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Group outings and parties in general with the Thunderbolts were a little odd. The weirdest part was that half the group couldn't actually get drunk. Alexei, Bucky, and John were all unaffected by alcohol because of the super soldier serum. You all had a feeling Bob probably would be too thanks to Sentry, but with his history of drug addiction, he tried to stay away from it mainly for that reason. You all unquestionably supported him in that.
On one hand, this meant your group had built-in babysitters. You, Yelena, and Ava really didn't have to worry about getting too drunk to get home because one of the boys would always make sure you were safe. Not that you all couldn't handle yourselves anyway, but they were all still overprotective by nature.
John and Bucky were usually the two sticks in the mud. Actually, John, even more so than Bucky. Alexei and Bob would happily dance or do whatever fun activity you had planned. Especially once Bob got more confident in himself. You even managed to get Bucky to dance occasionally if the music was right. John always sat like a watchdog despite your constant attempts to pull him out of his shell.
You had tried numerous times to get him to dance with you. Shamelessly flirting and grinding up against him in the process. There had always been a bit of a flirtation there, even when you weren't drinking. When you were drinking, though, you clung to him like a koala bear, and according to Bucky and Alexei, John seemed over the moon about it. He never did anything about it the next day, though. Once the alcohol was out of your system and your bravery fell back behind your fear of rejection.
You were getting tired of your advances going unreciprocated. You were frustrated in more ways than one. That's why as Yelena and Ava were calling the boys, ready to be herded back to the Watchtower, you decided to stay and flirt with a guy across the bar you had been dancing with.
As you walked the two of them outside to hand them off to the boys, Yelena checked to make sure you weren't too drunk to make a rational choice. That you weren't letting hormones and alcohol make your decisions for you. Like any good friend would.
“Not that I'm going to miss your drunken attempts to mount Walker again, but are you sure this is a good idea? You are drunk. Are you at least armed? Here, take my knife.”
You actually weren't that drunk. You were delightfully tipsy. You had also decided you were done waiting for John to make a move. You took the knife she pulled from somewhere on her person. You had no idea where she had concealed it and tucked it into the top of your stiletto boot.
“Yes, Yelena. If you check your phone, you'll also see I already sent you a pic of the guy, so if im not home by tomorrow afternoon, you know who to kill. I'm tired of letting fancy underwear go to waste. You know I'll be fine. I'll text you every few hours. Okay?”
You kissed her forehead and gave her and Ava a group hug. All 3 of you giggled before you steered them over to where the boys were waiting. She yelled over her shoulder as she waved you back into the bar.
“Fine, enjoy your boytoy! Use protection and make sure he knows who we are.”
You waved at the group, with Bob happily waving back before you turned and strutted back inside. What you were a touch to tipsy to notice was the blonde super soldier who stealthily followed you. Staking out a spot in the corner where he could keep an eye on you. Not liking the idea of leaving you alone at all.
He became even less fond of it when the man approached you at the bar. Quickly snuggling his way behind you. John's gut lurched when he saw you laugh and run your arm up the stranger’s chest. His blood pressure was pounding in his ears by the time he watched you dance with the other man.
His hands were on your hips. Your hands were around his neck. Your eyes slipped closed as he whispered something in your ear that had you sinfully biting your lower lip. The final straw was when one of the man's hands drifted down to grab the swell of your ass and his lips went to your neck.
Before he could even get a good handful of flesh, his fingers were yanked back, and his arm twisted behind him as he was pushed away from you and pinned to the wall. Somehow, very few people noticed the commotion. You, on the other hand, were royally pissed.
“John! Let him go! What the fuck is wrong with you?!”
John had already grabbed your arm and was pulling you out of the side exit of the bar before you even finished the sentence. Away from everyone. Especially the man who had his hands all over you. The quiet, dark alleyway suddenly becomes the scene of your argument and perhaps John's death at your hands.
“He was about to grab your ass!”
“Yeah, John. No shit. That's what I wanted him to do. In fact, I wanted him to do a hell of a lot more than that. Thanks to you though, he's probably gonna be too scared to even come near me now.”
He huffed at your statement. Planting his hands on his hips and making a face like he couldn't believe you actually wanted that other guy to touch you. Like you were already John's, and he had just forgotten to tell you about it.
“So now I'm just nothing to you?!”
You were dumbfounded at what he had just said. Your brow furrowing in confusion before you realized what he had even meant by that.
“What?! John, we've never done anything. YOU never do anything! Despite me throwing myself at you over and over. So forgive me if I got tired of waiting on you and found someone instead who actually wanted to fuck me.”
You suddenly realized you may have poked the bear a little too hard. His eyes shot back up to yours, and he stalked toward you. You backed up on instinct but only got a couple of steps before your back hit the concrete wall off the building behind you. The alleyway suddenly seemed much darker than before as he caged you in. An arm on either side of your body, his palms flat against the wall.
“You think I don't want to fuck you?! Every time you touch me it takes every ounce of self-control I have not to throw you down and ruin you in front of everyone. Pound into you until you're screaming my name. I think about you every fucking night when I'm alone. Whatever new way you've tortured me with that day. Whether it be you shamelessly bending over right in front of me in training, the little extra wiggle in your hips that you think I don't notice when I pin you on the mat, or the way you grind up against me when you've had a couple drinks like a bitch in heat. Thought you liked acting like a little slut just for me. Then I see you all over someone else. Guess I was wrong, huh? You just do that for everyone.”
He had you in the palm of his hand, ready to drop to your knees for him up until that very last sentence. In typical Walker fashion, he accidentally stepped over the line without even realizing it.
Your nostrils flared as your anger piqued again. Not at him calling you a little slut or a bitch in heat. No, that had you borderline dripping, but at the fact that he seemed to assume you would continue to fawn over him with no indication it was actually getting you anywhere. You knew the man had an ego, but it took everything in you not to slap him outright.
Instead, you felt the tears starting to prickle at the corners of your eyes. Your anger melting into helpless frustration. Your head turning to the side and biting your lip, trying to force them back down. Willing yourself not to cry in front of him.
When you finally turned back you saw the confusion blooming beneath the heat in his eyes. Finally realizing he stepped over the line. He knew he had fucked up. He had seen how the streetlight caught the glint of sadness in your eyes. His mouth opened and closed as he tried to come up with something, anything, to say.
“God John. You can be such a fucking asshole. It was just for you, because I like you. I wanted you, but I repeat, YOU never did anything! You think I'm gonna keep throwing myself at you when you have shown zero intent to actually acknowledge me? Think again. I'm not some fucking toy for you to ignore until someone else is interested. Let's just go home. You've just effectively cockblocked me and now my night is ruined. Thank you for that.”
He was speechless. You might as well have slapped him by the look on his face. Thinking you had still been trying with him and only now realizing his words had actually wounded you. That was the last thing he had wanted to do. He was gutted by your response.
You went to shove your way past his arm to get out of the situation. If you were really lucky, you could catch up with the others and pretend this encounter never happened. He pulled you back. Bringing one hand up to cup your cheek in his calloused palm.
“Hey, hey. No. Look at me. I'm sorry. Okay? I shouldn't have said that. I went too far. I'm not sorry about not letting him touch you, though. I just don't know how to do this. I don't know how to show you that I want you to. I'm a fucking idiot. That shouldn't be news, but I really do like you. A lot. Fuck. I hated seeing you with someone else tonight. Give me one more chance okay? Let me prove to you that I want you so badly. Let me show you. Let me try to un-ruin your night.”
You couldn't help it. There was a pathetic-ness about John Walker that you couldn't resist. He lowered his forehead to lean against yours before letting his hands shift from pressing into the wall beside you to sitting tentatively on your hips. Waiting for any form of objection. When you didn't immediately push him away, he took it as a green light to continue.
His hands were shaking as he let his fingers start to dance up and down your sides. Feeling your curves under his fingertips like he was memorizing a map. A low noise akin to a growl coming from his throat as he let his fingertips dance over the outsides of your breasts before lowering back down to sit in the crease of your hips.
With the reverence of a man bringing himself to kneel before a religious altar, John dropped to his knees in front of you. His fingers draging down your hips and onto your bare thighs. Ghosting his lips over your clothed abdomen before gazing up at you. His pupils blown and his blue eyes begging for you to allow him to keep going. You gave him no resistance.
His lips fell to the inside of your thigh as he shifted one arm to lift your left leg up and over his shoulder. A soft “please” mumbled against your skin as he positioned you exactly how he wanted you. Waiting for your explicit consent before moving forward.
You brought one hand to comb through his blonde hair. Ruffling it from its perfect placement. His pretty blue eyes closing and a sharp exhale coming from his lips at the contact from you. His fingertips kneaded into your thighs a little bit harder. His teeth nip as high up on your inner thigh as he could get without his nose brushing your panties.
You let your hips shift away from the wall and towards his face as you nodded your head. Adding a whispered “yes, John.” That you knew his enhanced hearing would pick up. You also guessed because of his enhanced sense of smell. He also knew you were soaked for him.
He carefully started nuzzling his way under your skirt. Placing a tentative kiss over your panties. Testing the waters before he truly let himself go. A smirk on his lips when he heard your breath hitch and your mouth drop open. Ready to beg him for more.
He started to lick at your clit through the fabric of your panties. His fingers reaching for the waistband before deciding to simply rip them off of you instead. Tearing first the left hip that was closest to his face and then the right. Using his teeth to pull the fabric away from your body. Before taking them and sticking your now destroyed panties in his jacket pocket.
Bringing both of his large hands to grab ahold of your bare ass, staking his claim and leaving his fingerprints on the skin, you almost let someone else have minutes ago. Now thoroughly marked as his as he got his first full taste of your cunt. His tongue licking a wide flat stripe from the base of your opening to the top of your clit.
Your head dropping back against the cement wall behind you and a hand flying to your mouth to cover the moan that ripped through your chest.
You could feel him grin against your skin. Thoroughly pleased with your response to his touch. Repeating the same motion a few more times. Leaving a soft open mouth kiss on your clit in between each lick.
Part of him wanted to take his time with you. Really drag this out. He knew you were probably running on borrowed time, though. You were in a public alleyway. Anyone could walk by and overhear or see what was happening. A staff member could open the back door of the bar and be face to face with you any minute. As much as he wanted to savor this, he needed to get you off without taking too much time.
The last thing any of you needed was it to be splashed all over the internet that two of the New Avengers were caught getting naughty in an alley. He knew that he especially would never live it down.
He sucked your clit into his mouth harshly. Growling at the feeling of your fingers tightening in his hair. Moving his hands so one was holding the front of your hip firm enough to help keep you upright. The other circling around to tease the crease of your inner thigh. Letting his thumb drag over your slick entrance as he continued to suck on you.
You were plenty wet already and deliciously warm. You were just as ready for him as he was for you. He was half tempted to fuck you right now instead, but he owed you for dragging his feet all this time. You deserved for him to worship at your feet. His lips pulled away from your flesh just long enough to position his middle finger against your twitching hole.
He pressed in slowly, and your body responded greedily. Your hips rolled, begging for more even as his finger bottomed out inside you. He started with short shallow thrusts. The pad of his finger stroking your front wall. You were perfect. More than he had ever fantasized about.
“Fuck, you have no idea how much I've thought about this.”
John felt your gaze drop to look at him as you finally moved your hand from covering your mouth. Gripping onto the wall next to you and clawing at it. He glanced up at you through his blonde lashes as he lowered his mouth back to your bud. Softly lapping at it with the same tortureously slow tempo he worked his finger.
“More, John. Please. Need more!”
Who was he to deny you when you asked so nicely? He sucked your clit into his mouth shaking his head before letting go. Pulling his hand away and slapping at your cunt once before taking his middle and index fingers in his mouth. His eyes nearly rolled back at the tang of your arousal.
“You got it, darlin. I'm gonna take good care of you.”
He wasted no time in replacing his fingers. Feeling you stretch around his thick digits. If you were this tight on his fingers he couldn't imagine how you were going to feel on his cock. He bit his bottom lip and moaned thinking about it.
The sight of the normally composed John Walker on his knees, hair mused, pupils blown wide, and lips swollen from sucking on your clit in a public place was enough on its own to push you towards climax. You couldn't help the spasm that tore through you as his long fingers started to move faster, and he hit the perfect spot inside you. The one that made your head spin.
“That’s it, baby. Fuck, want you to cum for me.”
Your hips bucked as he repeated the motion. A wicked grin on his face before he dove back in. Alternating between licking and sucking at your sensitive pearl. Testing what shapes he could draw and going back to the ones that made you pull his hair tighter. When he heard your voice shift an octave higher, he doubled his efforts.
Sucking as hard as he could and laving his tongue over you at the same time. His fingers gained speed as the wet sound of your cunt trying to hold onto him got louder. He moaned against you at the sound of your slick and your taste overwhelming him.
The vibration from deep in his throat, along with his perfectly angled fingers, was what tipped you over the edge. Your knees shook as you threw your head back and bit your lip. Trying not to draw attention to yourself. Both hands now firmly planted in his soft blonde hair as you humped against his face. Broken moans falling from you.
John swore he was in heaven at that moment. The only thing tethering him to the Earth was the sting of his scalp from the tugging of your fingers. The feeling of you soaking his hand and the taste of your nectar begging him to keep going. To make you cum again, but he knew that if he kept going you wouldn't be able to walk back to the tower under your own power.
As it was, you were barely standing. Your pussy still contracting around his fingers as he kept working your g-spot. Making sure to drag out your orgasm every second he could. Your breath stuttering and your high pitched whines slowly started to fade as you rode the crest of your high. Letting the tension in your low belly melt away and any lingering frustration drift into the distance.
A delighted hum coming from your lips as you savored the last electric sparks of your climax. You were still aware of John's movements. The sting on your labia from his beard. All the wonderful sensations lingering in your extremities.
He let you catch your breath as you came down from your high. Carefully easing his fingers out of you once your cunt stopped fluttering and licking them clean before bringing both hands to rub against your hips. Pressing kisses against your pubic bone, his beard tickling your clit just enough to make you shudder.
Once he felt your fingers start to release the death grip you had on his hair, he eased your leg off of his shoulder and made sure you were able to stand on your own feet without falling. He couldn't help but smile at the little half-hearted grunt you gave when he finally pulled his mouth away from you.
If John had his way, he would be back there soon enough. He started adjusting your skirt back down to cover your lower half. Straightening the seams at your sides and making sure everything else on your outfit was in place. Your hair and the expression on your face still gave away that you had been ravaged, but the rest of you at least looked put back together.
As soon as he brought himself up to stand in front of you, he started kissing up your chest and neck. Eventually, he made his way to your lips. His hands gripped tightly on your hips to make sure you stayed standing. Your hands flew back into his blonde hair. Pulling at it and raking your nails along his scalp.
John licked across your lower lip, and you gladly welcomed him in. The taste of yourself on his tongue re-igniting the hunger in you. After another minute of making out, you let one hand drop down his chest and started to reach for his belt. Ready to either drop to your knees and return the favor or hop into his arms and have him fuck you raw right there.
You whined against his lips in protest as he caught your hand and stopped you before you could get a hold of the bulge in his pants. He had to chuckle at your frustration as you whined his name. Trying to convince him to let you continue. His Georgia drawl came out as he talked you down.
“Uh-uh Darlin’. This was about me apologizin’ to you for being an idiot. Now I wanna do this right. I'm not expecting anything in return before I've earned it.”
You took a deep breath and tried to calm yourself. If his tongue was anything to go by, his dick would be worth the wait. You still couldn't help but sound slightly disappointed when you finally answered.
“Okay John. Consider yourself forgiven, for now, at least. Come on, take me home?”
Before he let you start walking, he took off his jacket and slipped it over your shoulders. Leaning in to place a kiss on your forehead. A proud smile on his face as he pulled back to look down at you one more time. Then, he held his arm out for you to take.
You leaned up to press another sweet kiss to his lips before adjusting his jacket and taking hold of his arm with both hands. More confidence in his step as he started to lead you back to the tower.
“So… how do you feel about going out on a date with me sometime?”