#mickey henry x f!reader

[navybrat817]

How Far Down

Pairing: Mickey Henry x Female Reader Summary: Mickey is bad for you, but you just can't stay away. Word Count: Over 2.1k Warnings: Explicit sexual content, semi-public fingering, implied public sex, unhealthy relationship, codependency, bittersweet, spooky vibes, Mickey Henry (he's a warning, okay?). A/N: Fic #3 for Navy's Trick or Treat Nonsense! @tavners , thank you for suggesting Mickey and semi-public sex! I hope I did it justice. ❤️ Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Divider by the talented @firefly-graphics and Mickey edit by @rainbowkisses31 . Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

Mickey was like a drug to you. His touch sent dopamine through your body, the pleasurable sensation bringing you to new heights again and again. You needed more of him to satisfy your craving. He delivered every single time.

But being addicted to a man as free spirited as him was like trying to catch the wind in your hand. He slipped through your fingers quicker than sand. When the inevitable comedown happened, it left you disappointed with the harsh reality that he would never truly be yours. So you walked away.

Until he called you back to him.

"It's the Halloween bash. C'mon. We'll have fun."

You should’ve had the strength to ignore him or say “no”, but you were helpless to resist his call. You asked for the address when you messaged him back and hoped you didn’t sound too eager. One night wouldn’t hurt. You’d only stay long enough to make an appearance and you’d be on your way. Besides, it was a party and Mickey had a job to do.

He wouldn’t notice if you left early.

“Better not bail on me or you’ll hurt my feelings. And I’ll hunt you down.”

You wouldn’t dream of bailing on him. The thought of hurting his feelings produced a pain in your chest so great that you thought your heart would give out. That was one of the things that scared you about Mickey. You gave so much of yourself away and did you get enough in return?

It would be fun if he hunted me down.

The day leading up to the party was a blur, your stomach twisted in knots as you got ready. You had no reason to be nervous. It was a night of fun to be had and nothing more. As long as you didn’t let Mickey suck you back in, you’d be fine.

There was a line out the door of the club as you arrived and you wondered just how long people were waiting to get in. Mickey instructed you to give your name to the bouncer, which you did. For a second, you didn’t expect your name to be on the list. He could’ve done it as a prank to get back at you for walking away. It was a silly thought. He was many things, but he wasn’t cruel.

Still, you let out a sigh of relief as the bouncer let you go right in. If that wouldn’t have worked, you would’ve tried to flirt with him. Your slutty angel costume left little to the imagination, which was both sexy and ironic. You never felt angelic or innocent around Mickey, but it was fun to be in his presence.

The halo fell from my head a long time ago.

Orange and purple strobe lights flashed in time with the music, giving the club a perfect Halloween glow as the bodies moved along the dance floor. The array of costumes brought a smile to your face. Everyone was having fun, uncaring of what happened tonight. Problems would still be there tomorrow, so why not let loose?

“There you are.”

You heard Mickey over the music and blinked a few times, not remembering walking through the crowd to get to his booth. Your throat constricted as the two of you locked eyes. While you were some form of an angel, he had demon horns and an open red shirt. The light around him accentuated his muscles and gave him an ominous glow as he walked around the table, grinning as held out a hand for you.

It only took you a second to take it.

“Knew you couldn’t resist my invitation,” he said, jumping down to join you on the floor instead of pulling you up to the booth. “Though a small part of me wants to punish you for staying away for so long. Why did you run away from me?”

Part of the charm of Mickey was that he didn’t come across as arrogant. Playful, the life of the party, and someone who encouraged you to make the best out of bad situations, but never full of himself. You admired that. He was also unreliable, too spontaneous. A distorted dream of a man that you could never have.

“You know why I left,” you reminded him, putting your arms around his shoulders. “But we could both use some fun, so why not take you up on your offer?”

“And that’s just what I am, aren’t I? A good time,” Mickey smiled, slipping an arm around your waist to drag you against him. “Everyone’s having a good time tonight.”

Even if you didn't leave at the end of the night with Mickey, you knew it wouldn't be a boring evening. Watching him in his element was hotter than you cared to admit, the gorgeous man making everyone get lost in the music and atmosphere. It was like he encouraged people to lose their inhibitions. No one cared about the consequences.

They lived like there was no tomorrow.

The flashing lights reflected off his blue eyes as you gazed at him, but they almost looked black. “We can’t have too much fun,” you teased as he began to grind his hips against yours.

“Why not?”

You sighed and wondered if he was trying to goad you or if he really didn't get it. “Because we both know how this’ll end and I'm a little tired of it.”

Mickey would happily go on his way while you were left with a void in your soul. The worst part was you were certain he didn’t do it on purpose. The bond between the two of you wasn’t pure enough to be love, so why would you expect him to treat you like you were his other half?

“Why does it have to end at all? C'mon. You and I always have fun together,” he argued, grabbing your chin with a firm hand so he could lick you from your chin to your forehead. “Besides. Your aura is so delicious. I've missed it.”

A lustful sigh left your lungs before you attempted to step back. The smile on his face looked strange. “My aura? What the fuck are you talking about?”

Mickey threw his head back as he laughed, his chest shaking as his fingers dug into your hip. He sometimes struck you as a man more intelligent and deeper than he let on, but always swayed you from those thoughts with a slip of his tongue or the slide of his cock. He was lust in human form. But he led you down a path with no end.

So why did you follow him?

“You know what I mean. Your whole glow screams lust. And lust is a sin that feeds itself and grows,” he said as he pushed your costume up your thigh. It didn’t matter that there were others close by where anyone could see. And you didn’t put up a fight. It wouldn't be the first time you fooled around with people mere feet away. That was part of the fun. “But I don't need to feed myself with you around. You feed me plenty.”

At that moment, you almost wondered if Mickey’s costume was real as he hooked a finger in your panties and moved them aside. He could easily lure people in under the guise of a good time. Lost in his hypnotic gaze, you moaned as his finger circled your hole. “It's like you really are a demon,” you breathed as one finger pushed inside you, making you clamp around him.

His teeth flashed in a wicked smile as the digit moved in shallow thrusts. “Demons come in all forms. All shapes and sizes,” he said as you frowned. He had to be kidding. “This city is my playground with plenty of people to play with.”

You smiled after a second, playing along. “Is that what you're doing? Playing with me?”

“You make it easy to play with, even when I have to chase you. Though I didn't exactly chase you, did I? All it took was a text,” he said, though you didn't feel insulted at the implication of how easy it was to get you there. “And dressing up like an angel? You’re far from being immune to temptation.”

It wasn't fear that moved through you, but your smile slipped all the same even as he dragged a finger in and out of you. “I, oh, was kidding about the whole demon thing.”

The gorgeous grin was back on his face. “So was I.”

He sealed his lips against yours as he pushed another finger in, the feeling making your head spin as you rocked your hips. Wantonly, you practically humped his hand as he took what he wanted from you. It was pathetic that you allowed him in so easily, but didn’t he always make you feel good?

“You’re bad for me,” you whined, gasping when he bit down on your bottom lip.

“The worst,” he agreed, pressing his palm hard against your clit. “But you’re so good for me, aren’t you? Such a good girl.”

The praise warmed you as your moans got louder.

“I could fuck anyone here tonight, but it’s you I want,” he went on, curling his fingers just the way you needed him to. “My filthy, desperate angel. You’ll let me do whatever I want to you and you won’t stop me. Do you know how good that makes me feel that you want me so badly?”

You wanted to argue that he was wrong, but how could you deny his words when you were so close? And he was right. He could fuck anyone he wanted, but his fingers were deep inside you because you were special. You meant something to him.

Right?

“You want me, too,” you stated, but the words came out like a whimper, lost in the music.

“Of course, I do. You’re my favorite. That’s why I wanted you here with me tonight,” he smirked, the words as empty as how you felt when the sun came up. But you believed him because you wanted to believe him. That it didn’t matter if he took other lovers because they didn’t mean anything to him. He was still your addiction and you wanted to get high. “Now come on my fingers. I know you can do it.”

With a shudder, you did as he said and soaked his fingers with your juices. He licked into your mouth as it went slack from pleasure, an almost smug hum reverbirating as the digits continued to glide along your walls. The familiar haze washed over you as he guided you through your orgasm. If anyone around you noticed, they didn’t care.

Neither did you.

“Delicious,” he purred as he drew his fingers out and shoved them into your mouth. “How do you feel?”

Licking your taste from his fingers, you swallowed with a heavy heart. “Empty,” you admitted, the high crashing even sooner than usual. You hated it. You wanted it to go away.

You needed to go, but your feet wouldn't allow you to move.

He didn’t look at all offended by your answer. Instead, a pleased smile spread across his face. “That’s because my fingers are never enough. You need my cock.”

You both knew you weren't going anywhere. Why argue? “I need your cock,” you agreed. All he had to do was fill you up and it would make it better.

“Bend over my table and I’ll give it to you,” he promised with a glint in his eye. It was like staring into an abyss and you wondered how deep it went. Would you ever reach the bottom if you fell?

“But the crowd-”

“They won’t even notice. They'll just think we're grinding to the music,” he said, gracefully hopping on the stage as you followed with shaky limbs. “And even if they did, who gives a fuck? They’ll wish they were in your place, but they never will be. You know why?”

“Because I’m special?”

“Yeah, you are. My favorite angel who feeds me well,” he assured you, the void in your chest slowly starting to grow smaller as he brought your back to his chest. “But don’t ever walk away from me again, okay? It'll only hurt us both.”

There was no sarcasm in his tone. Only truth.

“I won't walk away,” you said, letting him pull your dress up again as he pressed his clothed cock against your ass.

You'd always come back if he called.

“That's my girl” he praised, lightly biting your earlobe. “Now hold onto the table so we can have some real fun.”

With a nod and a smile, you fell into the abyss.

Why is he so pretty? Love and thanks for reading! 🧡

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[sergeantbarnessdoll]

Hot DJ » Mickey Henry

Pairings: Mickey Henry x Reader

Summary: Y/N has a thing for the hot DJ.

Warnings: Smut (18+), language, alcohol, kissing, hickeys, fingering, (f receiving), unprotected sex, praise kink, pet names (baby, pretty girl)

Written on my phone. I’m sorry for any mistakes or typos.

Header made by @buckys-wintersoldier

GIF IS NOT MINE! Credit goes to the creators.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!🔞

You say at the bar, eyeing the DJ like you have been all night. He occasionally looked up and sent a wink your way making you blush like crazy. When his set was done, he grabbed his phone and made his way to the bar.

“A beer and whatever the lady wants.” He tells the bartender.

“Whiskey.” You tell him.

The bartender brought you guys your drinks and walked away.

“Mickey.” Mickey introduces himself, holding his hand out for you to shake.

“Y/N.” You say with a smile and shook his hand.

“Tell me, Y/N. What’s a pretty girl like you doing here all by yourself?” He asks, taking a sip of his beer.

“I originally came here for a few drinks, but I got distracted by the hot DJ.” You tell him.

“Oh yea?” He says.

“Mhmm.” You hummed, taking a sip of your drink.

You and Mickey sat at the bar drinking for a while until he stood up, holding his hand out.

“Wanna dance?” Mickey asks.

“I would love to.” You smiled, placing your hand in his.

Mickey led you to the dance floor. He was entranced by the way your hips swayed to the music. He placed his hands on your hips, pulling you closer to him. You gasped when you felted his bulge against your ass. You leaned your body against his, placing your hands on top of his. Mickey leaned his head down, placing his lips on your neck and began to leave kisses along your skin. You tilted your head to the side to give him more access. You moaned quietly when you felt his stubble scratching your skin.

“Wanna get out of here?” Mickey asks.

“Lead the way, baby.” You say.

Mickey grabbed your hand, leaving the dance floor and hailed for a cab to take you two to his apartment. You two were all over each other the second you guys walked through the door. Mickey kicked the door shut with his foot and picked you up, taking you to his bedroom. You instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist. He placed you on the floor next to the bed. His hand blindly found the zipper of your dress, letting it fall from your body and pool around your feet. You laid down on the bed and watched as Mickey stripped from his clothes. You licked your lips at the sight of his hard cock. Mickey got on the bed, hovering over you. He leaned his head down, kissing along your chest and the swells of your breasts, marking you up with hickeys.

“Mickey.” You moaned softly.

“Yea, baby?” Mickey says.

“Fuck me.” You says.

Mickey didn’t need to be told twice. He pumped his cock in his hand a couple times before rubbing it through your wetness.

“Please!” You begged with a whined.

Mickey chuckles. He lines his cock at your entrance, slowly sliding it inside of you inch by inch. Both of you gasped at the same time. You involuntarily spread your legs wider to take more of him.

“Fuck, you’re tight.” Mickey groans.

Mickey leaned down, kissing your lips hungrily as he started thrusting. His thrusts are fast, but loving. You instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist, locking your ankles behind his back. One of your hands held the back of his head, your fingers tugging at his hair while your other hand was on his back, your nails digging in his skin, making him hiss at the feeling.

“Were you imagining us doing this while you were staring at me earlier?” He asks, moving his lips to your shoulders and placed kisses along them.

“Yes!” You moaned, tilting your head back.

Mickey took the opportunity to kiss along the column of your throat. His teeth nipped at your skin, biting down hard enough for a hickey. One of his hands roamed your body, stopping on one of your breast and squeezing it causing you to gasp and your cunt to clench around his cock at the feeling. You arched your back in pleasure. That gave Mickey a new angle. His tip hit your sweet spot.

“Oh yes! Fuck!” You moaned. “Right there!” You tell him.

Your moans encouraged Mickey to move faster. His tip continued to hit your sweet spot. His fingers reached down to your clit, rubbing it in fast circles. You rolled your hips to meet his thrusts.

“Your pussy feels so good.” Mickey moans, leaning his head against your shoulder.

“I can say the same thing about your cock.” You moaned.

His fingers applied a little more pressure to your clit as he continued to rub it. You felt a knot in your lower stomach, feeling your orgasm building up.

“You gonna cum, pretty girl?” Mickey asks panting, feeling your pussy squeeze his cock again.

“Mhmm yes!” You moaned with a whimper.

“Cum for me, baby.” He says.

A loud moan left your lips as you came. Mickey fucked you through your orgasm. He lost rhythm with his thrust, but quickly regained rhythm again.

“I know you’re gonna cum.” You panted. “Give it to me, baby.” You whispered in his ear.

That was enough to send him over the edge. Your name left his lips as he came inside of you. His thrusts came to a slow stop. He pulled out of you and laid down next to you, pulling a sheet over the two of you. You two laid there panting for a few seconds before you spoke up.

“We should totally do that again.” You suggested.

“Agreed.” Mickey says, putting his hand on your thigh.

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-Bucky’s Doll

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[sunshinebuckybarnes]

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[dreamlessinparis]

Power of Three

Pairing: Mickey Henry x F!Reader x Frank (Endings Beginnings)

Word Count: 2661

Summary: Notorious twins Frank and Mickey choose you for their third in their weekly performer at the sex club Within Temptation.

Warning: explicit sexual content, dom/sub dynamics, cumplay, oral (f receiving), fluff, explicit language, praise, double penetration, twincest, exhibitionalism, voyeurism, sex club, domme Frank, sub Mickey, pwp, daddy kink

A/N: This is the first of many parts for a Sex Club AU I’m creating, centered around Seb characters for the time being. There is a main storyline between the club owner and one of the workers of the club but there are alot of branching out mini stories for each character and this is one of them. My goal is to have one story per character but I may expand we’ll see. This is purely selfish but I hope you enjoy it. Thank you to @sparkledfirecracker for betaing this for me and to @sweeterthanthis, @navybrat817 @buckyownsmylife and @sweetkingdomstarlight-blog for cheering me on for this story. All mistakes are still my own :) Anthos, according to google, is blossom in Greek, please correct me if I'm horribly wrong.

if you’re a minor, please DNI!

Please do not repost, publish or translate my work. Reblogs and comments are appreciated! Thank you for reading :)

Divider credit to the lovely and talented @firefly-graphics

The crowd began to pile in. It wasn't shocking to you, considering the Twins were about to put on a show. Every week, they chose a night to pick a patron and put on a public show with them.

Deep down, you wanted them to pick you but having sex in front of others, that part made you nervous. However, those two floofy-haired menaces would be worth it. Frank was assertive, always leading the show; it was always impossible to look away. His presence was addicting. Mickey on the hand was on the complete opposite side of the spectrum. He was malleable and sweet, the biggest sub you'd ever seen.

It thrilled you to imagine having him do what you pleased; to have Frank whispering dirty things and telling you what to do. You squeezed your thighs together, shifting on your stool by the bar.

“Would you like another drink?" You turned back to the bartender. She stood behind you, cocking her head. 

“Uhm, yes please," you smiled. She nodded, giving you a wink as she walked off. 

Within Temptation only opened a few months back but it had already built up a large clientele, yourself included. It was exclusive enough that you only found out if you knew someone. Your good friend Carter knew all about these things and lucky for you, he took you everywhere.

In fact, he was somewhere in the club, having his fun. He and his cousin TJ usually came together.

The microphone had some feedback when Frank picked it up, tapping it twice, "Evening ladies and gentlemen, how's everyone doing tonight?"

There was a small murmur of applause and moans. The lights began to dim, the purply hue deepening, lustful vibes intensifying.

“Frank, we’re not here to do stand up,” Mickey chided him, leaning around his twin to speak into the mic. Frank's hearty chuckle seemed to move his whole toned body. His chest was bare and glistening under the lights, his lower half sculpted into a pair of red leather pants. He looked mouthwatering. Wanting nothing more than to crawl to him and lick up those tight abs.

You thought no one could look even better and then Mickey stepped out fully. The tall Adonis was golden, all tan skin, rippling muscle, and, fuck, wearing the tiniest pair of gold briefs. Made of spandex and clinging everywhere. Those things made his thighs look thicker. You almost fell off your stools, leaning too far forward.

Reaching behind for your drink, you quickly downed it and started to get closer to the throne dais. Every week the prop of the dais changed, and this time sat a large golden throne. Something was pulling you closer to it. Anything to gain their attention. The flame fueling you grew larger with every step. The crowd seemed to part around you, setting a path to them. Tonight it was your night. It had to be.

You stopped a few feet away, leaning against one of the plush velvet couches. The couple seated near you, never stopping their fucking. Not that you were surprised.

Mickey whispered something to Frank and his eyes snapped to you. They seemed to darken as he took in every inch of your body.

"Would you like to join us tonight, pretty blossom?” Frank voiced, reaching a hand out.

A girl on the other side of the crowd let out an almost shrill sound, before storming off. Everyone looked around, almost shocked, some chuckling uncomfortably, Mickey took the mic from Frank, "Seems like you upset someone, brother." Frank shrugged, chuckling. His hand was still extended out, eyes never leaving you. Your feet had a mind of their own, carrying you forward to the stage.

It was a whole different world on that stage. Like grabbing Frank's hand pulled you through a portal. Well, it wasn't that different but it sure felt that way. The men towered over you, pressing in from both sides. Neither of them were touching you but the electricity was static between you all.

“Hi," you mumbled. Frank's smile grew and his thumb stroked your cheek.

"Hello, blossom."

“Ready to play, Anthos, " Mickey whispered. “We're going to make you bloom tonight.”

"A safe word for the lovely lady?”

"Moonlight," you blurted out. It was the first thing that came to mind, with the way the lights were twinkling around Frank's head.

"Moonlight," he repeated, tasting each syllable. His finger hooked beneath the strap of your dress. He toyed with it before slowly dragging it down til it dropped, "now the ground rules are simple. You call me Daddy, anything I say goes. Mickey, well he likes to be bossed around. Call him a good boy and he's putty. Got it?"

“Yes, daddy," you agreed. Turning to glance at Mickey, you asked, "and what's your safe word?”

Mickey smiled wide and kissed your shoulder, trailing up to your ear, "cerulean."

"Oh, like your eyes," you inquired. A soft gasp fell from your lips as Frank kissed along the tops of your breasts. "Mhmm yes angel, just like my eyes."

"Kiss her, Mick. You keep those lips occupied, I've got the ones between her hips." Frank commanded. Mickey tilted your chin back, catching your lips softly. The kiss began slowly but quickly intensified. His lips were soft and firm.

Frank pulled your other strap down, and as he kissed his way down, he shimmied your dress off you. By the time he circled his tongue around your navel, your dress had pooled at your feet. It didn't faze you, not with Mickey's tongue slipping past your lips. His body grinding against your backside, cock hardening with each rut. By the feel of it, he was huge. Fuck he was going to ruin you. 

Frank sank to his knees before you, and his hands ran up your torso, cupping your boobs and trailing back down.

"This doesn't feel right." Frank mused. You and Mickey paused to look at him. "Let's seat her on the throne.”

You were guided to the plush velvet cushioned throne, and Frank spread you out, tossing one of your legs over the arm. Mickey perched on the other seat, going in for another kiss. You pulled back, shaking your head, "Kneel, Mickey," you whispered, "I want you on your knees." Your voice was stronger the second time. Mickey didn't hesitate, sliding off the seat and onto the floor beside it.

You chanced a peek at Frank, scared you'd overstepped. But Frank was smirking, looking incredibly pleased. He kissed your inner thigh, "Good girl. You're going to fit right in." He dragged your panties to the side and sucked on your lips, before delving his tongue between your folds.

Your hips bucked, body arching. Mickey let out a soft sound as if calling attention to himself. You turned your head, signaling him closer.

He kissed you feverishly, his tongue almost moving in tandem with Frank's. Damn twin connection.

You were brought to your first climax quicker than you expected and Frank pulled away from you, his face shining with your slick. Your hand was gripping the back of Mickey's neck, that hold, keeping him in place and grounding yourself. It was like an out-of-body experience, thrumming with pleasure.

Frank allowed you to continue kissing Mickey as he made his way up your body. His hand covered yours on Mickey's neck, lacing your fingers together. He managed to pull Mickey away, replacing him. The kiss was a lot more frantic, lustful. The lingering tangy taste of your essence, fresh on his lips.

"I want to feel you," Frank whispered against your lips, and you nodded frantically, asking silently. You needed him inside you, and it was turning into a desperate, frantic, need.

"Please Daddy," you whimpered, tugging your fingers through his thick locks. "Fuck me." 

"Is that what you want, Blossom?" Frank's lips traced over your jaw, nipping at the tender skin," think you could take both of us. We wouldn't want poor Mickey to feel left out, would we?"

"No never," you agreed, breathlessly. You turned your head, and Mickey kissed you without hesitation. Frank wrapped his arms around your waist, lifting you up and away from Mickey. You pouted, making him chuckle.

 It was all for good reason though, Mickey sat down on the throne, stroking his cock as he waited for Frank to place you down onto his lap. Frank hovered you over Mickey's cock, and Mickey ran the spongy tip through your silky folds before notching it in your clenching hole. You gasped as you were lowered down inch by inch, frank's arms hooked beneath knees, keeping you spread open. 

Your head fell back, resting against Mickey's shoulder, letting out a gargled sound when Frank's thumb brushed over your clit, adding pressure with each pass. Mickey grabbed your breasts, kneading them softly. His calloused hands on your soft skin feeling amazing. 

Frank stood back watching the two of you. Enjoying the way Mickey's cock moved in and out of you. You saw through hooded eyes, that his gaze had darkened and he dropped down to your knees. As if to get a closer look.

You couldn't keep your eyes open, especially after Frank licked a heavy stripe up your folds. He began teasing you, darting his tongue out like a snake, barely touching your clit. Mickey's hips rolled down, brushing your sweet spot and sending a jolt up your body.

"Stop," Frank commanded and Mickey's thrusts ceased. Your eyes flew open and met Frank's mischievous blues. His large hands were splayed over both of your thighs, fingertips digging into your soft flesh. "I want you to stay still, Mickey, while I get her ready for the two of us." 

Mickey's 'yes sir' was forced, doing his best to stay still. You clenched around him and he let out a heady moan. There was a sharp sudden pain as Frank slapped your pussy.

"Behave, Blossom, don't make it harder for our handsome bunny. He's not allowed to cum yet. Ladies first," Frank smirked.

Instead of latching onto your pussy, his head ducked lower. You sat up to get a better view, hands gripping the arms of the throne.

You'd forgotten that the three of you were in front of an audience, too caught up in the two brothers. Luckily, other than hearing the moans and whispers, you couldn't see anyone over the lights. The feeling of being on display still set your whole body on fire. You liked it, despite the nerves.

Your eyes dropped back down to Frank. He was circling your small pearl with his thumb while his tongue was lapping at Mickey's balls. Small breathy pants came from Mickey as he tried to keep still. His hands slipped off your breasts, gripping your hips for dear life. Creating grooves in your skin, you were sure.

Frank sucked lewdly on Mickey's balls, nuzzling his face further down. You felt Mickey trembling against your back. The whole situation was so hot and you felt arousal pooling between your legs. This time when you clenched, it was instinctive and you muttered an apology when Mickey whimpered. 

Frank lifted his head and gave you a look. "You're being greedy, Blossom. Are you jealous I'm giving Mickey more attention?" 

"No, Daddy," you denied," I'm just turned on."

"Oh? You like watching me tease our bunny?" 

You nodded, licking your lips. "Mhmm."

"Such a good girl. Isn't she, Mickey?" Frank asked. Mickey's responding 'yes' came out in a shout as Frank tugged on his heavy balls. Frank smirked, using his hand to toy with the smooth globes. 

He leaned in, this time closing his mouth over your sensitive skin. Your nails dug into the throne's arms, and your back bowed. Frank worked quickly, driving you over the edge. You shattered like a glass window, crumpling into a million pieces. With the way you were fluttering around him, you were surprised Mickey hadn't come.

He was close to losing control though, with the way his hands tightened on your skin. "Don't do it, Mickey," Frank warned. "Don't make me edge you tonight."

Mickey made a jumbled sound but seemed to collect himself. Frank kissed your pussy before standing up. He hooked his hands under your thighs, tilting you forward. His cock bobbed between you, begging to be touched. It was thick, almost longer than his twin´s. The thrumming aftershocks of pleasure still pulsed in your body, making it hard to focus.

"It's not going to fit," you voiced aloud. Frank cocked an eyebrow, holding himself by the base and tapping the head against you, making a wet sound every time.

"Don't worry, baby, I'll make it fit. Just trust me."

Your mind went blank, as Frank slowly pushed in beside Mickey. The connection between your brain and mouth was non-existent; nothing you said made sense. You were fuzzy and warm all over, almost detaching from reality the further Frank pushed in. 

The stretch was unbelievable, and you swore he was going to split you in half. He kept filling you up until he was fully seated in. The burning had dissipated, giving way to pleasure. Warmth pooled in your abdomen and you felt so full. They weren't going to be able to move, there was no way. 

"Fuck so tight," Frank groaned. His palm touched your lower stomach, lightly pushing down, making you keen, "I feel myself in your gut. That feel good, Blossom?"

"Yes, daddy," you barely managed out. Your body, despite the improbability, needed them to move, and you spread your legs wider, rolling your hips ever so slightly, "please," you pleaded.

Frank took the hint, pulling out a little before slamming back in. "Go ahead, brother, move."

Mickey didn't need to be told twice, bucking his hips immediately. The two men fucked you hard, using you like a rag doll, your grip on the throne's arms the only thing keeping you steady. With the constant push and pull of two cocks, you were taken to a different level of pleasure.

As your third orgasm crested, you heard words being exchanged but you were too far gone to understand. You screamed as you came, but they kept going. But Mickey didn't last, coming shortly after you and shot his hot ropes of cum deep in you. He slumped back, and softly kissed your shoulder.

Frank followed not too long after the two of you, stuffing you even more. There was so much excess that it was seeping out the sides of the two cocks. 

You felt like jelly, speech still non existent. Frank pried your hands from the wood and pulled them around his neck. You buried your head in his neck. "You okay, baby?"

"Mhmm, so tired Daddy." He kissed your temple and hugged you to him. "Once Mickey cleans you up, we'll head to a private room." 

You nodded, heavily, "with his tongue?" 

"What, baby?"

"Is he going to clean me with his tongue?" 

Frank let out a shocked, amused laugh, "is that what you want?"

"Yes please." Frank lifted you up and off Mickey, keeping you firm in his hold.

 "Well, you heard our girl, Mick."

"She's going to fit right in, isn't she, Frank?" Mickey slid off the throne, cupping your ass and spreading them. 

Frank made a sound of approval and lifted you up further, allowing his cock to slip out of you. Cum began to trickle down your inner thighs. 

Mickey's tongue prodded your stretched hole, sucking and lewdly slurping up the combined mixture. You whined, feeling overly sensitive, and buried your head again. Frank soothed you, rubbing your back and Mickey seemed to quicken his actions.

Once both men were satisfied, Mickey stood up and gave you both a kiss. With all your items gathered, Frank carried you with Mickey close behind. "Let's get off stage, and into a private room, Frank. See if we can't convince Blossom to be our girl before she falls asleep."

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Clear Blue (2) | Mickey Henry 18+

Mickey Henry x F!Reader

chapter warnings: angst, oh boy.

Part 1

Somehow, you’d managed to make it through your entire first trimester without a single hint of morning sickness, sore boobs or fatigue. But the second that second trimester hit? You were dead on your feet. Yep. It was official. You scheduled a doctor’s appointment a week after that second line showed up and the doctor confirmed it for you. Fourteen weeks. Of course the second you left the office the first thing you could think of was “how the fuck do I tell Mickey?” You weren’t so sure that you wanted to honestly. He seemed happy with Chloe and he also seemed like he wanted nothing to do with you. You knew this is what happened with Mickey. He always dropped you for the newer, shinier model. But this time just the thought of talking to him around Chloe made your stomach curl. 

You knew that Chloe didn’t approve the lifestyle that Mickey led. She was like Aspa in that way. She wanted to force him to grow up and lead a more “adult” life but that just wasn’t Mickey. You could dress him in all the nicest suits, try to tame that fluffy hair but he was still Mickey. But that thought was enough to sober you up. He was Mickey and you were Y/N and holy fuck you were having his baby.

It was that sobering thought that basically…well…sobered you up. Unlike Mickey who didn’t have to carry the baby and make sure that his lifestyle was as healthy and clean as possible to ensure the developmental safety of this child, you had to change. At the appointment the doctor had confirmed that the fetus seemed fine and that they were developing at the typical rate but just the thought of how your lifestyle before this realization could’ve affected another life gave you pause. And so you sold your blow and your alcohol to Argyris, because why not make a fucking profit off it. Argyris didn’t question why you did it and you sure as hell weren’t about to tell him what you’d just found out before even talking to Mickey about it. 

And that’s how you ended up here. At one of the last parties of the season before the weather started to turn just slightly. Mickey was up at the Deejay stand and Chloe was dancing in front of him, trying to get his attention. You stood at the bar, a couple of your mutual friends around you trying to make conversation. You took a sip of your water, trying hard to blend in with your friends as you pretended to have a good time and you convinced them that you were just taking the role of D.D. extremely seriously tonight. Making sure not to alert them to any changes. 

Mickey looked like he was having a great time, until another Deejay came up to take his spot. You could read him like a book. Mickey was not happy with the sudden change and if the clenching of his jaw told you anything, it was that he was unprepared for this interruption. The music changed and the crowd seemed to be more involved, likely having come to the party for the deejay that wasn’t Mickey. Mickey and Chloe joined your friends at the bar. Argyris spouted his typical Argyris bullshit about how he and Mickey were going to hit it big and how Chloe was the best thing that ever happened to him. Hearing Argyris say that brought on a strong bout of nausea that you just barely managed to hold back. When Chloe left to go to the bathroom that’s when you took your chance. Taking in a breath, you slid off your stool and sidled up to Mickey. He looked at you, really looked at you, for the first time in months. That signature goofy smirk taking residence on his face and you swore you felt fucking butterflies in your stomach.

“Hi princess, long time no see,” he stated as casually as possible. The flippant nature of his tone causing a scowl to become etched upon your features. As if he hadn’t tossed you aside the second he met Chloe. But you tried to turn that feeling off. 

“Mickey, we need to talk.”

“Well then talk sweetheart, I’m all ears.”

“Mickey we need to talk alone.”

The seriousness in your voice must have intrigued him because Mickey was throwing back his shot and leading you by the arm to a darkened spot of the party where the music was quieter but none of your friends were near.

“What’s up, sweetheart? Miss me?” Mickey smirked as he leaned against the wall. The casualty in his tone once again raising your blood pressure.

“What’s there to miss Henry?” you practically hissed, crossing your arms as you looked at him with a glare that you hoped he could physically feel burning into him. The smug look reappeared on his face and you knew he was about to say something that would piss you off even more. He pushed himself off the wall and took a step closer to you, closing the space you’d put in between the two of you. Mickey’s cologne filled the space and where you’d been super sensitive to smell in the last couple weeks, the smell of him taking up space made you just want to curl into his arms and never leave. And then he ruined it by touching your face and pushing his lips into a mock pout.

“Aww what is it princess? Haven’t been able to get yourself off since daddy stopped hanging around?” He teased mercilessly, his eyes alight with mischief. He knew what he was saying and you knew he had zero plans to act on them, hell you didn’t want him to act on them. You weren’t a home wrecker. You didn’t want to come between him and Chloe. But the way he addressed himself as daddy seemed to remind you what you needed to talk to him about. 

It’s now or never.

“You know it’s funny. You always liked being called daddy but I didn’t think you meant it seriously,” you snapped in his direction. 

Mickey withdrew his hand from your face at the spice in your voice. His eyes grew confused at your words, the playful spark disappearing and darkening as he took in your words. His smirk twisted into a grimace as he looked at you more seriously than he had in years.

“What the fuck are you talking about Y/N?”

The way he said your name felt like a knife to your heart. It was said softly as if he had a clue of what you were telling him but he needed you to say it out loud. And fuck if you weren’t scared. You hadn’t told anyone. Not your friends or your parents. You’d barely said it out loud to yourself. And now here you were about to spill your closest secret to the only person worthy of hearing it. And so you decided to be a little sarcastic with your announcement.

“Congratulations, Mickey Henry. On this week’s episode of ‘who’s your daddy: the show with the baby mama drama’ you seem to be a prime contender. Congratulations. Your sperm is effective and seems to not give a fuck about birth control pills. We’re in the 9% friend.”

Part of you wondered if you made the right choice announcing your pregnancy to him in such a manner, but another part of you wanted to fucking frame the image in front of you. Mickey’s mouth opening and shutting like a fish and his wide blue eyes swirling with confusion and a number of other emotions that you couldn’t even decipher. It was quiet between the two of you. The music from the party in the background. You knew Chloe would be back soon and you’d lose him again but fuck you just needed him to say something. To respond. Anything. Just to acknowledge the words you’d just told him, the largest truth bomb you ever could have detonated.

But he just stood there. Silent. Thinking. He closed his mouth. Ran a hand through his hair. Opened his mouth again. Closed it one more time. And then he did what Mickey Henry fucking does best. 

He walked away.

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"be a doll and do a spin for me, won’t you? you just look so adorable." Mickey henry picking out readers lingerie and then fucking her in it. With daddy kink + ass spanking + face slapping please ❤️

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You and Mickey were walking into the bedroom from the bathroom naked, fresh from a shower, when he stopped you. "Lemme pick out your things today," he said, mischievous sparkle in his eye.

You huffed, but gestured for him to go ahead, crossing your arms over your bare breasts. He smirked, tongue poking out of his mouth to wet his lips as he opened the dresser, pulling out a red thong, and a black lace bra.

He tossed them to you, you barely managing to catch them. You looked at them and glared playfully at Mickey. "You picked my skimpiest ones!" you laughed, sliding them on with practiced moves.

"Be a doll and do a spin for me, won't you? You just look so adorable," Mickey grinned, making a spinning motion with his finger. You smiled, twirling in a circle and spinning right into Mickey's arms.

"That's Daddy's girl," he whispered, pressing his lips to yours, tongue sliding wetly alongside yours, tasting your mouth. He took your breath away, literally making you gasp for air as you separated.

Mickey slapped your face, lightly, and said, "Focus babydoll. Daddy needs his good girl right now, she's all dressed up and ready for me isn't she?"

You moaned, head nodding before he was finished with his sentence, making him slap you again, a bit harder. "Words, baby," he demanded lowly.

"Gonna be good," you whimpered, feeling your pussy throb already. Mickey slapped you once more, hard enough to turn your head a bit. He released you, walking to the bed and sitting against the wall. He patted his legs with a smile.

"Come across Daddy's lap, there's a good girl," Mickey murmured as you lay on his lap, his hand rubbing your ass. "Gonna see if we can get this ass to match those panties."

Your moan of "Daddy, please," was hitched as Mickey spanked you hard.

"Yeah, that's it baby, fuck, love that you love this," Mickey groaned as you shifted, rubbing against his hard dick. He kept spanking you, alternating hits with random squeezes to your ass cheeks, the burn spreading deeper each time.

"Daddy, need to- fuck me, please," you stuttered over your words, pussy throbbing as he slapped your ass again.

Mickey groaned, hand on your ass squeezing and pulling your cheek to the side, letting him glimpse the drenched thong across your pussy. "Yeah, fuck, okay doll on your back," he said, pushing you off his lap onto the bed.

You rolled onto your back and Mickey got between your legs. He slid your thong to the side, rubbing his dick along your folds before pressing in in one smooth motion.

Your hips lifted and Mickey shoved them back down, pressing you into the mattress as he began fucking you. "You're gonna take it all baby, every inch," he grunted, hips moving quickly.

"Yesss, fuck Daddy, harder," you moaned, wrapping your legs around his waist as he shifted back onto his heels, pulling your lower half up onto his lap. He sat up, holding your ass as he fucked into you with powerful thrusts, pulling you down onto his dick.

"Come on baby girl, come for Daddy, drench your thighs so I can lick them clean," Mickey whispered, and put his face in your chest, sucking your nipple through the lace.

You pressed up into his mouth, your body bending backwards as Mickey held you on his lap, grinding into you as you came, his dick so deep you could feel him in your throat.

When you slumped in his hold, he sat up, rocking back to his knees and holding your hips as he rapidly fucked you, chasing his orgasm. "Can feel myself sliding around in your cunt, you're so fucking wet, gonna fill you up and lick it out of you, all of it," Mickey groaned.

Your pussy clenched at that, tightening around Mickey making his hips trip and shove deep into you as he came. He slowly rocked his hips, pumping his cum into your pussy.

Mickey finally pulled out, immediately flopping to the bed between your legs. "Gotta get you all cleaned up again," he grinned and started swiping his tongue along your thighs until he was at your pussy, his cum already trickling out.

You gasped as began licking at your swollen cunt, sucking your combined fluids out of your pussy. When he wrapped his lips around your clit, you dug your heels into the bed, on either side of Mickey's shoulders, his arms wrapped around your waist. He held you down as he sucked, tongue flicking against your clit, until you were shaking with a second orgasm.

Mickey released your clit when you started to whine, licking around your pussy again, cleaning your fresh release off your trembling thighs.

"That's Daddy's good girl. Now come on, we've got a party to get to."

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[sableseb]

Birthday Boy

ceo!Steve x f!reader

word count: 4.5k

warnings: smut, affair, dirty talk, biting, titty fucking, slight cock warming, choking, belly bulge, praise

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a/n: @mickey-henry​ this one’s for you! I hope I was able to bring your fantasy to life. Sending all my love to you!.x

This internship is stressful. Always on your feet, fetching papers and files, getting coffee for the higher ups, making sure schedule’s are as they should be. It gets tiring at times, the long days and even longer nights. But, one thing that keeps you going? Steve Rogers.

Your boss invades your thoughts even when you aren’t at work. Sometimes you would dream of what it’d be like to live a domestic life with him. You like to think that he’d be the most caring man, always looking out for you, waiting on you hand and foot. It causes a deep longing in your chest each time you’d let your mind ponder on him.

The thoughts sometimes spiraled into darker places. You’d fantasize about him with your hand between your thighs late at night. You’d imagine that they were his fingers instead. Those thick digits running up and down your damp folds before he’d push them inside you, stretching you in a way you never could on your own. Then, his mouth would soon follow, lapping at your clit until you came with a wail around those plump lips.

Reality would soon sink in after your high. You will never have Steve. Not only is he your boss, but he’s married to a beautiful woman who he seems to love dearly. No matter how much you pray, how much you dream, you’ll never come home to him. It always stings more than it should.

“Here’s the second part to Mr. Rogers’ meeting list. Make sure to look over this thoroughly before giving it to him.” Cindy said before placing the sheet on your desk. You always carry a smidge of envy towards her. She’s older than you, lean with sultry eyes and a crooked smirk. She’s never said a mean word to you and for that you’re so thankful because she makes your job a lot easier.

“Will do,” you smile.

Skimming through the dates and times, you realize just how busy Steve is. The man is always meeting with someone from a different business. Does he ever find time for himself? Doesn’t seem like it. And you thought you had it rough being an intern. You could never handle being a CEO. 

You make sure no meeting is scheduled twice and no meeting overlaps another one. It’s not hard work, just tedious. Seriously, how does he know so many other bosses? It just makes your admiration grow for him. He’s a busy man and yet he’s always finding time for his employees if they need it.

It feels like hours pass over constant typing and printing when really, with a glance at the clock, it’s only been forty five minutes. With a huff, you move your neck from side to side, trying to relieve some of the ache. You can feel a knot at the base of your back start to make itself present, your eyes are dry from staring at a screen and your fingers are stiff from typing. You decide to go and drop off Steve’s revised schedule so you can move around and change your scenery.

Heels click on the glossy floor as you make your way to the boss’ office. There’s a pep in your step at the prospect of seeing him, even if it’s just for a few fleeting moments. It’s embarrassing really. How easily a married man turns you on, how easy it is to dream of a life with him. You’ve tried to force those feelings down, but each time you catch a glimpse of those blue eyes, they all bubble to the surface.

As you turn the corner to his office door, you stop. His voice is stern, spitting venom at the poor soul on the other end. Peering in the doorway you see how worked up he is. He’s running his hand through his blonde hair, he’d unbuttoned the first few buttons of his dress shirt, revealing deep collar bones and the top of his firm pecs. He looks good. Too good to be this angry.

There’s already a wetness pooling in your panties as you listen and watch him intently. You’re crumpling the papers in your hand, clenching them each time his tone rises. You could get off to this sight alone, him at his desk, deep set brows forming a scowl, eyes dark. What you would do to get on your knees for him, make him forget why he’s mad in the first place. Or, maybe you’d let him fuck all the rage out on you. Let him use your body for stress relief as he’d fist your hair and smack your ass. Let him bruise and batter you as you beg him to be easier when really you’d want more.

“I’ve told you. I just want you home when I’m home. You know it’s hard enough to find time with you as is.”

Home? 

“I work. For you and you can’t be there for me?”

For you?

“You’d rather be with your friends than your fucking husband?”

Husband.

You realize that he’s talking to his wife. You should leave immediately. This sounds way too personal for your ears and yet, you can’t seem to move. You want to hear this because you could’ve sworn they were the perfect couple, but as you continue to eavesdrop, you soon find out how wrong you were. The glowing marriage you thought they had turns out to be filled with pleading, anger, and ultimately, pain.

“You can come out now, y/n.”

Your stomach drops, skin heating with embarrassment and shame. You should’ve left. You just blew a once in a lifetime internship because you were nosy. He’s going to fire you and tell every office in the state that you’re unprofessional in a business setting. You make your way into his office with your head down, lip taking the brunt of your harsh chewing. 

“Shut the door, please.”

He doesn’t sound upset. More like amused and that just makes you even more of a nervous wreck. You shut the heavy oak door with a silent click before turning and facing him head on. His smirk reaches that glint in his eyes as he takes in your body. Steve knows what he does to you. He’s not oblivious to the way you clench your thighs and how your eyes sear into the back of him when he’s not looking. 

He loves it, revels in the way you practically purr when he’s near. How you shy away from his presence. It’s something he’s missed dearly, having a beautiful woman pin over him. It’s what his wife hasn’t done in months. It’s like he’s invisible to her and it hurts more each passing day. But, you. You see him. Not only his looks, but his heart as well. He’s noticed it since you walked that pert ass through those elevator doors wanting a job. And little did you know, he sees you too.

“Curious little thing aren’t you?” He says, humor lacing his words. “I guess it’s partially my fault. You’d think I’d learn to shut my own door.”

“Sir, I’m sorry. Really. I was just going to drop off your schedule and I didn’t want to barge in while you were on the phone and-”

“y/n,” he cuts you off. “It’s okay. I promise. Just...keep what you heard between us, yeah?”

Relief courses through you. Not only is your job not in jeopardy, Steve’s not upset with you either. For some reason, you’re more elated over the fact you didn’t make him mad. Nothing would hurt more than his disapproval. You needed him to praise everything you do, see you in nothing but light. You craved to be in his good graces.

“Of course. Here.”

Handing the papers to him, his fingers brush yours and he doesn’t move them away. That slight touch sets a trail of heat along your body. His eyes bore into yours and you’re positive he can tell exactly what he does to you as the white sheets hang between both of you. His eyes start to roam over your face for a brief moment before sliding down the length of your neck and landing on your chest. A lump starts to form in your throat as he blatantly stares at your rounded breasts concealed and outlined by the white button up you adorn.

Suddenly, he’s looking back up at you with a grin. “You’re dismissed now, y/n.”

Removing your hand from his, you whisper, “Yes, sir.” 

You briskly walk out of his office, wishing he hadn’t sent you away, wishing that he’d of taken out his frustrations on you instead. You can’t believe he did that. Does Steve really have an attraction towards you? Sure he’s thrown you a few sideways glances and smirks. But, he’s never been so blunt. Hope flutters in your chest at the fact that maybe, just maybe he enjoys looking at you.

That feeling doesn’t last long before another emotion starts to rise. How can a wife ignore a husband like Steve? It makes you angry. He’s her husband. Her insanely hot and kind husband at that. She doesn’t deserve him, not after what you overheard. 

But, did he deserve you? Did a man trapped in a sad marriage deserve another woman to keep his cock warm? Would you keep his cock warm if he’d ask? Sick realization hits you. Of course you would. You’d do anything to keep Steve happy, anything to make your fantasies reality.

~~~

The floor of the office is buzzing when you step off the elevator. People are decorating the halls with streamers and signs, there’s others carrying various food trays, a “Happy Birthday!” sign is being hung over the entrance. You’ve never seen this place so lively and you've been here for a little over a month.

“Cindy, hey. Who’s birthday is it today?” You ask upon seeing the brunette. She’s really the only person you classify as a friend in the office.

“It’s the boss’. Rogers turns the big three eight today. We always celebrate birthdays. Gives us all an excuse to have a lazy day. Plus, he never minds.”

“You guys always go this hard on the decorating?”

She smirks. “Always, newbie. We’re fun when we want to be.”

“Hopefully I’ll be around for more birthdays then.” 

You both say your “see you later’s” before making your way to your desk. You’re not in the mood to partake in the festivities. You just want to finish up what you need to and go home. Spend your night with a warm bath and a glass of wine...and try to get Steve out of your head. 

He’s been more talkative to you since that day in his office, where he looked at you as if you were ripe for the picking. His touches seemed to linger more, his gazes became more heavy. He takes over all your senses and makes you leave all your morals at the door. If anyone found out about this unspoken attraction you both harbor for each other, HR is sure to intervene and boot both of you. 

You don’t know what flipped inside him to make him more brazen towards you. Maybe it’s the fact you now know his love life isn’t existent, even with a wife. Maybe it’s because you’re the only person he can confide in who will make sure to keep up his “perfect home life illusion.” Whatever the case, you love and hate Steve’s sudden interest.

Love it because he makes you feel things you’ve never experienced with anyone else. Even the people you’ve dated never had your stomach twisting in knots, your mind wondering to them and all the nasty things they could do to you. Hate it because he’s never far from your thoughts. The longing continues to grow to have him, the forbidden fruit of your life.

The office erupts in singing as Steve walks into the main room. As the lyrics of  “Happy Birthday” bounce off the walls, you look up from your computer and take him in. He looks genuinely appreciative that his employees are celebrating his day. His smile is bright, eyes shining in delight. That navy blue suit is hugging him so deliciously. Those thighs are screaming to be rode. God, you’re pathetic.

He spots you and suddenly his smile dulls as he takes you in. The singing voices fade around him. You’re looking as beautiful as ever in your white blouse he loves so much. You stop your ogling when he catches you. It makes his pants tighten when you get timid towards him. But, he knows that below the shy exterior is a vixen wanting to act on her most sinful desires. Your eyes give you away each time. He plans to unleash her, pleasure her, and use her for a release his own fucking wife hasn’t gave him in months.

The singing stops. Claps and cheers replace it as Steve waves and shouts a thank you to everyone. You look back up and see him make his way to his office. Everyone chit chats and goes to the break room for food. Cindy wanted you to come join, get to know more people, take a break from working. You just couldn’t. You don’t feel like meeting anyone new at the moment. You need to get your work done as fast as you can so you can get an early start on the weekend. Get away from this office that houses your twisted fixation.

The clock continuously ticks and pretty soon you’re the only one in the building left. As per usual. Finishing things up quickly went out the window. The filing and typing took longer than you initially anticipated and the sky already turned black. Shutting your computer off, you grab your purse and head for the elevator. 

A light from the hall catches your attention. Nobody is ever here this late except for you. As you look closer, you notice it’s coming from Steve’s office. Your heart quickens, blood rushing to your ears. You’ve never been alone with him. You should go, turn and go home to your much desired wine and bath. But, you don’t. The thought of having your boss alone to yourself, even if it’s just for a quick bid good night, has butterflies erupting in your stomach.

You tentatively walk towards his office. Peering in, you see how disheveled he is. Jacket discarded, sleeves rolled up and shirt open. Face scowling as he looks at nothing, seemingly lost in his own head with a glass of alcohol in his hand. This is as vulnerable as you’ve ever seen Steve. He shouldn’t be here. He should be out celebrating, his wife should have been expecting him, having him a birthday dinner prepared. 

“Mr. Rogers? It’s late. What’re you still doing here?” You call out to him, snapping him out of his thoughts.

He takes a swig from his drink before huffing. “I don’t have anywhere else better to be.”

He seems so disheartened. It causes you to ache for him. A desire to make him feel better takes you over. You quietly ask, “But, your wife, wouldn’t she be expecting you home? It’s your birthday.” 

Steve emits a dry laugh causing embarrassment to kick in. It was a stupid question. You have a suspicion she doesn’t even care. “Please. I couldn’t get lucky enough to have her give a single fuck.”

“If I were her, I’d give a fuck. I’d make your birthday as special as possible.” The words flew out of your mouth before you could stop them. You can’t say things like that. There’s a line and you certainly crossed it. But, the way he's eyeing you now, with genuine interest, you can’t find it within yourself to care.

“Yeah? How’d you do that exactly?” He asks with a sickly sweet grin.

Swallowing the tingle in your throat and gripping the strap of your purse to ground yourself, you say what you’ve always dreamed of uttering to him. “Anything. I’d do anything you wanted me to, sir.”

You start to sweat as he takes his lip between his teeth, contemplating your dirty secret. “Anything you say?”

Steve watches as you nod. You’re putty in his hands. You always have been and it’s been so painfully obvious to him. You’ve always been his obedient little intern and now, he gets to make you more. He gets to make you his twisted obsession, help you with the ache that he knows forms in your core when he’s around, turn you into a sex crazed woman who knows what she wants and how to take it.

“My sweet girl, always putting my interests first. Why don’t you come make yourself comfortable on your knees for me?”

You never thought you’d see the day where Steve wanted you, where he’d act on his needs. It’s like you're in a dream as you step towards the man that’s sitting behind his desk, drink still in hand as he eyes you hungrily. Your whole body is on fire, pussy dripping at the thought of him taking you right here in his office.

He turns his chair to face your approaching form. Your purse lands with a thud on the floor and just as he asked, you fall to your knees before him. Steve watches the intense rise and fall of your chest. You’re nervous. Good. He wants to keep you on edge. “Mmm. Good girl. Now, unbutton your shirt. Slowly.”

You do as he says. Trembling fingers undoing each button at his desired pace. You watch him sit his drink on his desk before getting comfortable and bringing his hand down to languidly stroke his hardening cock through his pants. Getting off on your little strip show.

One by one, more skin starts to show before you take your blouse off entirely. Leaving you in your tight, white bra, pencil skirt, and heels in front of him. The cool air pricks at your exposed skin, nipples hardening under the almost sheer material. 

“Aren’t you a sight?” Steve groans, his praise causing you to involuntarily clench around nothing. You get bold and move to unbuckle his pants, but he stops you. 

“No, baby. You said anything, right? I wanna fuck those pretty tits before fucking that tight pussy.”

A gasp leaves you. How you’ve longed to hear such filth fall from those pink lips. You know after tonight, you’ll never be the same. He’s already ruined you for all others and he hasn’t even touched you yet. Your mouth starts to water at the sight of him pulling his pants down his thighs and pulling his cock out of his boxers.

He’s long and ridiculously thick. You have an urge to shove him down your throat, gag around him as he forces himself in and out of your mouth. But, if your chest is what he wants, he’ll get it.

“Take your bra off.” He says, pumping himself and watching you with hooded eyes.

You reach around and unhook the fabric that’s clung to your frame. You discard it on the floor and crawl directly between his thighs. You hear him suck in a breath. Your chest is perfect. Full and round. He can’t wait to wrap his lips around those tight peaks.

 He takes his cock and lines it up between each breast. You bring your hands up to cup them and push them together to encase his length, causing him to let out a shaky breath. Steve starts to pump himself through the silky flesh. You’re forever burned into his mind, on your knees, moving your breasts along with his thrusts, pretty doe eyes looking at him full of innocence despite the debauched activity.

Each time his tip pushes through the top, you lick at the slit. Precum and spit start to coat your breasts and chest, leaving a wet trail that has him gliding through with ease. 

“You like having my dick between these tits, don’t you, filthy girl?”

“Yes, sir.”

Steve can feel his orgasm creeping up. He pulls away from you. He doesn’t want to paint your chest, no. He wants to paint the inside of you. Have your wet cunt milk every last drop of cum from him. He wants you shaking and begging beneath him.

“On the desk, baby.”

You stand with shaky knees and pull yourself up on his desk. He follows you, coming to stand between your thighs. He stares at you for a moment before leaning in and planting a kiss on your mouth. It’s slow and tantalizing. The feelings you have for each other surfacing as his tongue finds yours. 

You pull him into you, chasing his mouth with your own. He bites at your lip before sucking and then moving to do the same to your neck. Your soft moans echo around his office and those pretty sounds make him impossibly harder.

He pushes your skirt up around your waist and takes your panties down your legs till they fall past your heels. “You’re soaked, baby,” he groans. His eyes feast on your pussy. You’re puffy and swollen, needing him to relieve the throbbing.

Taking his dick in his hand, he glides it through your folds, swirling the tip around your clit before landing a few slaps on your pussy with his leaking member. You shake with each tap, needing him to fill you up till he’s leaking out of you.

“Steve. Please. Need you in me.”

He chuckles against your neck and bites your skin once again. “Tell me,” he whispers, “how many times have you dreamed about this, about us? How many times have you fingered yourself to the thought of me pounding into you? Going to bed with an ache, knowing your tiny fingers can’t reach that spot that would make you scream like my cock can?”

You groan at his words. You should be embarrassed yet again over him knowing how you lust over him when you're alone. But, you’re not. It turns you on knowing how transparent you are to him. He knows what you need, what you crave. 

“All the time. Please, please fuck me,” you cry out.

Steve shows you mercy, granting you the stretch of his cock. You cling to him as he feeds himself inch by inch into your soaking heat. You’ve never felt so full, so covered. His entire body shields yours, looming over you in a way you find comfort in.

“Such a tight pussy. Gonna fill her full, have you walkin’ out of here with my cum dripping out of you,” he rasps.

He starts to move. You can feel each ridge, each vein pass through your walls. It has you arching against him. The burn is desired, the fullness bringing tears to your eyes. Hooking your legs around him, he places one hand under you and the other firmly around your neck.

“Faster. Use me,” you gasp. 

You’re perfect for him. He needs this, needs to get lost in your tight cunt and forget about his problems. He pushes you down forcefully onto his desk, hand still tight around your throat. He grabs your hip with the other and starts his brutal pace.

You're screaming with each harsh snap of his hips. His hand starts to add more pressure, causing you to let out gasps instead. You can feel the cool bite of his wedding band against your neck. It reminds you once more that he’s not yours.

 He watches in a trance as your breasts bounce with each thrust. The same breasts he almost came between moments prior. Leaning down, he bites on the soft flesh. The little nibbles and sucks have you arching towards him. Then, he takes your nipple between his lips and you instantly clamp around him. Causing him to do the same to the other, wanting to feel your walls tighten around him again and again.

“You’re taking me so well. Feel how deep I am?”

You can’t see it, but he can. Each time he sheathes himself inside of you, the faint outline of his dick appears. He runs his hand over the bump. It makes him grunt and start fucking you faster. Seeing you so full has him rutting into you in a fury, wanting nothing more than to fill you with his warm seed.

Steve’s hitting that spot he mentioned over and over again, making your legs shake and head feel light. Then, he takes his fingers and starts rubbing your clit fiercely. You can hear how wet you are. Even over the sound of blood rushing through your ears from his hold on your neck and the inevitable orgasm approaching, the sound of your arousal is unmistakable.

“Know you wanna cum. Go ahead, baby. Be a good girl and cum on my dick.” He says through clenched teeth as he fucks you rough and fast. You can’t warn him that you’re cumming. It hits you too hard as your whole body seizes beneath him.

He pulls you against him, slowing his thrusts down to draw your orgasm out. He feels the way you pulse around his shaft, causing him to bury himself inside you as his balls tighten and he lets go with a whimper. 

You hold him to you, letting him empty himself and find comfort in you. As you both catch your breaths, he’s still inside you. He pushes your hair off your face before placing a gentle peck to your lips. The gesture makes your heart soar. Then, ache soon follows. You want this every day and not just the lonely nights. 

“Happy Birthday, Steve,” you tell him.

The smile he gives you is lopsided and boyish. That smile is something you never get tired of seeing. “Thank you. You made it better, that’s for sure.”

He pulls out of you and helps you into your underwear, making sure all of him stays in you as a reminder of who ruined you. You both redress in silence. The weight of your actions hang heavy in the sex scented room.

“What about your wife?” The question burns your throat and tears start to form. But, he needed to be asked.

Steve comes to you, hushing you gently as he wraps his arms around your body. “I’m done trying with her. She’s made it abundantly clear I mean very little in her ‘busy’ life.”

You bury your head into his chest, never wanting to leave his warm embrace. His words have you a bit more calm, hope still blooming that he’d pick you over her. “Hey,” he says, slightly pulling away from you so he can look at you, “what do you say to a proper date when I inevitably separate from her?”

“You’re not leaving her because of me, right?”

“What? Of course not. This has been going on for months. Pretty sure she’s cheating on me. It’s about time I man up and do what’s right for me.”

You pause for a moment, taking in his words. “And what is right for you?”

Steve’s blue eyes sparkle as he looks at you like you’ve hung the stars. “You of course.”

You stand on your toes to kiss him, savoring the taste of his lips. You don’t know how well this relationship is going to go over, or if it’ll even last, but you’ll always take a chance on love no matter the outcome. And Steve Rogers is worth the unknown.

#chris evans #chris evans x reader #chris evans smut #steve rogers #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers smut

[gogolucky13]

Southpaw Masterlist

Series summary: Tied up in the criminal world your godfather has built, you have no reason to leave, until you find one in the man they call Southpaw.

Pairing: boxer!Bucky Barnes x f!Reader

Warnings: Angst. Violence. Mentions of death. Some fluff. Eventual smut. Each part will have warnings. (18+ only).

Posting schedule: COMPLETE (total word count ~26k)

Parts below the cut

Contents

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four

Part Five

Part Six

Part Seven

Part Eight

Part Nine

Part Ten

Series moodboard:

created by the amazing @mickey-henry

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky x reader #bucky x you #bucky barnes #bucky barnes angst #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes series #boxer!bucky

[bucksfucks]

  𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙙’𝙨 𝙘𝙤𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙙𝙚

summary┃your roommate happens to be bucky, so it’s no surprise you end up fucking on the side. but when a mysterious stranger moves in right across the hall, you can’t help but be greedy for both. 

pairing┃roommate!bucky x f!reader x mickey henry 

word count┃3,008 words 

warnings┃fwb’s situation w/ bucky, jealous!bucky, possessive!bucky, drinking, club scene, lots of teasing, lots of dirty talk, drunk makeouts, threesome, bucky and mickey both go down on you, fingering, squirting, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex, blowjobs, lots of cum, slight degrdation + name calling (cockslut), it’s a competition between mickey and bucky — 18+ ONLY//MINORS DNI

notes┃this is an ambitious crossover no one asked for but here it is

    “What’s with the dress, Sweets?” Bucky asks as he leans against the doorway of your bedroom as you’re finishing pinning your earrings into your ear. 

    “Mickey’s taking me out to this club opening,” you brush past him in a hurry, opening the small closet by the front door as you furrow your eyebrows as you’re looking for the black pumps you swore by. 

    “Mickey? The neighbour?” You can hear the jealously in Bucky’s voice as you attempt to balance on one leg while the other is occupied by you trying to slip the shoe on. 

    “Yeah, he’s uh,” you have to catch yourself against the wall as you balance on your less coordinated leg. 

    “He’s a DJ, remember. I think it’s his friends club and he’s playing a set,” you explain without hesitations as you’re running back into your room to grab your phone that’s been plugging into your charger. 

    “No yeah, I remember.” Bucky grumbles as he folds his arms over his chest to watch you dance around the apartment in a rush as you look for the various lip glosses, keys, and wallet that you have to bring with you. 

    “Jus’ didn’t think you were close with guy,” you stop in front of him, giving him a bright smile, “he’s really nice, I think you’d get along with him.” 

     Bucky just rolls his eyes when he hears this, “I’ll see you later, yeah?” You say, squeezing his bicep as he nods his head and gives you a kiss on the cheek. 

    “Stay out of trouble, okay? I don’t wanna have to bail you out at three in the morning.” He says making you laugh, “I’ll try my best.” You say before you’re hurled out of the door and into the hallway as you hope to catch a cab. 

~

     The agreement between you and Bucky had been a strange one. 

     You weren’t dating, but you’d regularly slip into his bed or vice versa. It was a mutually exclusive just friends who just happen to have sex arrangement.

    Which is why when Bucky came home late in the morning only to re-emerge from the shower with a hickey on his neck—you would bite your tongue.

    You didn’t have any right to be jealous, you had agreed to just have fun. There were no strings attached after all.

    So when Mickey Henry, your new neighbour from Greece moved in just across the door, you didn’t mean to take such a liking into him.

    But it was hard not to, his charm was undeniable and the rings and necklaces he wore practically lured you into him.

    You offered your help, grabbing some of the lighter boxes, but he didn’t come with much in the first place.

    “I’m startin’ over, y’know,” he shrugged his shoulders as he kicked his door in and held if for you.

    “New city, new place,” you remember how he bit his lip as his eyes travelled up and down your body, “new people.”

    He was an intoxicating personality, a goofy, but mysterious man who had a plethora of stories that sounded straight from a movie.

    But you’d always come back home to Bucky.

    Bucky.

    The way that his hands would roam your body late at night when you were both stressed and needing the only release you knew.

    He would whisper filthy little words as he rocked his hips against yours until your walls fluttered around him and your screams were muffled by his shoulder before falling asleep in his arms. 

~

    The sound of a honking horn grips you from your daydream as you hurry across the road with your middle finger up before you’re in Mickey’s arms suddenly.

    “Oh you’re fiesty,” he laughs and suspect that he’s already had something to drink by the way his eyes are glossy.

    “New York is vicious, you’ll learn quickly.” You chide back as he wraps his arm around you and your eyes are glued to the silver chunky rings.

    “Well, you made it just in time. I’m about to start my set. I should warn you that I am the best though, jus’ so you won’t be too blown away.”

    You laugh, throwing your head back as he leads you inside of the club. It’s dark, but not a typical scene—instead there’s hues of purples and oranges illuminating faces.

     Bodies are packed onto the dance floor, drinks in hand and practically dr humping against strangers as Mickey’s hand intertwines with yours to drag you to the back where you could see his set up. 

    “I gotta set up, wanna get a drink?” He has to scream in your ear, breath hot against your skin as you nod your head. You feel him slipping cash into the palm of your hand as you smile back at him. 

     By the time you get to the bar, waiting for your drink, Mickey’s already got his headphones over his ears as the record scratches and the turntables start spinning with his set. 

     His music is different from the typical eardrum bursting club scene and you appreciate that as you stuff the change from your drink into your bra and make your way back with your vodka cranberry in hand. 

     One drink in and you can feel yourself loosening, strangers hands on your body as you dance with a group of girls that you’ve befriended. 

     Two drinks in and you’re singing along to songs you don’t know as Mickey’s eyes are on you as he laughs as the way you’re swaying to the music. 

     Nearly three drinks in and Mickey’s set is over, loose shirt buttons undone as you can see faint chest hair peeking out as he makes his way down and back to you. 

     “You havin’ fun?” Despite him being at your ear, he’s yelling as you laugh and nod your head. 

    “I gotta go to the bathroom, wanna show me?” You yell back, fingers in his as he nods and pulls you along to the side of the club where the music is nothing but a faint echo. 

     You’re not drunk, but you’re on your way; light, free, and happy as Mickey stops against the walls and pulls you flush against his body. 

     You welcome him, letting his arms fall around your waist as his nose bumps yours, “you look really good.” He purrs as you brush him off. 

     He doesn’t let you, tilting your chin upwards, “‘m serious, couldn’t keep my eyes off of ya’ when you were dancin’ to my songs.” 

     His voice is lower, deeper, and you can feel the indents of his rings against your back before he’s resting his hand over your ass. 

    “I still haven’t given you your change,” you smirk wildly, taking half a step away from you as you wait for his eyes to hover over the bills sticking out of your cleavage. 

    “It’s only fair,” you encourage him as he licks his lips and chuckles, “so you are a little tease.” 

     You feign innocence, enjoying the way his hands are gentle as he removes the bills slowly from where they’re tucked in your bra. 

     He slips them back into his pocket and almost immediately his lips are over yours in a messy and very needy kiss. 

     Mickey tastes like whiskey and lime, his tongue in your mouth as he holds your face like you’re going to disappear right in front of him. 

     Meanwhile your fingers are tangled in the fabric of his shirt, pulling him closer as you hum against his mouth, “maybe we should share a cab home.” 

     He stops at your words, pulling away with dark and hungry eyes and a heaving chest, “you don’t have to tell me twice.” 

     The cab ride back is full of giggles and touches that would have gotten you into some serious trouble if you were caught, and you weren’t exactly being subtle. 

     A few flights of stairs later and you were standing in the hallway between both of your apartments, an awkward decision to make at nearly two in the morning. 

    “‘M not gonna lie, baby,” Mickey hums against your neck as he kisses the gentle skin, “I’ve wanted to fuck you in your bed.” 

     His words sends a shiver down your spine, goosebumps pricking your skin as you nod your head as you’re throwing yourself through your front door trying to keep it down because surely Bucky would be asleep already. 

    “Take it you had a fun night.” His voice startled you, a squeak leaving your lips as you see Bucky leaning against the kitchen counter watching Mickey’s hands on your waist. 

    “Thanks for bringin’ her home,” he nods his head towards Mickey with a scowl on your face and his jealously shining through. 

    “I was plannin’ on doin’ a little more than jus’ bringin’ her home,” Mickey’s words hit Bucky with force as he tenses his jaw and pushes off the counter to take a step towards you; eye locked on you. 

    “Well you won’t make her scream louder than I do, neighbour.” He spits, running his cool metal thumb over your bottom lip as your heart is racing in your chest. 

     You know you should break up this petty pissing contest, the two men’s ego’s being both hurt and inflated at the same time but you don’t want to; the ache between your thighs burning deliciously. 

    “Why don’t you both make me scream tonight?” 

     Your words hang heavy in the air as you look between both Bucky and Mickey, their resemblances uncanny, as you can see the gears turning in their hands. 

    “You up for the challenge?” You then add, crossing your arms over your chest and looking between the two men. 

     Bucky has Mickey beat on muscle, by a long shot, but there’s something about Mickey’s charm and his rings and necklaces that would dangle in front of your face as he fucks you. 

    “I’ll be in the bedroom, I can do this alone or I can do it with your help,” you say, kicking your heels off and realizing just how much taller they both are until you’re walking towards your bedroom. 

     It’s not even two seconds later before your hear muffled chittering following by two sets of footsteps as Bucky walks in first and Mickey follows making sure to shut the door. 

     Nothing needs to be said as Bucky kisses you, cupping your face with his cold fingers as you feel another set of hands around your waist and lips on your shoulder. 

     It’s a sensory overload; two sets of hands, two sets of lips, two sets of tongues, and two sets of...

    “This what you wanted? Was my cock jus’ not enough?” Bucky purrs, Mickey’s fingers slowly undoing the zipper of your dress. 

    “Maybe she jus’ wanted somethin’ new...somethin’ better,” as the dress falls around your feet and you can hear the groan that falls from Mickey’s mouth. 

     Bucky scoffs, holding your face in his hands, “nothin’ but a greedy cockslut,” he smirks as you feel your stomach jump at the dominant role that Bucky’s taken on. 

    “I’ve got her entire body memorized, try to keep up, neighbour,” Bucky scowls again, picking you up and tossing you onto your bed before he shrugs his shirt off. 

     It’s a quick and messy sight in front of you, clothes coming off from both men as they seem to be racing as to who will be the first person to really touch you.

    “Thanks for the advice,” Mickey scoffs, “but I think I’ll be jus’ fine,” he smirks before tugging you down to the end of the bed by your ankle and sinking to his knees. 

    “Who says you don’t have to share?” Bucky’s words are now what leave you and Mickey in a state of shock as he gets on his knees beside Mickey. 

     It’s then that they look at you, already a mess as you’re squirming under their faint touches before Bucky’s ripping your panties off with his metal arm, “gotta get one of those.” Mickey seems to mumble as Bucky smirks. 

    “Close your eyes, Sweets. Jus’ relax for us and let us take care of ya’.” You can feel their warm breaths against your core, Mickey’s rings pressing into the flesh of your thighs are he holds your right leg open. 

     Bucky’s cool fingers are digging into the flesh of your left thigh, “got her nice and wet,” Mickey smirks, running a finger through your folds as you gasp. 

    “And I’ll get her to cum,” Bucky adds, cocky attitude in the spotlight as he finds your clit quickly. Adding the right amount of pressure has you reeling as he slowly draws figure eights over it. 

     Mickey’s fingers are wildly different from Bucky’s; they’re more nimble and much warmer as he teases your entrance. 

    “Gotta get you nice and ready for us, baby.” He teases, one finger slipping inside of you as Bucky continues his work over your clit, free hand going to free your breasts. 

    “Can’t forget her perfect tits, she loves gettin’ her nipples played with,” Bucky smirks, pinching the left one between his index finger and thumb. 

     When Mickey adds a second finger, cold rings sending a shudder down your spine as he pinches your nipple as well—you know there’s no holding you back. 

    “So fuckin’ tight,” Mickey groans, adding a second finger before curling them inside of you, hitting that one spot that makes your back arch and your toes curl. 

    “Looks like you’ve found the spot,” Bucky smirks, turning his head to the other man, “y’know she’s a squirter?” 

     You and Mickey let out a soft moan at Bucky’s words because yeah he did know your body better than you did. And the fact that he was letting Mickey explore, he still seemed to be in charge. 

    “Is that right, baby? You gonna soak us?” Mickey hums, starting to pump his fingers more rhythmically until you can feel that pressure building up until his hand is stopped. 

    “Make her work for it, can’t give it to her so easy,” Bucky purrs, looking up at you as your chest is heaving and a whine leaves your mouth. 

    “Fuck, God—please.” You’re not beyond begging, right on the edge as Mickey starts curling his fingers again and you can hear how wet you are as Bucky pinches your clit gently. 

     He edges you, with Bucky’s help, until you’re almost in tears trying to get them to let you cum. 

    “I think you’ve been such a good girl, Sweets,” Bucky hums, turning his head to Mickey, “do you think she deserves to cum?” 

     The other man licks his lips, “I think you sure do, baby. Get to cum all over us and soak us.” He nearly growls before his fingers are deep inside of you as Bucky’s metal hand adds pressure to your lower belly. 

     The pleasure grips you, harder than ever before as you feel your orgasm gush out of you until you have no more oxygen left in your lungs and you feel dizzy. 

    “Holy fuck,” Mickey groans, fingers soaked along with his arm, “baby that was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.” 

    “C’mere, Sweets,” Bucky coaxes, pulling you up into a sitting position as they both take a seat on your ruined bedsheets. 

    “That was fun,” you smirk, sitting on both their laps as you can see the smile on Mickey’s face, “who said we were done.” 

     It makes your heart flip, excitement pooling between your thighs again as Bucky’s eyes are dark and sparkling with mischief. 

    “Hands and knees, don’t make us ask twice,” he pinches your ass, urging you into the position right at the edge of the bed as you’re met with Mickey’s clothed cock. 

    “Been thinkin’ of your mouth, baby. How well you’d use it,” he smirks as he hooks his fingers under his boxers and pulls them down his legs. 

     You lick your lips, feeling Bucky come up behind you and spreading your legs further apart, “bein’ so good for us, Sweets.” 

    A shiver rolls over your body when you feel Bucky’s cock pressing against your entrance, teasing you as Mickey stand there with his hand wrapped around his shaft.

    You want nothing more than to wrap your lips around him, eyes glossy as you look up at him, “open wide.”

    A smirk spread over his lips as you open your mouth, welcoming him before you’re moaning around him from Bucky’s cock entering you in one long stroke.

    “Fuck, look at you—stuffed from both ends just how you like, huh?” Bucky taunts, slapping your ass as you hollow your cheeks around Mickey’s cock.

    He’s not as thick as Bucky, but he’s longer and it makes you gag as Bucky’s thrusts push you forward into Mickey.

    “And doin’ so fuckin’ well too, you’re just cockdrunk on us aren’t ya’?” Mickey’s cocky nature shines through as you let him use your mouth.

    The room is hot, sticky, and smells like sex as Bucky hits that one spot inside of you that makes you lose control.

    “She’s gonna cum all over my cock.” Bucky grunts, tightening the grip he has on your hips as he slams harder into you.

    You can see Mickey smirking, enjoying the way you’re a total mess under both of them.

    “I did make her squirt,” he chides back at Bucky, all while gripping the back of your neck as you feel his cock twitch in your mouth.

    “And I’ll be the one filling her up,” Bucky quickly snaps back before you feel yourself getting lost in the pleasure as your eyes fall closed.

    Bucky does just that, filling you up and painting your walls as Mickey finishes in your mouth until the three of you are falling back into bed totally exhausted.

    “That’s not how I was plannin’ to spend my night,” Bucky grunts as he throws an arm over your waist.

    “Neither did I.” Mickey chuckles breathlessly as they both look at you.

    “That’s funny, because this is exactly how I planned to spend me night.” You say with a wicked smirk.

#bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x reader smut #bucksfucks writes — [♡] ; #bucky barnes au #bucky barnes headcanon #bucky barnes headcanons #mickey henry x reader #mickey henry smut #mickey henry x reader smut #bucky barnes x reader x mickey henry

[sweetkingdomstarlight-blog]

My hoe partner. Modern Lee Bodecker has been stressed lately. Work hours have been long and time together has been few and far between. You can tell it's wearing on him. And he knows you have been working extra hours, too.

Thankfully, vacation is right around the corner. And you've surprised him with a trip to Greece! That's why you put in so much extra time. He may feel like a fish out of water, but he wants to relax and have fun with you.

Why not go dancing and enjoy the music? And enjoy the view? All the views...

And you may be in Greece, but if you play your cards right? You'll be going to Paris. 😉

words - 1257

pairings - Mickey Henry x Female Reader x Modern Lee Bodecker

warnings - this is porn, self indulgent porn. MFM threesome, fingering, oral (m+f receiving), p in v sex, some anal fingering, daddy kink, two hot men kissing. Basically PWP.

a/n - You see Navy you just get me, this is not a pairing I would have ever thought of but here we are and I love them. This was encouraged by @dreamlessinparis and @sweeterthanthis who also beta'd it for me but all these mistake are mine.

SMUT UNDER THE CUT

The sun was setting and the bass was thrumming through your body as you danced with Lee, the two of you glowing from a day on the beach and the light sheen of sweat that coated you both from the hour of dancing.

He spun you around and pulled your back against his soft belly, his hands wandering as you swayed together. He knew exactly what he was doing, applying pressure around your hips and nipping at your neck. You were putty in his hands, just the way he liked it.

Across the dance floor, Mickey Henry was standing on his stage, the last song of his set coming to an end before the next person took over. He loved to see how the crowd reacted to his setlists, he looked out into the sea of faces and was drawn to the couple in the middle. They were lost in their own world, his large hands resting just under her breasts, his thumbs occasionally flicking over her nipples as he kissed and nibbled her neck. He could see from over here how wrecked she was already and his pants started to feel a little tighter at the thought.

He hadn’t even heard the next guy jump up next to him; he was lost in a daydream while he stared at the two strangers. Grabbing his phone, he went to the bar and ordered three shots of tequila, walking over to them and introducing himself, “Hi, I’m Mickey.”

The man glared at him and made a noise before telling him to fuck off but you just shook your head and playfully slapped the man’s face a little. You introduced yourself to him and he watched as you took all three shots, downing them quickly before kissing the man sloppily.

Mickey had never wanted someone more.

“Come on Lee, play nicely. Mickey just wanted to say hi.” You held out your hand and pulled him in close, swaying your body between the two men. Mickey stood in front of you looking a little awkward, his hands in his pockets like he was trying to stop himself from touching you, you took it as a personal challenge. You watched him closely as you circled your hips, feeling Lee getting hard behind you. Your partner's hands gripped your hips painfully as you reached out and grabbed Mickey by the shirt, pulling him in close and smelling his soft cologne.

Lee nipped at your ear, growling softly; his hands once again moving over your body. You felt him pause behind you as you slid your hands over the chest of the man in front of you, pulling him in close so your faces were only inches apart. Just as you were about to kiss, Lee turned your face toward his and kissed you sloppily, his tongue probing your mouth before he turned you back to Mickey and pushed you closer.

You knew you needed to take control, Mickey looked like he would never make the first move. You leaned in, nibbling on his bottom lip making him moan, a sound that had you throbbing already. Holding your face in his hands he kissed you, massaging your tongue with his own and only pulling back when the man behind you cleared his throat. You looked back at him and rolled your eyes playfully, grabbing both of their hands, dragging them both away from the dance floor and into a nearby cab.

The tension in the cab was thick enough to choke you. Sitting between the two men, each of them touching you and kissing you, you wished you were staying somewhere closer.

The three of you fell through the door, hands and mouths exploring, clothes being removed and thrown around. You pulled them both to the bedroom, smiling at Lee as he lay down first, patting his lap and asking you to come sit.

You climbed on the bed, not feeling the dip of the mattress behind you as Mickey joined you both. Gripping the headboard you leaned down to kiss the man beneath you, humming at the feeling of soft lips tracing kisses down your spine. “You better make her feel good music man,” Lee says, gripping your cheeks and spreading them wide.

Mickey buried his face in your cunt, his nose nudging your tight hole as he probed you with his tongue. You let out a loud moan and turned your head to take in the sight of the near-stranger between your legs, you didn’t get to look for very long before Lee was demanding your attention, “Eyes on me Princess.”

Mickey was good, a little too good. His tongue lapping at your juices, fingers tapping on your clit in a way you’d never felt before. It was hard to keep looking at Lee. Every time you closed your eyes from the sensations Mickey was pulling from you he would tut and sternly tell you to open them again.

It didn’t take long. You came hard and fast, your body trembling from the intense feeling. Mickey wasn’t done yet though,sliding two fingers into your soaking wet hole and pumping them slowly. You whined, back arching and eyes rolling back. The moment he found the spot he was looking for he focussed on it, making sure to massage it with his fingers, while his thumb rubbed your engorged and sensitive clit.

“Come on, one more for me baby.” You looked deep into Lee’s eyes while your whole body trembled, an unfamiliar feeling taking over you as you screamed silently. You had the most intense orgasm of your life and you flopped forward onto Lee, slowly coming down from your high. “Fuck, I’ve never seen someone squirt so much before baby. You’re so perfect.” You looked at him confused, you’d never actually squirted before and you shared a smile with him before kissing him, his tongue still tasting of you.

Lee growled beneath you, his hand rubbing your pussy and feeling how wet you were. He got out from underneath you, running his fingers across the wet patch that was seeping into the mattress. You saw an unfamiliar look on his face as he looked at the mess you had made. He pumped his cock in his hand and slapped it on your clit, “Daddy’s turn Princess, show your new friend what you can do with that mouth and no cumming ‘til I say so.”

You nodded and smiled at Mickey, looking back at Lee just in time to see Mickey lean forward and kiss him. Lee pulled back for a moment, looking at him shocked, you weren’t sure how this was going to go. The moment seemed to last forever but something in Lee changed and he grabbed Mickey by the hair, pulling him for a kiss that was all teeth and tongues.

You watched them for a moment, your hand sneaking down to rub your throbbing clit and whimpered. That’s when they broke apart, looking down at you and smirking in silent agreement that it was your turn. Mickey traced your lips with his cock before slowly pushing in, Lee followed suit pushing himself in so deep you wondered if he could possibly fit anymore inside you.

Before either of them moved you felt Lee circling your asshole before spitting on it and slowly pushing his thumb deep inside, “Nice and airtight Princess, remember no cumming ‘til I say so or I’ll have to show the music man here just how desperate you get when I edge you all night.”

#lee bodeckerxreader #lee bodeckerxyou #lee bodecker smut #lee bodecker #mickey henry x y/n #mickey henry x you #mickey henry x reader #mickey henry

[sweeterthanthis]

Well this was a lovely surprise!

Since is Mickey is on your list I need something with him (in more ways than one)

It has to be public sex, the man was made for it

Less Work, More Play

Pairing: Mickey Henry x F!Reader

Summary: Anytime, anyplace - your body is ready for Mickey.

Warnings: Explicit sexual content, public sex, Mickey's dirty mouth, very mild anal play, vaginal sex, 18+.

Word Count: 576

A/N: A fairly obvious choice of setting, but fuck, I don't care. Rail me, Mickey.

You could barely keep your hands to yourself at the best of times - not when he was so fucking beautiful. All you wanted to do was feel those hands on you; anytime, anyplace.

Is it any wonder with the way they feel against your bare thighs, the chill of his rings cooling your heated flesh as you drag your fingers through his angel-soft hair.

"Really gotta stop bringin' you to work with me, Honey," Mickey whispers against your ear, his breath leaving your throat dewy and prickled with heat. "So needy, can't last five minutes without me inside of you."

You can't argue with him. It's all true. There's no better feeling than that cock stretching you out, your arousal heightened by the fact that anyone could stumble across the two of you; your legs wrapped around his waist, his fingernails biting into your skin to keep you steady.

"Need you. Need your cock. Always need you," you breathe, his mouth lavishing your throat in lazy kisses, tongue lapping at the tiny beads of sweat garnered from the passionate way he drives into you. "Fuck, please. More."

Your arms circle around his neck, clinging on for dear life, like he's the only one who can give you what you need. And he is. Nobody's ever fucked you like this. Nobody's ever enjoyed your body the way Mickey does.

"Feel so fuckin' hot. Drenchin' me, aren't you?" He teases, his filthy words audible to only you thanks to the thumping bass vibrating through the air around you.

The stretch of his girth each time he bottoms out makes your eyelids flutter closed; lost in bliss and contentment, your body pinned up against the back of the heavy duty speakers.

"God, yes. Keep fuckin' me. M'so close," you whine, your thighs trembling and your back arched; his teeth grazing the exposed flesh of your breast, suckling your nipple between them and humming at the way it pebbles against his tongue.

The way the tip of his shaft drags against that sweet spot has your head falling back, bass riddling your bones, back scraping against the rough surface with every eager thrust.

"Better come fast, Honey. Got about thirty seconds before this song finishes," he warns you, your heart pounding in your chest, head thrumming with hunger for that euphoric feeling he'd acquainted you with so well. "Wouldn't want someone to come lookin' for me. Wouldn't want 'em to see you like this, would you?"

You couldn't give a damn. Not a single one. He could spread you right out in front of them all and eat your pussy 'til you cry, and you still wouldn't have it in you to be ashamed.

"Maybe you would, huh? Always did put on such a good show for me," Mickey hums, his hands gripping the cheeks of your rear, spreading your cheeks apart, fingertips grazing the tight ring of muscle just an inch away from where his cock splits you open.

The mere suggestion that he wants you there has your head spinning, the walls of your cunt clamping down around him, toes curling in your heels, stomach tightening and fire engulfing your insides.

You lose all sense of awareness, grinding your hips down against his cock, milking every last bit of pleasure from him and revelling in the way he takes his own from your body in return.

"I take it back," he huffs in your ear in those heavy breaths, "comin' to work with me every night."

A/N: I no longer have a tag list, but if you want to keep up to date with what I post follow my sideblog, @sweetersficlibrary, and turn on alerts to be notified whenever I post something new 💕

#mickey henry x you #mickey henry smut #mickey henry x reader #mickey henry fanfiction #sebastian stan smut #sebastian stan x you #sebastian stan x reader #sebastian stan fanfiction

[sergeantbarnessdoll]

Morning Fun » Mickey Henry

Pairings: Boyfriend!Mickey Henry x Girlfriend!Reader

Summary: Mickey decides that he wants to have some morning fun before Y/N goes to work.

Warnings: Smut (18+), language, dirty talk, kissing, hickeys, fingering, (f receiving), unprotected sex, daddy kink, praise kink, pet names (baby, pretty girl)

Written on my phone. I’m sorry for any mistakes and typos.

Header made by @buckys-wintersoldier

GIF IS NOT MINE! Credit goes to the creators.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!🔞

You woke up to the feeling of Mickey kissing along your bare shoulders. You hummed at the feeling and turned over onto your back so you were facing him.

“You were incredible last night.” Mickey moves his lips to your collarbones. “The way you rode me drove me insane.” He says against your skin.

One of Mickey’s hands slid down your body, blindly finding your clit causing you to gasp and buck your hips when you felt his fingers.

“I especially loved it when you called me daddy.” He says, kissing along your chest and the swells of your breasts.

His fingers began to rub circles on your clit causing you to throw your head back against the pillow. His middle finger slid in between your wet folds, finding its way to your entrance.

“You’re so wet for me, baby. It’s like you want to have fun this morning.” Mickey says, sliding a finger inside of you.

Mickey isn’t wrong. You want nothing more than for him to fuck you right now.

“I want it! Please!” You moaned.

Mickey chuckled at your neediness and disappeared underneath the sheet. He placed kisses on your hip bones and on your inner thighs. He continued to move his finger in and out of you while he latched his lips on your clit.

“Still taste as sweet as you did last night.” Mickey moans against your clit, sending vibrations against your clit.

Your hands flew down to his head, grabbing onto his hair and tugged at it. His ring finger slid inside of you next to his middle finger, catching you off guard. He moved them faster. The tip of his tongue licked in between your folds causing you to arch your back off the bed.

“Mickey!” You moaned.

You yelped when you felt a smack on the side of your thigh.

“Say the right name.” He says.

“Daddy!” You whimpered.

“That’s more like it, baby.” He says.

Mickey’s tongue moved against your clit just the way you love it. You threw your head back against the pillows and arched your back off the bed.

“Oh my god! Yes daddy! Don’t stop!” You moaned loudly.

The movements of Mickey’s fingers and tongue got faster. You felt your orgasm building up to the point where you were right on the edge.

“I-I’m gonna— oh fuck!” You moaned, not being able to finish your sentence.

“Give it to me, baby.” Mickey says.

With a loud moan leaving your mouth, your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you came hard. You laid there panting when Mickey came back above the sheet, his face wet with your juices. He leaned down, kissing your lips hungrily. You moaned when you tasted yourself on his lips.

“You taste amazing as always, baby.” He rasps against your lips.

Your hand blindly found his cock and wrapped your hand around it, moving your hand up and down causing Mickey to groan against your lips. You bit your bottom lip, looking up at him innocently. Mickey wrapped his hand around yours on his cock, helping you line himself up at your entrance. His tip slid past your tight entrance causing you to let out an audible gasp.

“Fuck!” Mickey moans. “Fucked you last night and you’re still tight like a fucking virgin.” He says.

He stretched your pussy as he slid more of his cock inside of you. Once his cock was fully inside of you, Mickey hovered over you, caging you in with his strong arms. He pulled almost all the way out, only leaving his tip inside of you and then thrusted back inside of you in one motion causing you to let out a scream of pleasure. You threw your head back, giving Mickey access to your neck. He leaned his head down, kissing along the column of your neck. His hands held on to your hips to keep a steady rhythm of his thrusts. Mickey watched as one of your hands slid down your body, stopping on your clit and started rubbing it in fast circles causing your cunt to clench around his cock making him moan.

“That feel good, pretty girl?” Mickey asks, referring to the way you’re rubbing your clit.

“Mhmm yes! So good, daddy!” You moaned, increasing your rubbing pace.

Mickey leaned his head down towards your chest, kissing along your breasts. His teeth grazing your skin, biting down hard enough to create a hickey. He moved his lips closer and closer to one of your nipples, taking it in his mouth and swirling his tongue around the small bud. You gasped when you felt his teeth lightly nipping on your nipple, sending a new sensation through your body. You arched your back, giving him more of your breasts. He moved his lips to the other one and repeated his actions as he did to the opposite side.

“Oh god! Fuck yes, daddy!” You moaned, your eyes fluttered shut.

“Nah uh.” He lightly taps the side of your head. “Keep those pretty eyes open and on me.” He tells you.

You opened your eyes and struggled to keep them open from all of the pleasure Mickey was giving you. The tip of his cock hit that one spot inside of you causing you to moan loudly.

“Fuck yes! Right there, daddy!” You moaned.

Your moans encouraged Mickey to thrust faster. His tip continued to hit that same spot causing your second orgasm to build up.

“Daddy, I’m—” A loud moan left your lips before you could finish your sentence.

“Cum for me, baby. Make a fucking mess on my cock.” Mickey says in your ear in almost a whisper.

The faster you rubbed your clit moved you towards the edge. Your orgasm came crashing down on you. A loud moan of his name leaves your lips as you soaked his cock. His thrusts became sloppy as his orgasm began to build up. You ran your hands across his abs as he flexed them. Mickey lowered his head against your shoulder.

“You feel fucking amazing.” He moans.

He came inside of you after a few more thrusts, your name leaving his lips. His thrusts came to a slow stop as he collapsed on top of you, trying his best to keep his weight on his arms so he didn’t crush you. You two looked into each other’s eyes while panting. Mickey placed his lips on yours, giving you a much needed morning kiss.

“That was fucking amazing.” Mickey says against your lips.

“Mhmm.” You hummed in response.

After a moment, Mickey pulled his cock out of your cunt making you whine at the empty feeling. He laid down next to you and you two stared up at the ceiling in silence.

“Round 2 in the shower?” Mickey suggests, turning his head to the side to look at you.

“You read my mind, daddy.” You say.

A squeal left your lips when Mickey picked you up and carried you to the bathroom. It’s safe to say that you and Mickey didn’t waste the morning away.

🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵

-Bucky’s Doll

#mickey henry #monday #monday movie #sebastian stan #sebastian stan characters #mickey henry x female reader #mickey henry x reader #mickey henry x y/n #mickey henry x you #mickey henry smut #mickey henry one shot #mickey henry imagine

[sunshinebuckybarnes]

Here we go again bby's 💞 my first fic rec list of 2022! As always please make sure you check the warnings for each individual fic before reading. You are responsible for your own media consumption. This blog along with the majority tagged are 18+ and the majority of these fics contain adult themes. 

Once again the talent of these people is awe inspiring and I hope you enjoy these stories as much as I did! And remember to reblog and give them some love ✨

*indicates a series/multi part fic

Steve Rogers ✨

*After the rain by @sweetlyscared

King!Steve Rogers x Princess!Reader

Rough hands by @cockslut-padalecki

Steve Rogers x F!Avenger!Reader

*His inheritance by @jtargaryen18

Mobster Steve Rogers x Mobster daughter reader

*Where it stays by @tuiccim

Nomad Steve x Enhanced Reader

Eve's apple by @bonky-n-steeb

best friend’s dad! alpha! steve rogers x omega! reader

Bucky Barnes ✨

*Delicate edges by @wkemeup

Bucky x reader

A few too many by @soldatsass

Bucky x reader

Can't have you by @lavendercitizen

Sugar Daddy!Bucky Barnes x fem!reader

Listen to me, not just my words but @bloomingbucky

avenger!bestfriend!bucky x female avenger!reader

*Bride of soldat by @vampy-doll

Bucky Barnes x reader

False reality by @bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky

Bucky Barnes x reader

Dream come true by @bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky

Bucky Barnes x reader

You say it first by @jobean12-blog

Bucky x reader (Beefy!Bucky- enemies to lovers)

Crave by @bonky-n-steeb

dad’s bestfriend! bucky x reader

*Ronly friends by @metalbuckaroo

Roommate!Bucky x Camgirl!Reader

Notam by @gogolucky13

cult leader!Bucky Barnes x f!Reader

Sore loser by @buckyhoney

bucky barnes x reader

Yes ma'am by @sidepartskinnyjeans

Bucky Barnes x Reader/OC unnamed

*Your filthy heart by @sweeterthanthis

Stepdad!Bucky x 18+F!Reader

*Soul tie by @jobean12-blog

Bucky x reader (Beefy!Hairtie!Bucky)

Pretty neighbor by @strwbrrybucky

dilf!neighbor!bucky x reader

Good evening by @sgt-seabass

Soft!Dark!Chubby!Bucky x Reader

*Appointments by @buckycuddlebuddy

tfatws!bucky barnes x reader

Nick Fowler ✨

Lie to me by @navybrat817

softdark!nick Fowler x female reader

Sam Wilson ✨

Surprise by @musingsinmoonlight

Sam Wilson x female reader

Darkside by @musingsinmoonlight

Mob boss!Sam Wilson x Female Reader

Lee Bodecker ✨

Heat of the moment by @gogolucky13

alpha!Lee Bodecker x omega!f!Reader

Bucky Barnes & Steve Rogers & Sam Wilson & Thor ✨

Four men and a wedding by @musingsinmoonlight

Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers x Sam Wilson x Thor Odinson x female reader

Ransom Drysdale ✨

Holy water cannot save you now by @jamalflanagan

Antichrist!Ransom x black!reader

One more secret by @cockslut-padalecki

Stepdad!Ransom x Stepdaughter!Reader

Late night snack by @wakingbeauty

Ransom Drysdale x Reader

Andy Barber & Ransom Drysdale & Ari Levinson

*Necessary arrangements by @stargazingfangirl18

Andy Barber x Fem!Reader; Ari Levinson x Fem!Reader; Ransom Drysdale x Fem!Reader

Ari Levinson ✨

Keep quiet by @christywantspizza

Neighbor!Ari Levinson x Reader

All I want for Christmas is you by @jamalflanagan

CEO!Ari Levinson x black!reader

Let's be us again by @chrissquares

Ari Levinson x Reader

Andy Barber ✨

On the naughty list by @the-iceni-bitch

neighbor!Andy Barber x fem!Reader

Steve Rogers & Andy Barber ✨

Geminus noctum by @sweetlyscared

Vampire!Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader x Vampire!Andy Barber

Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes ✨

*Under the mistletoe by @the-iceni-bitch

dilf!Steve Rogers x tattoo artist!fem Reader x Bucky Barnes

Mickey Henry ✨

Alive by @navybrat817

Mickey Henry x female reader

Andy Barber & Jake Jensen ✨

*The lesson by @river-soul

Alpha!Andy x Fem Omega!Reader x Beta!Jake

#january fic rec #fic rec #bucky barnes #steve rogers #nick fowler #sam wilson #lee bodecker #thor #ransom drysdale #andy barber #ari levinson #mickey henry #jake jensen

[dreamlessinparis]

Under the Blinding Lights

iPairing: Mickey!Henry x F!Reader, Rockstar!Bucky x F!Reader

Word Count: 1267

Summary: Your boyfriends can't keep their hands off you, even at the club.

Warnings: explicit language, public sex, fingering (vaginal and anal), exhibitionalism, throuple, Bucky in leather pants, Mickey, rings, public nudity

A/N: Inspired and beta’d by the lovely @sweeterthanthis. Thank you to @sweetkingdomstarlight-blog for hyping me up also. Love you both❤️ All mistakes are still my own.

Divider credit goes to the lovely @firefly-graphics

The neon lights flashed around you, shifting color with every thud of the bassline. The volume of the music was so loud, you couldn't even hear the person next to you. Everything was communicated by touch, which was great for you since the men you had come to the nightclub with, were talented with their hands.

Your low-cut dress glittered with each sway of your hips, and they rocked to the beat. The music drummed through your body, vibrating through every inch of you. You lost yourself easily every time you danced. It came naturally.

Mickey was so happy, a huge smile plastered on his face. You weren't sure if it was the fact that his gig tonight was a hit or because he loved dancing. He looked down at you, the lopsided grin making your heart melt. Cupping both of your cheeks, he licked a strip up your face, making you giggle and shove him back.

Bucky's tattooed arms wrapped tighter around your waist, pressing you back into his firm body. His leather-clad cock grounding into your ass. He kissed down your bare spine as far as he could before kissing back up and burying his face in your neck.

Mickey's fingers danced dangerously along the hem of your short dress, teasing over your thighs. You pulled him down to your level and pressed your lips to his, arms snaking around his neck. It was near impossible not to lose yourself in both of them. Bucky's hands came up to cup your breasts, giving them a firm squeeze.

"Free those gorgeous tits, Buck. I want a taste," Mickey says, kissing along the hinge of your jaw.

You shook your head, glancing around at the crowd almost nervously. Your boyfriends were complete exhibitionists and how you ended up with them was a mystery. You were too shy to ever do the things you’d done with them before you’d met them. They made you brave and always made you feel beautiful and safe. You relaxed a bit seeing as though nobody was paying the three of you any mind.

"Don't worry, beautiful. No one cares," Bucky whispered reassuringly in your ear. He gave a sharp nip to your lobe before he grabbed the fabric along the low neckline of your dress and pulled it aside. Your breasts popped out, the dress no longer holding them in place, bouncing lightly as they're freed; nipples tightening from the chill of the club.

You opened your mouth to protest, choking on your words as Mickey's lips wrapped around your hard nipple, sucking needily. Bucky's hand began to knead and tweak the other, rolling your nipple between his fingers.

Your head fell back onto Bucky's shoulder, body arched as you let out a loud moan. It wasn't like anyone was going to be able to hear you over the loud music so you weren’t worried about it.

Bucky's hand dropped from your chest and slid down your abdomen as Mickey switched to the other breast. He moaned against your skin as your hands tugged at his hair.

"So fucking pretty. I always have to hold myself back from devouring you everywhere we go," Bucky growled, his hand slipping beneath the hem of your dress and finding its way between your legs.

Your panties, like the rest of your outfit, were just a piece of fabric. Nothing decent. And Bucky proved that with a twist of his wrist, ripping them right off you. His hand left your body for a moment and you knew he was stuffing them in the back pocket of his leather pants. They were probably half hanging out because he always liked to show off his trophies.

Mickey caught your lips in a hungry kiss as his hands continued to grope your breasts. His touch made you arch up into him, wanting no space between your bodies. Bucky's hips began to gyrate against the swell of your ass as his hand returned to its spot between your legs.

His fingers glided over your slit before dipping between your folds. His low groan in your ear sent a shiver down your spine. Your body was beginning to respond to both of their touches on its own, falling into a familiar pattern. Your hips seemed to be moving to the beat of the music, but really you were just trying to grind against the firmness in Bucky's pants. Anything to relieve this growing heat all over your body. If someone didn't make you cum soon, you were going end up fucking them both in the middle of the club.

Bucky rubbed slow, yet persistent, circles on your clit causing you to whimper into Mickey's mouth. It wasn't enough and, luckily, Bucky knew your body well enough to get that.

"She's getting needy, man," Bucky leaned in to whisper in Mickey's ear, "Slip a hand down here, she's fucking soaked. I think our girl needs us to make her feel good. She's earned it."

You whimpered again, bucking your hips to prove his point. Mickey gave you a chaste kiss before winking at you and ducking his head. He began sucking on your neck, his hand trailing down to replace Bucky's.

Bucky's lips pressed to the other side of your neck. Both men were focused on ruining you and all you could do was lose yourself in them. Mickey slipped a finger inside you, stretching you out a little; the ring on his finger cool against the walls of your warm channel. You were about to ask for more when another finger pushed into you from behind. Bucky matched Mickey's pace and your hips moved in time with them.

Mickey worked at stimulating your bundle of nerves, grinding his palm against it with each push of his finger, drawing another moan from you. It was hard to keep your cool, your knees felt like they were about to buckle and if you weren't pressed between two firm bodies, you probably wouldn't be upright.

You let out a squeak of surprise as Bucky removed his finger and swirled over your puckered hole, coating it with your slick. You thought he was going to push in but instead, he moved his finger back to your pussy. His thumb, however, pushed against the tight ring of your ass. The small hole stretched around him, and he kept going until you felt the smooth metal of his ring slide past the rim. With the new addition, you felt fuller, not as full as when their cocks were stuffed in you, but it was a pleasant feeling. One you needed more of. Their names fell from your lips like a repeating prayer, pleading them to keep going.

Your climax was coming fast, and both men felt it with the way you were pulsing around them, making them double their pace. Bucky bit down on your pulse point as Mickey captured a nipple, and they sent you hurtling over the edge. Your orgasm shattered through you and you dug your nails into Mickey's biceps, your whole body trembling. You clenched around their fingers, and they kept going until you were fully spent. Bucky pulled out first, letting you slump forward against Mickey. He licked his fingers clean before holding your hips to allow Mickey to do the same.

"Mhmm, you taste so good, baby," Mickey groaned, slurping lewdly. You smiled lazily at him, giving him a wink.

"Best I've ever had," Bucky whispered, kissing your cheek. "We should get out of here. I need to fill her up. Need you to fill her up. Watch both her holes full and dripping."

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Clear Blue (18+) (WIP; warnings: unplanned pregnancy, smut, language, angst; Mickey Henry x F!Reader)

Summary: You and Mickey have known each other since he moved to Greece. A couple of ex-pats, you flocked to each other for company. You were the first to find out his ex was pregnant and he was going to be a dad. You watched him try, and honestly fail, at the whole “being a dad” thing. And the two of you had a nice couple times hooking up. But Mickey has Chloe now and Mickey does what Mickey does best...he ghosts you. But now you have to break the silence.

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