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Kinktober 2023 - Day 7

Sex Toys with Bucky Barnes

"The Gift"

Smut - Explicit content - NSFW - 18+ only!

Summary: You give Bucky a gift he never knew he wanted.

Warnings: Smut (NSFW) - 18+ ONLY - masturbation, sex toys, homemade porn, dirty talk, pet names, langcorn, reference to oral & vaginal sex, Bucky being a needy boy.

Bucky paced back and forth, trying to avoid staring at the box on the bed. His fingers pulling on his hair and biting at his bottom lip, trying to find a way to direct his attention anywhere else, but his mind kept pulling him back. The ache between his legs was beginning to throb each time he looked at the box & let his thoughts drift back to you.

You had to know what even just your innocent little texts did to him when you had been gone this long. Even just a sweet "miss you so much, Buck" sent his blood straight to his cock. It gets him thinking about how you can be all sugar sweet around everyone else then turn into such a dirty girl the minute you get to your bedroom. Hell you loved nothing more than whispering something filthy to him right before walking in a room with someone else just to get him wound up.

He had no idea what he had unleashed the first time you two started getting a little frisky. He loved how you seemed a little old fashioned when you started dating. How you made him court you made him earn each and every little kiss. By the time you two had gotten to the point of sex being a possibility, he was nervous he would scare you away by being too aggressive. Little did he know what awaited him.

He will never forget the night he found out how bad you really were. You had been dating a couple of weeks and had the compound to yourselves for an evening, so it wasn't surprising when watching a movie devolved into a hot and heavy make-out session. He tried not to let on that you had him hard as a rock. He didn't want to put any pressure on you. Then, as you were adjusting to hook your leg around him, your thigh brushed up against his erection making him moan against your lips. He hoped maybe you hadn't noticed or, at the very least, were going to pretend you didn't feel the massive bulge in his pants.

You pulled back to look in his eyes, and he looked like a deer in headlights. He was terrified you were gonna slap him or never want to see him again. He didn't expect you to let out a dark little chuckle and bite his bottom lip. You sucked his lip into your mouth, then let it go with a wet pop before licking it once. He sat frozen as you moved your lips to whisper in his ear. Your voice dropped an octave as you spoke.

"Well, well, soldier, seems like you're enjoying this, huh? Enjoying having my mouth on you. Have you thought about what else I can do with my mouth?" With that, you sucked his earlobe into your mouth, and he let out a little high-pitched squeal he didn't know he could make.

"Maybe my mouth is a bit too much for now, hmm. Don't want you to blow just yet, Buck. What about my hands? Bet you've thought of them touching you. Stroking you all over."

As you spoke, you moved one hand up to his hair, leaving the other wrapped around his neck, keeping him close to you. Accenting the end of each sentence with the particular touch you described.

"Thought about my fingers pulling on your hair." You purred, gripping his soft, short, dark brown hair and giving it a soft tug.

"My nails scraping down your back." You gently pulled your nails in a straight line down his spine, stopping at the base of it.

"My palm sliding up and down your chest", you let your hand circle his waist and slide up under his shirt, pressing your entire hand flat to the center of his strong chest. You could feel his heart pounding. He had his eyes closed and was trying to keep his breathing steady. His nostrils flared. He didn't want to let you know how close you had him to losing all control.

You paused for a moment, lulling him into a trap to make him open his eyes. You kissed his lips softly and sweetly. Innocently. Then, after rubbing your nose against his, you pulled back to see his beautiful blue eyes.

Like a cobra, you struck. Using the hand looped around his neck, you grabbed his hair and yanked his head back. You rose to your knees, so you were looking down at him and slowly started pulling your hand downward.

A wicked grin on your face as you dragged the next sentence out word by word. You knew you had him exactly where you wanted him.

".. and I bet that there's something else you've thought about my hands doing, isn't that right, Buck? Bet you've thought about it so much. Bet you've thought about it after every date we've had."

You could feel him inhale sharply as you touched the top of his abdomen. You slowly started to curl your fingers in, leaving just your index finger touching him.

"Maybe you've thought about it when you're in the shower..."

You felt his abs contract under your fingertip.

"I'm sure you've thought about it in bed at night too. I know I have, baby."

Your fingertip hit the top of his jeans, and just for a second, you stopped. Giving him a chance to push you off of him if he didn't want you to go any farther. When all that came from him was a little whimper, you let your fingertip continue over the button & down his fly.

"Bet you've thought about me touching you here. Thought about me touching, and rubbing, and stroking your hard cock. You feel even bigger than I imagined, baby."

After hitting the bottom of his groin with just your fingertip, you turned your hand and gripped him with your whole hand. Starting to massage his entire bulge. A loud moan escaped as he fought the urge to thrust into your hand.

He was now staring at you with his eyes wide & his mouth hanging open. What happened to the sweet shy thing who blushed when he brought you flowers? Here you were a little sexbomb on the verge of making him cum in his pants and you had only just started touching him.

From then on, you just kept surprising him with how dirty you could be. So, really, he shouldn't have been that surprised when he found the naughty little gift you left him when you went on your mission.

It was the first time either of you had to leave since the 2 of you started dating, let alone having sex. You knew the both of you would be missing each other something bad. So the last night you were together there were lots of pics and few little videos. Bucky knew they were mostly for him. You were gonna have your hands full with the mission.

You had awoken something in him that had been asleep since before he became the Winter Soldier. He couldn't get enough of you, of your body. Of your perfect wet little pussy. He loved telling you that too. That was why you got him the gift.

It was a sex toy. A Fleshlight.

He picked up the card and read it again:

Something to play with until you can enjoy the real thing again. I picked the one I thought looked the most like your best girl ;)

XOXO

Your best girl and your girlfriend too

He hadn't dared to open the toy yet. He wanted to, but he wasn't sure he could. His 1940s sensibilities were getting the best of him. He wasn't a prude by any means, but the idea of fucking a plastic toy designed to look like a pussy just seemed so... dirty.

Of course, that was also the appeal, wasn't it? Especially the fact that you had picked one you thought looked like your pussy. His pussy. He was curious if it really did. It was hard to tell from the outer box.

There was no harm in taking a peek, right? You had sent him a message after you knew he had found your gift. Telling him that if he didn't want to use it or it weirded him out that he didn't have to use it or even keep it.

He would just have a look and then put it away. Figure out his feelings a bit more before he decided what to do. He at least had to know if it did look like you. Although he would put money that it wouldn't be as perfect as yours. Nothing would ever be as perfect to him as your pussy.

He double-checked to make sure his door was locked. Approaching the box and tentatively picking it up. He looked over the images on the outside and felt himself cringe. It felt like the naked woman on the box was judging him. She looked nothing like you and did absolutely nothing for him. He quickly unsealed and opened the box, and pulled out the toy wrapped in tissue paper. Not sure if he wanted to unwrap just the end or the whole toy.

He decided to go right for what had him the most curious. The soft, skin colored silicone slowly coming in to view. He let the fingers of his right hand stroke the edge of the silicone. To his surprise, it did feel rather nice under his touch. Now, he was ready to reveal the toy fully. He bit his bottom lip between his teeth as he pulled away the last bit of tissue. A moan pulling deep in his throat.

Oh fuck, it did look like your pussy. His pussy. His mouth watered and his pants immediately got tight. He couldn't tear his eyes off of it now. He let his thumb stroke over the fake clit on the toy and swore he could almost hear you shudder. Then he used his index and middle finger to trace the plump labia of the toy and momentarily stretch the hole.

He was right, it was nowhere close to as perfect as your juicy pussy, but it was much more tempting than he could ever have thought possible. He wanted to lick it like he would lick you, and he wanted to fuck it like he would fuck you. Was he really going to do this? He picked up your note and read it one more time, imagining the look on your face and the things you would say to him if you were here watching him.

Yep. He was really going to do this.

He quickly stuffed the paper wrapping in the box and threw the box under his bed. Pulling the blankets back on his bed and dropping the toy there. Quickly opening his nightstand and fishing for the bottle of lube. Throwing his shirt and jeans off as fast as he could before moving to lay in the very middle of the bed. That way, he could smell your pillow and pretend you were really there with him.

The toy momentarily forgotten as he began scrolling through the various naughty photos and videos he had of you. Starting to palm and rub at his hard cock through his underwear. He could practically hear you saying how much you loved seeing him in his just his boxer briefs. You always said his cock looked incredible straining against the tight fabric. How they hugged his thighs and his ass perfectly. That you never thought a guy in his underwear could get you that wet.

Fuck you made him feel so good. He forgot all the things he hated about his body when you touched and praised him. You made him feel sexy. You made him want to show off for you. Making a very clear point of saying how all these photos and videos weren't just for him. Maybe he would send you a picture when he was done?

He stopped at a video clip where you were sitting between his legs, slowly taking off your bra and panties. Stopping to rub at him a few times or shake your tits at him. He heard his own voice telling you to pull at your nipples. His cock twitched at the moan that fell from your lips. He knew what was coming next, so he quickly set the phone down reaching for the lube and the pussy toy.

He flipped the cap up on the lube and let some of the slick clear liquid coat the pads of his fingers just in time to hear himself tell you to take off your panties and show him your pussy. To show him his pussy and how wet you were for him. As you did exactly what he told you to in the video, he let his lube slicked fingers start to pet and stroke the outer lips of the toy. His long middle finger running a small circle around the hole, barely dipping inside before sliding back out and around.

Once the toy was nice and slick, just like your cunt now on display in the video, he set both it and his phone down just long enough to pull his underwear off. He gasped as he felt the cool air of the room make contact with his leaking tip. He was wetter than he thought he was, clearly underestimating his own need.

With his phone in one hand and the toy in the other, he waited until he heard his own voice in the video again. Waiting until he told you to come and rub your pretty pussy all over his cock. To get him nice and wet while you made your little pussy feel good.

The next video was a close up of his cock slotted between your pussy lips as you slid yourself back and forth against his shaft. He started to copy your motions in real time, letting the toy slide against his cock in time with your movements. A needy little moan falling from his lips when the toy caressed the ridge under the head of his cock.

His hips unexpectedly bucking a couple of times when he heard your whimpers in the video. If he closed his eyes, he would never think that it was a toy in his hand and not the real thing. It still wasn't you, nothing would ever feel as good as you, but fuck him it still felt so good.

He couldn't hold himself back much longer, so he flicked to the video of his cock slowly sliding in and out of you cunt. He could never get over how incredible you looked stretched around his length, how his cock glistened with you slick everytime he pulled back out. Your swollen clit front and center and just begging for attention.

He pulled his attention back to the toy in his hand. Angling it so his tip pressed against the hole of the toy. Adding just enough pressure to feel it start to stretch around his thick leaking head, just like your pussy would. A gasp pulled from his lips as the toy slowly engulfed his tip. Pulling it back up before pushing it down just a little more.

Repeating the same action over and over. Pushing down so the toy swallowed another inch of his cock, then pulling all the way up. Them pushing back down again until he had finally bottomed out. The video on his phone was momentarily forgotten. It felt incredible. So tight and snug and wet around his aching cock.

His hips acting on their own as he started rutting into the toy. Whimpering as it seemed to suck his cock back in. He fought the urge to start frantically fucking the toy. As good as it felt, and holy fuck did it feel good, he still wanted to fantasize it was your cunt he was fucking.

He let his eyes close again with his cock fully sheathed in the fake pussy. Quickly rolling onto his side and burying his face in your pillow as his hips started to thrust hard and fast. Moaning as your smell filled his nostrils. Replaying all the mornings you had woken up together only to have innocent spooning turn into fucking.

Bucky let himself start to whimper little praises as if you were really there. His vibranium hand grabbed at the blankets and clamped around your pillow. Pulling them closer to him. His mind turned to mush as the toy practically sucked the life out of him.

If he focused, he could almost hear you responding to him. Keening at both his praises and degradation. Saying filthy things right back to him.

“Fuck! Feels so good, baby. Always take my cock so fucking well. Can't wait to have you back in my arms. Can't wait to fuck you for real the second you are home. Miss you so much.”

He felt the heat of his climax building and his balls pulling tighter. Whimpering as he bit your pillow. Imagining he was biting and marking the soft, warm flesh on your neck. His flesh starting to tingle, and sweat starting to form on his brow. His hips thrusting so hard and fast the mattress was creaking. His needy groans and the wet suction of toy echoing through the room.

“Gonna cum, babydoll. Fuck, gonna cum so hard for you!”

Bucky thought his soul might actually leave his body with how hard he came. Spurt after spurt of his warm release filling the toy. A faint thought in the back of his mind about the possibility the toy might start to overflow.

Slowly his orgasm faded to electric aftershocks of pleasure. His breath still coming in gasps. His cock starting to soften, still nestled in the warm silicone that suddenly felt nowhere near as comforting as being inside of you. Even if it could give him an incredible orgasm, he was well aware that it wouldn't provide the loving and intimate aftercare that you always gave him. Snuggling his face into your pillow once again, he smiled as he thought about when he would get to hold you in post-coital bliss again.

When he finally caught his breath, he looked back to where he had dropped his phone earlier. The video had ended. Frozen on a closeup of your face with the most wicked smile on your face and the mischievous twinkle in your eyes, he knew so well. He wondered if you were missing him.

He hopes you are missing him, because fuck is he missing you; and your gift only made him miss you more. He was sure he was addicted to you.

After going to shower and cleaning himself up, along with cleaning the toy, he noticed the light on his phone blinking. Reaching for it once he was settled back down in bed. Frankly, he felt exhausted after trying out your present. Flicking on the screen, he saw that there was a new text message. It was from you. It was an emoji of a smiling Devil followed only by three words.

Enjoying your gift?

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I know what I’m doing all day tomorrow

let’s ride ✧ a biker!ari levinson series

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I-

Let It Snow Masterlist ❄️

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader (no use of Y/N)

Summary: She was his Omega, and Steve had a plan. She would love him. He knew she would.

Warnings: Dark!Steve Rogers, stalking, ABO dynamics, mating cycles/heat, noncon and dubcon, very explicit sexual content in future chapters (eventual breeding kink, knotting, mating/claiming, come marking, somnophilia, and more depraved activities) (AKA THIS IS 18+ ONLY)

Chapters (4/4):

❄️ Chapter 1: Oh The Weather Outside Is Frightful

❄️ Chapter 2: But The Fire Is So Delightful

❄️ Chapter 3: And Since We’ve No Place To Go

❄️ Chapter 4: Let It Snow, Let It Snow, Let It Snow

There may POTENTIALLY be an epilogue to this but please do not expect it any time soon 😘

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I need more of this

𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭: 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

Pairing: dark alpha!Steve Rogers x naive omega!Reader

Summary: Steve is the menacing alpha who makes your life at university a living hell every single day. He’s cocky, brash and domineering, and you’re the complete opposite - quiet, meek and reserved. Ridiculed by him day after day, you’re convinced he hates you. But what happens when Steve finds out you have a boyfriend? Based on this ask and the discussion that followed it.

Warnings: This is a dark story, please read the individual warnings at the beginning/top of each specific chapter.

Chapters:

i. preying on you tonight ii. hunt you down iii. eat you alive iv. just like animals v. heart ripped, soul devoured

Drabbles: (note: most of these take place before the events at the end of chapter 3, and most of these contain smut)

steve fucks you before his football game steve hosts a halloween party with you (new!) (popular!) steve + you + phone sex (new!) (popular!) steve takes you to your first ever frat party steve babies you in front of his friends steve is drunk and uncharacteristically sweet steve’s past hookups make you sad steve fucks you while you’re on your period steve has fun while you’re asleep (new!) (popular!) steve spanks you (new!) (popular!) steve is drunk & sweet at a frat party (new!) (popular!) steve gets handsy during a football game (new!) steve teaches you how to play a videogame (new!)

Extras:

The Beast Inside | a prequel from Steve’s point of view. all mini drabbles what if bucky asked for your number? (coming soon!)

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I loved this

𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭: 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

Pairing: dark alpha!Steve Rogers x naive omega!Reader

Warnings: This is a dark story, please read the individual warnings at the beginning/top of each specific chapter.

Chapters:

i. preying on you tonight ii. hunt you down iii. eat you alive iv. just like animals v. heart ripped, soul devoured

Drabbles: (note: most of these take place before the events at the end of chapter 3, and most of these contain smut)

Extras:

The Beast Inside | a prequel from Steve’s point of view. all mini drabbles what if bucky asked for your number? (coming soon!)

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I NEED MORE OF THIS OH MY GOD

*ೃ༄𝐖𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐆𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬

⭒❃.✮:▹𝐖𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐆𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭⭒❃.✮:▹

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: mean jock!Ari Levinson x naive!Reader, mean jock!Steve Rogers x naive!Reader

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 18+, minors dni. Check top of individual chapters for specific warnings. This is a dark fic and contains materials on par with that.

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: You’re a naive freshman who is new to college life. Ari Levinson is the cocky captain of the basketball team and the resident campus fuckboy. Then there’s Steve Rogers, who is dangerous, sexy and charming - but he’s also Ari’s biggest rival. Ignoring all their red flags, you can’t help but fall victim to their charms. But which one will you pick?

⭒❃.✮:▹ 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 ⭒❃.✮:▹

i. Wicked Games ii. Under the Influence iii. Disturbia iv. ?????? v. ??????

⭒❃.✮:▹ 𝐄𝐱𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐬 ⭒❃.✮:▹

All fic asks | thots & mini drabbles

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forever rooting for sensitive girls!!!!!! you have big hearts and a poet’s soul i love you

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Sweet Dreams

@geminixevans @jamalflanagan here you gooo

^they told me to write this so yeah

Andy Barber x Black!reader

Reader’s kinda innocent jsyk

18+

Warnings: Wet dreams, somnophilia(kind of), dry humping(a little), choking, daddy kink

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You and Andy are dating. You'd been there for him after the divorce(and through the marriage), and you two have been practically glued at the hip ever since.

You're currently laying in his bed, sleeping. Cuddling up into his broad chest, you begin to dream.

Andy's awoken by small whimpers, seeing that your eyes are closed. Amused at first, he just watches you. The way your lips are slightly parted, pouting in that way he loves. He can't help but coo when your hips start to rut against his leg.

His poor, needy little baby.

"Y/N.", he says softly, waking you up.

You wake up confused, assuming somethings wrong. "What's going on?”

"You were just having a little dream s'all.", he responds, his husky voice sending shivers down your spine.

Your face flushes as the memories of your dream come flooding back. Andy notices the exact moment you remember, your eyes suddenly shifting and unable to make eye contact.

"Did I wake you?", you ask, disguising your real question: 'Did you hear anything?'

He ignores your question, his hand coming to caress the side of your face. "What were you dreaming about?"

You contemplate lying, but decide against it, knowing he can always tell when you're telling a lie.

"You."

It was a half truth, since technically you were dreaming of him but that wasn't all of it.

"You know what I meant, baby." He says, gripping your chin firm enough to know that he's not joking.

"Now tell me, what happened in the dream. Don't leave anything out."

You bring your hands to play with the chain around his neck, clearing your throat, "We um, were having sex." You say, grateful for the melanin in your skin hiding your blush.

"Yeah?", Andy taunts, "What else?"

"You were uh, choking me.", you rush out, continuing to fiddle with his chain.

His hand creeps up to your throat, squeezing slightly. "Like this?"

You shake your head, reaching for his other hand and moving it up as well.

"Ohh, like this.", he uses his grip on your neck to kiss you, stopping you when you began to grind on his thigh. "Uh uh baby, you've gotta finish telling me your dream."

He removes his hands, replacing them with his mouth as he leaves wet hot kisses all over your throat.

"You- you had me on my back, with my- oh- my legs on your shoulders."

"Yeah? Sounds like I was fucking you good sweetheart."

You nod your agreement, allowing Andy to drag your hand down to his boxers. Your mouth parts at the feel of his arousal, words trying to come out but failing.

"You got Daddy all hard baby, you and your filthy little mouth. What're we gonna do about this, huh?"

Taking this as your cue, you try to move in between his spread legs, but he stops you. "Not right now doll, we've got other plans tonight."

He maneuvers you so that you're beneath him, "What kind of Daddy would I be if I didn't make your dreams come true?"

His hands busily removing your tank top and discarding your sleep shorts, along with his boxers.

Swiftly moving your legs to his shoulder, he slides into you, causing your eyes to close in pleasure.

“No no no, keep your eyes open. You wanted this, remember?” He says, thrusting in as deep as he can before pulling out until only the tip is left. He repeats this motion a few times, reveling in the choked off moans leaving your mouth.

“My hands were here right?” Both of his hands find their place on your throat once again, your neck being used as leverage while he pounds into you. The chain dangling in your face is so tempting, wanting to bring it to your mouth but unable to voice your thoughts.

You nod as best as you can, bringing your hands to rest on top of his.

“Who would’ve known my sweet, innocent, little girl had such perverted dreams?” Andy practically snarls in your ear.

You frown slightly at that, disliking when he called you sweet and innocent. “M’not innocent.” You murmur, words slurred and practically incoherent.

“I know that now. I mean, you can’t even sleep without getting some dick. It’s pathetic, baby.”

You try to fight him on that, but find you’re unable to produce anything but whimpers.

He releases his grip on your neck, holding onto your legs instead.

“Look, put your hand on your stomach.”, he says, guiding your hand to where your tummy is poking out a bit. “You feel me right there? Feel how deep I am?”

Feeling the bulge in your stomach sends you into overdrive, your orgasm hitting you like a ton of bricks.

You clutch at the sheets beside you, nothing but hoarse “Daddy”s and whines coming from you.

Andy held you through it, kissing you and all. “I’m right here baby, Daddy’s right here.”

You start to push him away when his pace starts back up, your pussy still too sensitive, but he just moves your hands away.

“Just give me one more, pretty girl. One more and we can go back to sleep, okay?” You just nod and Andy hums before kissing you. “Atta girl.”

You just lay there and let him use you, unable to stop the second orgasm he’s basically forcing out of you. Your mouth drops open in a silent moan, your legs shaking erratically and uncontrollably upon his shoulders.

It seems your climax triggered Andy’s, his hips hiccuping before he pulls out, instructing you get up on your knees.

You obey, understanding exactly what he wants and using you elbows to push your tits out.

He groans at the sight as he finishes himself off, making sure that some hits your tongue when you stick it out.

Finally empty, he kisses you, tasting himself on your tongue. “Fuckin’ love my dirty girl.”

The two of you fall onto the bed, but Andy let’s you get up to go to clean up.

He laughs as you stumble towards the door, your legs wobbling with every step.

You come back, snuggling under the covers with your boyfriend.

“Sweet dreams.”

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Sorry it’s short but omg I’m so tired lmao

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friend of a friend - b.b, s.r

pairing: steve rogers x f!reader x bucky barnes

summary: steve’s girl is feeling needy, maybe bucky can benefit from it too.

warnings: SMUT 18+ (minors DNI), oral (m+f), masturbation (m), wet humping, cum play, praise, steve calls her a whore like once? language, exhibitionism, voyeurism??? slight oral fixation on readers part??? yeah okay that’s it.

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a little note: i missed the boys and felt particularly unhinged. also endgame ending doesn’t exist. anyway, it’s fuckin nasty and i’m going to hell xo

You like seeing Steve like this. Boisterous and carefree, sipping a beer on the couch. It's normal. He deserves it.

Bucky sits across from him, detailing his recent mission with Sam. Their weekly chats often turned out like this, in between a short period of reminiscing and talking about whatever game had been shown that week, it always comes back to work. There's a hint of longing in Steve's voice when they talk like this. You know he misses it, how couldn't he? Its all he's ever known. But he insists he's done, and you believe him.

You're not entirely sure where their conversation is now, having zoned out some time earlier. Sat between Steve's legs, head rested on his thigh your mind had easily drifted.

You can't help your slight obsession with Steve's thighs. Even in a simple pair of joggers, the stiff outline of his toned muscles are fully on display. Each expertly sculpted ridge shifts between your cheek each time he moves or laughs. It's distracting, more than that.

You often find yourself nuzzling into the soft material just to get closer to the part of him you love so much. Steve’s fingers catch a lock of you hair, twisting and pulling on it every now and again, the action both soothing and adding to the deep tension threatening to boil over in your stomach.

His booming laugh filters through the room, his thigh flexing beneath you once more. It’s not normal, you think to yourself as you not so subtly press your skin against him, the fabric swallowing your helpless whine.

You sit like this for most of the afternoon, until it slowly turns to evening. Desperate and whining quietly to yourself. Your thighs clench periodically, and you have to stop glancing at the clock, secretly hating yourself for wishing it was time for Bucky to leave.

You’re so wrapped up in keeping your arousal at bay, in the warmth of Steve’s thighs you don’t notice the slight lull in conversation, nor do you notice Bucky leave the room to get another beer.

Steve strokes your head for a moment, his fingers igniting your skin as they slowly trail across your jaw. He tilts your head until you’re looking at him, a small knowing smile on his face.

“You doin’ okay down there?” He smiles, his thumb strokes your chin ever so gently, but the touch alone is enough to make you want to cry. Your need for him is far beyond your control and at this point, you’d take what you can get.

You nod, sandwiched between his calloused fingers and warm thigh. He tsks quietly and releases your chin, shifting back in his seat to widen his thighs. He watches quietly as your wide eyes glisten, immediately fixating on his clothed crotch.

“I’ve been neglecting my girl.” He shakes his head a little, smile turning to a smirk as he marvels in how transfixed you are. “Does my baby need some attention?”

His thumb traces your bottom lip, your mouth opening instantly desperate to taste him. You nod slightly, lips wrapped around his thumb, fingers clutching his calf tightly. He pushes down on your tongue, slipping deeper into your mouth, groaning quietly when your throat vibrates around his digit as you moan.

That slight bit of relief is enough to calm you for a moment, but your need rears it’s desperate head and you know you need more. Steve doesn’t move when Bucky walks back in and hands him a fresh beer. He just thanks him, eyes never leaving you.

Bucky isn’t phased returning to his chair without question. The idea of Bucky spectating your desperate state should be embarrassing enough to make you snap away from Steve. Instead you suckle on his thumb even harsher, looking up at him as he sips from his beer like it’s the most normal thing in the world.

Steve pulls his thumb free, pressing it against your shining lip and more leans forward, the malted beverage heavy on his breath.

“M’gonna fill that pretty mouth up, just like you want me to.”

Your breath catches in your throat. Surely he isn’t being serious. Not with Bucky watching you both. Somehow the thought doesn’t deter you as much as it adds to the growing arousal, your cunt clenching around nothing.

Your eyes flick to where Bucky is now seated. You'd believe he's as relaxed as Steve if it weren't for the beer bottle clutched between his white knuckles. His lips are slightly parted in curiosity, pretty blue eyes dark with promise, watching you and Steve.

“Go ahead.” Bucky says it so simply with an encouraging nod, taking a languid sip from his beer.

“You gonna show him how good you are for me?” You nod hurriedly, watching as he puts his beer down, and does only that.

“Gotta hear the words honey.” His hand rests on waistband of his sweats, waiting.

“Please.” You speak through your the foggy haze clouding your brain. “Let me suck your cock, Stevie.”

“Attagirl.” He pulls down the elastic, letting it rest just below his knees. He knows how much you love his thighs, and secretly loves the way you mark them up, claiming another part of him that he gives to you so willingly.

Unsurprisingly, you press your lips to his inner thighs the first chance you get. The light dusting of golden hair tickles your lips when you suck dark bruises onto his unmarred skin, lightly tracing them with a light scrape of your teeth, earning an illicit moan from him.

When you’ve had your fill of his broad thighs, they’re littered with tiny marks and the slightest indent of your teeth in certain places.

Your finger lightly traces the underside of his cock, trailing up to the head and stroking over the slit. It shines brightly under the dim light and you actually salivate knowing you get to taste him. You marvel at Steve’s dick each and every time you see it, it’s curve feels perfect inside of you, the slight girth stretching you out so fucking good, length hitting all the right spots.

You wrap your hand around him in a tight fist, squeezing at the base just how he likes. His head rests back on the couch cushion, exposing his neck. His muscular chest begins to rise and fall slightly quicker as you stroke him.

Finally, you sink your mouth onto him, not bothering to tease him any further, this is for you after all. He’s letting you suck him off in front of his best friend to satisfy your needs, the least you can do is make it worth while.

You bob your head, alternating between long slow strokes and quick harsh suckles. Your hands tug at him, twisting around what you can’t take, revelling in his slight reactions. The way his thighs tense beneath your fingers, the way he sucks in sharp breaths and shudders out increasingly loud groans.

You wonder for a second if this isn’t the first time they’ve done something like this. It spikes a sense of jealously in your chest and you swallow him down even further, not caring that it burns your throat. Pride blooms in your chest when he grips your hair, holding you in place, groaning deeply.

"So good. So good to me." His hips flex, pushing himself against that spot again. "You gonna be this good for Buck? You gonna suck his cock like a fuckin champ?"

You moan around him when he speaks, doing your very best to take him as deep as you possibly can. Your throat closes around him as you gag slightly, the slight brush of his hair ticking your skin.

"That's my girl." His hand rests over yours, hissing when your nails dig into his exposed thighs. He thrusts slowly into your warm mouth, hitting the back of your throat softly, watching as tears gather in the corners of your eyes.

His thrusts grow harsher, as does his grip on your hair, but that hand covering yours, the way his thumb strokes reassurance into your skin keeps you grounded. You feel that familiar twitch in your throat as you prepare to take his load, but then he’s tapping you hand and pulling you away from him ever so gently.

You find yourself pouting, desperate to have him fill your mouth again, but then he looks behind you and speaks.

“Go see Buck, looks like he could use some help.” He swipes his thumb through the spit on your chin, and nods to his friend.

The carpet is plush beneath your burning knees and you find yourself crawling between the other man’s thighs. Bucky strokes himself slowly, watching you quietly with that predatory gaze.

He’s not as long as Steve, but where he lacks he makes up for it in girth. Soft veins protrude from beneath his weeping head and you’re sure if you look close enough, you’d see them pulsating with need.

You cover his hand with your own, watching him twitch in your palm, stroking him a few times in a tight grip. You lean forward and swipe your tongue across the rosy head, eyes solely on him. He sighs, shoulders relaxing, his cheeks flushed all sweet and red.

Your tongue is so warm and wet against him as you swirl it across his skin for a few moments before you finally take him in your mouth. It’s vastly different to Steve, the way your mouth stretches wider around him. His head prods the back of your throat slightly quicker, but the thickness has the same effect on your gag reflex.

You get lost in the unfamiliar taste, the slight musk that’s just so Bucky. Steve comes up behind you, tugging at your leggings, keeping you steady with one hand as he pulls them off with the other. He swipes them down, taking your ruined panties with them, discarding the soaked cotton and gripping your thighs, spreading you wider.

“God Steve, she’s a fucking pro.” Bucky’s usually deep voice is instead breathless when he speaks Steve over your shoulder. Steve chuckles knowingly, his hand caressing your bare skin.

“You hear that honey? You’re being so good for us.” You hum in acknowledgement, the praise going straight to your core.

For a moment he just stares at the slick coating your thighs, drawing small patterns across your skin. The moment is strangely intimate, made so by Bucky’s thumb brushing your cheek as he slowly starts to thrust into your mouth.

You feel Steve’s hands resting on your ass before he spreads you open, cool air against your warm wet heat causing you to sigh. He licks a single stripe from your clit, right to your dripping hole, pausing to hear you moan around Bucky’s cock before he does it again and again and again until he’s nose deep in your pussy.

You brace your hands on Bucky’s thighs. breath coming in short pants out of your nose. Steve’s lips wrap around your swollen nub, suckling harshly as he shakes his head, the friction making your eyes roll. His nose prods at your hole, and your nerves are on fire.

You suck harder on Bucky’s cock, alternating between stroking him whilst you lick and suckle on his heavy balls. You feel the ghost of Steve’s fingers against your slit, whimpering when he slides a single finger in right to the knuckle. He works you open slowly, stretching your wet cunt around his finger before adding a second, hooking them inside of you.

Between Bucky fucking your throat and Steve lapping at your cunt like he hasn’t eaten in weeks, you’re not sure you’ve ever been so aroused in your entire life. You want to whine when he pulls his mouth away from you, but the fullness of his fingers satisfies your simmering need.

“Look at you, letting my friend fuck your throat right in front of me.” His fingers don’t let up, bordering on the sweet side of harsh.

“Stevie, fuck that’s so good.” You sound as desperate as ever, lost in Steve and Bucky’s touch.

“Bet you’d let him fuck this pretty cunt if he asked, huh.” Of course you would. The thought alone is wildly arousing. Steve chuckles through his quiet grunts when you clench around him, curving his fingers ever so slightly.

“My pretty little whore.” He half chuckles, though it’s mostly a groan.

He sucks at your clit once more, fingers hooked inside of you and you’re a goner. You pull your mouth away from Bucky, stroking him instead as you gush slightly against Steve’s face. Bucky thrusts up into your hand at your loud moans that only spur Steve on, the orgasm so intense it makes your body slump against Bucky’s thigh.

You find the energy to take Bucky back into your mouth, letting him thrust against your tongue, taking what he needs.

His hips jut harshly, prodding the back of your throat. His hand moulds around the curve of your skull, fingers threaded through your hair guiding your movements. He’s quiet compared to Steve, not speaking unless it’s a quietly muttered fuck, or so good. Sometimes he’ll groan, deep and guttural, but others he’ll catch himself on the edge of a whimper.

Those are your favourite. Making a man as stoic and quiet as him whimper is soon to be your greatest triumph.

You brace yourself on his thighs, shifting one of your hands to wrap around his thick shaft. You work quickly against him, twisting and flicking your wrist, running your thumb just below his weeping head, pressing stray kisses to the bulging veins.

“Buck, put her on your lap” Steve speaks from behind you, squeezing your thigh before Bucky helps you up, manoeuvring your near boneless body on top of his thighs. The bright tip of his cock, smooth with a mix of precum and your spit, nudges your sensitive slit.

You flatten your palm on the underside of his dick, caging him in, grinding your slick cunt against him. He thrusts against you, chasing his release, resolve depleted as he whimpers into your neck. The sound alone is enough to send you over the edge. You keep your eyes on Steve as he watches your cunt writhe against Bucky. There’s a new hunger in his eyes, something you’ve never quite seen before.

Steve sits back on his calves, his fist working over his pretty dick as he watches you cum for a second time, only this time it’s against his best friends cock. He looks so pretty, with his hooded eyes and flushed cheeks all traces of his dominant nature drowned out by his desperation.

Bucky’s whimpers grow louder and his teeth brush against your skin. The hold he has on your hips tightens as his thrusts grow sloppy, and his teeth dig into your shoulder, a truly broken moan shattering through him as he cums. Ropes of white land on your mound, dripping down your slit. You can’t help but moan when he thrusts one final time, his sticky spend and your slick making a near diabolical sound

Moments later Steve, pushes himself up onto his knees, fucking his fist harshly, pushing himself over the edge with a deep, almost growl. You watch through tired eyes when he cums all over your messy cunt, faint droplets of white mingling with Bucks.

He leans back, taking in the sight of your ruined cunt, chest heaving. His fingers prod at your puffy slit one final time, swirling around in the mess three of you had made before he extends his hand to your already open mouth. You suck at them like a woman starved, tongue lapping at the digits until they’re instead slick with your spit.

A silence stretches between the three of you for a moment, before Steve stands, and ticks himself into his sweats. He presses a kiss to your forehead.

“So proud of you. You did so well.” His large hands cup your face, eyes searching yours for any discomfort. He finds none.

You watch him leave to retrieve a washcloth from the bathroom whilst Bucky presses small kisses to your marked skin and thanks you. You hum, too dazed to speak. When Steve returns, Bucky disappears into the kitchen for a few moments, returning with three bottles of water.

As you slump against the chair, Steve running a warm cloth over you and Bucky holding the water bottle to your lips, you look over at the clock again watching it tick, willing it to stop, hoping that Bucky doesn’t have to leave.

i think we all know by now everything i write sets back feminism a few hundred years. i’m very sorry and i will do it again.

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pls if this is too weird or dark ignore but anthony showing his brothers how to fuck a woman properly and get her aroused n shit and they’re all fully clothed still(including anthony) and they’re asking questions and trying out what they can and eventually she’s completely fucked out

good, honorable men

anthony bridgerton x fem!reader x colin bridgerton x benedict bridgerton. no incest, slight dubcon, fingering, oral, period/canon typical misogyny, d/s dynamics, power imbalance, voyeuristic themes, mention of prostitution, hair gripping.

a/n: this isn’t totally like your request, she doesn’t necessarily get fucked out and i made it more about how to treat a lady when you take her virginity than about pleasuring a woman, but i hope you still like it :,))

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“Sit up here- just like that.” Anthony murmurs as you settle on the edge of his desk, the wood cold and smooth against the bare skin of your ass. Your cheeks are hot with the embarrassment of sitting, fully nude, in the private study of your husband’s family home.

“Anthony, are you quite sure about this? I-“

“Darling, I thought we’d agreed that you would behave yourself.” Anthony says, somewhat impatiently, making you bite your lip. “Which includes not questioning me, does it not?” You nod shyly, watching as he takes your discarded clothes and drapes them neatly over the back of his chair.

“My apologies, sir. I’m just a bit nervous, I suppose.” You murmur, and when Anthony looks at you his face softens- if only slightly.

“Well you needn’t be. My brothers are good, honorable men. They shall not judge you, nor will they allow what they see to leave this room.” He walks around his desk so he’s beside you, close enough to rest a hand on your knee, which is turned primly inwards. “They merely wish to learn. And I, as their eldest brother, have the responsibility of teaching them.”

You open your mouth, but before you can speak there’s a sharp rap of knuckles against wood. Anthony grins. “Ah, there they are now. Just be good, as always, and you shall be fine.” He delivers a pat to your thigh before turning and striding across the room, leaving you exposed on his desk, heart hammering in your chest.

“Brothers, please come in.” Anthony says once he opens the door, stepping aside and revealing Benedict and Colin- or rather, revealing you to them. Benedict’s lip is curled up in a sly smirk as he steps into the room, while behind him Colin’s grinning like a cat who got the cream, and their intent stares are enough to have your breath hitching. Quickly, one arm flies to cover your breasts, and the other brings a hand over your mound, though there’s little left to cover there with how tightly your thighs are pressed together.

“Hi there, dearest. God, look at how pretty you are.” Benedict says as he places his hands on his hips, his eyes trailing up and down what’s still visible of your body.

“I am quite surprised Anthony lasts past a single thrust.” Colin quips, shooting your husband a teasing grin.

“Oh hush, you.” He mutters while Benedict snickers, but a subtle smile betrays his own amusement. “Though she is pretty, isn’t she?” Anthony stalks over to you, easily grabbing your wrists and yanking them away from your body, ignoring your nervous whimper. “Hands at your sides, darling, let them really see you.”

Your cheeks are on fire as three pairs of eyes hungrily take in the sight of your breasts, your nipples pebbled from the slightly chilled air in the room.

“Good god…” Colin breathes out as he stares. You can’t help but notice the slight bulge already visible in the front of the young man’s trousers.

“Why don’t you both take a seat and we can get started.” Anthony offers, gesturing to the two chairs facing you. You watch as the men get settled- Benedict leaning back with one leg over the other, lounging comfortably, and Colin sitting leaned forward, elbows on his knees, as if he’s trying to get as good a view as possible despite being mere feet away.

“Now, laying with a lady whose purity is intact is quite different than fucking the prostitutes you’re both familiar with.” Anthony starts as he steps up beside you. “You’ll want to take things much slower. She’s bound to be nervous, of course, but you don’t want to truly frighten her. I am sure you both know to start with kissing. From there you want to kiss her neck whilst you undress her,” he reaches up and ghosts his knuckles down the side of your throat, making an example of the way you shiver at the gentle touch. “This will ensure she is relaxed enough for you to rid her of her clothes. And then, you can move on to her breasts.”

You gasp when his large hands move to cup your mounds, kneading the soft flesh with an unusual tenderness. “You don’t want to be too harsh for the first time, gentle touches will be best.” He strokes the pads of thumbs over your nipples, and grip the edges of his desk with a soft, airy whimper. “Chances are her nipples will be very sensitive, as she has not been touched there by anyone else before. If she reacts well to the touch,” he gently rolls the hard bud between his thumb and forefinger, drawing a soft moan from your lips, “then keep it up. Such stimulation is a very good way to get her aroused.”

“And I’m assuming you know that she is reacting well if she’s making noises like that?” Benedict asks with a smirk, the question half teasing of your little gasps and mewls. Anthony chuckles.

“Precisely, brother.” Anthony keeps up his attentions to your breasts, kneading and rubbing and pinching gently, giving his brothers a few moments to watch and take in his technique. You try to ignore that they’re staring at you, your eyes squeezed shut tightly to block them out, but that doesn’t stop you from feeling their eyes as they burn into you.

“Now, if you’ve been successful with your kissing and touches, her body should be ready for penetration.” One of Anthony’s hands leaves your breast to tap the outside of your knee, which is still tilted inwards. “Open your thighs, love, allow them to see how wet you are.”

“My Lord…” you murmur shyly, opening your eyes to gaze at Anthony with obvious embarrassment. You barely hear Colin snicker and murmur almost inaudibly to the second eldest.

“She uses his title? Even in bed?”

“Does that truly surprise you, Colin?” Benedict whispers back. “You have met our brother, haven’t you?”

Both men laugh quietly to themselves while Anthony, ignoring their aside, taps demandingly at your knee once again. “Open them.”

At the obvious command in his tone you finally obey, allowing your thighs to fall apart and reveal your core to the three men in the room. You shiver as, along with their intent gazes, cool air meets your wet folds.

“Bloody hell, she’s soaked.” Benedict murmurs, enraptured by the sight of your glistening slick. Your cheeks burn hot at his words, but a glance at Anthony tells you he feels more pride than embarrassment.

“That is how you know you’ve prepared her properly.” Your husband delineates, stroking one hand over your shoulder and down your back, subtly soothing you. “Since you’ll likely be above her, unable to see between her legs, you must feel to ensure that she’s ready for you.” You shiver as the hand not on your back trails down your stomach from your breast, approaching your cunt. When he makes first contact you gasp softly, his calloused fingers feeling the perfect amount of rough against your sensitive flesh.

“Sir…” you choke out as he swipes two digits up your slit, spreading the moisture that has gathered there. He shushes you softly, not to silence you, but rather to soothe your evident apprehension.

“Not only will touching her cunt allow you to feel how wet she is, it will further her arousal and get her used to having your attentions there.”

“I would not mind putting my attentions there.” Benedict quips, watching with rapt attention as Anthony’s fingers stroke over your pussy. Anthony grins, and you can’t help the whine that escapes you when he pulls his hand away.

“In that case, brother, be my guest.” He offers, stepping further to your side rather than angled slightly in front of you. Your eyes widen and you look at your husband. Benedict and Colin share your shocked expression.

“Are you in earnest?” Colin asks, though an eager grin is already creeping in in place of his slack mouth. Anthony nods, and your heart races in your chest

“Is experience not the best way to learn? Come on, you may touch her.” Both brothers turn to exchange a ravenous glance before they’re on their feet, moving to cross the negligible space between you. At your side, Anthony must catch on to the way your body trembles slightly, because he rubs once more across your back, leaning down to murmur in your ear.

“You are perfectly okay, my love. You needn’t be so worried.” His words do serve to console you somewhat, and you take a deep breath, looking up at the two other men. Benedict offers you an earnest, gentle expression, reaching out very slowly towards the apex of your thighs.

“Is this alright?” His murmurs, his low baritone seemingly reverberating through you. You offer him a nod, unable to deny the thrill of excitement that passes through you at the thought of his touch.

With your permission he makes contact with your cunt, his deft fingers swiping through your folds to test your moisture only briefly before quickly finding their place on your clitoris. You let out a breathy moan in response to the circles he draws there, your eyes threatening to flutter closed in pleasure.

“Good girl…” Anthony murmurs, praising your willingness. The words make you whimper and clench around nothing, and Colin chuckles.

“She likes to be praised, does she?” The youngest observes, reaching out to knead gently at the flesh of your right breast. You notice his fingers are far softer than you’re used to.

“She does,” Anthony responds with a smirk. “I have found that most women do. Ample reassurance is always very helpful.”

Colin hums as he continues his ministrations, Benedict too focused entirely on the movements of his fingers against your clit.

“Let me have a go, brother.” Colin insists after a moment, letting go of your breasts in favor of lightly smacking Benedict’s hand away from your cunt. His own fingers soon replace it, and as you let out a moan you find yourself grateful that you aren’t left without pleasurable touch for long.

“Clean his fingers, darling.” Anthony murmurs, reaching up to tangle his fingers in your hair, effectively holding your still. Glancing at Benedict you can’t miss the blatant desire in his eyes. You slowly let your lips fall apart, keeping your eyes on his as he brings his two fingers, drenched in your slick, to your mouth. You dutifully suck them clean, swirling your tongue and suctioning rhythmically, careful not to involve your teeth. Benedict groans lowly.

“Anthony, you lucky bastard.” He mutters under his breath. You feel a surge of pride at his apparent jealousy, and you’re sure Anthony’s similarly arrogant.

Benedict pulls his fingers from your mouth just when Colin plunges two of his own inside your cunt. The sudden intrusion makes you jolt and cry out, Anthony quickly grabbing hold of you at your waist and the small of your back to keep you steady.

“Good god, Colin, you could give the poor girl some warning.” Benedict reprimands lightly, tenderly tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. You pant wildly as Colin thrusts his fingers at a delicious, though shallow, pace.

“Oh come on, I know we are pretending, but it is not as if she’s truly a blushing virgin.” Colin reasons with a grin, making your cheeks burn for what must be the millionth time. “She’s fine.” He looks at you when he crooks his fingers into that perfect spot, a cheeky glint in his eyes. You moan brokenly and your toes curl. “You like that, don’t you?”

You nod at first, but a sharp pinch delivered by Anthony to your outer thigh prompts you to choke out a weak “yes, Colin.”

Benedict’s hand moves across your body to give your right breast some attention, and before your left can mourn the loss he leans down, licking over your nipple with the flat of his tongue, much to your surprise. You can’t help but think that whatever “education” the men planned to be getting has been all but abandoned.

“My Lord… I do not think….” Your words are interrupted by a moan when Colin’s thumb swipes over your slit and you have to take a moment to recenter yourself before continuing. “I will not last.”

Colin’s gaze rises away from your cunt at the admittance, excitement clear in his eyes along with the grin that forms on his lips. He seems to double his efforts, pumping his fingers and driving them into your g-spot with every thrust, his thumb wiping back and forth swiftly over your clit. Benedict reacts similarly, sucking fervently on one nipple and tugging gently at the other. Pleasure builds rapidly in your gut, and you look at Anthony with desperation.

“Sir, please, may I?” You moan out, trembling with the effort to stave off your orgasm until you have your husband’s permission. Anthony hums, feigning pensiveness.

“Well…. You have been good, haven’t you?”

“Of course she has,” Benedict murmurs against your breast, pressing a sweet kiss beside your nipple before latching onto it once more.

“Do not be cruel to the poor thing, brother.” Colin adds, his fingers making an obscene sound as they pump into your soaked channel. Anthony smirks, grasping the back of your neck, ready to stabilize you.

“Go ahead, my love. Let go.” You relax as soon as the words leave him, your eyes squeezing shut along with your thighs with the force of your orgasm. Your whole body trembles with pleasure, Colin working you through it with his fingers.

“Good god, she’s so tight when she cums.” Colin grits out, struggling to continue his movements. Benedict’s gazing at your face, pupils blown.

“And she looks absolutely beautiful.”

You’re shuddering through the aftershocks when you finally have the wherewithal to open your eyes, finding the two brothers still gazing at you hungrily. Colin pulls his fingers free from your cunt with a shameful squealch.

“Well, I’d consider that a successful lesson.” Anthony says humorously, smirking at his two brothers as he supports your lax form against him, stroking your side.

“I certainly learned a lot.” Colin quips back. Benedict chuckles.

“As did I. Perhaps next time we could brush up on our oral skills?”

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I imagine that citrine H is absolutely obsessed with honey like he puts that shit in and on everything. In tea, on toast, on his berries, even putting yns finger in the jar just so he can lick it off her

tiny cw: theres a tiny bit of anal at the end ! do not read if youre not super into it :)

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Harry loves honey.

Honestly, next to (Y/N), it was his favorite thing to eat. He wanted to put it on everything he could, and there wasn't much he couldn't somehow meander his way into adding it into. He'd always had a sweet tooth growing up, but as soon as he stole away to his cottage and began taking care of himself in every way, including harvesting his own honey through some of the very generous bees who had hives around his meadow, he couldn't help but take it up a level.

It was one of his favorite things to share with (Y/N), as well. While she didn't have quite the same affinity for sweets that he did, she never failed to indulge him and always tried all of his desserts and little treats. There was nothing like tasting honey in her kiss; the nectar would linger over her lips and sweeten every pass of her tongue over his. He wasn't sure if she ever picked up on it, but whenever he made her something with honey added, he had to sneak kisses in while she ate or indulge some as soon as she finished. Even when he added it to their cups of tea, just a hint of the thick substance remaining in the warm liquid was enough to have him all but abandoning the drink in favor of getting every note from her lips and luxuriating in the honey of her kiss.

But, just because he loved it, didn't mean he was very careful with it.

This morning, (Y/N) had woken with him to the sun's rays, their late night together having only ended a handful of hours before. That meant she woke up early and a bit grumpy with an empty stomach, which was something Harry just wouldn't allow to persist. One of his favorite breakfasts to make for her, especially under warm weather, was a crusty slice of a toasted baguette topped with his homemade raspberry preserves, a spread of brie cheese, and a dripping of golden honey all over. The honey and raspberries were his favorite part; sinking into the textured holes of the bread allowed for the brie to hit his tongue first, buttery and thick before the tart raspberries and the bright honey cut through it like sunshine pouring through open windows. It helped that (Y/N) loved it just as much from the way she requested it when she knew he had everything on hand to prepare the meal.

Harry couldn't lie and say he wasn't distracted as he brought together (Y/N)'s breakfast this morning. He could feel her eyes on his back as he worked, only a pair of boxers snug against his hips with the rest of his sun-bathed skin on display for his lover. But, knowing that if he looked over his shoulder, he'd find the rest of his outfit—really just an oversized Woodstock t-shirt he'd bought from the back of someone's van at the festival—adorning his Flame and nothing else, was the real distraction. It had been storming all night, leaving something special in the air that stung Harry's system and had him good and ready for hours on end last night. He was lucky just the memory of it all wasn't getting him hard, so knowing (Y/N) was sitting pretty behind him with her legs folded underneath her was the biggest test to keep his focus.

Though, when his jar of honey was knocked over, spilling some of the nectar over the rim, Harry realized he'd failed the test.

"H, did you spill it again?" (Y/N) giggled from behind him, voice still dredged with sleep though her laughter felt brighter than the sun.

"No," he lied, obvious in the way he elongated the word and stepped in front of her view of the mess.

"Yes, you did," she pressed, another peal of her laughter filling his cottage. That made this whole mess worth it; sticky flannel and hot water burning his fingertips and all.

"Oh, hush," he scolded her though the words lost their grit through his smile, "'M making y'breakfast even after y'woke up all grumpy on me, and this is how y'thank me?"

Harry shook his head at her, feigning disappointment as he grabbed their completed plates. He willed the rest of the cleanup to take care of itself with a jerk of his chin as he opted to spend his breakfast with his sunshine.

"I'm sorry, Harry," she told him, beaming up at him before he settled on the bed with her, folding his legs underneath himself before offering her breakfast, "I just think it's funny, that's all. Without fail, you always know how to make a mess."

Tipping his head to the side as he took his first bite of this morning's meal, Harry shrugged. "Maybe, but I didn't hear y'complaining about the mess I made last night."

Looking up at her through the splay of his lashes, Harry watched as her aura flared up with bright splashes of crimson bleeding into the contented yellow and baby pink that was her resting halo. A short smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, lopsided with a single dimple in his cheek. He had a feeling he knew exactly what was on her mind.

"Eat your breakfast," she shooed him off with the faux-scold. It only took Harry one lingering look to see just how flimsy of a facade the nonchalance was.

With that lopsided smile still pinned to his cheeks, he granted her a reprieve as he dropped his gaze (not before making sure her aura was just as sweet and heated as he was hoping). They were quiet then, leaving Harry to revel in her company, the reach of her energy warmer than the sunlight bleeding through the windows and sweeter than the food on his tongue. Every other moment, his eyes drifted to her, watching as she took bites of the food he made for her, washing away his worry over her hunger.

While he was watching her innocently, of course, maybe he was paying a little too much attention to her mouth. It wasn't inherently sexy, what she was eating—crusty bread was built for comfort, not hard-ons—, but that didn't stop him from taking in every swipe of her tongue over her lips as she cleaned up the raspberries that worked the stain the center of her mouth or the honey that clung to the bread before bowing and breaking to pool on her skin. Maybe, he wasn't quite over the storm that had boiled in his system the night before.

Nonetheless, he kept to himself. (Y/N), at least, needed to eat some before he could go back to laying with his face between her legs.

Other than a few looks over their food—(Y/N) looking away with a shy smile on her face every time she caught his eyes, and Harry trying to bite back the smug curl that took his own mouth—he left her be. Just when Harry felt his mind begin to wander, (Dande would probably be home from wherever she scampered off for the night soon, so he would need to get her some lunch made) (Y/N) huffed out a pout. When he refocused his gaze on her, he found the expected furrow of her brow and the puff of her bottom lip pushed from the set of her mouth.

With a question of what was wrong on the tip of his tongue, Harry stopped when he saw the glimmer of honey dripping down the corner of her mouth. She'd hit one of the potholes in the crust of the bread, surprising her with a long drop of money that extended from the corner of her mouth and down the curve of her chin, leaving a sticky mess over her skin.

"Don't laugh," (Y/N) scolded as soon as she realized he was watching her though the corner of her own mouth threatened to tick upwards.

"'M not, 'm not," Harry protested, telling the truth as he watched the refraction of the golden nectar inch over her dewy skin. There wasn't any reason to laugh as far as he was concerned, not when he was too busy being envious of the slow crawl of the honey over her face.

Looking at her sticky fingers, (Y/N) scrunched her nose in distaste. Flitting her gaze to Harry, she gave him pleading eyes. "Can you help me? My hands are sticky."

Harry raised his honey-sticky and raspberry dotted fingers with his own version of an apology on his features. "Sorry, lovie," he murmured.

A huffed sigh fell from her lips. "It's okay, H."

It was then she made a move to get off the bed, leaving towards the kitchen, that Harry had an idea. A faint ping of panic zipped through him that urged him to get her to stay right where she was on the bed with him. With a careful kick of his leg, he nudged his foot against the back of her calf.

"Wait," he stopped her, "I think I can still help."

"Oh, yeah," she said, settling back gown with an obvious smile on her face, "magic."

Though a lopsided smile curled his lips, Harry didn't bother to correct her as he made a show of flicking his dirty dishes away with a wave of his fingers. With the full of his attention on her, he watched as she eagerly pushed her own unfinished plate to sit on his bedside table, leaving room for her to scoot over the mattress and into Harry's space.

She closed her eyes once her knee knocked against his, surely waiting for whatever spell she had decided he was going to use on her. Instead, Harry simply leaned forwards and pressed his lips to the pool of honey on her skin. His tongue peeked out between his puckered lips, grazing over her chin in an effort to clean away the honey that would refuse to slick over his own lips.

At the sound of (Y/N)'s breath catching, Harry lost the pucker of his lips to a smug smile as he lingered. He couldn't blame her, really. If he had thought he liked honey before, it had to be his favorite food now that he'd tasted it from her skin.

Dotting an innocent kiss to her now cleaned skin, he pulled away with his lips now carrying the mess she'd made. (Y/N) sat with her eyes closed for a bit longer, lashes fluttering as they rimmed her quivering eyelids.

"What," she started, a little too breathy for the morning sunshine, "was that?"

Blinking her gaze open, Harry was granted a look at her aura; the soft colors now edged with a bright red ribbon. But, he could have guessed as much when he looked at the blown set of her pupils.

"I helped you," he answered simply, just short of a shrug with how nonchalant he was trying to be. He was well aware of the way (Y/N) was watching him as he brought his dirtied fingers to his mouth and licked the honey and raspberries from the pads, leaving them with only the essence of the nectar and stain from the fruit. Finally, peeking at her through his lashes, he asked her: "What?"

Shaking her head, (Y/N) seemed to realize she was still watching him. Her aura flickered out once she cut eye contact with him, her gaze shifting down to her own honey-sodden hands. "Nothing," she told him.

Harry couldn't help the way his eyes dropped down to her hands. The pads of her delicate fingers weren't pooling with the honey the way the curve of her chin had been marred with such, but he could see the way the traces gleamed in the sunlight.

"I can clean that up, too," he told her, trying his best to not let his mouth slip into a smug curve again as he nodded his chin towards her hands.

As much as he wanted to see (Y/N) squirm over her answer, pretend like he was only being a pest and wasn't getting under her skin the way he knew he was, he didn't have that kind of patience in him this morning. Instead, he grabbed for her wrist, fingers wrapping around the delicate curve of the bones. Ducking his head, he pressed his lips to the pads of her fingers, repeating the pattern of his tongue sneaking out and lapping up the honey from her skin. He moved across her fingertips, cleaning her up with a kiss pressed to every finger before he moved to the next until he made it through both hands.

The heat of (Y/N)'s gaze followed him as he didn't bother to pull away from her skin, to stop kissing over her hand even with the mess was cleaned.

"Tastes so good this way, you know that?" he told her, the words smeared against her skin as he dared to kiss up to her wrist.

Turning her hand in his hold, (Y/N) presented the soft underside of her arm to him, the downy skin getting all the love Harry could give. "W-What does?"

"Honey," he affirmed, grateful for the stick that lingered over his lips, giving him a glimpse of the taste with every press of his lips against her skin, "It tastes better when it's from you."

"Oh," was all she gave in response, the sound breathless.

"That alright, sunshine? If I keep tasting it from you?" Harry asked, already willing the pot of honey from his kitchen counter to make its way over to his bed.

"I-Its sticky," (Y/N) peeped, the would-be protest having little grit.

"I'll keep y'clean, don't worry," he murmured against her skin, grabbing for the honeypot once it was within range with the help of his magic.

Bypassing the honey dipper leant against the lip of the jar, Harry ran his finger through the substance, letting it pool on the pad of his index before he pulled it from the jar. A long string of the nectar fell from his fingertip, collecting on the surface of the honey still in the pot until he ran a thick line with his finger over the bare skin of her arm. Harry watched with his bottom lip tucked between his teeth as a layer of goosebumps erupted on her skin, a glance up through his lashes showing him she was concentrating on the touch of his sticky finger.

Harry pressed a line of kisses through the golden honey first, leaving indents of his lips through the line and spreading it through the kiss print he left over her skin. Once he reached the crook of her elbow, the end of the line, he made a show of pulling away with a lick to his lips as he looked up at his lover.

Her pupils were blown, the inky black swallowing the color of her iris with her swollen lips gripped between the blunt of her teeth. A smug smile worked its way onto his lips as he saw the way she seemed to be enraptured by the look of his glistening lip prints in the glow of the honey. He didn't need to see her aura to know he'd gotten to her, leaving his sunshine speechless.

"See?" he started, already dipping his chin down to run the tip of his tongue through the river he'd painted on her skin, "Not so bad, right? Barely even realize 'm getting you all sticky, I bet."

A nod of (Y/N)'s head was what he earned in response, her eyes wide and watching. The long drag of his tongue through the honey pile, collecting every streak and letting it pool on the flat of his tongue, had (Y/N)'s breathing going stagnant.

With a tongueful of honey in his mouth, Harry pressed his lips up her bicep, the sweetness flooding through the puckering of his lips as he got a second taste of it with her skin. The line of kisses he left picked up where he'd drawn the initial line with his finger, and went all the way up to the cuffed sleeve of her borrowed t-shirt, the fabric frayed and tickling his nose once he was close enough.

It didn't feel at all as dramatic as he was sure it looked when Harry swallowed the mouthful of honey he had, eyes fluttering closed as he swore the extra sweetness was due to the skin he kissed it off. A wide smile spread across his lips as he felt his muscles deflate and relax. All the while, the heat of (Y/N)'s gaze followed him, surely stopping on the sheen of honey that glittered over his lips.

Blinking his eyes open, he was granted with the exact view he'd been hoping for: (Y/N) with eyes wide, lips swollen and gaped open as puffs of breath filtered from between, and a glittering warmth he saw traveling through her aura.

"Wanna try?" he asked her, canting his head to the side with his curls flopping over his forehead.

"Hm?" (Y/N) hummed, her gaze coming back to match his own, the color dark but moon wide.

"Wanna try a taste? I know y'don't love honey as much as I do, but I think this could change your mind," he reasoned, already dipping his finger into the jar once more. A fresh coat of the nectar glistened over his fingertip, distorting the pearlescent pink color that adorned his nails.

As soon as (Y/N) gave him a quiet nod, he brought his fingertip to her lips. He watched as she parted her mouth for him, allowing a peek of her pink tongue to slip though and lave over his digit. A harsh breath came out through Harry's nose as he watched, bottom lip trapped between his teeth at the wet heat of her tongue while his stomach tightened at the sight.

"Good, right?" he pressed, though he didn't bother to lift his finger from her mouth in wait of her answer.

Speaking against his digit, the rest of the honey highlighting the full of her lips and collecting in the ridges of the skin, she told him, "Yeah, really good."

"Want more?" he asked her, watching as she chased after his finger when he pulled it from her lips, a smug smile on his own. A quiet nod from her had his stomach raveling tighter.

Pressing the pad of his finger against her lips again, he watched as he parted her mouth for a repeat of what he'd already shared with her, only for him to paint the honey across her lips. The tip of his finger traced along the pillows of her mouth, going to the very corners without spilling over before he touched at the points of her Cupid's bow. Once he was done, Harry could see the glimmer of the nectar across her mouth, just like the lip glosses she loved to apply.

Her mouth stuttered as she tried to part her lips, a furrow pinching at her brow with a question forming on her lips before Harry silenced her as he ducked his head and pressed his lips to hers.

The kiss was sticky and wet, the honey dripping down their chins before Harry had a chance to sweep it up with his tongue. Every slotting of her bottom lip between his two gave him a taste of the nectar, warmed by her skin and the heat of her breathing. It was (Y/N) that snuck her tongue out first, skimming along the full of his bottom lip and shuddering when she ran into the tip of his own tongue. Creeping his clean hand up to cup the back of her neck, Harry tipped her head back, allowing the smears of honey to be shared between them even if he felt his chin grow sticky and the corners of his lips were pasted to hers with the help of the nectar.

With a nudge of his nose against hers as he tilted his head to the side, deepening the kiss, (Y/N) parted her lips just enough for him to sneak his tongue inside and sweep across the planes of her mouth. The honey had sunk into the buds of her tongue, the sweetness being shared once again as he licked over it.

Pulling back with a wet pop, Harry looked at his Flame with hooded eyes, lips swollen and wet with a tacky chin. "Wish y'could taste it like I am—off of you. Got me crazy jus' kissing you," he murmured, feeling starry-eyed despite the morning sun streaming through his cottage windows.

(Y/N) shook her head, breathless with a lovingly pink and ravishingly red aura haloing her form. "I like it my way," she countered, a hazy dream carrying out her words, "I like it from you."

No matter how many times Harry found himself with her wrapped around him, murmuring any kind of praise, things like that still managed to bring a heat to his skin that threaded through his system to work its way up to his cheeks. He liked knowing she adored him as much as he did her—even in moments like these.

A smiley kiss was pressed to her lips, lacking the messy urgency from before. His hand on her neck drifted lower until he came into contact with the neckline of her borrowed shirt, his fingertips wiggling underneath the fabric as he pet at her bare skin.

"We should take this off, shouldn't we?" he mumbled against her kiss, a lingering peck of his lips being placed at the corner of her mouth.

With a contented smile still on her lips, (Y/N) nodded her head, "Yeah."

He made quick work of pulling her top over her head, arms raised over her head before the fabric joined the pile on the floor with garments that had been discarded the night before. Dropping his hands to her waist, Harry moved her to lay on her back, lifting her hips and splaying her legs on either side of his own knelt position.

With her head cushioned by the pillows and body sinking into the mattress below her, she looked like a goddess as tufts of his green dyed bedding cradled her form and sunlight dipped through the paneless windows and illuminated her skin. Stretches of bare skin were left on display as she laid under him, completely naked save for the tiny pair of underwear concealing her center. Harry sat between her spread legs, his own folded under him with his hands smoothing across the expanse of her tummy.

"You're so beautiful, (Y/N)," he murmured, words dripping with affection just the same way he could picture honey oozing over her skin. "'M so lucky, sunshine."

Peaks of baby pink colored her aura, complimented by happy yellows that softened the crimson shade that hovered the closest to her form. "H," she smiled a shy one, "you're gonna make me cry, stop."

"Nooo," he laughed, elongating the word as he folded himself over her with a press of his lips to the underside of her jaw, "Don't cry, sunshine. I'll have to cry too, and then we'll never get anything done."

"I don't want you to cry," (Y/N) played along with an exaggerated whine, wrapping her arms around his shoulders with her fingers tangling into the sweep of curls warming the back of his neck.

"Then, neither of us are allowed to cry," Harry cemented, popping his head out from the crook of her neck to press an exaggerated, smacking kiss to the corner of (Y/N)'s mouth, "We'll go back to almost having sex instead. Sound good?"

A bright smile broke out on (Y/N)'s features, lips still swollen despite the stretch. "Is that what we're doing? Because it felt like you were just finishing having your breakfast on me."

Harry only shrugged under her hold, a lopsided smile being pressed into the apple of her cheek. "Didn't hear y'complaining," he told her simply, the words melting into her skin.

"I will if you don't keep going before I get cold," (Y/N) sung, teasing words their own kind of honey that had Harry's heart skipping a beat.

Harry didn't say anything more before he pulled back, sitting back on his heels before he reached towards the forgotten honeypot that had thankfully stayed upright in the folds of the bedding through all the movement. With (Y/N) watching him, bare chest puffing with even breaths that he was determined to get out of order once again, he relied on the honey dipper this time. The hive-like head to the dipper was well coated in the nectar, but Harry still made a point to drag it through the thick substance a little longer, soaking it in.

Pulling it from the jar, a long string that funneled back in to join the rest of the honey draped from the dipper. Harry didn't pay it any mind before he was waving the wand over (Y/N)'s body until he met the ledge of her collarbone. He drew a long line over the bones, allowing most of it to pool in the dip between the two halves before he traced the final bit between the valley of her breasts. (Y/N)'s breathing was stilted at the touch he dragged over her skin.

With a touch of magic, Harry placed the honeypot carefully on his bedside table, right next to (Y/N)'s breakfast that felt like it could have been put together days ago as far as his memory served. Reaching over her with his fists planted in the bedding on either side of her body, Harry pressed his face against the curve of her neck. The tip of his nose dragged along the delicate slope, following after the small kisses he planted over her skin before he met the structure of her collarbones.

Just as he dipped his tongue out, lapping up the pool of honey in the dip at the base of her throat, Harry felt a pair of hands tangle themselves in the swirls of curls on the top of his head. (Y/N) pet the strands back, out of his face as she cleaned her skin of the mess he made just moments before, kissing and licking up the trail of honey from her petal-soft skin. A sheen was left on her collarbones from the lapping of his tongue that spread across the ledge, only sticky kiss-prints that he left behind being the only evidence that he had sweetened the area.

By the time he followed the line down between her breasts he noticed that the grip she had in his hair was urging him in the direction of the swells of her chest. A self-satisfied smile was pressed into her sternum as he stayed put.

"Not yet, lovie," he crooned to her, "Don't have honey there yet, so I can't kiss y'there."

"B-But," she whined, throwing her head back against the cushioning pillows with a huff he felt under his lips.

"'S alright, sunshine," he tried to soothe her, drawing away from her chest with a cant to his head, "Is that where y'want me next?"

The jerky nod of her head was all he earned in response.

With a wave of his fingers, the honeypot was back in his hand. The dipper was useless this time Harry decided as he dipped his fingers into the jar. His index and middle fingers were drenched in the nectar by the time he pulled them out, only a few drips falling back into the pot. He disregarded the mess of the remaining strings that hadn't yet bowed and broken as he pressed his fingers to the soft peaks of her nipples. Harry watched as he swiped the pads of his digits over the buds, the honey staying put for only a moment before spreading over her skin and glistening. He couldn't help the way he sat back on his heels, admiring the way the honey worked itself over her skin, dotting her with drops of sunshine and sunflowers.

(Y/N)'s hands had fallen down to his shoulders during his art project, but he could tell she was growing impatient with the way she arched her back off the mattress in an effort to thread her fingers back through the curls. With the added movement, the rippling of her breasts as she arched up for him, the nectar dared to drip down the swells of her breasts, painting the soft curve and giving him more reason to spend time lapping up every drop of the honey.

"'M coming, 'm coming," Harry crooned to her in an effort to placate the grabby hands that tried to claw their way into his hair.

As soon as the honeypot was put away safe from (Y/N)'s squirming form, Harry stuck true to his promise and ducked his head down until he was level with her chest. Licking a fat stripe over the peak of her nipple, Harry felt her shudder underneath him, another delicate arch of her spine to present more of her breasts to him. He allowed her to direct him just where he was wanted, staying steady over her nipple, soft lips sucking the bud with grazes of his tongue to lap away the startling pricks of his teeth. Her moans and breathless calls of his name was better than any record he could have plucked from his collection.

It was only when he remembered the rest of the mess that was painted over her skin that he managed to break from her hold. His tongue lazed over the curve of her breast, lapping up the thick drip of honey that threatened to drop from her chest and down the cage of her ribs. Her breast was left in a sheen that matched the one sparkling over her collarbone just before a dotted kiss was pressed to her puffy nipple.

(Y/N) relaxed into the bed, practically sinking into the springy mattress as he moved onto her twin breast, swirling his tongue over her nipple, collecting every bit of honey from her skin. Harry even felt his own eyes fluttered to a close when there was no more honey to lap from her chest, leaving him to lave over her nipple and listen to every hitched breath or sweet call of his name.

"Harry," (Y/N) whimpered when the blunt of his teeth came out to graze the soft curve of her breast.

"I know," he crooned, flirting his mouth over the swell of her chest before pulling her nipple softly between his lips in a wet suck, "Keep pulling m'hair, sunshine, 's alright."

Doing just that, Harry realized she wasn't trying to cling him to her chest anymore, despite the arching of her back. No, she was pushing him down towards the soft of her tummy and assumedly to the waistband of her panties that were stickier than the honeypot on his bedside table.

"Want me lower, lovie?" he asked her, peeking through the fan of his lashes to see her with her eyes fluttered closed and lips poised in a gap.

"Pl-Please," she gasped out, a stick-wet noise, "More, honey."

While he couldn't be sure if she was asking for more of the nectar that he'd been drawing over her skin, or calling him her favorite pet name, he didn't really care. Either way, she was going to get more of him and the honey.

With one more kiss pressed to her sternum, heart beat pounding against the bone, Harry lifted himself from his hovered position over her body. (Y/N)'s hands dropped from his hair, fingertips dragging down his bare chest as they mapped the ridges and dips of the blocks of muscle covering his abdomen. Through hooded eyes, she watched as he dipped his fingers into the pot, the dipper being knocked around as he swirled them through the nectar.

This time, the extra drips worked to his advantage as he hovered his fingers over the soft of her tummy. He let the drops pool in her bellybutton, a unexpected giggle falling from (Y/N)'s lips at the feel just before Harry's fingers were denting into the soft curve of her middle. In deliberate strokes, he spelled out his name across her skin, all capital letters that shone as a sheer gold in the light.

Looking up from his masterpiece, a smug grin on his lips, Harry saw a soft smile on (Y/N)'s lips that had his heart stuttering in his chest. "What, sunshine?"

Her eyes were still closed as she shook her head, "Just tickled. What did you draw, anyway?"

"M'name."

The simple answer had a shudder running through (Y/N)'s spine, the extra drops of the honey rippling and going rouge off of the 'Y' painted on her tummy.

"Yeah?" he pressed, a little too proud of her reaction, "Like having m'name on y'like that?"

"Uh-huh," she breathlessly affirmed, the blunt of her teeth peeking out as she tried to bite back her smile. "I wanna see it."

Harry perked up immediately at her request. "Can I take a picture of you, then?" The short nod he earned was just enough to have him snapping his fingers, his prized camera appearing in the same breath. "Smile, sunshine."

Though her face was just barely in frame, Harry still hoped he caught the extent of her lazy smile and softened features in the photo. Nonetheless, through the viewfinder, he centered the make of his name sparkling over her tummy as the main focus before he pressed down on the button at the top of the camera. A shutter sounded along with the click of the flash, following by the whirring of the photograph being printed from the slot.

As much as he would have wanted to wait for the photo to develop, coo over it with (Y/N) when she shied away at the sight of herself on the film, he had much more pressing matters to attend to.

"I'll show y'after, okay, sunshine?" he told her as she shuffled between her legs, laying with his chest flat against the bed with his legs hanging off. With a flick of his hand, both the camera and the photo were stowed away for safe keeping, away from the mess being made on the bed.

Harry was just barely aware of the quiet agreement she gave him with a nod of her head before she was distracted with the need to tangle her fingers through his hair as he hovered over her tummy. His first stop was to clean up the stray drips that threatened to make a bigger mess than wouldn't be as much fun to clean as his Flame. He swiped his tongue over her skin, tickling the soft of his love's waist before he placed a gentle kiss to soothe her giggley form. The letters of his name were perfected with the help of his pointed tongue and the effort it took for him to not get distracted and lick over her in broad stripes.

In an attempt to preserve his branding for a moment longer, the pool that collected in her bellybutton was the next to be sipped from. That had (Y/N) letting out peals of laughter with her fingers tight in his hair, only intensifying when he dipped his tongue inside and cleared her of the stick as best he could.

"H-Harry, stop," she laughed, knees bending on either side of his shoulders as her hips bucked, "Tha-That tickles."

"Sorry, sorry," he smiled, nose grazing her soft skin as he shook his head, "Almost done, sunshine. Jus' want to make sure you're all clean."

She only settled when he finished with a puckered kiss against her bellybutton, her breathing ragged but sweet. "Thank you," she breathed out, carding her fingers through his hair as he started on the task of devouring his name as it was written on her skin.

As much as he hated for the brand to diminish, he was finding nothing had ever tasted as sweet as the stamp of his name written in honey on her skin. In deliberate strokes of his tongue, the broad letters he wrote in remained in the glistening tracks left behind by his tongue. With the sun shining just perfectly over her form, HARRY sparkled over her skin, not quite as bold and sticky as the honey, but still something that placated that primitive need in him to claim her despite the tether that joined their hearts.

Though the sight of her heaving chest with his name glimmering on her tummy was the perfect distraction, Harry couldn't ignore the set of panties displayed right in his face. The last place that hadn't felt the kiss of his honey and the streak of his tongue this morning.

Pulling away with a heavy breath, chest feeling just as tight as his balls under his hardened cock, Harry stood at the end of the bed. (Y/N)'s still bent legs were planted with her feet flat in the bedding that cradled her. With a gentle grip, Harry grabbed for her ankles, pulling them out from under her before he tugged her to sit with her bottom at the very edge of the mattress. He was her landing pad as he dropped to his knees, laying her soft thighs over his shoulder with her toes curling against his shoulder blades.

"Still need me here?" he asked her, fingers hooking into the waist of her panties. Looking up, he found (Y/N) with her eyes bright and clear as she gazed down at him with wide eyes.

"Uh-huh," she breathed out, sinking into the mattress despite wanting to keep her eyes on her man kneeling between her legs. "Please."

A soft, lopsided smile graced his features, only a single dimple denting his cheek as he pressed a kiss to the inside of her thigh.

"Hand me the honey, please, sunshine," he requested, hands too busy tugging her panties down with a lift of her hips to conjure up the nectar.

It was cute the way she scrambled to reach for the bedside table without straying more than an inch from him. With the dipper clinking against the lip of the jar, Harry took it from her with a gentle kiss to the same hands that had started his obsessed with tasting the honey from her skin.

With her bare before him, still swollen some from the way he treated her pussy the night before, Harry couldn't stop himself before he pressed an affectionate kiss to her clit. Her toes scrunched behind his back with her hands scrambling to make a home in his hair. A quiet call of his name floated in the open air of his cottage, pricking his ears and puffing his chest at the sound of the whine.

"'M excited about this part, sunshine, I can't lie," he crooned, swirling the dipper through the honey. Looking up from between her legs, (Y/N) was blissfully sunken into the bed, teeth gnawing at her bottom lip with stilted breaths expanding her chest. "The second y'let me start playing, been so excited to get some honey on your pussy and treat y'right after how many times y'took care of me last night. I know it's gonna taste so good with your cum."

The soft of her thighs muffed his ears, clenching around his head even when Harry let out a short laugh at her reaction.

"Ready?" he asked her, drawing the dipper from the jar with honey dripping from the tip.

"Harry, please," was her perfect plead.

In gentle passes, the dipper was stroked over her core. Each side of her slit was glazed with the honey before the bud of her clit was draped in the nectar, glistening like her wetness had been spread thickly over her pussy. He couldn't help but to press a nudging tease of the dipper against her clit, happy with the way she shuddered and almost arched her back off the bed at the simple touch.

But, that pride was quickly pushed to the back of his mind when he saw the way her opening clenched around nothing between her parted lips. That had his mouth absently dropping open in a matching gape to the one on (Y/N)'s face, his hips pressing into the side of the mattress from where he knelt at the edge. The pressure of the soft bedding released tension he hadn't known he'd been holding since he started work on her body. Shuffling on his knees, Harry moved with his arms wrapping around the outside of (Y/N)'s thighs, hands pressed into her hips while his own pelvis was mercifully pressed into the mattress.

"So, so, so pretty, sunshine," he breathed in awe, tracing the drops of honey that ran down to the crease of her ass with his eyes. "I wouldn't have eaten m'breakfast if I knew y'were gonna let me have you instead."

The tugging of his hair was his reward for his praising words, the tensing of her tummy felt under his fingertips. "H, please."

Nothing would ever sound sweeter than the call of his name in her voice. And, nothing could ever taste sweeter than that first graze of his tongue over her honey-covered pussy, sweet and tart and warm. A contented moan slipped out of Harry's throat as he reveled in the taste of her, cheeks already sticky from the clinging honey that he'd smeared over her body. He didn't pay it any mind as soon as he started hearing the breathless moans and quiet whines that fell from his sunshine's lips, his only job now to see how many times he could hear her call to him while he did nothing more than kiss and service her core as she deserved.

Honey slicked over his lips as he barely remembered to clean it from (Y/N)'s skin, instead laving his tongue over the skin underneath, sucking at her slit and nosing at her clit. Wet sounds filled the cottage every time he sucked at her pussy, sticky and slick with the way he popped off only to dive right in with a shake of his face against her core. Her skin shone with the stick of the honey and slick of his spit, spreading as far as painting the soft inside of her thighs. The tip of his nose was even dotted with some honey that he'd collected every time he dove into her center. Broad stripes of his tongue over the full of her core was enough to remind him of the extra drops that were traveling down her core, and settling in the crease just before the curve of her ass.

Pulling back, Harry wanted to look at the mess he was making, tasking one of his thumbs to reach from it's spot on her hip to press into the bud of her clit. Watching the way (Y/N) clenched around nothing, just the idea of him sinking inside whether it be with his tongue, his fingers, or the cock, had him rutting against the side of the bed, enough to have him dizzy. He watched as a rouge drip of the nectar ran from the slit of her pussy, and down, down, down.

He watched as she keened at the feel of something dipping farther down, between her cheeks to somewhere Harry hadn't played with yet. Keeping one of his hands stationed on her hip, thumb gently petting at her puffy clit, Harry used the other to carefully separate spread her bottom open, showing just where the honey had descended.

While this was never an area they had broached together, this wasn't uncharted territory as far as Harry's past was concerned. It was never something he was especially privy to, but now that the idea had presented itself in the form of dripping honey painting down to his lover's most intimate area, he didn't think he had it in him to turn it down.

"Wh-What are you doing? Why'd you stop?" (Y/N) whined, hips shifting and subsequently giving him a better view of where he was currently trying to talk himself out of burying his face into.

"Jus' looking at you, sunshine. That's all," he murmured, not telling the whole truth. Nonetheless, to appease her, he began pressing random kisses along the crease of her bottom, lapping up any fallen honey and charting her reactions every time he got closer to the cleft between her cheeks.

He dared closer and closer until he fit his chin between, a gentle line of kisses with sweeps of his tongue being smattered across her slit before he ventured further down. His eyes were attentive and watching as he looked for any negative reaction the second his mouth fit between her spread cheeks.

With the way she keened, bucking her hips into his circling thumb, she was either too lost in her pleasure to notice the sweep of his tongue as he collected the rogue drop of honey that inspired this want in him, or she didn't mind the intrusion at all.

Harry grew bold as he nudged his way between her asscheeks, licking over the puckered hole typically nestled out of sight. The clench of that first touch over her was enough to even have his eyes trying to flutter to a close. Until, he heard (Y/N)'s voice.

"Ar-Are you—?" she breathlessly asked, cutting herself off before she could ask exactly what he was doing.

"Yeah," he breathed, the exhale fanning across her heated skin, another clench around a phantom touch from her little hole, "Yeah, I am."

"Oh, my god."

The way she bucked her hips hard against his hand, back arched with her head pushed back into the cushion of the mattress underneath was enough to have Harry pressing his own hips into the soft of the springy mattress.

She fucking liked it.

That was all he needed to know before he was burying his face between her spread cheeks, swiping his tongue over her puckered entrance. He never stopped the touching over her clit, keeping her content in case he made a move that didn't have her keening. Honey dripped over his tongue and stained his mouth as he tasted her deeper than he ever had before, the tip of his tongue sliding through the very bottom of her slit every time she keened into him.

The creaking springs of his mattress gave away just how into this Harry was, his hips thrusting against he edge as if he were fucking into his girl instead of tufts of bedding. It was enough of a trip knowing that he was eating her ass, tasting and kissing and giving her all the attention she seemed to fall in love with the second he made the drop, but the extra tension relief of pressing his weepy cock into the mattress through the thin material of his boxers was enough to have his mind melting to mush.

"Ha-Harry, I'm gonna cum—oh my god," she breathed out, voice whiny and pitched as she pressed her hips back into his face.

"Yeah? Like what 'm doing, sunshine? Like it when I eat y'back here too?" he pressed, knowing just how much she liked his voice when he was tucked between her legs like this.

"Uh-huh, uh-huh, please keep going." As if Harry had a choice the second she cushioned his head between her thighs, muffing him against her core as her toes curled again his shoulder blades.

His balls were drawn up tight against the base of his cock, leaving him just as close to the edge as his flame was if her whining and clenching around nothing was anything to go by. Her newly discovered entrance was slick enough, warm enough, loose enough that Harry couldn't think straight with the way he ground his hips into the mattress before he was pointing his tongue and wiggling just the very tip into her puckered hole.

That was all it took to have her clenching around him with a cry of his name. Choked sobs filled the cottage, calling all the flowers in his garden to attention as their caretaker's love was shining like the sun. A shimmer filled the ceiling as she came, Harry's thumb never relenting over her clit, even when he felt his own unraveling coming to fruition from the way he thrust his hips against the bed.

His moans were muffled against her pussy, tongue still pointed and clenched inside her ass as she slowly came down while Harry reached his peak. His fingertips dented the soft curve of her bottom as he felt his entire body tense while he spurted his cum into the fabric of his boxers, the material clinging wetly to his length.

Harry didn't have any concept of time as he pulled his face from between her cheeks and began placing kisses along the line of her slit, apologizing to her bullied clit with a single kiss pressed just above it. He panted as he came down, body unclenching and relaxing some as he fell back on his heels with the help of (Y/N) pushing him away from her over sensitive body.

"Harry?"

Looking up, he found (Y/N) gazing at him with a plea in her eyes.

That was all it took for him to scramble up to his feet and situate himself between her legs with his kisses now being pressed all over her neck and chest.

"I love you, I love you, I love you," he crooned between every press, wary of the fact she might not want him kissing her face considering where his mouth just was.

"I love you, too, H—Oh my god, I can't believe you did that," (Y/N) rushed out, voice sounding hallow and far off despite the thrumming pulse Harry felt under his lips.

"Wasn't expecting that either, honestly," he told her, his smile being pressed to the curve of her throat before he drew away to get a look at her face. Hair in disarray with swollen lips and hooded eyes—just as beautiful as he remembered. "Y'liked it, though?"

A bashful peachy color bled into her aura at the question just before a quiet nod was delivered with her hair fluffing against the comforter under her. "I didn't know that was something for me, but I guess it is."

"If it makes y'feel better," he started, pressing a tentative kiss just below her ear, "I came in m'pants while was doing it. Think we both liked it a little too much."

A peal of shocked laughter shook (Y/N)'s chest, Harry's heart bloating at the sound. "Did you really? I'm sorry, H! I would have helped you if I wasn't distracted."

"No, don't be sorry," he commanded, voice gentle, "Y'did help me, jus' not like y'usually do."

"I guess so," she relented with a smile, settling into the mattress with a tender smile on her face.

Wrapping his arms around her waist, Harry hugged (Y/N) to his chest, not caring about the slight stick of her skin from all the honey he poured over her or the wet spot that was drying on his boxers. With his head in her neck, he wouldn't be surprised if he fell asleep just like these, even with his early riser habits.

"Harry?"

"Hm?"

"I think we should shower."

A beat passed.

"Together, right?"

"Is there any other way?"

The broad smile that stretched over Harry's cheeks was enough of an answer that had (Y/N) rolling off the bed with his hand in hers towards the bathroom.

Looking at the sparkling strips of skin that displayed just where she'd allowed him to pour his love, Harry made a mental note to harvest some more honey for tomorrow's breakfast. Probably a little extra too, just in case.

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ngl this was not the route I thought I would be taking w this piece but it happened!!! thank you sm for reading and sorry for any mistakes! if you have any ideas or requests or anything please send them in!

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