both just listened.
“Think of it… set up by your teammates. Unknowingly falling for each other, thanks to their zany antics. Like The Parent Trap, but with weapons. The two of you finding love against all odds. Despite all of your shortcomings. Saving the world together, then falling into each other's arms. America's sweethearts. The marketability of this is insane. You're a bombshell that can throw a knife. He's a pretty idiot with a god complex. The possibilities are limitless!”
You started fumbling your words trying to come up wirh some sort of response as John sat there bug eyed and squirming. Neither of you knew how to respond. Not that Val was really asking for your input about it anyway.
“We could even televise the wedding!”
It was at this point that you choked on your own tongue. John nearly fell out of his chair. You both were barely ready to dip your toe in the pool, and she was already picking out honeymoon locations. Frankly, you were surprised she hadn't mentioned filming and monetizing that yet. Truthfully, you wouldn't put it past her trying.
“Hang on Val! Let's put the invitations on hold for a second here. We haven't even talked about even having a first date, or even if we want to go on a first date. I mean, he's coming out of a divorce, I don't even know if he is even attracted to me or anything…”
John started talking over you at this point. Trying to put aside the thought that he could possibly not be attracted to you. In reality, he was crazy about you.
“Well. That was finalized a while ago. I mean, I hadn't really thought that I was… but with you… I do really like you. You're so pretty. I just don't know if it's believable that you'd be attracted to me.”
You diverted your attention from Val to John. Still talking over his anxious rambling, but now trying to convince him that you didn't just swipe right to mess with him. Even if it wasn't actually you that had swiped.
“I swiped how I swiped for a reason. I didn't do it to mess with you or anything. I just wasn't sure if you would think it's a bad idea because of the team and working together. We don't have to rush or anything, I mean, I've been single for a while, I just…”
Both of you tapered off your rants at nearly the same time. Turning to look back at Val with no less confusion on your faces than before. Although both of you were now blushing a little. Now that you both knew this wasn't just a fluke.
Val looked thoroughly entertained watching the two of you fumble like teenagers. Her eyes darted back and forth from one of your faces to the other. A grin on her face that didn't make either of you breathe any easier.
“Oh my god. You two are so awkward. It's so sad. The American public will eat it up with a spoon! I'll start working on a press release.”
Val went back to looking through the papers scattered in front of her as if you and John weren't still sitting there dumbfounded at the conversation you'd just had with her. After a moment, she realized you were both staring back at her.
She glanced up and made a shooing gesture toward the elevator as she picked up her phone. Her eyebrows raised like she was surprised you were both still there.
“You can leave now.”
You both stood in silence and walked to the elevator, already hearing her starting to pitch couples nicknames to whoever she had called. Thankfully, the elevator doors opened quickly and closed even quicker once you were both inside.
The silence between you was deafening. The tension was so thick that you were both starting to sweat. Quickly glancing at each other out of your peripheral vision before looking away when the other noticed.
Eventually, you cleared your throat and decided to offer an escape for John if he wanted it. You weren't going to let Val push him into something he wasn't ready for. Even if the idea of being with him didn't sound too bad to you.
“Seriously, John, we don't have to do this, you know. One word to Yelena, and you know she will get Val to drop it. We can just forget about the whole thing.”
He studied his shoes for a minute before responding. Chewing on the inside of his cheek as he did.
“If you want to forget about the matching thing, then I understand. I mean, you're you, and I'm… me. I get it.”
You hit the emergency stop button in the elevator. Turning to face John and forcing him to turn to face you. Tilting yourself down to get his eyeline level with yours. It didn't take more than a moment for him to adjust his gaze so you could fully stand straight again.
“Its not that, John. Really. I just don't want you to feel like you have to go out with me. I don't want you to feel forced to do anything because Val thinks it's a good idea. If you do go out with me, it should be because you think it's a good idea. Because you want to.”
“What if I want to? I mean only if you want to, that is. If you don't, that's fine too.”
“I might want to… if you want to.”
“I want to.”
“Okay. Me too.”
You hit the emergency stop button again, and the elevator lurched back to life. The both of you both fiddled with your own fingers and stared straight ahead back at the sliding double door in front of you.
God, you two really were awkward. Maybe it would have been easier if you had Bucky pass John a note asking if he liked you and telling him to check yes or no.
John was the one who broke the silence this time.
“Okay… so maybe we can have dinner tonight? Takeout, maybe. Stay here. I think most of the others left on a mission today. Chinese?”
“Yeah. That sounds good. You know to figure this out before Val decides to announce an engagement. Be at your floor around 7? See if there's anything…”
You gestured between the two of you with one finger. Not quite knowing how to verbalize what you knew there was between you. The tension that was so thick that you could cut it with a knife sometimes. The glances and random touches that you couldn't quite explain if asked.
He nodded emphatically without adding any actual words. What could he say that wouldn't sound terrible? That he had to pinch himself when he saw you had swiped right on him because he was sure he had to be dreaming? That he found himself constantly fantasizing about you in both appropriate and wholly inappropriate ways?
No. Not right now, at least. Maybe if tonight went well, he would get the chance to live even a fraction of those fantasies. Even if it was just for show, he would have happily gone along with Val's plan if it meant he could pretend that you loved him the way he loved you. Maybe now he stood a chance. Just a chance that it could actually be real.
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By the time 7 o'clock came around, you were both slightly calmer than you were earlier. In your case, it was thanks to the glass of wine you drank while you were getting ready. You didn't dress up or anything in particular. You just wanted to look put together but still comfortable. Also, you put on cute underwear. You know, just in case.
John had already picked up the food by the time you arrived. You were impressed that he had remembered exactly what you always ordered. A pride blooming in his chest when he saw your cheeks blush at his attentiveness.
You both sat on the couch and started eating. Before long, the conversation started. At first, it felt a touch awkward still, but after the first time he made you laugh, you both began to relax. Eventually, easing closer to each other until you were nearly touching. He was a far cry from the arrogant stubborn man you were used to working with.
After sharing a few stories and fun facts about recent events, the conversation turned towards the dating app and relationships in general. The air immediately thickened, not in a negative way.
“So really, why did you swipe right? You don't have to be nice to me. The others certainly don't pretend to be my biggest fans. I'm not exactly bachelor of the year.”
There was an air of both hopefulness and impending sadness in his voice. When you finally looked up, you saw him self-consciously chewing on his bottom lip. His fork stabbing absent mindedly at his food. It immediately melted any desire you had to make a joke and deny how much you actually liked the man.
“Well, I do like you, John. A lot, actually. I'm just not sure how to talk about it, and I'm clearly not very good at the whole dating thing. So, yeah. Also, Yelena was actually the one who swiped for me, but that doesn't mean I wouldn't have done it myself. I just probably wouldn't have found it had her and Ava not taken my phone and made the profile for me. I'm not sure I ever would have gone through with creating one on my own.”
You gave him a tight-lipped smirk to mask your own insecurities. It was a self-defense tactic you were quite fond of. Pretend everything is fine, and they'll believe it. Unfortunately, John knew you too well to fall for it.
“Well then, I'm glad she did. I'm glad you let them. I really like you too. More than it's probably smart to admit so quickly. If it's any consolation, I'm definitely out of practice at the whole dating thing. The last time I successfully wooed anyone was high school, and we know how that turned out. So I think you've still got the upper hand here.’
You chuckled and thought for a minute.
“I guess we can skip all the basic getting to know you questions in this case. Also, in my humble opinion, this isn't bad as first dates go. One of the better ones I've been on.”
He blushed slightly at the idea that you were enjoying yourself. That you were enjoying being with him.
“Well hopefully it will be enough to earn me a second date. I do have to ask, though, why are you even on that app? You could pretty much have whoever you wanted. I mean, look at you. You're smart, talented, funny, and gorgeous. Val pretty much said the same earlier.”
You couldn't help but start to blush a little now too at his compliment. A smile blooming on his face when he saw the pink twinge on your cheeks. Knowing he put that blush there. He wasn't totally rusty when it came to flirting, but it seemed extra endearing that it didn't seem like a line but a genuine statement. Like it was clear as day to everyone but you.
“Well thank you, but don't sell yourself short either Walker. A handsome super soldier is a pretty good catch. Truthfully, my track record is full of idiots, losers, and some of the worst guys in the city. Thought maybe if I cast the net a little wider, I might have better luck, and it's been long enough. I feel okay getting back out there. With our job, you know how easy it is to feel a little lonely sometimes. What about you?”
He took a deep breath and internally debated where to start. His eyebrows quirked upwards as he thought. You didn't rush him, but it didn't take long for him to start speaking.
“Well it's finally started to feel like the divorce with Olivia is real and that that chapter is officially closed. We are in the past. Now that the team is together I've had a little more chance to reflect on just how badly I fucked that and other things up. I decided that I want to try again. Even if it's not gonna necessarily be quite as simple as the high school sweethearts thing, I think I have forgiven myself enough to see what's out there. Honestly I wasn't expecting much to come from it. It just felt like a step forward instead of backwards for a change.”
You nodded and started to take a sip of your wine. All of what he said sounded perfectly reasonable. That he was finally ready to let go of the past. You had noticed that he had finally stopped wearing his wedding band sometime in the last few months.
He did have one more thing to add. Something that was painfully honest and a little embarrassing, but he hoped would get you to laugh.
“Also, it's been a long time, and at this point, I'm also just really, really horny. I haven't been… intimate… with anyone since the divorce. A while before the divorce, actually.”
You were not terribly surprised at his admission. As tightly wound as he could be sometimes, it made sense. It did get the wheels turning in your brain, though. It had been a while for you too, especially with someone other than a random one night stand. You missed being with someone you could trust. Maybe you should just rip the band-aid off and see if you were physically compatible? If not, you could both write it off as shaking off the dust. Getting back on the horse. No harm, no foul.
Suddenly, your thoughts overpowered your body. Willing you stand and walk over to him. A questioning look in his eyes as you approached him. A confident sway in your hips. You were the predator now, and he was your prey.
Moving to straddle him, you placed your hands on his broad shoulders and slowly lowered yourself down into his lap. His hands running up your thighs and settling on your hips. His nostrils were flaring, and his breath became labored as he realized what was about to happen.
“You shouldn't.”
He said it barely louder than a whisper.
You brought one hand up to ghost through his short beard. Letting him nuzzle into your touch. His blue eyes fluttering shit and his mouth falling open.
“If you want me to stop, I will. Just say the word. We don't have to do anything if you aren't ready.”
You leaned forward as you spoke just enough to ghost your lips over his forehead. Leaving the faintest kiss in their wake. A single kiss, and he knew he was already a goner for you.
“No, I'm ready. I want it. I want you. So badly and practically since I first met you. You just… you deserve so much better than me.”
You let your fingers run through his blonde hair and pulled slightly but firmly. A soft groan fell from his lips as you pulled just hard enough to tilt his eyes up to yours. His lashes fluttering and his irises starting to cloud over.
“Don't care. I want you anyway. Don't overthink it, John.” you answered confidently. Sensual smirk on your lips.
You felt his fingers grip tighter into the flesh of your hips and a breathy huff from his parted lips. With that, you didn't hold yourself back any longer and let your lips connect to his.
The first kiss was soft and sweet. Almost reverent. John's hands stayed perfectly still, even though you could tell he was itching to pull you closer. Like he was afraid that if he let himself go, you would shatter or run from him.
You brought your lips to his neck just below his ear, whispering “you wanna take this to the bedroom, soldier?”. Before stopping to suck and nibble at the skin there. You knew with his healing ability that you probably couldn't leave much of a real mark, but you were gonna have fun trying.
“Are you really sure you want this?”
He was so unsure of himself now. It was one of the things he hated the most. That he second guessed everything he did now. He was terrified of messing up yet again.
Instead of answering verbally, you let your hips start to roll against him. Grinding yourself into his lap. Letting the heat building in your groin answer him. Already enjoying the hardness of him that you felt growing beneath you.
You kissed him again. This time, with more passion. More fire. Trying to communicate how much you really did want him. Biting his bottom lip before pulling back and whispering against his lips, “it was you I was talking about the other night. When I said I wanted to hook up with someone.” Punctuating your statement by licking at his lips before descending back in for more.
A sudden fire lit within him as he crashed his lips back onto yours. Devouring you. His tongue quickly probing to find its way into your mouth. His hands shifted from your hips to grab at the meat of your ass. Grinding his hips into yours even harder. Letting you feel how hard he was becoming for you before standing and carrying you into his bedroom.
Not even bothering to shut the door before laying you down on the bed carefully and climbing on top of you. Not letting his weight rest on you, not sure if he should, until you pulled him down further. His nose nuzzling into yours at the sensation that you wanted him even closer still.
“Please tell me I'm not dreamin’. Don't think I'll be able to take it if this is all a dream.”
He spoke in such hushed words like he was afraid something would shift if he was too loud or rough. Like he was waiting for the other shoe to drop and for you to get up and leave. He shifted his weight to one side and started to drag one hand up and down your side. His breath skipped when your top shifted, and his fingertips met the soft, warm skin of your hip.
“I'm really here, John. It's not a dream.”
You brought one hand up to brush over the beard stubble on his cheek again. Kissing him softly before reaching down to start pulling your shirt up over your head. Throwing it to the side. Your pulse picking up at the way John's beautiful blue eyes studied every inch of skin like you were a map to heaven itself.
He started pressing open mouth kisses down your throat and onto your collarbone. Biting at the flesh at the swell of your breast. His hands slipped behind your back when you arched into his body. His fingers hesitated when they touched the hooks of your bra.
“For fucks sake John. I'm half naked in your bed. I'm not gonna change my mind now.”
Before he could move or even think, you lowered one had down and deftly popped open the button on his jeans. Effortlessly slipping your hand inside and palming over his hard cock through his boxer briefs. His erection throbbing in your hand and making him swear under his breath as you gripped his length.
You smiled against his lips. His cock felt perfect. Heavy and thick in your palm. A small wet patch where you felt the coronal groove where his head met his shaft. He was ramrod hard and deliciously veined.
“Face it Walker, I want to fuck you, and I want you to fuck me.”
He couldn't help the way his hips roll forward into your hand. You've barely touched him, and he's already on edge. You smiled seductively at his response. Eating up every bit of excitement he gave you. Knowing that once you broke through his hard outer shell, John Walker was a passionate man who would leave you panting and breathless. You wanted everything he would give you.
“Fuck, honey. You're gonna kill me.”
You pulled your legs up around his waist and used your feet to start pushing his jeans down his hips. Giggling when you feel him yank at the strap of your bra and the sound of the stitches snapping as he yanks the hooks apart. Neither of you felt the slightest bit bad about the destruction of the garment.
John pulled away to take off his pants and shirt as you threw your bra in the same general direction your shirt went in. Quickly shedding your own pants as well. You were anxious to really feel him against you. He slowly moved to climb back on the bed with you and let you take the lead again. Pulling him to lay on his back and letting you climb back into his lap. Gently lowering your hips down to grind his bulge against where you desperately needed him.
His hands moved to cups your breasts as you kissed him slow and deep. Moaning against his lips as his thumbs stroked across your nipples. The sound of your excitement encouraging him to continue. He dropped his head to your chest and pulled one of your nipples into his mouth. Circling the sensitive bud with his warm tongue before starting to suck on it.
Your hands flew to his hair, and your hips started rolling against his. The feeling of his member underneath you creating a friction that made your head start to spin. Your hips started to roll and buck against him as he happily switched from one breast to the other, then back to the first again.
He groaned against your chest, leaving open mouth bites on your skin. Lost in the feeling of your wet cunt and the thin fabric between you that was doing little to hide your arousal.
“Holy fuck. You're so goddamn wet baby. Need to feel you on my bare cock honey. You want that? Want me to fuck you raw? Wanna hear you say it.”
You nod frantically and pull at his hair. Your hips never ceasing their movement. A moan pulled from your throat as his hips bucked up into you. His cock twitching at the beautiful sounds you just made all for him.
“Yes John. Want you so badly. Need you to fuck me. Need your cock. Wanna feel you.”
He moved before your brain could even process what was happening. Flipping both of you over so you were on your back. Pulling your panties down your legs, a gasp falling from your lips as the cool air of the room hit your sopping core. His eyes devoured the sight of you naked and exposed before him as he pushed down his own boxer briefs.
A string of pre-cum flinging from his fat pink swollen tip and landing on your low abdomen as his cock bounced up against his abdomen. Your legs spreading even further than before, your cunt clenching around nothing in anticipation. You needed to feel him.
Reaching out your arms for him trying to pull him to you and he gladly obliged. Pushing your legs back and essentially folding you in half as he lowered to kiss you. A few sloppy open mouth kisses as he slotted his cock against your spread open pussy lips. Letting himself desperately hump against you. Spreading your warm slick along his throbbing length. The wet lewd sound intoxicating you both. Both of you were perfectly content to stay exactly like that and yet needing more at the same time.
“Fuck me John. I need to feel you inside of me.”
You were the one who broke first. Reaching between you to press him down just slightly so the head of his cock caught against your aching hole. Your body was practically sucking him in. He swore he had never felt anything as incredible as your warm wet pussy hugging his cock. His head spun as his hips stuttered after his first full thrust inside you.
As pent up as he was, John knew he wasn't going to last long. Not when your cunt felt like it was made for him. Not when you were whining so beautifully underneath him. Like you were every wet dream he'd ever had come to life. He was barely hanging on as it was when you started praising him.
“Your cock feels so good, John. Yes, don't stop. Feel so fucking good inside me. So fucking big. So fucking perfect.”
Your arms looped around his neck and hanging onto him for dear life as he held your legs open. Both of you daring to look down and watch your cunt stretch around his cock. A ring of white cream already forming around the base of his shaft. Proof that you were just as on edge as he was.
“Fuck. I'm not gonna last long honey. Wanna feel you cum around my cock before I fill you up.”
All you could do was helplessly nod and moan as John reached between you and started stroking your clit with his thumb. The roughness on the pad of his finger only adding even more stimulation. Your back arching into his touch and your praise growing louder as your orgasm started to build. The feeling of every ridge and vein on his cock hitting you perfectly.
“Harder John. Please. Fuck me harder. Wanted you for so long. Look so fucking hot in your suit. Surprised you can't smell how wet I get for you. Make me cum John. Please. Need to cum for you.”
His hips started to snap into you faster and harder. Just like you wanted. His full balls slapped against your ass. Punctuating your continued chants for him to make you cum. A growl emitting from his chest as he felt you start to squeeze him even tighter. Knowing he had you teetering on the edge of release.
“That’s it, honey. Know you're close. Cum for me baby. Cum for me and then I'll fill you up so fucking good. Tell me you need it!”
A high-pitched squeal coming from your lips as your orgasm hit you hard and fast. The delicious heat in your belly spreads through your limbs. Leaving your fingers and toes tingling as John continued his assault on your cunt. The squelching between you and the bedframe creaking was hotter than any porno you had ever seen.
As you came down from your high, you urgently needed to pull John to his own. Telling him exactly what he wanted to hear and letting him take everything he wanted from you. You wanted him to cum as hard as you had.
“You fuck me so good John. Come on baby, cum inside me. Fill my pussy up. I want you to cum inside me. I need to feel your cum inside me.”
His hips speeding up to a nearly inhuman rate. One of the perks of being a super soldier. Your eyes rolling back in your head as you started to reach the point of overstimulation. Your pussy somehow squeezing him tighter still. A growl through his gritted teeth was the only sound he could make as he hit his pinnacle.
One more hard thrust, and he buried himself in you as deep as he physically could. His nails leaving crescent shaped imprints in your hips that were sure to bruise. Rutting against you in a spasm with each spurt of cum that shot from his throbbing cock. Thick and warm. Coating your walls completely and overwhelming your senses. Sending you head first into another climax.
Your cunt trying to milk him of every drop he had. Your body pulling his seed even deeper. Like it belonged rooted in your womb. Like your body craved him and finally got what it needed.
You clung to each other. Lips and teeth nipping at any available flesh within your reach. John buried his face in the crook of your neck. Holding you as close as he could. Staying there until he absolutely had to move away.
Slowly starting to untangle your limbs from each other. Falling into another passionate kiss with John's spent cock still seated inside you. Only pulling out of you to go get a towel from the bathroom. Wetting it under the faucet before returning to join you in his bed.
Running the cloth over your forehead and down the sides of your neck to cool you down before dragging it down your body. Tracing it down the center of your chest before carefully dipping between your legs. Cleaning the mess the two of you created. Wiping you down before tossing it to the side and pulling the blanket up around the both of you.
You were dazed and throughly fucked out. Quickly drifting into a deep sleep, but not before pulling his arm around you and snuggling in tight to him. A soft smile on your face as you felt John tuck his scruffy jaw into your neck. Placing gentle kisses along your pulse point until he heard your breathing settle into a steady rhythm. Only then did he let himself fall asleep beside you.
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The morning sunlight was what woke you both. The warmth danced over your skin as you snuggled into each other closer. The debauched sights and sounds of the night before playing in both of your minds.
Your fingernails scraped lightly through the dusting of blonde hair on John's chest. The delicious ache between your thighs making itself known as you arched your spine to stretch. The tickle of his beard stubble against your forehead, making you tilt your head upward and start placing kisses under his jaw.
A content purr came from his chest as his strong arms pulled you up just far enough that he could kiss your lips. The passion started to grow between you again before you both pulled back and flopped back down. Hoping to get just a few more moments of rest before going for round 2.
Your head lay on his chest. Placing random kisses and bites against his skin. John tucked one arm behind his head and started drawing mindless patterns on your back with the fingers on his other hand.
“Morning”
Your voice was slightly gravely from the sounds he had pulled from you the night before. Your voice alone was enough to get him going again, but the nagging thought in the back of his mind, overriding his growing need to feel your body wrapped tight and wet around him again.
He needed to know what this was. Needed to know if he should tell his heart not to get used to the feeling of waking up with you in his arms. A sour feeling in his stomach at the possibility that this might be just a one-time thing. You made him feel alive like he hadn't felt in years. He didn't want to let you go and lose that feeling.
John nervously cleared his throat. Deciding it was best to face the situation head-on. Not drag out any hope if he couldn't have you as his.
“I'm not really a one night stand kind of guy. I don't… umm… I want this to be more than just sex. I really like you.”
You lifted your head off of his chest to gaze up at him. Nuzzling your nose into his neck before stretching up and placing a soft kiss on his cheek. An almost assuring gesture. Assuring him you were really there in his arms and that you were in no rush to leave.
“I like you too, John. In case I didn't say that awkwardly enough yesterday. I wasn't planning on just fucking you and pretending it never happened if that's what you are worried about. It's just after you mentioned how long it had been for you, and that you weren't really sure how to do the dating thing. It had been a while for me too. So I thought, why hold out on the most nerve-racking part of this when we already know each other well enough to find out if the sex is good? I don't know about you, but I thought it was pretty damn good. That we are pretty damn good together.”
A soft smile on both of your faces as you both mentally replayed the highlights from your night together. Not just the sex, but the easy conversation and the way you fit together like pieces of a puzzle when you both feel asleep.
“So you want to try the whole boyfriend/girlfriend thing? America's Sweethearts?”
He kissed the top of your head and waited for a response. He still found himself bracing for rejection. It was instinct at this point. Even if he knew what you were going to say by the way your body shifted somehow closer to his.
“Yeah Walker. I want to try the whole boyfriend/girlfriend thing. We aren't telling Val unless we want to.”
You crawled on top of him and let him wrap his arms around you. Bringing your lips to his again. This kiss was a little softer but no less passionate than last night. Letting yourselves start to melt into each other and continue what had begun the night before. Only to be startled by a tapping and then clicking noise coming from the large bedroom window.
Both of you were in shock as you turned and saw a photographer standing on the scaffolding occasionally used by window washers at the tower. Your jaw nearly smacked John in the face as the paparazzi began snapping pictures even faster now that he had the attention of both of you.
With no way to safely escape the compromising position without exposing more of yourselves, literally, you quickly pulled the comforter up over both of your heads. Disappearing into a white fluffy blob, before sticking one arm out and frantically trying to locate a phone. Frankly you didn't care whether it was yours or John's. You just needed reinforcements.
“Val is so dead!”
You exclaimed through gritted teeth as you called Ava. A moment later you heard a commotion outside the window and peeked out just in time to see her snatch the camera away from the man and toss it over the railing of the scaffolding before phasing through the window and walking past both you and John. Your two sets of eyes peered over the blanket at her. A smirk on her face as she subtly surveyed the scene and then showed herself out.
“Bucky and Yelena are making sure that the camera doesn't hit anyone on the ground and that it is completely unfixable. Next time, just remember to close the curtains. Nice to see you two idiots together, though.”