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Imagine you have a coworker who likes to bake. Every week, they bring in a batch of delicious, homemade cookies and leave them in the break room. Next to the plate of cookies is a sign, “If you like my cookies, could you please just leave me a note and tell me what you like about them? The more feedback you leave about what you like, the more incentive I have to bake.” A hundred coworkers walk by and take a cookie. One person leaves a note. “Great cookies! Bake some more soon!”

The next week, once again there are cookies in the break room with the same sign. Once again a hundred people take a cookie and only one person leaves a note. “Nice! More soon!”

Week Three- Once again, a hundred people take a cookie. No one leaves a note.

Week Four- One hundred people take a cookie. No note.

Week Five- There are no cookies. Someone leaves a note. “Where are the cookies? I loved them. Please, please bake some cookies.”

Week Six- There are no cookies. Ten people leave notes. “I miss your cookies. They were my favorites. I loved the chocolate chips. My friend really liked the way you had almonds in the cranberry ones.”

Week Seven- Motivated by the wonderful notes, the baking coworker stays up late to bake the best batch of cookies they have ever made. That week, a hundred people take a cookie. No one leaves a note. 

The co-worker gives up baking for their colleagues.

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hi all. breaking my hiatus to come on here and say thank you so much for an insane 12,000 notes on baby blues & tattoos!

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Do frat!steve x reader x frat!bucky smut i will die, OR FLUFF THO

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Words: 2148

Frat!Steve Rogers x Reader x Frat!Bucky Barnes

Warnings:Frat!Stucky! I am not sorry!;; competition, multiple orgasms, vaginal sex, eating pussy, not necessarily poly! but they're very cozy with their sexualities for sure.

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Note: this is frat bucky and steve rn👇

Your moans and gasps filled the room as your back arched and chest pressed into the toned chest above you.

You pressed your eyes shut, mind wandering back to how you found yourself in this situation in the first place. They were known for this... infamous around campus for only two things: the best parties on campus and their not so secret competition to see who can make the most women cum.

Internally, you rolled your eyes at yourself. How could you have let your guard down enough to find your way underneath not only one of them but both of them.

"Come on, sweets, we need a tie breaker before the semester ends," Steve whispered against your ear, muscled chest against your back as his hands pulled your hips back against him.

Your lungs filled with air as you took a deep steadying breath, feeling Steve's lips ghost over the goosebumps on your neck while Bucky's cool index finger traced the curve of your chin with a wicked smirk.

"Don't be shy, Pumpkin. You can ask anyone; We'll make you feel good," Bucky remarked smoothly, bringing a hand to his chest where he guided your hand farther down gently.

With your thighs clamped together, hand shaky while the other fisted the red henley to stop Bucky's guiding push, Steve's tongue left his mouth to trace the shell of your ear. He nibbled on the lobe gently, mumbling against it while Bucky's fingers began carding through your hair, "What's running through that pretty mind, Sweet cheeks? You're in charge here. Say the word and we'll stop. Won't we, Buck?"

He nodded in response, eyes flickering across your features before quipping with a smirk, "we can always find another tie breaker."

You felt Steve's cheeks lift as yours warmed, his smile blossoming as his arms wrap fully around your waist and pull you impossibly closer to him, feeling his hardening cock against your back, "You don't want us to stop, do you, Sweets?"

Your breath hitched in your throat, knees grew weaker as you realized just how ruined your panties were at their teasing. Your eyes met Bucky's seeing his cocky smile and dark eyes; your skin felt Steve's finger tips slipping gently underneath your shirt as the digits trailed along your goose-bumped abdomen, and you gathered the strength to utter your response, "no."

"Christ, Sweets, look at how wet you are," Steve teased, his face between your thighs as Bucky kicked his pants off.

Once they had joined the floor with the rest of yours and Steve's clothes, he stalked closer, nudging Steve and your leg over as he laid beside him, "lemme see," he muttered, wrapping an arm around your thigh so you couldn't close your legs.

"For someone who didn't want to be a tie breaker, you sure are dripping, Pumpkin."

Huffing needily, you wiggled your hips at the men between them, whining for attention before you could stop yourself. Pathetic.

Steve groaned at your pretty sounds, dipping his head to your cunt as his tongue swept up your juices. "Just as the name implies," Steve muttered, eyes raking up your body to meet your hungry gaze before continuing his thought, "Sweet."

Steve's tongue dove back to your cunt, flattening against your sopping core as he licked up your slit. Your head pushed back into the pillows, breath escaping you as you barely heard Bucky grumble, "Gotta taste for myself."

Next thing you knew, his tongue was taking the place of Steve's, lapping at your core while his moans vibrate against you. He hummed in agreement to Steve before they both delved into you. Their tongues lapped side by side against your core, working in tandem as they flicked your clit alternating between the two of them.

Your fingers wound in their hair, tugging them closer as your hips grind against their tongues, groans ripping through your vocal cords as your orgasm got closer and closer.

Steve and Bucky each wrapped a hand around your thighs, splaying their warmth against your abdomen as they held your hips still. Bucky's lips pepper along your inner thigh as Steve's focus was on your clit. His plump lips wrapped around the bud while Bucky's mouth licked and nipped at the soft skin of your thigh.

"What's the matter, Pumpkin," he asks dismissively, biting harshly at your skin and soothing it with the warmth of his tongue before answering his own question. "Gonna be a good girl and cum for us? Cum on Steve's tongue, pumpkin. I know you want to."

You preen at his words, writhing as Steve's tongue laved at your cunt, pushing the warm, wet muscle of his tongue into your tight walls while bringing Bucky's hand to your clit.

It was remarkable the way the men worked together to bring you closer to your downfall. Steve's tongue worked with his fingers to stroke against the spongey spot on your walls while Bucky's thumb circled tight circles against your clit.

You gasped sharply as your walls constricted around Steve's fingers, gaining a groan from the man. With a few more laps to your cunt, you felt the warm snap of your orgasm washing through you.

Groaning, Bucky left a gently kiss to your clit, stroking his cock as he watched your face contort while Steve lapped at your juices. An animalistic groan rattled his chest as he tasted your spend before peppering your thigh with kisses as you came down from your high.

They watched as you panted, waiting for you to open your eyes before Steve moved on the bed to sit beside you, back resting on the headboard, cock fisted in his grip.

"Good job, Pumpkin. That was the warm up; ready to judge?" Bucky asked as he sat on his knees between your thighs.

Your eyes rolled as you groaned, not thinking they were serious before. Steve chuckled beside you, fingers ghosting over your arm as he questioned, "Did you think we were joking, Sweet cheeks?"

You giggled lightly, hiding your face behind your hands as you murmured your small, "yeah."

Bucky pulled your hands away from your face, bringing each palm to his lips as he chided you, "Pumpkin, what would make you think we would joke about something as serious as a woman's orgasms?"

A blush flooded your cheeks as he looked down at you, rubbing his cock head against your slit and teasing your clit. "Thought you could get someone else to break your little tie?"

Bucky smirked at your sudden bravery, pushing his cock into your warm cunt and groaning as you gasped when he bottomed out in you. He stilled inside you, lifting your legs over his shoulders so he could bend down and kiss your lips gently. "We don't want anyone else, Pumpkin," he whispered against your lips, punctuating his statement by snapping his hips into you.

"Fuck," you moaned breathlessly, feeling his cock gently hitting your cervix as his fingers once more found your clit.

As if you hadn't just orgasmed on Steve's tongue, you quickly felt your second winding up. Your fingers wrapped around Bucky's cheeks, pulling him deeper. He groaned above you, smirking as he glanced to Steve, muttering, "See that, Rogers? She's so desperate for my cock she's pulling me in."

Steve grumbled under his bated breath, fist holding his cock as he waited not so patiently for his turn.

"Come on, Pumpkin. Gonna cum, baby. Cum on my cock, Pumpkin," Bucky groans in your ear, his head nestled in your neck which allows his lips to nip at the sweet spot below your ear.

Writhing under the fingers on your clit and the dick against your g-spot, you cum with a quick shout. Your eyes screwed shut as your pussy clamped around his cock, drawing a guttural moan out of his chest, "Christ, Pumpkin, squeezin' me so tight, fuck."

He pulls his cock out, stroking himself at the sam punishing rate that he was fucking you. "Where do you want me, Pumpkin. Mouth or chest?"

Your mouth drops open just as quickly as he can ask the question, wiggling yourself down the bed closer to his aching cock just as he grunts and releases his hot release on your face. You gasp when it reaches your face, giggling up at his shocked expression. "Fuck, Pumpkin. I'm sorry; not usually that bad at aiming."

You giggled, fingertips collecting the white liquid as Steve urged Bucky to move out of his way. You brought your fingers to your mouth, smiling around the digits as Steve grumbled above you.

"Fuck, sweets. You ready?" He asked and you nodded, wrapping your hands around his biceps as he slowly inched himself into you. Inch by inch, he sunk his cock into your walls, groaning as you enveloped his girth.

He fucked you slower than Bucky, ignoring his need to fuck you into the mattress for the sake of winning, but it was still more punishing. He wrapped your legs around his waist, fucking into you at a slow, deep pace while he lowered his face to yours and licked at the spare cum you'd forgotten from Bucky.

A whine rang out through your mouth when his fingers tapped against your overstimulated clit. "Gonna give us one more, sweet cheeks?" Steve asked, fingers pinching at your clit and making your vision blurry as tears began to brim your eyes.

You remained silent at his question, too focused on the sensation of his cock dragging in and out of your wet heat painfully slow and hips smacking against yours harshly to be able to form a response. Quickly, you realized, unlike Bucky, Steve expected a verbal response. His fingers smacked against your clit, cock pushing against your cervix as he repeated himself slowly, malice laced in his tone, "Are you going to give us one more? Don't be stupid, Sweets. Answer me."

You gasped at the sudden darkness in his tone, looking up to see a completely different Steve than the one who sits in your Art class. You nodded as you replied, "yes. Yes, Steve."

He smiled at your obedience, using his fingers to rub circles against the sore nub and making you groan animalistically when the pleasure mixed with pain. His hips remained at a steady pace, slowly shoving himself into your constricting walls as his balls knock against your asshole. You groan as the sensations became too much. Your hands pushed against his abs, wanting a reprieve, but your legs wrapped around him even tighter, not allowing him an option to stop even if it was what you truly wanted. So you turned your head away from him, screwing your eyes shut as your orgasm rattled the bones in your exhausted body.

"Look at that, Bucky," Steve remarked, fingers pinching your cheeks together as he turned your face to look up at him, thumb pulling your mouth open as he spat into the orifice. "Our smart Sweet cheeks is so dumb for our cocks. Can't even look at me when she makes a mess on my cock."

With your lip between your teeth, you groaned at the man, looking up at him as your body shook under the weight of your third orgasm and the man above you. Before you had a moment to register your surroundings, Steve had pulled his cock out of your tight cunt, tugging himself above you before spurting his cum along your chest with a deep groan.

You laughed softly as Steve crashed against your body, head nuzzling in your neck where his lips left chaste kisses between pants. Bucky chuckled at the sight, standing to bring a damp towel to the both of you. "Christ, Steve. You fuck the others like that, too?"

Steve winced slightly as he used the towel to clean your body gently. "Sorry, Sweets. 'was a little rough," he muttered softly, making Bucky laugh.

You leaned up, pecking his nose as you whispered to the man, "I'm good, Steve. Don't worry 'bout it."

Bucky jumps back on the bed, laying on one side of your body as Steve moves to the other. "Well, tiebreaker," Bucky teased, wiggling his eye brows down at you while pulling a blanket around your body. "Who was better?"

You groan at the impossible task, covering your face with your hands when both men simply looked to you for your answer. Their fingers traced absently against your skin, legs tangling with yours as they got comfortable in the bed.

"I think she needs more, Buck."

"Yeah, she seems like she needs more data to analyze."

Your eyes widened at the men, clamping your thighs closed at the idea of more, but the men simply chuckled, leaving chaste kisses on your face before settling in the bed further.

"Get some sleep, Pumpkin. Whoever wakes up first gets the honors of your sweet cunt first."

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better than revenge ✧ bucky barnes

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inspired by: this tiktok that @rebelemilu​ sent me

pairing: ex’s dad!bucky x fem!reader

summary: your boyfriend cheats on you, so you fuck his dad.

word count: 1,540

warnings?: 18+ MINORS DNI, mention of cheating, incest (but not between the reader and bucky), age difference but the reader is 18+, fingering, slight praise kink, daddy kink, possessiveness

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borderline | t.h & h.o

pairing: tom holland | fem. reader | harrison osterfield

genre: smut (18+ only, minors dni) | pwp

warnings: edging, anal sex, nipple clamps, overstimulation, oral sex, double penetration, toys, cum play, unprotected sex, fingering, degradation, voyeurism, masturbation, spanking, dom/sub themes, exhibitionism, overall nasty stuff omg be prepared

word count: 2.5k

summary: after teasing tom all week long, he decides to dish back with his bedroom door wide open. you shouldn’t hold your breath for his roommate, harrison, to come home late. 

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It all started with a pair of squinted eyes, a clenched jaw, and a tight-lipped command. You’re not going out in this outfit.

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Summary: after you try getting back into a relationship you did the waiting and the night after you slept together he sneaks away. You then turn to your ex fwb, Harry, who helps you out.

Warnings: smut, oral (fem rec), 'love making', protected sex, swearing, smidge of angst, fluff.

Pairing: fwb! Harry x fwb! Reader

Word count: 1.6k

Your pov:

"Harry! You in?" You shouted, knocking on the door of his apartment. You heard his feet padding along the hardwood floor inside before the door unlocked revealing a worried looking Harry.

"Oh darling, what happened?" He asked sympathetically, taking in the sad appearance that rested on your facial features.

"He screwed me over" you chuckled, wiping the tears from your cheeks. Harry sighed and wrapped his arms around you.

"Even after the 5 date thing?" Harry asked, kissing the top of your head gently before standing back a bit and bringing you into his apartment.

"Yup, dick snuck out while I was making us coffee" you nodded, standing back a bit and hiding your hands in your jumpers sleeves.

"Wow, what an asshole" Harry scoffed feeling his heart clench for you.

"You know, maybe it really is just me, maybe I actually am the problem." You scoffed, sitting down on his couch with a sigh.

"What are you talking about? Of course it's not you." Harry spoke, sitting next to you.

"Maybe I'm bad in bed" you shrugged, making Harry scoff loudly, followed by you giggling slightly.

"Trust me y/n, you're not bad in bed" Harry scoffed, you smiled and nodded your head. Before you tried getting back into a relationship you and Harry would have a 'casual fuck' some may call it. You were friends with benefits, you had agreed that nothing would happen between you two and it was just sex, though after you felt yourself growing feelings for Harry you backed out, deciding it'd be safer if you left it before it became too real, and feelings got hurt.

"Thanks, I just wanted a relationship you know, not one where I'd be walked out on, where a guy can just shut me up with a kiss whenever he pleases-"

You were cut off when you felt a set of lips on yours, you gasped and fell back on the sofa, leaving Harry hovering over you.

"Fuck, darling I'm sorry-"

"Shut up an just continue, please" you whimpered, pulling him back over you. He grunted and gently started grinding his hips into yours making your breath hitch. You tried to grind your hips back, making a deep rumble come from Harry's chest as he chuckled against your lips.

"Nuh uh uh love, I want to take my time today angel" he muttered against your lip. You whined slightly as he took your bottom lip in his and tugging on it. Before moving his lips to your jaw and neck.

His lips were soft against the skin of your neck, his hands were trailing all over your body, every inch of skin that he could reach. He pulled his lips away from your skin as he went to peel off the fabric of your shirt.

The deep rumble from his chest returned as he chuckled when he saw you try too desperately chase after the soft plumpness of his lips. He took off your shirt easily, a low growl escaping his lips when he found you weren't wearing a bra underneath. He attached his lips too your skin once again, but this time he was more fierce when nipping down on the soft flesh.

His mouth trailed all the way down to the waistband of your (his) sweatpants. He lay comfortably between your legs, your nipples were perky in anticipation as you awaited his next move. His left hand dragged its way up your body to gently cup your hand in his, which he gave it a gentle squeeze.

His right hand gently dipped into the waistband of the sweatpants. You raised your hips and helped him pull them, along with your panties, off of your body. His fingers gently ran through your slit, a smirk etching on his lips as he felt just how wet you were. He got closer to your awaiting cunt and lifted both of your thighs over his shoulders. He looked up at your eager eyes and gave you a cheeky wink before diving into your folds.

"Harry" you moaned. You felt your hips buck up into his face, making him groan back before he pinned down your waist with both of his hands. Your hand trailed down your own body, tangling your fingers into his curly locks, pushing him slightly further into your cunt.

His tongue lapped up the sweet juices of your cunt as he tried too near you as close as he could to your so desired high.

His tongue traveled further down to your tight opening, pushing in the soft muscle to taste more of you. A gasp rolled from your lips and your hips instinctively rolled on their own accord, letting the large muscle hit spots in you that you hadn't felt in a while.

You felt the knot in your stomach bubble up and your body grew more erratic as he pushed you too the edge using only his tongue. You moans only grew louder as you got closer and closer to your high. He felt you clenching on his tongue as he fucked you with it.

"Harry, I'm gonna cum- shit" you choked, feeling your high just on the brink. You groaned when you felt his mouth tear away.

"I know. You're forgetting bunny, I know your body better than you know the back of your hand" he smirked, kissing his way back up your body till he got to your lips.

"Why didn't you let me cum?" You asked in a hushed whisper, he smirked against your lips, giving you one more firm kiss before giving you your answer.

"Because as much as I'd love to taste your cum on my tongue I'd prefer you too cum on my cock," he nodded, rolling a condom onto his hard shaft. Yet he still had his shirt on.

"Take off your shirt, I want to feel you properly" you said lowly, making Harry's cock twitch slightly as his tip grazed your clit. He sat up on his knees and peeled his shirt off of his body, revealing the body you so admired.

You both moaned as he began to push his cock into your tight cunt, his forehead came down to yours as he let you adjust to him, something he'd do every-time before sex. Your hips naturally bucked up to meet his as you felt yourself ready for him, he took the hint and slowly moved out of your cunt that hugged his shaft tightly before slowly moving back in.

"Fuck love, squeezing me so tight, shit" he groaned. Your hands made their way to his back, your nails scratching down the soft skin, marking him with your nails.

This time was different. Usually by now his hips would be snapping against yours harshly, the sound of slapping skin would bounce across the walls as you reached your highs in a matter of minutes, but this time his thrusts were slow, passionate and carefully accurate.

Your hand squeezed the sofas cushions beneath you as your body writhed beneath him. The tip of his cock dove deeper into your walls, hitting your g-spot easily, driving you mad with pleasure. Your moans grew louder as he gently pounded into your sweet cunt.

You wrapped your legs around his waist, helping him hit a deeper angle inside of you. He groaned when he felt your walls hug him tighter as you both began to feel your highs approaching.

His lips smashed onto yours, swallowing your moans and whines down his throat. His tongue dominated yours in seconds as the tip of his cock kept hitting that special spot inside of you drawing you closer and closer to the edge, and this time you were able to let go.

"Harry, shit I'm gonna cum, please" you choked, your cunt clench around his cock, sending him too the edge too. His hand reached in between your bodies, finding your clit and rolling it between his fingers.

"Cum for me kitten" he encouraged sending you over the edge easily. Your pussy clenched harder around him as you came, hard.

"Shit love, fuck" he groaned, feeling himself tipping over the edge himself as he filled the condom up with his seed, your cunt squeezing everything out of him. He rode out the rest of your highs together, still kissing his lips as you came down from it.

"Fuck, hold on, let's clean you up" he chuckled, standing up and tugging up his sweatpants again before running off the bathroom.

He came back moments later with a damp towel, crouching down before you and cleaning you up and giving your thigh a kiss.

"You gotta go pee as well love" he smiled, standing up and giving you a hand up. "I'll go get you some fresh clothes as well" he nodded, but before he could turn away you stopped him.

"Wait, Baz, uh" you said, he turned around and looked into your eyes, desire and love drowning the brown from his eyes.

"Look I don't know if you noticed, but this time was different, you were slower and more gentle than usual and I just wanted to know why?" You asked, cringing at your choice of wording. He chuckled, and took your hands in his, giving each a small squeeze.

"I think we both know that we love each other darling, now go pee okay, we are going out for dinner..." he smiled, leaning in and pecking your cheek. You stood there slightly stunned, though you knew he wasn't wrong.

"Oh and love.. don't worry, I've got the perfect dress for you to wear tonight" he winked.

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Can I have my virginity back? ~ Harry Holland (smut version)

pairing: harry holland x osterfield!reader

warnings: swearing, sexual innuendos, fluff, smut (18+) under the cut, mature content

summary: your brother is harrison osterfield and your secret boyfriend is harry holland

word count: 2,3k+

author's note: so this is alternative version of the fic that i've already posted before but i wanted to write a smut and here it is, hope you enjoy it as much as the original one, luv J xx

You were dating Harry for some time now but no one besides the two of you knew.

First of all, you really liked the rush of adrenaline that came with sneaking out and being all secretive.

Second of all, you didn’t want to answer all of these nosy questions from your friends and listen to their teasing.

Third of all you really didn’t want your brother Harrison to know about your boyfriend. Let’s just say he was just a little overprotective of you.

The thing about Harrison was the fact that you never know if he's serious or not. Example? Before you and your previous boyfriend got together Harrison was threatening him in a friendly manner. To this day no one knew if he was joking or not but poor lad ran away faster than he came into your life.

So you decided to not say anything at least for some time.

You were doing pretty great with keeping everything low until one afternoon when you all were sitting in the boys' living room. It wasn’t something new because you hung out with them a lot, even before you started dating Harry.

It was really no one’s fault that the news slipped. Well, okay, maybe it was kinda your fault. Flirting between you and your boyfriend in front of everyone was nothing new and they didn’t really care about it. After all, it was just an innocent flirt, right?

At the beginning it was. But then you both got drunk and made out in your local pub loo. One thing led to another and you both developed huge crushes on each other and started going out together and eventually he asked you to be his girlfriend.

And then the sneaking out began. You actually really liked that, the excitement, the adrenaline rush. It was something only yours and his. Something intimate and special. But shit happens.

You were sitting on the couch with boys watching another season of ‘Love Island’ while Harry was getting ready for golfing with his dad. He was looking for one of his favorite hoodies he forgot you took from his closet.

It truly was just a flirting and teasing that he even asked about this stupid piece of clothes but that one question has made a lot of damage.

When he saw his hoodie on you he decided to play with you a bit and see if you give him back his property or not. He should have known better.

‘Hey, Y/N, can I have my sweatshirt back?’ He asked, looking at you with a sly grin.

You haven’t thought about your answer, too occupied with your phone and totally forgetting about boys’ presence.

‘I don’t know, babe. Can I have my virginity back?’

The room fell completely silent. Chatter between Tom and Harrison died as soon as you finished talking. Harry looked at you with fright in his eyes and to be honest he looked kinda funny with all the colors draining from his face. Tom choked on his protein drink and Harrison’s hand flew to cover his mouth. They all were staring at you.

‘What?’

‘Y/n’ Harry said your name and realization hit you like a brick.

‘Oh. OH. I was just joking! C’mon, guys. Stop looking at me like that, I was kidding.’

Harrison looked pissed but his expression softened a little.

‘You better be cuz if not I’ll kill you, mate.’ He pointed at Harry.

After that Harry went out to hang out with his dad and you just went on with your own day not thinking much about the whole hoodie and virginity fiasco. Throughout the time he wasn’t home you helped boys with house chores and finally finished your uni work.

By the time Harry came home Haz and Tom had disappeared in their rooms to run some of their errands so you and your boyfriend had at least an hour to yourselves.

‘I missed you today.’

You were laying on top of him while he had his hands on your lower back playing with the hem of your jeans.

‘I missed you too, I had a really shitty game without you cheering me on.’

‘Aw baby,’ you cooed, ‘I’ll come with you next time.’

He smiled at you and kissed your cheeks and nose a few times. You giggled at his antics because he was oh so sweet and you were actually kinda ticklish. Finally he leaned in and properly kissed you. It started innocently, just small, short, lovely kisses but after a while it turned into a heated making out. You gasped when his palms found their place at your bottom and he smiled. During the kiss you realized he turned you over and you were under him. You made your way with kisses down his jaw and neck when you heard knock on the door.

‘Just a second!’

You quickly sat on your side of the bed and pretended you were busy watching whatever was on Harry’s laptop screen.

When the door opened you saw Harrison.

‘Sup mate?’

You were actually really impressed by Harry’s acting skills and the fact that he was so calm while facing your brother after what you just did. You were sure that your face was bright red.

‘I just wanted to borrow your speaker. Y/N?’ He furrowed his brows.

‘Oh we’re just watching a movie.’

There was an awkward silence for a moment until Harry spoke up again.

‘Sooo you wanted my speaker?’

‘Yeah, can I have it?’

He just nodded and gave Harrison the device. Your brother looked at both of you.

‘No funny business here, you two.’

After that he left the room and you felt all the tension go away from your body.

‘That was close.’ You said and leaned into Harry again as he wrapped his arms around your waist.

‘Yeah but would it be that bad if he knew?’ You looked at him with shock.

'Kinda I guess? I mean he would most likely freak out and make a big fuss about it and I really like having you just to myself.'

He sighed, kissing you in the crown of your head.

***

Few days later you and Harry were at a boys place all on your own again. Harrison went to hang out with his girlfriend, Tuwaine was visiting his family and Tom was out of town doing whatever he had to with his new film promotion. Surprisingly Tom gave Harry a few days off so he could stay with you and finally have some time to yourselves.

You were currently in the kitchen cooking while Harry was drinking his beer. You were focused on chopping veggies for salad when he came and hugged you from behind.

‘Hey! No PDA in my kitchen!’

‘That’s not your kitchen, darling.’

'It can be if I move here.'

Silence.

Shallow breathe.

'You're moving in?'

'Do you want me to move in?'

'C'mon Y/N, enough with the teasing. Are you really moving in with us?'

'I've spoken to Tom about the possibility. I mean it's a cheaper option for all of us and it's closer to the university. The house is huge and for most of the time you're not even here. I can be your caretaker.'

'Sooo I'll be able to sneak into your room anytime I want, huh'

Harry smirked and turned you around so your back was pressed to the counter and his hands were firmly on your hips.

‘What you’re gonna do about that, Holland?’

‘I’ve got a few things on my mind.’

You both were terrible at flirting yet neither of you wouldn’t want it any other way.

Harry was looking at you with such an adorable look on his face that you were actually melting inside.

‘You’re gonna kiss me or?’

‘It works both ways, baby. You can do it first.’

You rolled your eyes and were about to lean into him when you felt his lips on yours. The kiss was sweet and slow but rather quickly turned into some kind of a foreplay. Harry grabbed your thighs and sat you on the counter standing between your slightly parted legs. His hands on your waist, yours in his auburn locks, his shirt on the floor, your skirt rolled up to your stomach.

‘I fucking love you.’ He whispered into your lips breaking the kiss only for a few seconds.

‘I’m in love with you, Harry Holland.’

His hands started to roam around your body while his lips were working on a hickey exactly on the spot that could be easily hidden. You quietly sighed, arching your back so your breasts were pressed into his chest. He went down with his lips leaving a wet path from your neck to cleavage. He tugged on your shirt.

‘Can I take that off?’

You nod. With the shirt off you reached behind yourself to unclasp your bra and take it off. Harry’s eyes widened as he started sucking on your nipples. You moaned and put your hands into his hair. As you pulled on it he pressed his hard on to your clothed core. In the meantime you unbuckled his jeans and pulled them down so they pooled around his feet.

‘Wanna take it upstairs?’

He asked, teasing you through your panties.

You nodded and he lifted you from the counter and you wrapped your legs around his middle. His hands moved to your butt and gave it a gentle squeeze and went to his bedroom.

He laid you down on the bed and stared at you for a few seconds and breathed loudly through his nose.

'You're fucking breathtaking love.'

You got bored of laying there and the heat between your legs was too much to take it slow. Also you were aware of the boys who may come home in any minute.

'C'mon, lover boy, we don't have time for that.'

'So quicky?'

You nodded.

'Then quicky it is.'

He tore your panties apart and throwed useless fabric on the floor.

'Foreplay or…?'

'Just come here, Holland.'

You kissed him getting comfortable on his lap. You gently rocked yourself on his cock just to create friction and tease him a little. You moaned quietly and Harry took his chance to put his tongue into your mouth. You fought for dominance for a while but he slipped himself inside you and you couldn't care less about winning this competition.

The room was completely quiet except the sound of your skin hitting with his, your soft moans, his shallow breaths and the sound of praise he whispered to your ear.

'Are you close?'

Nod.

'Okay baby. Let go, I got you.'

You kissed him again just to muffle your moans but he started kissing your neck and cheeks.

'You're beautiful.'

You clenched around him and felt him shuddering inside you. He changed your position so he was on top again. He thrust into you a few more times and you felt your body tremble under him.

'That's it love. I got you.'

You felt blissful but at the same time like you lost all your energy. He slipped out of you and kissed you on the forehead.

'What about you?'

'I'm fine love.'

'No. Let me.'

You wrapped your hand around his shaft and massaged it until he let out a low groan.

'Thank you.'

Another kiss on the forehead.

'Pleasure's all mine.'

After you both cleaned yourself and put underwear on, you laid on his bed.

'I guess I really can't take my virginity back, huh'

'I think it would be rather hard to do so.'

You laughed and kissed him.

You weren't doing a lot, just gentle kisses and cuddling but still you two were too wrapped up in each other to hear the sound of the front door open.

Harrison came into the kitchen with a smile on his lips, left the groceries and went upstairs to look for whoever was home at the moment. He walked into Harry's room and his happy demeanor died in a second he saw half naked Harry kissing you. His younger sister.

‘What the actual fuck you think you’re doing, Holland?!’

Harry automaticly covered your body with his.

Harrison really was about to pull him on the floor and kick his ass but decided to wait a moment before he did that.

‘Calm down, Harrison.’

‘Y/N don’t tell me to calm down after everything that I just saw. I don’t allow this. You won’t hook up with my sister.’ You gasped in shock.

‘Mate,’ Harry decided to be the one talking after he saw your expression. He was positive you would just start an unwanted fight with the blonde. ‘we’re in love and you can’t change that. She’s not another hook up, she’s it for me.’

Harrison was looking at both of you still hesitating. How could he let that easily go of the fact that you’re dating one of his best friends?

‘How long?’

‘Few months.’

'Few months?! And I'm finding out about this now?!'

'Yeah, cuz we knew you're gonna react like that and throw a tantrum like a fucking toddler!'

He took a deep breath to release some tension.

'Why would I?!'

'Because apparently I'm off limits? And you're going to kill him?'

'But I was just joking. I couldn't just said to him that he can fuck my little sister. What kind of brother would I be?'

'The cool one maybe?' He rolled his eyes at your antics.

‘Fine. But no PDA in front of me. No PDA at all to be honest.’

‘We can’t swear there won’t be any but thank you, Haz. It means a lot to both of us.’

‘That’s alright,’ he hardened his stare again, 'but if you hurt her I’m gonna actually physically hurt you.’

‘I know you will. But I also know that it won’t be necessary. I’m not planning on that.’

***

‘Well,’ Harry lied down next to you. ‘It went better than I thought it would.’

You just hummed and put the duvet over both of you and settled your head in the crook of his neck.

‘I’m happy with you, Y/N. Even though I can’t have my hoodie back.’

‘I’m happy with you, too. Even though I can’t have my virginity back.’

You laughed at his hurt expression.

‘Oh so now you’re the one to complain huh?’

He flipped you so he was pressing your body to the mattress. Let’s just say you didn’t laugh for the rest of the night.

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MINOR INCONVENIENCE [MASTERLIST]

A series of "minor" inconveniences have been dictating your relationship with Tom lately, and you're thinking maybe enemies with benefits isn't exactly working out for you.

Teasers :

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapters :

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

[angeli-marco-writes]

I'm taking an indefinite break from this blog.

All current posts will still be available to view, but I won't be writing or uploading anymore.

Today I'll be clearing my drafts of fic recs, tagged under the tag in the bar below.

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CAN YOU DO ONE WHEN reader and Tom's or Harry (holland) sex tape gets leaked? and reader is panicking and she calls tom when she finds people at a party watching it bc she heard muffled moaning and "fuck tommy " "your so tight y/n "involves holland brothers and haz to comfort them both

My requests are closed.

[angeli-marco-writes]

Harry Holland - Make It Up To You

A/N & WC - I think friends to lovers Harry Holland is my favourite thing? Also this is kinda in honour of his bday on Monday. Or just Harry in general. I do not know Harry, nor do I claim to: this is a work of fiction. 5k.

Warnings - angst, bickering, so much swearing, smut: wet dream, pillow humping, oral (f rec). 18+

Summary - You haven't seen Harry for a while when you come to stay with him, but you at least expect your best friend to keep plans with you once in a while despite his busy schedule. He promises to make it up to you, but it's the inflection of the 'how' that has you intrigued...

STAYING AT HARRY’S HOUSE while on a break from your travels was a given. Where else would you stay other than with your best friend in his ridiculously luxurious apartment? He doesn’t even make you pay rent, no matter how long you stay or how much water you use.

However, you’d certainly imagined that it would be more... sociable than it is currently. Harry is working so much that you’ve seen him for a sum total of three hours, and you’ve been here for a week. It’s never been this long before.

“We can have a movie night when I get home,” he promised you on his way out the door this morning with a fleeting kiss to your cheek, and a plate of stacked waffles left behind him, maple-scented smoke piping from them. And setting off the smoke alarm a moment later.

You ate the waffles you cooked for him, gave the place a once over with the duster and vacuum, and here you are, alone in his living room, half an hour after he promised to be home. Waiting.

He waited for you, you can definitely give him that. You were away for six months on the last stint, barely able to text him weekly, let alone every day like you’d previously promised you would. And he still waited, and sent you any and all important updates in his life while hoping you had the best time and applying no pressure for you to reply, since you were living your dream, even if that meant you were away from him. So why are you getting so impatient while waiting for him to return from work? What gives you the right? Indignance, that’s what.

It’s not like you and Harry haven’t been through stretches like this before. You lived together while you were at university and while he was working in America and Germany and lord knows where else with his brother. But then you were able to speak. He’d face-time you at a certain time every couple of days, and if he had to cancel, you’d always rearrange, and spend every minute together once he returned.

Right now, you just really miss Harry. The sort of missing that creates an ache in your chest. He couldn’t be avoiding you, could he?

The clock chimes eight o’clock. He’s an hour late.

And nine o’clock. Two hours.

By half past nine, you’ve finished all the Chinese take-out. He’s not coming. He’s probably at the pub with his crew mates, or going home with a girl. Not that you can fault him on a single front, but it still stings like salt in a fresh wound.

You eject the DVD you’d paused at the very first moment, put your used cutlery in the already-packed dishwasher which you slip a tablet into and switch on, turn all the lights off, lock the front door, and make your way to bed. If Harry’s not coming home, you can steal his bed just for the night. It’s bigger than yours in the spare room, comfier, and, as reluctant as you are to admit it, it smells of him.

By half past ten, the curtains are drawn, the room is enveloped in darkness, and you’re sound asleep, wistfully dreaming of Harry’s return.

———

Running a hand through his ginger curls, Harry slips through the door just as the grandfather clock down the hall chimes midnight. He’s cautious about the door snicking shut behind him, assuming you to be sound asleep already, since why wouldn't you be?

He is five hours late, and berating himself for it. And that’s the whole reason he doesn’t want to wake you. He’ll make it up to you tomorrow, he swears, by returning every kind gesture you’ve offered him in the past week that he’s shut down with only self preservation in mind.

He once again runs a hand through his red locks as he toes off his converse at the front door, tucking them into the cubby hole.

The apartment is in darkness, not even the lamp in the living room left on to give a faint glow like last night. He has to stumble through and grapple for the door handle to his bedroom, and even as he enters, he almost stumbles over the foot of his own bed.

“Shit,” he blasphemes, pulling his torch out and shining it through the room. You don’t usually turn all the lights off, he thinks.

That’s when he sees a bump beneath his duvet.

“Y/n?” he hisses, low and gruff.

Yet, you don’t stir.

“Y/n?” he repeats, softer this time, edging nearer to the bed.

Still nothing.

You roll over in bed, grasping at the pillow from the other side and tugging it down beneath the duvet with you. He’s watched you sleep before, even slept in the same bed as you on a few occasions, and you always do this. A chuckle bubbles in his throat as he thinks about that time you yanked a pillow out from beneath his head in order to hug it instead of him, but he forces the memory away.

As your eyes flutter, Harry briefly thinks he’s woken you, so he stills. Like a statue, he observes your breathing settling back to normal with only your usual amount of wriggling.

A smile creeps across his freckled face as he thinks of the last time you shared a bed, and you haven’t done so since for good reason. Harry had but a sliver of the mattress and even less blanket. You kicked him all night, accidentally slapping him once or twice. The only upside was that you didn’t make any noise, unlike Harry himself, who is a terrible snorer, he internally concedes.

After that event, you agreed never to share a bed again, because you got a pittance of sleep that night. And that’s the reason Harry begins to undress, folding his jeans over the back of his chair and hurling his shirt into the laundry basket with finite precision, and reaches for the door. He can crash in the spare room tonight.

A whimper rents the silence, and it sure as hell didn’t come from him.

With a shaky hand, he removes his grip on the door handle. His bare feet shuffle towards the bed of their own volition: he whispers your name again, and this time solicits a response.

“Harry…”

He flicks the torch back on on his phone, and shines it on the bed, shielding your face from the harsh light with his hand cupped around the camera. Beneath the duvet he can faintly decipher the shape of your hips rutting into the pillow. Christ he wishes he hadn’t seen that, because now it’ll be etched in his mind forever, along with every other unholy fantasy he’s developed of you since the dawn of your friendship.

It’s like his body moves before his mind can in the next couple of moments, because suddenly he’s in bed beside you, his fingers hovering over your cheek as pretty little moans and prayers of his name spill from your perfect lips.

One trembling hand gravitates to your hip beneath the sheets, only to find, much to his shock, that it’s bare. As he skims up the side of your body his fingers catch on the fabric of your shirt—no, his—bunched up just beneath your bust.

“Y/n, wake up.”

Shaking you gently, he watches your eyes flutter open at last.

“Harry?”

“It’s me, baby,” he whispers, voice suddenly hoarse, eyes searching your tired face for any indication of awareness of what you were just doing, but it doesn’t come, and his mind starts beginning to convince him that he imagined it all. And that he woke you up, inducing your wrath, for nothing.

“Don’t fucking ‘baby’ me,” you then snap, as if flipping a switch. Angry y/n is in place, and Harry doesn’t like them one bit. “You fucking ditched me. Again. How many hours late is this, Harry? Come on, that’s not fair. And then you wake me up?”

“You’re in my bed.”

You scoff, rolling your eyes as you turn over, “I’ll go back to the spare room.”

“No!” His arm darts out to catch yours before you can stray too far. “Stay. Please. I’m sorry, I promise I’ll make it up to you.”

You daren’t meet his piercing, hazel gaze, lest your resolve shatter, so you scoff derisively and straighten your shirt. “How, Harry? Waving a magic wand and taking us back before uni? Before travelling? You can’t do that.”

Ouch, he thinks, yet you’re right, and that’s what stings. So if you’re going all in, so is he. No holds barred.

“Were you having a sex dream about me?”

Now he’s caught you out. You feel yourself begin to fluster, cheeks heating of their own volition, embarrassment creeping through you like a shiver. Perhaps you were: it’s all a little foggy right now, but judging by the conspicuous wet patch on your underwear and the pillow between your thighs, you’d say a sex dream is a pretty safe bet. But for him to discover the crush you’ve been harbouring on him for the past five years in this way? Not what you intended. This is still salvageable, right?

You gulp, “Not everything is about you, Harry. It could’ve been any one of the other dozen Harry’s I know.”

“But I know you, darling,” he purrs, prowling over the bed to reach you. “And I know when you’re lying. It was about me, wasn’t it?”

You shake your head this time, not trusting your voice, especially not when Harry’s hot, cigarette-scented breath fans the shell of your ear.

“I can feel your heart beating from here.”

“Okay, fine. Maybe I was dreaming about you, but that doesn’t mean I’m not fucking fuming at you!” At last you meet his gaze with a powerful scowl, fisting the duvet as you enunciate every word. “You stood me up again! What the hell time is this? And now you think you can taunt me? And for what? I’ll find a hotel tomorrow.”

“Let me make it up to you.”

Your brow arches, scepticism rife within you. “Didn’t you just come home from another girl’s house?”

“What?!” he explodes, his cheeks growing red with fury, embarrassment, shame, “no! Why the fuck would you think that of me?”

“You’re creeping back into the house at midnight with your hair all rumpled. You forget I know what you’re like.”

A beat of silence pounds between you, just starting to become awkward, when he concedes, “That’s fair. I was with the lads, I’m sorry, baby. Now will you please let me make it up to you?” His eyes grow darker, pupils blown with lust as they bore into your own. “I know your pretty pussy wants me to.”

Fuck you want to hate him right now, but your pussy is aching for him, throbbing in pure need. Years in the making, and it all comes down to the next split second. Of course you’re absolutely fucking seething at him for missing everything the past week, but if the rumours about his tongue are right then maybe you can forgive him…

“Fuck, okay.”

His smirk is purely feral, eyes piercing your soul as he moves slowly, tantalisingly down your body. Skilled fingers pick up the bunched hem of your shirt while his other palm slips beneath you, flat against your spine, drawing you down until only the crown of your head rests on his pillow, comfortably though.

“Shirt, off,” he commands, “I wanna see those pretty tits bounce as I eat your sweet pussy.”

Wow. You definitely never knew that he was so good at dirty talk. You’re already desperately wet, but his words, in that gorgeous accent of his, add another wave of heat to your core.

You scramble to rid yourself of his shirt while he moves slowly away from you, but you don’t miss the way his hands fist into balls at the lack of contact. You can barely tear your eyes from him as he looms at the bottom of the bed in all his glory. His thick cock is barely contained by his very tight Calvin Klein boxers, and you can confirm that his happy trail matches his unruly auburn curls in the most mesmerising sense. Sure, he’s not ripped, but he’s toned, slender, and fucking mouthwateringly gorgeous.

His hands find your breasts as he comes back down, pulling and tweaking at your pebbled buds that, of he’s honest with himself about, he can’t wait to draw between his lips and pull pretty little squeals from those lips of yours as he does so, but right now, he can feel the heat emanating from your pussy, and he’s desperate for a taste. Not quite yet, though…

His thumb brushes the tender skin of your upper thigh where stretch marks lie. He brings his lips to your flesh, pecking each and every single one of them. The fact that this is his first true touch of the night is incredible. He knows how insecure you are about them, how insecure you always have been. In fact, the last time you shared a bed, easily more than a year or two ago now, was when he first saw them, when you changed in front of him like you hadn’t done in a while, and he didn’t want to mention them, but then you covered yourself and all but ran away. He promised you that you were beautiful no matter what, that your stretch marks only added to your perfection, and he brushed away your tears. This moment of intimacy is special to the both of you, even if it’s not entirely new. If you’re being honest with yourself, that’s the way you knew you were irrevocably head over heels for him. Because he was a real man.

He uses his every asset as he travels the expanse of your body in languorous exploration: lips, mouth, teeth, tongue, long, lithe fingers, even his curls that scrape over your bellybutton in the most sensuous way. This man is a virtuoso when it comes to playing your body, and he’s never even tuned your instrument before now. By the time he’s finished his primary exploration, it feels as though there’s not a single inch of your skin not on fire, not a single inch untouched. Arms, legs, chest, even the way his breath ghosts over your face to measure your reactions.

“Harry, baby…” you whine.

His eyes instantly flicker up to yours, a lazy smile tugging at his petal pink lips. “What is it, darling?”

“Please…”

“I’ll get there,” he promises, biting over your hip bone in the most delectable way, a squeak escaping your lips as your legs flail a little, knotting around his bare back, “but I want to savour this. We’ve got time.”

And with a wink, he’s back to work.

He’s maddenning, truly taking his sweet arse time while avoiding where you’re simply aching and the most needy for him. Open mouthed, languid kisses up and down the expanse of your freshly-shaved legs are nice but not what you had in mind when he said he’d make this up to you. Then again, the rumours are right: he is driving you absolutely insane, though not with pleasure exactly, more by testing the threshold of your impatience. Your hips buck up of their own volition, but he simply shifts his hand to be flat on your stomach, pressing you back down to the mattress, keeping you there.

His tempered touch is devious and yet his path is indiscernible, experimenting with pressures and touches as he works his way around your stomach and thighs, experimenting to find exactly what makes you tick, like he can feel the blood rushing in your veins with every brief touch that makes your belly keel.

But just as you feel like this is the end, his fingers graze your panties. Oh. He’s good. From one single touch, your entire body is electrified. A choked breath gets caught in your throat. He repeats the same touch again, experimental, perhaps a little harder. Wow. And then he draws away, your legs falling open onto the bed, and he’s licking a fiery stripe across your hip bone, jutted and waiting for him with the current arch of your spine.

“Oh baby,” he growls, “you look so pretty.”

His face buries into your stomach, his clammy hands palming at your aching breasts as his legs cage yours into place. You manage to open your eyes fully, just to see the flush of his cheeks, the mess of his curls. Running your fingers through them, he kicks back into action, and makes a trail of kisses down your pelvis.

His lips press to the line of your high-waist panties, where the elastic stretches around the joint of your thigh and pelvis, cutting halfway across your asscheek. A spark of electricity shoots through your entire lower body as his teeth graze you at just the right spot.

“Such a good girl, so wet for me, you even drenched your panties…”

You can feel his words between your legs, heat gushing down there as each syllable pulses throughout you, eagerness for him to taste you without any barriers. The need for him isn’t just insistent, it’s mandatory. The tip of his nose nudges your barely covered clit first, and he inhales deeply, his hands coming to wrap around the chunkiest part where your thighs meet your ass and grabbing handfuls, drawing your pussy closer to his face as he all but buries his head between your heavenly thighs, forcibly squeezing them together around his ears. He has his reasons: when he moves your panties to the side and licks a straight stripe up your bare pussy, he can feel your moans and hear his own groans of delight at how sweet you taste.

So slowly, meticulously, and yet with a desperate need as though he can’t bear to have a single thing preventing his unhindered access to your dripping core, he hooks his fingers around the waistband and drags your panties off, inhaling from them with depravity twinkling in his eyes before discarding them, and landing them in the laundry basket. Your hole flutters and clenches around nothing.

His eyes dilate further when met with your glistening core, throbbing with arousal, and it’s the first time you’ve ever been looked at in such a way. If you’re being honest, it’s been an embarrassingly long time since anyone touched you sexually, let alone with the intention of making you come. No man has done this before, taken his time with you the way Harry is.

The tip of his skilful tongue parts the seam of your lower lips, a drop of your arousal falling into his mouth. His eyes flutter as he swallows, moaning at the taste.

“Fuck, had I known you tasted this good I would’ve gone down on you years ago.”

He makes a valid point: had you known pleasure felt this fucking good? You’d have jumped him years ago and skipped all the other bastards who couldn’t make you come for the life of their sorry selves.

His eyes fixate on yours, and this is the true endgame for you. The thinnest trim of hazel rims his dilated pupils, his gaze enthralled, holding some secret truth that you can’t quite decipher.

“Are you sure you want this? You’ve gotta know that if we do this, your pussy is mine now.”

The threat in his voice, paired with the deep timbre of his usually tenor tone sends your mind reeling. Yes, you want this. Yes, he will make it up to you with a mindblowing orgasm, but being all Harry’s? Of course you want that, but right now it’s a lot to think about.

He can tell he’s losing you, and a sinking pit opens up in his belly. His heart pounds in his chest. How could he ask that of you? You’ve got guys queuing up to date you: he’s just a friend to you, surely, a horny friend who took him up on the first relief offer he gave, simply so you’d forgive him for being such a capital knobhead for days.

“You don’t have to—”

“Yes. I’m yours, Harry. Of course I am. But you won’t be forgiven unless you make me come,” you say, your voice strong, resolute, so damn willing to give yourself to him. Your first potential orgasm with a partner: what a monumental event.

All words die on your tongue. The heat of his breath across your goosepimpled skin is licentious torture. But then he’s all in.

He begins with drawing figure-eights with his tongue on your throbbing clit while one finger pushes at your entrance, circling, and pushing in after an agonising amount of teasing. Your nerve endings have somehow multiplied tenfold since this began because usually such attention wouldn’t feel like a corporeal inferno, but here you are.

“You good up there, baby?” he asks.

“Mhm,” is your full response, but an involuntary squeal escapes you when his lips graze your sensitive pearl.

When he doesn’t think you’re paying enough attention, his teeth sink into your inner thigh, sucking hard enough to undoubtedly bring out a bruise within a couple hours. Your entire lower body tingles, and you’re frankly surprised you’re not ripping the stuffing out of the duvet with your vise-like grip on it with the hand that’s not digging crescent moons into Harry’s shoulders. He doesn’t seem to mind, and feasts on you like you’re his last meal, the way you wish you could be tasting him.

The hunger has you keening, ready to beg for mercy as he slowly, torturously works you up to orgasm with his tongue simply everywhere.

Now you understand his cockiness about sex: he’s good enough to have that sense of superiority and not seem like a cock. Soon enough, though, he’s not cocky anymore, but instead he’s a man on a mission, varying his tempo and technique to remain in tune with your body, like he’s the bow and you’re his Stradivarius.

The casual carnality of getting reparatory oral sex from your friend and current housemate has you hazy with rebellion, mischief, and it’s those exact qualities which bring the coil in the pit of your stomach and the electricity sparking at your every vein to a snapping point.

“Harry. Harry!” you cry out, yanking at his gorgeous curls

His eyes fixate on yours, but his hands don’t stop their work. “What is it, baby?” he purrs.

“You know what it is…”

His eyes twinkle with mischief as he reduces all contact, rendering you a whining mess in the sheets. He’s going to make you fucking say it when you can barely string a sensical thought together.

“Please… please make me come,” you beg, not even caring how desperate you must seem.

His smirk grows, but he edges nearer to your pussy.

“I’ll do you one better, a public service, and do what all those bellends couldn’t do.”

And he seems so fucking happy to be doing it, even with that layer of bloody smugness that you love him all the more for. As a friend, of course…

He pins his fingers in loops around the bony part of your ankle, now spreading your legs apart as far as they’ll go, delving deep. Real deep. Only to withdraw, trail the briefest, sweetest kisses up the inside of your ankle, and go straight back to attacking your aching pussy. Fireworks explode behind your eyelids as he adds the bony heel of his hand to the mix, right atop your clit, adding a constant pressure. Your climax is on the precipice right now, and you’re so nearly there. But Harry seems to be enjoying your writhing and begging, drawing out your pleasure until he’s eked the very final drop out of you, a little too much. And actually, while his hand remains constant, the work of his fingers and tongue varies depending on the pitch and volume of your moans. Dickhead.

“I’m close!”

“I know, baby.”

Tears spring to your eyes at his relentless assault, and some innate part of you just knows this will be the orgasm to top all orgasms. Harry’s putting his entire body into your pleasure, holding your legs paper while his curls scratch your nipples and your belly depending on where his fingers are. He’s laying absolute siege to your every sense. Is this what the brink of insanity feels like?

Your groans turn to moans, and your moans turn to screams, and before you know it, you’re an incoherently babbling mess as he works your overly stimulated clit to its very furthest limits. Not that you’re complaining… not when you’re so nearly there. Almost… almost…

Heaven.

Limbless, weightless, soaring, the onslaught of pleasure attacking your every sense with purpose that only Harry can offer. He keeps eating you out throughout your whole orgasm, depraved sounds coming from him, his moans reverberating throughout your entire body. Your throat feels hoarse in no time at all, though your mouth remains open in a silent gasping plea as the brightest array of colours passes begins your lids. Your walls contract around his single finger, still steadily stroking you inside, finding that special spongy spot and pressing just hard enough to elongate your phantasmagorical of highs for even longer. Shivers shock up and down your spine, tingles dissipating as the peak ebbs away, but the scalding pleasure is still ever present and all consuming as your whole body begins to relax from the insane orgasm.

Your arms fall to your sides, your chest heaving, a lazy smile gracing your features. If only you could open your eyes to look at Harry, to thank him, to tell him he’s definitely forgiven. He watches you: Your postorgasm ethereal glow, brighter than all the stars in the sky, and the most heartbreaking thing about watching it for what he assumes to be both the first and last time is that it isn’t his to savour.

His pale skin is scorching and slick with a thin sheen of sweat once he sidles into bed beside you. Your palm remains open, fingers curling ever so slightly. After years of friendship, he should know what you want with such an action, but he doesn’t reciprocate it.

“Thank you, Baz,” you pant, “that was incredible.”

He shrugs, though you feel the movement more than see it, and you also feel him reach to the bedside table for something. This is so unlike Harry.

Shit. What’s wrong? Does he regret what you’ve done? Does he not like you that way? Oh God, oh God, oh God…

“Baby?” Your voice is barely a whisper, a note of pleading. “Harry, talk to me.”

“I can’t!” he exclaims. “What am I supposed to say? I— I don’t just want this to be another friends with benefits shit show, I actually like you and wanted to do this shit right, and now I’ve fucked it all up by being a horny fucker and now you’re gonna resent me. And obviously you don’t like me back, you’ve made that blatantly obvious over recent years…” what the fuck. “And I can’t fucking live, knowing you’re just down the hall and waiting for me to come home every night, because I really bloody like you and I’m such a twat, bloody hell. Why do you think I’ve been avoiding you, eh? Because I like you too much to not want to kiss you every bloody second of every bloody day, and it’s agony—”

Rolling over, you silence him with a kiss, not caring for one moment where his mouth was just moments before. His cheeks are flushed beneath your hands, his body warm also, but you don’t mind. You don’t care, at all. Because you haven’t been crazy all along, and he does like you, so your feelings are reciprocated and you don’t have to feel like a massive twat just for imagining kissing him or wanting to wear his shirt to bed.

He’s the first to pull away, auburn brows furrowed.

“I want you, Harry.”

You briefly trail kisses down his jaw before biting the column of his throat, roughly sucking the base until you can be sure a bruise will appear. Staking your claim.

“And I forgive you for being late and completely flaky.”

His chuckle is soft, but it’s the first noise he’s made since his dramatic confession, so you count it as a win, especially when you pull back and are able to lie beside him, pushing stray curls off his clammy forehead. His smile is gentle once you curl your way around him, tracing every shape on his face in a new light, you notice an imbalance that has definitively never happened to you before.

“You didn’t finish, Harry,” you whisper, already trailing your trembling hands down his heaving chest and to his boxers.

“I’m fine, honestly,” he answers, but he doesn’t reach your hands in time to prevent you from finding out his embarrassing secret.

Sure, you saw him rutting into the mattress, rolling his talented hips, but you assumed it was to give you the full force of his skills. Not because he was making himself come from humping the bed…

“Oh my God, you already came…”

“Don’t,” he pleads bleatingly, “it’s embarrassing.”

You cock your head: perhaps, but he just made himself come purely from giving you head and a little bit of friction. That’s quite the achievement. Then again, it’s the same way you were attempting to finish yourself off when he caught you.

“No it’s not.” You peck his lips again. “I think it’s quite sexy.”

He groans into your next kiss, the vibrations shooting either straight to your heart or your core, and he seems to be pretty eager for both, judging by the way his hands splay on your hips and he pulls you to be straddling him.

“Hi.”

“Hi,” he grins, as awake as if it were midday, not way past bloody midnight, but you’re wide awake too.

“I need to clean up. Fancy giving me a hand? Make it up to me for making such a mess?”

His devious wink is so enticing you could simply combust. “I thought you’d never ask."

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You’re sick of inexperienced boys not helping you finish during sex. During your frustration outburst, you spill everything to your dad’s best friend Bucky, who then agrees it should be a crime and shows you how a real man makes love to a woman.

The Outburst

We’re keeping Dad’s Best Friend! Bucky Fridays going!! Thank you so much for this one Margo, I loved it so much and I can’t wait to write the rest! 💗 I put a little bit of twist on this so it’s a little raunchier than the ask suggested, I hope you don’t mind!

Pairing: Dad’s Best Friend! Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 3.7K

Summary: You’ve had a terrible few weeks so your dad’s best friend offers to put you out of your bad mood

Warnings: Smut, breakup mention, oral (f receiving), multiple orgasm, forced orgasm, arguments, significant age gap (Bucky is in his 40’s, Reader is in her mid 20’s), vaginal fingering, pet names, dumbification, degradation, frustrated!reader, sex toy mention, brat taming, one clit spank

Minors, do not interact

You had to admit, you were on edge recently. You knew it was obvious to everyone around you but why should that matter?

You were agitated. Every word that left your mouth had a bite to it. You knew you were being stroppy and moody but could you find it in yourself to care? Absolutely not.

You’d had a pretty shit couple of weeks, all things considered. You’d had an argument with your best friend, your boyfriend had dumped you and then in the middle of it all, your vibrator had broken.

Living back at home meant no privacy. It had been hard even finding time alone with your boyfriend, never mind getting a new vibrator delivered safely without anyone opening it.

You were tense and things didn’t seem to be getting any better, everyone and everything was getting on your nerves.

Life had no bright side these days so you decided just to stew in your bad mood for a little while longer.

Even the sight of your dad’s best friend couldn’t pull you out of your bad mood, despite the fact you’d had the biggest soft spot for him. If anything, seeing a man so painfully attractive only made you more angry somehow. If that was even possible.

And there he was, leaning against the cold marble kitchen counter with a smirk on his face. Eating your fucking dessert.

“Jesus Buck, you can’t stay at your own house for a change? Have to come here and eat my food instead?” Your grumbling only made his smirk widen, the teaspoon twirling in his mouth tauntingly.

“Wow, when your dad said you were in a mood, I didn’t think it would be this bad.” His teasing was only winding you up more. You weren’t in a bad mood. He was just getting on your nerves. At least that’s what you were telling yourself.

“Not in a bad mood but that was mine.” You argued, nodding towards the plate that once contained a slice of pie that Bucky had eaten.

“And it was delicious honey, much sweeter than your little attitude these days. You wanna tell me why you’re bein’ such a bitch?” God you must’ve been hard up because rather than anger you, his words sent a pang of need through you. His voice was soft and low, somehow both taunting and understanding at the same time and damn you wanted to offload all your shit on him but it’s not like you could really talk to Bucky about everything going on in your life.

“I don’t have an attitude Buck, fuck you.” You thought you’d said it quietly enough that he wouldn’t hear, you really did. But when Bucky slammed the plate down on the counter, you knew you were in so much deeper than you should to be, the clatter reverberating around the room.

“Would you stop running that bratty fucking mouth of yours for just one damn day? Jesus, I don’t know what’s got into you recently but you’re a pain in the ass.” You had never seen Bucky this pissed off in all the years you’d known him, a fire burning intensely behind his usually calm eyes.

“Fuck you Bucky, you have no idea how awful this month has been. Just leave me alone.” The anger was bubbling up inside you too, threatening to spill over.

“Doesn’t mean you can treat everyone around you like this. For God’s sake, just break out that little shitty vibrator you have and relax a bit.” His words actually left you speechless. How did he know you had a vibrator?

“Oh, you think you’re subtle honey? Can hear that thing a mile away. God, I’d almost thought about buying you a quieter one for Christmas.” You knew your mouth was hanging open and there wasn’t a thing you could do about it.

“Maybe if that boyfriend of yours was any use, you wouldn’t need it so often in the first place.” Bucky was still going, laying it on thick to the point that you could feel your voice coming back, shock eventually wearing off.

“We broke up Bucky. He’s gone now. But hell, shit sex was better than no sex.” You weren’t even sure if you meant that. Your boyfriend had been worse than useless in bed, only ever thinking of himself.

“Then I guess that little vibrator is gonna be overworked, isn’t it honey?” His eyes had softened a little after you mentioned the breakup but his tone still carried a jag.

“Yeah, unfortunately it’s broken right now.” Your sarcasm practically dripped from every word and all of a sudden, Bucky found himself feeling sorry for you.

“Sounds like a shit one angel. No wonder you’ve been in a mood all week. All that pent up frustration and no way to let it out? Glad that boyfriend is gone though. Don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone who looked more incompetent than that idiot. Bet he never even made you finish, did he? Probably only ever thought of himself. Doesn’t see that the real fun in sex comes from pleasin’ your partner. Rule of thumb sweetheart; never go on a second date with anyone who doesn’t make you cum as many times as you can handle. And then one more for good measure. Obviously have a safeword in mind though. Would be so easy to get carried away with a pretty little thing like you.” How on earth was he just nonchalantly setting his plate into the dishwasher while talking to you like that? The words just rolled off his tongue without a second thought and holy shit, you couldn’t even imagine how it must feel to be with a man who didn’t know how to stop giving you orgasms.

“Yeah, I don’t think I’ll be dating for a while. Guess I’ll just have to go buy a new vibrator in the meantime.” All that fight had been knocked out of you. The wind had completely left your sails and you almost felt like you were floundering. Talking to Bucky about sex toys wasn’t exactly how you had planned to spend your evening but it sure sounded better than wallowing in self pity.

“I mean, that’s an option… But I’m sure it wouldn’t take you long to find someone new. Hell, if I were fifteen or twenty years younger, I’d be all over you.” As he spoke he closed up the dishwasher, noticing he’d accidentally got some pie filling on his thumb. Rather than just wiping it off though, his tongue darted out, laving over the soft pad of his thumb, the eye contact almost driving you wild.

The air felt thicker somehow. Heavier. Weighed down by the gravity of his admission.

“Why would you need to be twenty years younger Buck? You don’t think you could handle being buried inside a woman anymore? You don’t think you’d last?” God you were getting on his nerves but at least if your mid-twenties had given you anything, it was confidence.

“Just the opposite angel. You’ll maybe realise some day there’s more to life than your shitty vibrator from the Stone Age. Just imagine bein’ with a real person that could make you cum even harder than it can. Sex is fuckin’ incredible sweetheart. You just need someone to show you how amazing it can be. Someone with a little bit of experience behind them.”

“You offering?” You raised an eyebrow teasingly, shuffling slightly towards him, practically daring him to reach out and touch you. The deep chuckle that left his throat in response had your body clenching, responding to him of its own accord.

“Sweetheart, that’s mouth of yours is gonna get you in trouble some of these days. So sharp and quick witted. Bet that mouth looks so pretty stuffed full, hm? Bet you’d hardly know what to do with yourself if you weren’t able to run your mouth.” His thumb trailed ever so gently over your bottom lip, teasing you, trying to lure you in to biting. And of course, that bad mood hadn’t been fucked out of you yet.

“Oh Bucky, that’s cute. You think you could fill my mouth? I bet you’re all talk, just trying to overcompensate. It’s probably tiny.” But Bucky only huffed out a laugh, his huge hand holding your face so gently.

“Wouldn’t you like to know sweetheart. You know that’s not true. You know I would fuck you right. Turn you a little quivering mess on my cock and then just keep going. You need that don’t you? Need this attitude fucked right out of you?” You hated how right he was but your mouth wasn’t letting you stop there. The fact he was so laid back was only annoying you more, displaying the kind of confidence that only comes with knowing your insults were wrong.

“I don’t need any more disappointing dick in my life thanks.” You shot back, Bucky’s smirk never even faltering.

“Disappointing? That’s up to you sweetheart. If you want to pass up the opportunity to have the best sex of your life, I totally understand.” It didn’t take long for Bucky to turn on his heels, taking his first few steps away, planning to just leave you thinking about what he’d said. “But good luck getting those little fingers to fill you up like I could.”

The gasp that left your lips gave you away, your mouth, once again, running away from you.

“Bucky wait.” You breathed, barely giving yourself time to talk yourself out of it. No, you wanted this too badly. You needed it.

Bucky’s grin was practically taking over his entire face as he spun back around to look at you, confidence oozing out of every pore.

“Yes honey?” You knew he was trying to make you say it. He needed to hear the lust dripping from our voice.

“Please. Just fuck me, please.” You almost sounded pathetic already and he was far more into it than he wanted to admit.

“See? This is better, isn’t it? So much easier when you just ask me nicely. You’re not a big scary lion, are ya? More like a little kitten.” He crossed the little space between you quickly, his lips meeting yours in a fierce kiss that made your head swim. You weren’t used to this kind of lust and passion, both of his hands holding your face.

The kiss only got deeper, his body rolling against yours and oh.

Bucky clearly had every right to be so confident, his thick, hardening length pressed between your bodies. Shit, he was so much bigger than you were used to working with, you didn’t even need to see it to know that you’d struggle to take it all.

“Not backin’ down baby? Not scared of what a cock this big is gonna do to you? Bet you’ll feel me all up in your guts, baby girl. Sure as hell gonna fuck that little bratty streak out of you.” His growl was low and seductive, only encouraging you to press your body closer to his while he scooped you up, carrying you to your bedroom.

“You call that big? It’s average at best Buck.” Your little teasing smile as he dropped you onto the bed took over your whole face, watching in amusement as he pulled his T-shirt off before leaning back down to make out with you again.

He was so impressively built, you couldn’t stop yourself digging into the muscles of his back, loving how they rippled under your fingertips.

His lips on your neck and the light scratching of his stubble was heavenly, making his way down to your breasts before pushing your clothes out of the way, taking a nipple into his mouth. The way he bit and sucked had you crying out, desperate for more and arching against his hot mouth. Your fingers curled in the short hair at the back of his head, his tongue laving beautifully over your sensitive bud.

“Look at ya, lost in it already and ‘m not even ‘nside you yet.” His little proud taunt was muffled by your breast in his mouth before he switched sides, giving the other the same attention.

“So sensitive aren’t you honey? Guess that’s what happens when you’ve never been touched by a man who knows what he’s doin’.” He helped you get undressed, your top pulled up over your head before he started to remove his own jeans and you shuffled out of yours, only in your underwear now.

“Bucky, please. Sick of foreplay, just fuck me.” You couldn’t help how breathless you sounded, the wet spot soaking your your underwear making you almost embarrassed.

“Foreplay? Sweetheart, that was just a warm up. If a woman doesn’t cum during foreplay, it doesn’t count.” He shuffled down the bed, spreading your thighs and placing one over each shoulder. You heard him hum appreciatively, stroking the length of your wet panties with one fingertip, revelling in the sight of his finger getting so slick. Before you knew it though, he had pulled the panties to the side, his mouth had latching onto you in an instant, sucking your bundle of nerves in a way that had you crying out.

“So fuckin’ sweet honey. Taste even better than that fuckin’ pie.” You felt one thick finger lining up to your hole and beginning to press in while his mouth worked your sensitive bundle of nerves.

“Oh Bucky, fuck, what was that?” You gasped softly, gripping his hair and groaning as he curled his finger again, the sensation taking you to a whole new level of pleasure.

“You’re tellin’ me no one ever found your g-spot before? You never even found it yourself?” He was in absolute disbelief, looking up at you through thick lashes, shock plastered over his face while his finger continued to curl.

“Oh god, ah - no. Pretty sure I’d remember that feeling.” You hardly managed to get the words out with the endless pleasure clouding your vision.

“Oh sweetheart, this is gonna be fun.” With that, Bucky’s lips connected with your clit once more, his finger stroking inside you until he added a second. The stretch was a little intense but the immediate pleasure made it bearable.

“Fuck, feel you flutterin’ round me. You gonna cum already? C’mon honey, wanna hear you scream for me.” Before you even had a chance to register his words, his tongue was flicking over you faster and harder, his fingers rubbing and curling in a way that had the wettest sounds escaping your body.

“Ah, oh Bucky fuck, yes right there, right fuckin’-“ You weren’t even able to finish your sentence before your orgasm took over, a little whine dragged from you as pleasure erupted in your body. Bucky could only groan, loving how hard you gripped his hair through your high, pressing his hot mouth down on you harder.

But then he didn’t relent. His mouth didn’t ease up, his fingers didn’t stop and your thighs were shaking.

“Bucky, too sensitive, mhm, no more.” As much as you didn’t think you could handle more, your body was telling you you could. You needed more.

“We’re only gettin’ started honey. Safeword is ‘blueberry’.” He mumbled out before his lips were right back on you again, fingers working as fast as ever. You were seeing stars, your little hole clenching and fluttering around his digits, right on the edge of pleasure already.

“Oh God no, I can’t, I’m gonna cum again Bucky.” You were totally shameless, rutting against his face, taking all the pleasure he was offering and he was loving it.

“Cum for me angel. Pussy’s so fuckin’ sweet, you got me humpin’ the bed for some relief. Never tasted anythin’ like it.” He sounded absolutely blissed out, you’d been too wrapped up in your pleasure to notice Bucky trying to ease his own need, his hips grinding into the mattress, hard and leaking and horny as all hell.

Just the sight of him so needy could’ve got you off again but his fingers and mouth made it impossible not to cum, the insane buildup finally giving way to a head spinning orgasm.

“You’re gushin’ oh God, look atcha.” Bucky was completely in awe, replacing his mouth on your clit with his other hand so he could lap up your juices dripping down his fingers and over his palm.

You could hardly handle it anymore, your body becoming so pliant under his touch that you would’ve done anything he asked in that moment.

“Fuck, never gonna get enough of this pussy. Jus’ know you’ve got another orgasm in that pretty little body, don’t ya? Gonna cum again for me?” Your body wasn’t listening to your head, nodding away before you had a chance to fully register what you were signing your already overworked hole up for. “Such a good fuckin’ girl.” His praise made you tingle, his fingers beginning to curl inside you once again. Wet, sloppy sounds filled the room, coupled with filthy whimpers from both of you.

Then gentlest slap to your clit had your eyes forced open, a deep, guttural groan forced out of your throat given how overstimulated you were.

“Oh fuck honey, you like that? Like having your little clit spanked? Guess it makes sense. You’re far filthier than I imagined.” His mocking only made you wetter until you felt his free hand press down on your lower tummy, somehow driving his fingers ever harder against that sweet spot inside you.

“Bet you don’t even need me to touch your clit to make you cum. Bet you could get off on jus’ this, couldn’t ya? Let’s find out.” His fingers sped up and as much as you tried to buck your hips away from him, his hand only held you down, keeping you in place.

You were squirming under his touch, his blue eyes trained on where your sweet lips were parted, taking his fingers with ease. Your slick dripped out around them, coating the bedsheet beneath you and he was so lust-drunk he could’ve swore he almost came as a fresh flood of arousal dripped from you, your fingers clenching sweetly around his hand once more.

“That’s it honey, doing so well. Keep cummin’ for me, that’s it. Feels so good doesn’t it? My fucked out little doll doesn’t even know how to stop.” Your moans were sinful, telling him just how overworked you were, how blissed out he’d managed to get you and yet, as soon as his fingers eventually slipped from you, you were on him. Your tongue worked over his, tasting yourself faintly on his lips and somehow it only made the need bubble up inside of you again.

“Shit Bucky, needa feel you fuckin’ me.” You words were muffled by his plump lips, your hands on a mission to remove his underwear, not that he was complaining.

He was even bigger than you had first expected. Long and dangerously thick, throbbing and leaking beautifully.

You couldn’t help but lick your lips at the sight of him, pressing him back on the bed before straddling him, lining him up with your sopping hole.

“Oh god honey, stop teasin’.” He’s whining, bucking his hips up against you until you feel his head start to breech your hole, stretching you out more than you could’ve believed.

You don’t even realise you’re sinking down on him until you’re about half way down his length, you walls fighting to adjust because you’re just so eager to feel him seated inside you.

“Look atcha now. Not a single word of back talk, is there? Not gonna hear any more cheek from you now, am I?” Bucky was so smug, loving how you couldn’t even answer as you sank down completely on his cock, your clit resting on the neatly trimmed hair at his base.

You were dizzyingly full, whimpering and rutting on him of your own accord and you swore you felt him in your tummy.

“Oh no angel. No more soft, gentle orgasms for you. We’re makin’ sure that attitude is totally fucked out.” With that, he flipped you over, your back hitting the soft bed and then the pounding started.

You could hardly handle his pace, your fingers twisting the sheets up in ecstasy as he slammed into you, grunting and groaning in your ear about how good you felt.

“Grippin’ me so tight, shit I’m gonna cum in this pretty pussy. You’re so fuckin’ wet. Won’t stop tryin’ to milk me. Holy shit.” Every little praise was music to your ears, your own hand drifting down to play with you clit.

“Fuck honey, didn’t think you’d actually be able to handle another one. What a good girl, playing’ with yourself while I stuff you full of cock.” Your eyes were rolling back, your breasts bouncing with each sharp thrust.

“Jesus Bucky, oh shit, ‘m gonna cum. So fuckin’ close.” You couldn’t believe how fast your fingers were working, you orgasm ready to explode in you any moment.

“Come on baby, fuck ‘m right behind you. Gonna give you so much cum. You’re gonna be so full, holy shit.”

You were teetering right on the edge until you heard Bucky’s low, drawn out groan, his dick twitching, pumping you full just as he promised. He was a picture above you, face screwed up in pleasure as your orgasm took hold, your body milking his dick for all you were worth.

You clawed at his back, working yourself through your high until neither of you could possibly give any more, collapsing onto the bed in a puddle of endorphins.

“Oh. My god.” He panted, breathless and sweaty and spent but with the biggest smile on his face. One that you were certain mirrored your own.

“Okay. I take it back. That was not disappointing.” You laughed softly, cuddling up against his naked body and he was more than happy to let you, kissing the top of your head ever so gently.

“Do me a favour will you? Run your mouth again tomorrow morning. Cause shit, if this happens every time you’re being a bitch, I don’t want you to stop.”

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Tom Holland looks over his shoulder to share a smile on The One Show in London on Feb. 2.

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Déjà Vu || Harry + Harrison

Warnings: sexxxxx, unprotected sex at times, anal, oral (male and female recieving), language, handjobs, fingering, cumming inside, sexual thoughts, brief talk of the boys exploring sexuality (nothing serious), talk of wet dreams, one quick smack to the butt towards the end, dirty talk throughout

Word Count: 4,881

Author’s Note: There was a lot of love over this fic haha so here it is. Hopefully you guys enjoy, and lemme know! 

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