Open RP Post

[wuzzafuzzle]

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obligatory smut option.

[debts]

[kulak]

[ it might have been a dumb idea to go prancing around the tower with a self-satisfied smirk on his lips that morning, standing around in boxers and a sleep shirt in the kitchen with Natalia. Coffee in hand, he'd spent a good twenty minutes detailing (in Russian (thankfully Steve hasn't learned it yet)) how he'd had Steve writing and whimpering under him the night before, while he gave him the best blow job he'd had in all his life, chin tilting up as he went on to how he'd ended up begging for release, pleading with him to crawl into his lap so he could fuck up into him. Steve's so so pretty when he's desperate, and they both know that.

Or maybe it was his best idea. Who knows. But the way he's dragged through a door as he's making his way through the halls and coming face to face with one Natalia Romanova, with an impressive strap on jutting out from her bare hips, he's thinking it'll be on the better side of his idea list. At least, that's what he's decided once he's on his knees in front of her, sucking at the smooth flesh on the inner side of her thigh, her lithe fingers curled tight in his hair and urging him towards the false cock rubbing against his cheek. Bucky's pretty sure he knows where this will be going, after he's spent a while getting it slick. He can't say he's that worried about it.

Obediently, he's dragging his tongue flat across the side of the shaft, leaving a wet trail before he comes to the tip, full lips sliding over where a slit would be, only lightly suckling as his eyes blink open to look up at her - fiercely bright hair framing her features as she looks down at him, kneeled like her own little toy to play with. He can't say he minds as he slips further down the silicon prick, red lips sealed around it with hollowed cheeks as he makes it a portion down before pulling back up, head tilting and tongue swirling as he pulls back with lips twisting over the shaft. If there were anyone with the super power to magically gain a cock, it should be Natalia. She'd probably be better at using it than most of the men would, honestly. Hands slips lower on her, seeking out the crux of her legs and he slides fingers along the slick heat he finds there languidly. He can multitask okay. ]

[debts]

Good—

[ There's the smallest, tiniest hitch to her breathing at the brush of his fingers. ]

—boy.

[ Forget about last night. Or rather-- Natasha can't stop thinking about it, the little satisfied uptick to the corner of James' mouth. She likes him, no question about who shaped the girl she used to be -- but Steve shaped the woman she is now, and that means what she feels for both of them runs parallel to love. It's the closest thing Natasha knows how to offer.

So: yes, there's desire too. One hand grips the toy at the base, loosely but still enough so he can give her a play-by-play. The other runs through his hair, pets affectionately at his scalp, lightly scratches her nails over the curve of his skull. Her hips don't buck -- they do sometimes, likes the gagging noises he makes, the wide-eyed look of appreciation when he glances up at her while he's on his knees. Instead, the hand in his hair leaves him, runs up the length of her body to pinch at her own nipples. ]

You must have ruined Steve last night, if he's not awake yet.